In its waning years, the Galactic Republic endured less like a golden age than a prolonged twilight, its ancient institutions still standing but riddled with unseen fractures. Corruption seeped into the Senate beneath layers of procedure and decorum, while corporate interests and regional power blocs bent law into currency. Localized conflicts flared along distant borders, dismissed as anomalies even as they multiplied, and faith in the Republic’s ability to protect its citizens ebbed in the shadow of inaction.
