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Caperion Legends: Nighttime in Nardash
Textual submission

No question Nardash is a big city. Some people might even call it huge. Those people had never been to Coruscant, or even Nar Shadaa. Those were huge cities. As it stood, Nardash was just big. Twenty million residents, a few hundred square miles of concrete and steel, and the heart of the Meraxis Empire, naturally they would have a massive and strict police force to maintain absolute order.

And without a doubt, the Nardash Police Department (on paper a civilian organization, in practice a subdivision of the Military) was the picture of discipline, ever ready to crack down on the first sign of a crime, felony, or minor misdemeanor (really, they were all pretty much the same under Meraxian law).

Disciplined, dedicated, unwavering. So, naturally, they were a major hotbed of corruption. That’s where the Wayward Officer Correction Tribunal, WOCT, (Watchers, as their nickname goes) sprung up a few decades back.

The whole group was founded just two years after the coup that put the previous emperor in power, and only lasted for about two more years after that. In the decade since, they’ve become a kind of a ghost story among the populace, mostly cause of the weird rumors surrounding them, and the increasingly more weird rumors that have been popping up since.

Officially, the Watchers were an internal affairs division. The MP’s kept the populace in line, the Watchers kept the MP’s in line. The weird stuff was in how. See, the Watchers, they didn’t have the authority to make arrests, or even to open investigations. If an officer was accused of breaking the rules they were supposed to keep, the Watchers would simply “ask” them to come in for an “interview”.

See, that was another weird thing, nobody knew where the Watcher operated out of. They had no official base of operations, at least not one that was listed on paper. They’d just show up, at your precinct if you were lucky, if you weren’t they’d be at your house. And you didn’t have the option to refuse either. No word on where those souls went, but when they came back…

Take this one guy I heard a story about, Jaxos Reed...or was it Reen? Sheen? No no, it was definitley Jason Reed. Yes I’m sure, stop interupting!

So, Jack, he’s you’re standard slimeball, right? Taking bribes, dealing spice on the side, than using that money to set his wife and kids up in the nicest penthouse he could afford. One day he comes home to find a Watcher in that penthouse, sitting at the table with his wife and kids.

Jaxos didn’t show up to work the next day. His kids didn’t show up to school. Not for a week. Then two. Then four.

When they showed up again, they were the picture of Meraxian propaganda, “Hail the Emperor” and all that stuff. Reed punched the next guy that tried to bribe, the spice dealing stopped cold, and a lot of his regulars weren’t heard from again. I even heard a rumor that one of his kids nearly killed a classmate who said some unkind things about the regime.
What happened to the Watchers? Got shut down. Official story was “budget cuts”. Course you still always got the rumors. That they went underground to do their work more “efficiently”, that bad seeds still disappear and come back changed, that they’re the ones really running the Empire, that they’re a Sith sect or a bunch of disguised Rakatans or some nonsense…

Me? Well I take the Empire at it’s word. Course they’re gone. Take my advice, you tell people the same if it comes up. Just, trust me on this one?

Competition
Caperion Legends: Nighttime in Nardash
File submission
Nighttime_in_Nardash.doc
Textual submission

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Christmas with Krampus
File submission
Krampus.pdf
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Deck the Halls with Porgs and Nexu
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Angel Snow opted out of publishing her submission.
Competition
Deck the Halls with Porgs and Nexu
Textual submission

"I did what?!" The Proconsul exclaimed and the Roll Master cringed.

"You approved an order for one thousand Porgs and a dozen Nexu." Mune had the decency to act sheepish. He had been commanded by the Consul to follow up the discrepancy in the Proconsul's holiday budget. To say that she had been... upset... would be an understatement.

"Does that sound like something I would do?!"

Mune held up the datapad. "The first order was for 50 Porgs - for roasting. And a Nexu on... the Barbie? What is a Barbie, Braeby?" The Roll Master knew he was pushing it. The Elder was turning red in the face, but he didn't reach for the datapad to dispute the entirely fabricated statement of his peer. Instead, his eyes darted from the left to the right as he ran the calculations.

"I thought you said-"

"Yes, the order was much greater. But that was only the initial order. Apparently you put one in through the Excidium Headquarters then amended the order several hours later... and changed the notes on the order concerning its purpose."

The ice blue eyes of the former Krath bored into the fox-eared Roll Master. "And. what. did. it. say?" His words were punctuated with a seething hatred building within him.

Mune continued to adlib, "To repopulate Caina with a species of bird that is both hard, fierce, and loyal to the Empire." Mune thumbed through several screens on his data pad. "And it says here that you also requested for the Porg to become the official mascot of the Clan; though, you did stipulate that Sith could hunt the small creatures with assistance of the Nexu."

"Oh, did I?"

"Yes," Mune nodded, "as long as the Nexu didn't eat you. That was your only requirement."

Braecen turned his back towards the Equite and stared out the window in his office. It was the centerpiece of the room - everything was positioned to accentuate its dominance and the landscape that is surveyed below. It was a trapping of power and prestige that the Elder could not let go. Even with the destruction of the Cocytus System.

"I will be on my way to the Excidium Summit," Braecen barked. "I will sort out this matter immediately."

Mune watched the black clad man storm from his chambers towards the landing pad that would escort him to one of the Clan's larger ships. From there he would make a short jump in-system to come to the Bandit Moon that Excidium now considered their domain. The fox-eared man laughed to himself, stopped recording his entry, and sent the video file to Raiju with a simple message: "Merry Christmas!"