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“Good morning! My name is Nicce Veylla, owner and proprietor of Harker’s Underappreciated Ship Lot. I know precisely why you’ve chosen my lot this fine day: you are a being of discerning taste, and won’t settle for just any old second-rate tramp freighter. You want something clean, reliable, and without a shady BOSS record or a maintenance list as long as your appendage. And maybe something unique that also won’t empty your credit account. Well, I’ve got exactly what you’re looking for, friend. Just follow me and I’ll show you what we have in stock…” Her nose ever against the grindstone when it comes to the sales of quality, stock starships, Nicce has recently received a number of additions to her lot, each of them unique in their respective roles and capabilities. Step right up and sample her wares… Gamemaster’s Note: The first four spacecraft are intended as choices for starting player characters and/or for seasoned ones looking for a clean slate to operate and modify to their

The perpetual glow of the ecumenopolis of Xenvaer, adorned with a backdrop of scintillating spires and overhead repulsorlift traffic, poured in through the horizon-spanning windows of the very top of the garrison’s central tower, as Moff Randahl Gerard gazed out onto the cityscape. The multitude of around a trillion beings lived and thrived within its confines, many of them from a distinct culture from those possessed by the other peoples from the ancient Core. The world that nestled it, Alsakan, had its own sites and landmarks; its own language, history, and rivalries from antiquity that spawned thousands upon thousands of documentaries and holodramas. It too however, was part of the Empire, and as all of the rest, answered to Imperial Center. And whatever threatened the political heart of the galaxy, Alsakan would stand directly before it. “Sir,” a young voice spoke behind him, interrupting his

Modern Galactic Politics and Organizational Structure: Significant changes to the financial, cultural, and spiritual state of the galaxy have resulted in a shift of power from the Core to the Rim, centered at the Assembly’s capital world of Oss (previously named Ossus according to ancient records). Home to thousands upon thousands of sites both historically-relevant and strong in the Force, the planets of the Rim have benefited from the boon of countless beings arriving for pilgrimages and researching, which has resulted in a substantial influx of both tourism and income. While the Core remains an important region within galactic politics, it has effectively reversed roles with the Rim, becoming somewhat of an insular backwater, with its planets often jostling for position and relevance amongst themselves. Non-human species in the Rim have taken center stage, presenting a staggering array of cultures and interests that capture the eye of their human counterparts. The galaxy’s regional

Force Wardens: Much like the Jedi Knights of the ancient Republics or the Imperial Knights of the Fel Dynasty Galactic Empires, the Force Wardens are the devoted enforcers of peace, justice, and order in the galaxy in these times, who answer specifically to the Force Emperor and/or the Sektor Moffs to which they are assigned. Derived from the ideals and principles of the Force Emperor himself, Force Wardens are guided by the Balance: the practice and application of both of the Ashi and Bogar philosophies with regard to usage and understanding of the Living Force, Cosmic Force, and the Unifying Force. In times of tranquility, they are defenders, peacekeepers, and arbitrators between disputes, be that on the micro or macro levels of galactic civilization. In times of conflict, the Wardens become warriors, tacticians and strategists, seeking to put a swift, exacting, and proportional end to them. Each builds and wields their own starsaber (or equivalent weapon), which is long-descended

It is a time of balance. The galaxy-spanning republics and empires of the past are no more. The Jedi and the Sith have faded into folklore and legend, with only ancient relics, records, and ruins to mark their impact on history, primarily the texts known as the Chronicles of the Whills. The Force Emperor reigns supreme, keeping the peace and the rule of law with his extensive knowledge of the Ashi and the Bogar, the Light and the Dark Sides of the Force, along with the support and reach of his Wardens, their subordinates and the council of the Galactic Assembly. With present external threats quelled, the inhabitants of the galaxy live in relative peace. But not all is well. Sects of extremists dedicated to their devotion to either the darkness or the light threaten to undermine the balance. Revolutionaries, dedicated to the restoration of representative government, plot and organize in secret to oppose what they perceive as unmitigated tyranny, in hopes of restoring the ideals of

Robo-Torque: In 199X, a group of roboticists design the perfect construction robot to augment and ultimately replace humans in that role. But a freak electrical surge from the thunderstorm of the century activates it, turning it against its creators and co-workers. And it has devised the exact torque of which to break a human neck: 2000 lbs per square inch! And only a veteran construction worker, Max Jackson, can stop it! Mohawk Samurai: In the wretched future of 2004, society has collapsed and criminals control the inner cities with an iron fist. One man, Jack Barstow, a former special forces vet, has returned from the Cent-Am Conflicts, but returning to a normal life isn’t an option! He must fight his way to the top to save his long-time fiancé, battling wave after wave of street toughs, gang-bangers, and back-alley brawlers. With pipe iron and steel chain in hand, he must prevail… or die trying! Eclipse of the Iron Cross: The year is 1983. Exiled SS Field Marshall Johann Heimrich