The galaxy is torn by the Clone Wars, with the Republic and Separatists locked in endless conflict. Ancient legends Revan and Bastila have returned, their presence reshaping power balances and stirring old fears among the Jedi and Sith alike.
No win condition. Play until death. Build your reputation as high as possible.
Reputation changes from completed activities: jobs, heists, deals, territory captures.
Top players on daily and season leaderboards win credits from prize pools.
Build your reputation across the galaxy by forging alliances, mastering the Force, and influencing the outcome of the Clone Wars.
Traits
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Revan's Partner
Senator
Jedi Master
Player Hero
Jedi Knight
Grand Master
Jedi Council Member
Republic Leader
Clone Commander
Separatist Commander
The towering glass dome of the Galactic Senate glitters under twin suns, bustling with diplomats. Marble steps echo with footsteps, and holo‑displays flicker with endless debates. A holo‑press offers data feeds.
Ancient stone arches rise amid sleek towers, incense scent mingles with ozone. Statues of past Jedi guard the entrance, and a quiet courtyard invites meditation. A holo‑archive glows softly.
Dense emerald canopy swallows sunlight, the air hums with insects. Massive trees loom, their roots tangled like veins, and a hidden clearing glints with ancient ruins. The sound of distant waterfalls beckons.
A bustling bazaar of floating stalls, neon signs flicker, and the scent of exotic spices fills the air. Traders shout deals, and a holo‑billboard displays shifting prices.
A dimly lit alleyway hidden behind a holo‑door, shadows conceal whispered transactions. The smell of oil and ozone lingers, and a concealed terminal hums with illicit data.
A massive circular arena with tiered seating, the roar of crowds echoes as lights blaze. The arena floor glows with energy fields, ready for duels.
A sleek hall lined with holo‑projectors, each displaying shifting star maps. The floor is polished metal, reflecting the soft blue light.
A sprawling bay where starships dock, the hum of engines and the scent of fuel fill the area. Cargo crates are stacked, and a maintenance droid whirs nearby.
A concealed cave entrance hidden by vines, inside a warm glow from lanterns. Maps and plans are spread on stone tables, and the air smells of fresh earth.
Crumbled stone pillars rise from ash, dark energy crackles faintly. The air is heavy with ancient malice, and a lone obsidian obelisk stands at the center.
