#sheevposting

[elvanian]

Blue Raspberry...not a flavour the jedi would tell you about

[passionesolja]

They're making a racing Star Wars game . Y'all know what that means? The goat is coming out of retirement to catch more bodies via landspeeder vehicular manslaughter. Star Wars please do a bitch a solid and put him in the game. His ass was fr gon go pro if Darth Plageius didn't get into the Sith Order.

[krakencran]

[oonaluna-art]

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I don’t know. This old space wizard seems to be making some good points.

This is one of the updates I was looking most-forward to posting! However, it was also the longest—this update is 15 panels long! It will probably be the longest update of the entire fan story!

3D Assets:

Tea Set  by 霜鳥 on CSP

Bowl by Fuyunasu on CSP

Futon by Komikaa on CSP

Concrete Driving Wall (コンクリ打ちっぱなし壁) by Mitsuzi on CSP

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[vezdeshashiy]

i forgor to post this here

heres the original

[grievous-posting]

Some of you would melt down in this situation

[dumpster-fire-deluxe]

I swear I'm still mentally cooking up Palpatine stuff! I'm just wrestling two original fiction contest deadlines right now because your girl's ✨ambitious✨

Anyway, imagine you're sent to steal important files from the Embassy to Naboo. It's not your first job and you've dealt with your fair share of guards and tricky escapes. You move in at night, evading cameras and security. In fact, it almost seems like the building's abandoned. Except for the main office, where the light is on.

You sneak up to the door, scanning the room. There's no one there. Perhaps the ambassador is in a meeting, or using the bathroom. You only need a minute and you're equipped to deal with any unfortunate encounters.

You slip inside the office and reach the desk, silent as a ghost. The files you're after are laid out on the desk, ready for the taking. Almost gift wrapped, missing a personal note to you.

A trap.

"I'm disappointed," a voice says.

You look up and see Ambassador Palpatine emerge from a corner. How could you have missed him?

"With your reputation, I thought you'd be able to spot a trap. Perhaps I have no use for you, after all."

You pull a blaster. "Stay right there. No move, unless you're willing to die for these files."

"Are you willing to die for them?" He steps forward, despite your warning.

"If the information was that important, you should have employed security."

"My dear, the information is so important that I myself am guarding it."

You scoff. "How noble. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a job to do."

"We have that in common, then."

The door to the office slides close.

"Hands up," you say, suspecting a remote control or command.

"You'll need more training than I anticipated. Still, you might be worth recruiting."

"I don't work for--" The blaster flies out of your hand, into the Ambassador's. What? How?

"It's not a job offer." He tosses the blaster aside with a lazy gesture. "Consider it an act of mercy."

Something's not right here. You sweep up the files and book it to the door. Screw visibility. You'll take care of witnesses later.

But before you reach the door, it's like the rug is pulled out from under you. You land on the floor, data drives scattering everywhere.

"That's better," Palpatine says. "A much more suitable position to beg from."

You try to crawl away, but your body's heavy, your mind under the influence of ... something.

The Ambassador grabs you by your hair. "Now, let me show you what my mercy looks like."

[cherryp0ffs]

it's us sheev girlies against the world