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Until the tragic HOLY REBELLION, the JEDI BENDU OF ASHLA were the most feared warriors in the universe. For a hundred thousand years, generations of JEDI were the personal bodyguards of the emperor and the chief architects of the invincible IMPERIAL SPACE FORCE that expanded the REPUBLIC GALACTICA from the celestial equator to the farthest reaches of the GREAT RIFT.
Now the OLD REPUBLIC is dead, and it is a period of civil wars in the galaxy. Ruthless trader barons, driven by greed and the lust for power, have replaced enlightenment with oppression and the FIRST GALACTIC EMPIRE. The legendary JEDI are all but extinct, hunted down as enemies of the NEW EMPIRE by a ferocious and sinister rival warrior sect, THE KNIGHTS OF SITH. Beyond the Empire's reach, many worlds have fallen into lawless barbarism.
Recently, agents of the GALACTIC TRADERS GUILD have received word that large caches of rare AURA SPICE have been secretly reported on TOWNOWI, a small Imperial subject world near the backwaters of the OUTLANDS. Hoping to capitalize on the rumor, the CHROME COMPANIES of the GUILD have sent a small band of brave star warriors to investigate….
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Deep Space.
The infinite possibilities of the universe slowly fade to the background as the planet Ophuchi drifts into view. The planet’s profile is striking, its northern hemisphere covered in vast, low grasslands that gently sink into shallow, syrupy blue southern ocean.
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A glimmering Trade Guild ship rockets toward the planet, penetrating its dense atmosphere through a swirl of viscid mist and cloud.
In the space port city of Trebbunt, other Trade Guild starships roar in and out of windswept landing bays, scattered across endless fields of orange wildgrass as tall as a moomek. All around are majestic spired domes and bulbous towers of shimmering silver: this is the world of the Chrome Companies. The ship lands on an empty platform and crews of Guild workers and labor robots pour across the worn concrete, hooking it to steaming tubings and hauling crates from its storage compartments. A large, sallow-eyed man in gold cloth and furs descends the gangway in purposeful strides, neglecting to greet the orderlies nervously awaiting him. This is Aay Zavos, a respected guildsman and representative of the Chrome Companies to many of the worlds both within and outside of the Empire. They climb into a hovering car and fly off to the city.