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Arla Fett is liberated from Deathwatch after ten years of captivity, by a company of Mandalorian warriors called the Jai'galaare- the Shriek-Hawks, tacitly aligned with the Haat'ade, but known for creating their own path; she joins them, in search of vengeance and meaning...

Maul is given a chance to escape his master, Sidious, when he is ten years old. Taking his own destiny in hand, he forges a path he hopes will keep him safe from the hands of the Sith, but no part of the galaxy is truly out of reach for the masters of his line...

His apprentice stolen, Sidious must choose a new acolyte- one older and more refined, not a child given to fear- and avoid the rising suspicions of his own master, Darth Plagueis, who does not appreciate the breach of security and secrecy caused by Maul...

Obi-Wan Kenobi doesn't know how to help his master recover following the brutal incursion and escape of Qui-Gon's former Padawan, Xanatos; he does, however, know that his dreams are growing darker, and he is driven to find out where they lead...

The ancient Mandalorian deity of luck & trickery, Hod Ha'ran watches over the warriors who need that extra second to slip the blade home, who need an enemy to trip on an inconvenient root at the exact right time to fall on their beskad, who are winning battles they should lose by the skin of their teeth and whose plans are made by the seat of their kute.

Hod Ha'ran likes the underdogs, those who seek fortune with a smile and a knife hidden behind their back, the warriors who fight with honor and flee with pragmatism. Hod Ha'ran blesses the clever, the silver tongued and sharp teethed verde who value their luck over their skill but keep their skill honed to a knife's edge.

There is an old neighborhood in Keldabe named for Hod Ha'ran, one of the last remaining places that remembers the god and honors them, the deity that has been left behind and forgotten in favor of the bloody wars of Kad Ha'rangir and the promised peace of Arasuum. Hod Ha'ran, drowsing in the currents of the manda, keeps one eye on this neighborhood instead of fading into obscurity; a god doesn't need to rush to oblivion, after all, not when there are still ade that whisper their name for luck.

Thus, Hod Ha'ran notices when a new adiik moves in..