Zayne The wind howled across Jackyou’s barren sprawl, a desolate canvas of sand and rusted hulks under a sky bruised with crimson streaks, the air thick with the tang of scorched metal and faded dreams. Zayne Ryde trudged through the scavenger camps, his leather jacket a dusty shroud, his dark hair plastered to his scalp by the relentless heat. His X-42 skiff crouched in a hollowed wreck, its cloaking system groaning like...

Zayne The neon glow of Corruzcant cast a kaleidoscope of sin over the Undercity, its towering spires piercing the smog-choked sky, pleasure droids purring from every shadowed alley. Zayne Ryde wove through the labyrinthine streets of Level 87, his leather jacket dusted with ash from a rough skiff landing, his dark hair clinging damply to his brow from the city’s humid breath. The data chit from Nabooty burned in his pocke...

Zayne's Perspective: The rolling hills of Nabooty shimmered beneath a twilight sky, the air heavy with the scent of blooming starpetals and the distant murmur of waterfalls. Zayne Ryde adjusted the silken tunic he’d donned for the gala at Lord Varnis’s lake house, a sprawling estate of marble and glass that glowed like a beacon of decadence against the lush landscape. His blaster was tucked beneath the fabric, a silent pr...

Zayne The twin suns of Tatasween hung low in the sky, their amber glow painting Moan Eisley in shades of fire and longing, a fitting shroud for a city that thrived on whispered deals and stolen pleasures. Zayne Ryde leaned against the bar of the Drunken Nebula, his leather jacket slung open to reveal a chest carved by years of dodging Dominion patrols, his dark hair tousled from the desert winds that howled outside. The c...