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.