posted by
Canto
on behalf of
SWGR Community
May 28, 2025
"A long time ago in a Galaxy far, far away..."
As part of SWG Restoration’s four-year anniversary celebration, we invited our community of pilots, bounty hunters, smugglers, and explorers to look back on their most unforgettable moments and share the stories that define their time in the Restoration Galaxy. Here are just a few of the tales—each one a testament to the creativity, passion, and resilience of our players—that have helped shape our unique Galaxy.
Chimaera Cooperative - a group of friends who after aging out of the Chimaera orphanage pooled their wits, charms, and a handful of credits. Together they have traded, muscled, and entertained their way to a comfortable life in Antheia, Rori and then Walkabout, Dantooine.
Bicchieri was the primary muscle of the Chimaera Cooperative, tracking down those wanted by the Alliance or independent contractors. This allowed the cooperative to buy their first harvesters and really position the group for long-term success. She favored the rifle after trying out a variety of blasters, never wanting to be closer to her mark than necessary.
Early in her career, she connected with like-minded folks in ROGUE and joined up, with the rest of the cooperative following shortly after. Her gear was cobbled together from odd jobs and even odder connections. Those in ROGUE had a plan for newcomers though. An offer was put out for anyone to gather difficult components from throughout the galaxy and guild weapon and armorsmiths, Nam, Prock, and Solitaire, would assemble them into high end equipment. Folks came together to form hunting parties and friendships were forged while battling krayts and kimos. Bicchieri spent many hours as a pair or trio south of the lake retreat hunting pekos. Visits to the cloner were not uncommon. After two weeks of constant hunting, she had gathered her contribution.
Patience has always been one of Bicchieri's strengths so it wasn't difficult to wait for the crafts as she continued to help others in their collection quests. Word then started going around that pieces were being assembled. Bicchieri felt an unusual giddiness, like when she'd get her one toy each year as a child. One day Nam reached out to say her rifle was ready. It was a fine tusken rifle that's still in use two years later by her sister Bicchiera.
Once armor was ready, ROGUE leadership announced there would be an inaugural induction ceremony for the four who had completed their quest. This would be held at the hidden rebel base on Corellia. A handful of ROGUE members assembled. Bicchieri felt waves of pride and loyalty during the short speeches and bequeathing of armor. It was her first set of bounty hunter armor.
This was a significant improvement from the forest camouflage armor she had been using after accomplishing a variety of tasks for the alliance. Bicchieri didn't fully realize the extent of this difference until she hunted down some bounties. Those fights became far easier as she became more confident and started pursuing more difficult targets.
This culminated for her in tracking a bounty to a small island off the Corellian coast. There she found her target was Mosep, an experienced imperial officer, who was with a handful of others. Bicchieri at first hesitated to pursue her target but decided she didn't have anything better to do that day. So she found cover and proceeded to stalk Mosep. She waited a while until finding the right time to strike when combat was chaotic and Mosep wasn't watching his back. It only took a few shots before he went down. Bicchieri leapt up from her prone position and ran over to deliver the killing blow before anyone else could. Satisfied with the bounty completion that was far easier than expected, Bicchieri hopped on her speeder and took off. She collected her 170,000 credits which was not shabby for the collective. This was one of the last bounties she took before having an inciting incident on Naboo that changed her life and the cooperative's forever.
Mar-Kamill began his journey as a pistol-wielding smuggler with dreams of glory in the Imperial Navy. He believed he could help defend the galaxy from the so-called terrorist threat of the Rebellion. Overzealous and eager to prove his worth, he brought his DZ-70 Akrayd and a bag of dirty tricks to a Rebel base on Lok — only to be swiftly overwhelmed and shot down. The Rebels dismantled his only companion and left him for dead under the planet’s scorching sun.
When he regained consciousness, he found half of his right arm missing. In his travels through Kashyyyk, he had come across an abandoned cybernetic arm, which was later installed at a hospital in Mos Entha. The implant, however, proved difficult to control—it hindered his aim with a pistol but unleashed devastating electrical charges in close combat. To adapt, Mar dedicated himself to mastering the deadly martial art of Teras Käsi.
Keeping a low profile, he roamed the galaxy, meditating in ancient temples and discovering a universe far more complex than he had once believed. His path eventually crossed with a guild of Imperial soldiers who welcomed him into their ranks: The 600th. Though he had spent most of his life alone and distanced himself from the Galactic Civil War, he still found enjoyment in hunting down Rebel Generals - just for sport. The Legion grew quickly with many fine and loyal warriors, bringing peace, justice, freedom, and security to the Empire.
Mar's spiritual journey deepened when he began working with the Singing Mountain Clan Nightsisters, learning their arcane magic and aiding them in eliminating their enemies. Yet, the more power he wielded, the more his body began to betray him. Overcharging his cybernetic arm took a toll on his nervous system and other implants, leading to periodic malfunctions that disrupted his control over his own body and fractured his psyche.
"The Force shall free me."
His memories began to fade. His patience dwindled. So did his humanity. Cold, calculating, and ruthless, Mar has fully embraced life as a bounty hunter, inching ever closer to the void between man and machine.
[some time passes]
Back at home, Mar employed a bioengineer named Thryle Ryde to regenerate Mar's lost limb. He believed that in order to truly connect with the Force, his mind and body had to be whole, and the electronics were interfering. This new focus enabled him to become a fearsome pilot for the Empire, even persuading Thryle to try his hand in shipwrighting. Thyrle was a natural; he and Mar started a brief asteroid mining operation, finding peace of mind among the stars. For a time...
Mar grew cynical towards his lack of sensitivity to the Force. If the Force wasn't going to find him, he was going to take it by Force. In his downtime, Mar trained with the Elite Royal Guards as a way to focus his frustration, even picking up a polearm to challenge himself and give the guards a fair fight. Hoping to get a bit of acknowledgement from Vader, Mar's efforts went unnoticed. The empire does not take kindly to Twi’leks, believe it or not, so he had to double his efforts.
Now as the defender of the city of Moenia and a self-proclaimed Elite Guard, Mar wanders the fields of Naboo, channeling his pain into purpose, cursing the Force for rejecting him for this long. His plans are carved in blood: to put an end to the terrorists calling themselves "Rebels" and attempting to dismantle our great Empire, with or without the Force.
Olah Osack was a lonely Mon Calamari who roamed the sands of Tattooine looking for a place to call home after his self-exile from Mon Cala. At the time of this story, our protagonist lived in the ill-fated but still remembered town of Mos Doba. It was there that he heard of a upcoming beast tournament that would be held in a town called Nilbog which was located on the quite inhospitable (not that the same could not be said for Tattooine) of Lok. They were only admitting animals that had been caught out in the wild. This was great news for Olah, he had always wanted to participate in these tournaments but up to this point he had only heard of tournaments that allowed bio-engineered beasts. These animals were quite terrifying both in appearance and in terms of their production cost. Over one million credits for the lower end beasts, this was quite out of reach for the fledgling Mon Calamari beast handler!
Either way, Olah decided to leap on this opportunity even if with some hesitation. After all, Olah had never participated in such events, and he was afraid of making a fool of himself or even worse making someone angry somehow!!! All these worries were rumbling around Olah’s conical head as he looked around for some small creature he could tame. After some exploration, Olah had decided that there was no issue in at least trying! Even if he wiped out early, he would at least see some good fights and be able to see the arena cheering on the fighters! As a bounty hunter, Olah could appreciate a good fight where both fighters shake hands in the end, no ill will to be seen or felt.
Suddenly, Olah came across a small dalyrake which he could tame. He slowly began the process of approaching the small creature who looked at him curiously with his six eyes. Soon enough, the dalyrake was prancing around Olah, happy to follow his new master into adventures. Olah decided to name his new insect friend “Zambrius”, after a childhood friend who he had to leave back in Mon Cala. Oh, how he missed the seas of Mon Cala! This Tatooine sand was always getting into his gills and he only felt true respite whenever he managed to lay down in his bed in the backrooms of his friend Adir’s shop. There he had a small fountain continuously running where he could dampen his skin a bit and wind down after a long day. This fountain was what kept him connected to his old homeworld. However, Olah had to brush these feelings aside and focus on bringing young Zambrius up to fighting order.
For days, the pair trained up and on the eve of the tournament Olah and Zambrius were practically inseparable. No matter the outcome of the tournament, Olah had gained a new lifelong friend in Zambrius. On the day of the tournament Olah felt extremely nervous as he saw all the audience and participants pour in. The community really did show up for this event! Dendron, the event organizer, began introducing each participant one by one. As Olah was called out, the shy Mon Calamar could feel the explosive cheer and roaring of the crowd invigorate him. No one knew who this Mon was aside from a few regular talking partners down at the Mos Eisley Canteena, yet everyone clamoured for him as they did for the other contestants! The sense of belonging and community mas indescribable. As the day went on, Olah and Zambrius found themselves passing from one round to the next, almost losing some of the fights but with Zambrius ultimately pulling through!
The novice pair ended up in the finale, having to face up against the talented handler Rinna and her kima Beatrice! Zambrius seemed a bit confused and worried looking at Beatrice, he had never really seen such a creature like that! Olah comforted his pet and whispered to him “hey my little friend, I was also scared of even coming here but look where we are! This is the finale and even if you lose, I will still love you and so will the crowd!!”. Olah’s last words seemed to somehow resonate with the dalyrake who confidently strode into his place. “Let the battle start” Dendron excitedly declared and Beatrice and Zambrius began a tough fight. Beatrice tried to paw and bite onto Zambrius legs as he performed some type of evasive maneuverers tapping with his feet along the wooden floor. After some heated moments, Beatrice fell tired to the floor, announcing her defeat, as Zambrius limped backwards clearly tired from the battle. Dendron announced the winner to be Olah and Zambrius as they honoured and congratulated their opponents. It was a beautiful moment of sportsmanship, beast battling and overall of community. The Crowd applauded all the combatants and showed a terrific spirit throughout the whole event, eventually coming onto the arena after the event ended to show off all their pets. An event where the main event was a battle ending in a moment of friendship, community and togetherness. This is what made this event so memorable for Olah. It made him understand that even if he had failed, there still would have been applauses, cheers and recognition for his worth in just trying. An important lesson was learnt that day thanks to the kindness of this community in a galaxy far far away.
May the Force be with You
-SWG Restoration Staff
