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

For centuries, Capital City stood as a monument to defiance, a self-sufficient metropolis that thrived despite its isolation in the lawless Outer Rim. Its founders had intentionally carved out their own destiny, far from the bureaucracy and entanglements of the Galactic Core, and their culture was defined by this fierce independence.

Citizens lived in a society built on orderly innovation, where clean energy from massive geothermal reactors powered efficient transport and pristine public spaces. But that cherished peace was violently shattered by the arrival of the Crimson Scourge, transforming their sanctuary into a beleaguered fortress. Trade routes were severed, prosperity withered, and Capital City, once a symbol of ingenuity, began to decay.

The city's bustling Grand Concourse grew sparse, and a gnawing fear replaced the population's quiet pride. The government’s desperate, ignored plea to the Galactic Republic was a profound betrayal, leaving a lingering, bitter fatalism in the collective psyche. The city’s inhabitants were weary survivors, clinging to the faint hope of a future they no longer truly believed in.

Then, the Empire arrived. A charismatic Imperial Commandant, Valen Kael, and his fleet swept into orbit, promising security where the Republic had failed. For a populace broken by years of constant threat, the Empire wasn't an occupying force, but an army of saviors. The stormtroopers, with their clean, intimidating armor, represented decisive action and competence, a stark contrast to the old, ineffective planetary militia. Within weeks, the pirates were gone, their marauding gangs systematically eliminated by Imperial forces with breathtaking efficiency.

Trade, under the watchful eye of the Imperial Navy, was re-established, and the city's main government building, a hub of the old regime's impotence, was swiftly repurposed into a formidable Imperial Garrison, a new and powerful symbol of order. The planetary curfew and increased patrols were not seen as infringements on liberty, but as the necessary medicine for a sick and lawless world.

The markets once again filled with goods, the streets felt safer than they had in years, and the citizens, for the first time since the raids began, felt a genuine sense of gratitude and hope. The Empire had delivered on its promise, and Capital City breathed a collective, grateful sigh of relief.

But now, as weeks bleed into months, the initial euphoria is beginning to fade. Small, almost imperceptible changes are taking place, visible only to those who are truly paying attention. The Imperial patrols, once a reassuring presence, now feel more like an ever-present watch. The propaganda on public comms, once subtle, now constantly reminds citizens to "be productive" and "contribute to the New Order." The celebrated efficiency starts to feel more like an inflexible, unforgiving system. Incidents once handled by local arbitration are now met with a disproportionate Imperial response: a merchant’s transport confiscated for outdated paperwork, a neighbor's beloved trinket seized during a "contraband inspection".

This quiet, creeping unease is slowly seeping into the populace, replacing the initial hope with a subtle sense of dread. The realization is beginning to dawn on some that the price for their peace may be far higher than they ever imagined, and that the true danger to their freedom was not the marauders they vanquished, but the powerful force they welcomed with open arms. The city's free spirit is being systematically suppressed, its past as an independent beacon erased, replaced by the cold, unfeeling machinery of Imperial control. The city is safer, yes, but no longer truly their own.

Notable Locations
• The Undercity