Hallo, my lektacular Qel-Dromnians!
Winter is coming! Or it may already be here. At least around my neck of the woods it’s snowing hard and I’ve yet to polish my skis! Need to get on that right quick and in a hurry.
As the year winds to a close, let us take a moment to reflect on the year’s passing. We had a major Vendetta, which you absolutely kicked ass in. We received new membership, who continue to kick ass with us. And we finally kicked enough ass fictionally to drive away any potential threats from Ol’val.
All in all, I would say this has been an ass-tronomically excellent year for us!
As we settle in for the end-of-year festivities both fictional and real, I hope you all had a lovely 41 ABY and an will have an even more awesomer 42 ABY! No spoilers, but I hear it may hold the answer to the meaning of life, the universe, and everything.
Signed, Your Lekhead
Heeeellllloooo Qel-Dromians!
I do apologize for the lack of communication and other things from me. I am going through something in real life but things are looking up! I should be back on track and climb that higher ground no problem!
Hee hee, get it? Higher- Never mind.
Signed, whyiscomingupanicknameishard
Wispor System
Hutt Space
41 ABY
“As representative of House Huyn and on behalf of all of Wispor, I formally declare this embassy open!” Prince Rego Huyn’s practiced smile did not flinch, even in the face of the dizzying flashes of holopicts, the record droids buzzing precariously close to his personal space.
A chorus of polite clapping, murmuring, and even a few scandalously jubilant hoots sounded from the gathered throng of Wispor’s upper crust. Old credits from even older houses rubbed shoulders with what could only be thinly veiled spymasters and military attachés in a swirling concoction of intrigue that reeked of wine, perfume, and Hutt.
Watching the proceedings from the sidelines, with a gravity well of a lesser moon, his eminence Pribba Chaba Besadii gorged himself on complementary paddy frogs. His normal level of gluttony further elevated to maintain his measured composure.
“These upstarts think they can muscle in onto my turf? **My turf?!”
Pribba jabbed a stumpy hand into the bucket of squeaking paddy frogs, squeezing his digits around the unluckiest of the lot and raising its squealing form towards his gaping gullet. Grayed striations of what had once been vibrant black ran down the sides of his body, mingling like daggers against the oil slick verdigris of his skin. His glowing eyes, mismatched as they were with one a burning ember and the other a milky white, nailed to the back of the purple Twi’lek politely shaking hands with local nobility.
A Twi’lek? Could one imagine? Back in the good old days, their kind had the decency to stay in bondage and do what they were told. All had gone to absolute hell ever since the Empire collapsed, and now the Severians were making overtures of—he stifled a bileful reflux—humanitarian aid? The Galaxy had gone mad.
His teeth descended upon the paddy frog like a dull guillotine, its death-squeak muffled by the wet crack of its pulverizing spine.
“Vehemently agreed, oh great Chaba,” a sniveling voice sounded beside him amidst the leathery flapping of floppy wings.
The Toydarian valet eagerly ascended to his master’s side, offering unprompted a triangular silver mask which Pribba soon reached for. Settling the mask over his twin-slitted nose, the Hutt inhaled deeply of the imported canister of Nal Huttan atmosphere, the pungent swamp fumes filling his ravaged lungs with invigorating potency.
“They think to come here and play games. My little sister should have dealt with them when they had the chance. Now these vermin think themselves exogorths, just because they got lucky. I will show them they are but petty mynocks in one’s maw.”
He reached for the bucket of squealing treats once more.
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Awards, Promotions, Consul Report
Look! This is amazing! Yeaaa! War! What is it good for!?
….. Awards obviously.
Eleceos
Tali Sroka
Eilen Ru’Tyari
Archian
Doon Sulvir
Sagitta
Below you will find the numbers used to determine the scoring and the leaderboard itself.
With one month left to score, Eleceos is
If you don’t want to be featured in the Crescent Leaderboard, let your House leadership know.
Name | October | November | December | Placement |
---|---|---|---|---|
Eleceos | 78 | 111 | 1st | |
Sagitta | 38 | 61 | 2nd | |
Tali | 34 | 40 | 3rd | |
Archian | 8 | 23 | 4th | |
Wally | 18 | 18 | 5th | |
Mune | 11 | 11 | 6th | |
Doon | 3 | 3 | 7th | |
Eilen | 1 | 1 | 8th |
Ooooh looky hereeee:
Asani was wondering:
Bril was curious:
Eleceos why’ing:
Marick mused:
Archian asked:
Atty inquired:
Since this is the last report for the year, even if January’s is still going to include reporting of your end-of-year activities, we wish you all happy holidays and a relaxing end of year celebration. And most importantly, a better New Year 42 ABY!
Signed,
Purple Lek & Purple Hair
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