
On the fertile agriworld of Reytha, the day began in quiet routine. A farming droid harvested crops row by row, its steady work feeding not just local settlements, but entire systems across the Expansion Region. Reytha was the breadbasket-its fields a symbol of stability in a galaxy slipping back toward chaos.
But that stability had already been compromised. In secret, Imperial Remnant forces arrived to seize control of the food supply. To those in the Imperial Remnant, Reytha was no longer just farmland-it was leverage.

Smoke rose in the distance, then flames. Entire sections of farmland ignited as accelerants; smuggled Rhydonium from the volcanic world of Sarapin turned crops into infernos.
A farmer ran along the edge of the blaze, terror driving him forward. This was no random destruction. It was calculated, turning Reytha into a powder keg, a warning to the New Republic, and a tool of control. If the Empire could not hold the region outright, it would burn what sustained it.

A tram, once a simple forklift repurposed for farm transport, approached along the dirt path. At its controls was the farmer’s wife, drawn by the growing column of smoke. She saw him waving frantically, shouting for her to turn back.
For a brief moment, hope lingered. If she could escape, she could warn the others. The fires behind him crackled louder, the sky darkening with ash. But neither of them yet saw what moved within the smoke.

Blaster fire split the air.
Imperial stormtroopers emerged onto the path, their armor gleaming through the haze. The farmer fell instantly, struck down before he could speak another word. His warning died with him.
The second trooper did not hesitate. A single shot cut down his wife before she could even cry out. Around them, the fires spread unchecked, fueled by Rhydonium and Imperial intent alike.
This was not an occupation. This was anhiliation: part of a larger design. While the galaxy’s attention was fixed on Reytha’s destruction, deeper schemes unfolded elsewhere. Gyndine’s unrest and Reytha’s burning fields: both distractions in a greater Imperial gambit to reclaim power.
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