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Post by Whill Shaman Xixo on Feb 27, 2013 16:49:05 GMT -8
*The history is currently unknown.*
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Post by Reign on Jul 11, 2013 2:33:07 GMT -8
*Togoria was a beautiful planet; a green jewel nestled in the blackness of space. Home to the mighty Togorian race, those feline giants whose battle prowess and honour had seen their legend stretch far and wide across the galaxy, under banners such as the Iron Fists, the Xendorian Guard and the Dark Jedi Order. And yet they did not desire war nor conquest, but merely to rule their own little portion of the galaxy in peace - for few Togorians believed that there was any place in the galaxy better than this, and what was fame and fortune if it did not benefit their family, their clan or their people. Of course, there were many thousands of others who felt differently, as they of course now held positions as bounty hunters or soldiers or mercenaries... but no army had ever boosted as many as those who had - instead of coming here to steal and conquer - had come here to help and support and enrich the lives of its inhabitants... those such as Margrave Pyros who had sought solutions for the liphon problem, and had made their very home here amongst them. Yet most of those Old Guard had perished now, if rumours were to be believed - the Margrave, the Jeddak, the Sage and the Juggernaut - all passed away. And so, the numbers of those who left Togoria diminished, and the number of those who visited faded away, and the legend of Togoria and its warriors became but a footnote in galactic history. But its people were okay with that. And Reign Enterprises, which housed a garrison and trading post here, seemed about all that was left of the galaxy outside this system. So the 6 Warrior-class Gunships that served as the planet's outer ring of defence had more than enough fire power to handle any minor raids or unruly merchants. What's more, the full might of the Reign Enterprises military arm was always on call, and the trip down the Braxtant Run didn't take more than a day at most. But such a deterrent hadn't yet been needed, and hopefully never would be.*
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Post by The Twins - Slade and Tarak on Oct 29, 2013 9:46:36 GMT -8
A Firespray dropped out of hyperspace in orbit above the planet of Togoria. A man named Tarak was at the helm, and as soon as he entered real space, he began plotting coordinates for another jump. He waited patiently, hands on the controls, waiting to see if anyone would follow him. When the coordinates were set, and the coast was clear, he jumped back into hyperspace, going back in almost the exact same direction that he came from.
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