Veridian Prime The Clone Wars & Clone Protocol 66 The current year for our homebrewed Clone Wars era campaign is set during 19 BBY. Inspired By George Lucas

Veridian Prime is a world of stark contrasts, a planet where civilization exists not in harmony with nature, but in defiance of it. From orbit, it appears as a sphere of deep greens and storm-laced blues, 70% of its surface almost entirely consumed by vast oceans but the remaining 30% is dense, ancient jungle.

Only one interruption breaks this endless wilderness: Capital City, a luminous scar etched into towering cliff faces. The rest of the planet remains untamed, its ecosystems layered, aggressive, and largely unexplored. Even from space, the jungle canopy around Capital City appears unnaturally thick, as though it actively resists intrusion, swallowing light and obscuring whatever secrets lie beneath.

The planet’s proximity to the Veridian Expanse defines much of its identity. Hanging in the void nearby, the Expanse is not merely an uncharted region—it is a presence, vast and unsettling. Navigational data becomes unreliable near its borders, and long-range sensors often return contradictory or incomplete readings. Veridian Prime has become the last stable foothold before that uncertainty, a staging ground for those drawn to the unknown. At times ships depart from Capital City’s elevated ports, vanishing into the darkness beyond, many of which are never heard from again, while the city’s observatories tirelessly monitor the Expanse for patterns that never seem to repeat.

On the surface, life is almost entirely confined to Capital City itself. The jungle is not just dangerous—it is prohibitive. Its flora grows in layered densities that choke pathways within hours, and its fauna ranges from stealth predators to massive, territorial creatures capable of tearing through industrial equipment. Expeditions beyond the city require heavy escort, specialized gear, and constant communication with orbital support. Even then, survival is not guaranteed. As a result, the wilderness is less a resource frontier and more a contested boundary, a place where the city extracts what it can but never truly dominates.

Within Capital City, life unfolds vertically, shaped by both necessity and hierarchy. The upper tiers are insulated from the planet’s hostility, enclosed in climate-controlled environments where the air is filtered and the dangers of the jungle feel distant. Here, corporate entities, political figures, and wealthy elites maintain a fragile sense of normalcy, conducting business and diplomacy while watching the Expanse with cautious ambition. These levels are orderly, almost sterile, patrolled by private security forces that ensure stability—at least on the surface.

Below, the mid-level districts carry the weight of the population. These are the living arteries of the city, where millions navigate crowded transit lines, bustling markets, and densely packed residential blocks. Life here is neither luxurious nor desperate—it is routine. People work, trade, and raise families under the constant hum of machinery and passing speeders.

The jungle’s presence is felt more strongly at these levels; humidity creeps into the infrastructure, and the distant sounds of alien wildlife echo through ventilation shafts and open platforms, a constant reminder of the world pressing in just beyond the walls.

Deeper still lies the Undercity, where the line between structure and decay begins to dissolve. These lower levels are carved into the cliffside itself, dimly lit and perpetually damp, with corridors that twist through forgotten infrastructure and repurposed industrial zones. Here, authority is fragmented. Crime syndicates operate openly, controlling territory through influence rather than outright warfare. Smugglers, bounty hunters, and information brokers form the backbone of this shadow economy, their activities intertwined with the city’s survival. For many residents, this is not a lawless abyss but a familiar environment governed by its own rules—rules that are often more reliable than those above.

Despite its dangers and contradictions, Veridian Prime is not a dead-end world—it is a place of opportunity. The city thrives because of its position on the edge of the unknown. Explorers, prospectors, and opportunists arrive seeking fortune in the Veridian Expanse, while others come simply to disappear into the layered anonymity of Capital City.

In the absence of firm Imperial control, the planet exists in a fragile equilibrium, its future uncertain. Yet for those who live there, that uncertainty is part of its identity. Veridian Prime endures as a threshold world—caught between the suffocating wilds below, the fragile order of the city, and the infinite, unknowable darkness waiting just beyond its skies.

Notable Locations
• Capital City

Capital City The Clone Wars & Clone Protocol 66 The current year for our homebrewed Clone Wars era campaign is set during 19 BBY. Inspired By George Lucas

Capital City rises like a crown of cold light along the sheer stone escarpments of Veridian Prime, its towers thrusting upward in defiance of the dense, suffocating jungle that blankets the rest of the world. At night, the city glows in layered blues and pale whites, a shimmering constellation carved into the planet’s surface. The city boasts a population of approximately 30 million.

The upper tiers are a forest of spires and platforms, where wealth and power cluster in controlled environments far above the humidity and danger below. Beneath them, carved directly into the cliffside, are the industrial strata—endless terraces of durasteel, landing pads, and transit rails threading through mist and shadow.

The jungle presses close to the city’s edges, a living wall that seems to breathe and watch. Thick canopies swallow light just beyond the outermost structures, and strange calls echo at all hours, reminding citizens how fragile their hold on the planet truly is. Supply routes must be constantly maintained, and entire sectors exist solely to process raw materials pulled from the wilderness. Despite this, few venture far beyond the city limits—rumors persist of ancient ruins, predatory megafauna, and things far older lurking beneath the green.

Capital City thrives on contradiction. It is both lawless and structured, corrupt yet orderly. Crime syndicates operate openly in the lower districts, their influence woven into daily life. Smugglers, slicers, bounty hunters, and information brokers all find a home here, and their presence is not hidden—it is expected. Entire neighborhoods are unofficially controlled by rival factions, each maintaining its own rules and uneasy truces. Violence is common, but rarely random; it follows patterns understood by those who live long enough to learn them.

Yet above and between these shadows, ordinary life continues. Markets bustle with traders selling off-world imports and jungle-harvested goods. Families gather in mid-tier residential blocks, children playing in enclosed plazas while overhead traffic hums past. Cafés and cantinas glow warmly against the cold steel surroundings, offering brief escapes from the city’s harsher edges.

To many, Capital City is not a den of crime—it is simply home, a place where survival and routine exist side by side. The city’s vertical design creates distinct worlds stacked upon one another. The upper levels are pristine, patrolled by private security forces and filled with corporate offices, diplomatic enclaves, and luxury habitats.

Mid-level districts form the true heart of the population—crowded, vibrant, and diverse. The lower levels, however, are another matter entirely: dimly lit, perpetually damp, and riddled with hidden corridors and forgotten infrastructure. Here, the line between civilization and chaos blurs, and the influence of the syndicates is strongest.

Beyond the planet itself lies the looming mystery of the Veridian Expanse. From Capital City’s highest towers, long-range scanners and observatories constantly study the vast, uncharted region of space nearby. Ships come and go carrying explorers, prospectors, and those desperate enough to gamble on the unknown. Many never return. Those who do often bring fragmented stories—of strange phenomena, abandoned stations, or signals that defy explanation. The Expanse casts a quiet, persistent tension over the city, a reminder that even greater uncertainties lie just beyond the stars. In the wake of the Republic’s fall and the chaos of Order 66, Capital City exists in a fragile moment of autonomy.

The Empire has not yet extended its grasp here, leaving a power vacuum that both criminal empires and opportunistic leaders are eager to fill. Whispers of change ripple through every level of society—some see opportunity, others fear inevitable occupation. For now, the city endures as it always has: a towering, restless organism of steel and shadow, balanced precariously between order and collapse.

Ready For Content The Clone Wars & Clone Protocol 66 The current year for our homebrewed Clone Wars era campaign is set during 19 BBY. Inspired By George Lucas

Ready For Content The Clone Wars & Clone Protocol 66 The current year for our homebrewed Clone Wars era campaign is set during 19 BBY. Inspired By George Lucas