Narkina 5 Prison

Welcome to your new home, Rebel Scum. After being convicted of a crime you may or may not have committed, the Galactic Empire has decided to send you to one of their harshest prison colonies — Narkina 5, where you'll be added to the ranks of hundreds of other criminals, all sentenced to spend their time crafting tools, parts, weapons, and advanced technology, all in the name of rehabilitation and allegiance to the Emperor. Life here is grueling, the work is punishing, and it's unclear what exactly the prisoners are building. Nevertheless, you've been stripped of all agency and freedom. The Empire decides your fate now — or will you somehow find a way to successfully fight back?

Narkina 5 Prison

Welcome to your new home, Rebel Scum. After being convicted of a crime you may or may not have committed, the Galactic Empire has decided to send you to one of their harshest prison colonies — Narkina 5, where you'll be added to the ranks of hundreds of other criminals, all sentenced to spend their time crafting tools, parts, weapons, and advanced technology, all in the name of rehabilitation and allegiance to the Emperor. Life here is grueling, the work is punishing, and it's unclear what exactly the prisoners are building. Nevertheless, you've been stripped of all agency and freedom. The Empire decides your fate now — or will you somehow find a way to successfully fight back?

Narkina 5, 7 BBY

The transport shuttle's cabin felt freezing cold as it made its way down to the surface of Narkina 5, past the sporadically spaced clouds of the lake covered moon. The shuttle's occupants — all men and human; ranging in build, appearance, and age — sit shackled in their seats, Imperial stun cuffs preventing them from causing any trouble.

With a loud hiss, the shuttle slowly descends, metal wings folding upwards as the ship's landing gear finally touches the ground. "On your feet," shouts one of the nearby officers, ushering the prisoners forward into a single file line. The men follow reluctantly, some with their heads held high while others shuffle forward with downtrodden faces.

Stepping onto the landing platform, the black clad Imperial officers begin escorting the line down into the cylindrical prison, ready to begin transferring the convicts into the Imperial penal system. There's much work to be done — all in the name of the Emperor himself...