We break net now as we take you to Voss, the newly discovered mysterious world on the edges of Imperial space. For months, the planet has remain steadfastly neutral and only allowed limited contact with the Empire. 

The power of fine dining has brought the end to many horrors. Soldiers have thrown aside their arms to have a savory meal and a thirst quenching drink. Sith and Jedi suddenly find themselves pulling credit chits out of their robes instead of their lightsabers. Many a dinner party has been had in the past where treaties were signed, trade franchises created, or new governments who wish fair treatment to their constituents suddenly sprouted out of tyranny.

Sonfax's Port Nesh Diner threatens to become one of these places as it sits upon the precipice of immortality. Originally a standard diner inside of a spaceport on the blue collar world of Corellia, it seems that the proprietor of the establishment has moved up in the galaxy since closing that first location only a few weeks ago.

The new location on the relatively unknown, isolationist world of Voss comes with a few hang-ups. Diplomatic or trade passes to the planet are rare, but easily attainable if one does not mind the 180 basic standard day waiting period for travel. While it is unsure how the self-made Twi'lek man managed to get his hands on the lease to a Voss establishment, the only thing that matters is the food and how darn good it is!

Sonfax's Port Nesh Diner has a prestigious history of bringing joy to the masses; originally conceived only a few months ago when the Twi'lek owner and head chef purchased the lease on a commercial shop inside of one of Corellia's busiest spaceports. At first, the success was noticeable and grand, the progress matched only by the endless line of hot food and cold drinks shooting out of Sonfax's hands as he struggled to keep up with the orders of so many hungry, happy patrons.

The self-made man of the hour, Sonfax, doesn't plan to end the legacy of his culinary expertise. While there was no closing statement, or any final moment where he looked back into the popular haunt and somberly shut off the lights there was...an air. An air of happiness, and of regularity. One where we knew the environment and we, the patrons, ultimately inhabited the world that this kind, happy Twi'lek man made for us all.

The hours went by slowly as the evening wore on, as the first annual "Mister and Miss Nar Shaddaa" pageant unfolded in the grimy and rather stark surroundings of the location known simply as the Blood Factory. Fourteen hopeful contestants gathered in the space as seven judges decided who was the fairest of them all. Any contest on Nar Shaddaa isn't complete without accusations of foul play, bribery, or other suspicious possibilities. Some questions arose for those that attended the pageant, and speculation apparently ran rife when the results were finally announced after a rather lengthy deliberation process as the host, Vaanthe, and a Jawa or two worked over the results of the judges' accumulated votes. 

The winners were announced with Franky Fourfingers, a known Huttball player, being crowned as Mister Nar Shaddaa, and Ali’anjya Elyse Fayn as Miss Nar Shaddaa. The runners up were Vertigus Abd'Zoth, apparently known for his prolific supply of offspring, and Briah Silvertongue.   The two newly crowned beauty 'king and queen' will reign for a year, with the two others stepping in if something should happen to the winners.

A hunter hosting a 'beauty' contest? Is this as crazy an idea as you have ever heard or what? No, readers, you heard it right when the first annual "Mister and Miss Nar Shaddaa " Beauty Pageant was announced over the planet. Hosted by Vaanthe, known for running security at the Yocola Tonka when it was open, as well as refereeing at the Blood Factory, this contest allegedly was begun as a bet with a Gamorrean, Nautolan, Human, Twi'lek, and others of some unsavory reputation over a game of dice. Speculation over what was the true standard for beauty on the grimy yet brightly colored world of Nar Shaddaa sparked this idea, and so it is really happening.

Will the contestants be as gaudy as the city's lights and glamour, or is it all really more than skin deep in the 'Vertical City'? That's the question to ask as fourteen hopeful men and women go up for their chance to be voted Mister and Miss Nar Shaddaa for the duration of a year. The deal includes the title to be held by the winner of either title as well as possibilities and deals to be made for future endorsements to some local businesses, public appearance opportunities, and other deals. It is rumored that a Hutt or two might even want to meet some of these contestants personally. Blessing or curse for that one? We value our lives so we won't speculate publicly!

Game Update 1.2 keeps getting closer, and with it, the introduction of The Old Republic's Legacy System. While other MMOs have global chat systems and names, no other major online game has gone as far as TOR in connecting our characters. The idea was one BioWare has had since the game's inception, since many of the great Star Wars characters are linked by blood. Darth Vader revealing himself to be Luke's father remains one of the best twists in movie history, but how does that work for roleplay in TOR? It's a little hard to wrap your head around at first. Despite the available races being near-human or humanoid, there's still a lot of variation between a Twi'lek and a Chiss. How exactly would they breed, if it's even possible? The good news is the developers thought of that too, and you can add your characters instead as allies or adversaries to the central family tree. 

What makes our Empire the greatest power in the Galaxy is the patriots within it. The men and women that strive to only better their great Empire and please their Emperor. Some go above and beyond the call of their Empire, sacrificing their own time, credits and equipment. Recently, a group of the Empire's finest sort gathered on Dromund Kaas to dispense weaponry and equipment to any in need. These great citizens are known by their code-names to us, but their organization is only called The Faceless Ones. Clad in masks and armor, they strike imposing and intimidating figures, but their goal is the most noble that could be.

Their leader, a strong and tall warrior known only as Romulus, stood and helped his band of patriots pass out aid and gear to any who wish it. Everything from blaster rifles, to armor and spaceship parts. With this movement, man stepped forward and donated equipment—some, if not most, trading gear for the items given by The Faceless.