"NO GOOD TO ME DEAD"
The sky rumbles, and the desert sand whirls with increased intensity. In a wild panic, the denizens of the trading post scatter behind closed doors - their own wares sent flying as they race to make themselves scarce.
Amidst the chaos, a cloaked figure walks with purpose toward the source of the cacophony, pulling a cowl closer over their face.
A strangely-shaped ship has settled onto the square outside the market. Its pilot emerges through the swirling grit - an unmistakable armoured silhouette the traders knew and feared.
As the dust settles, there's no mistaking who’d just landed - Boba Fett, and the notorious Slave One.
Too enraged to speak, Kylo swept out of the control centre leaving a gaggle of terrified First Order officers in his wake.
Igniting his lightsaber, he thrust it into the wall and dragged it along as he walked - delighting in the sparking ruin it left behind.
The personnel all stopped what they were doing as he strode into the subterranean hangar - no doubt relieved he’d be away for a time.
He payed them no mind, as always, because in front of him stood his new fighter and it needed to be tested. And he was in just the right mood for that.
The comms channel opened:
“Omega Squadron. Break off your attack and engage the black T70 X-Wing at point 12.09. High value target.”
As one, the TIE FOs swung starboard, breaking rank only to dodge the sparking, exploding wreck of a Resistance RZ-2.
Levelling with the hull of the Dreadnought, they could see their target below them, back-lit by the glow of wrecked turrets and comms towers.
What happened next was a blur. A lucky blow set off a chain reaction in a Starfortress above, raining burning shrapnel that claimed three Omegas. Losing visibility, the rest careened through the debris... only to be confronted by the business end of their target: the black T70.
One salvo of cannon fire put the rest of Omega Squadron down.
Over the comms channel a new message crackled on:
“Zeta Squadron. Break off your attack and engage the black T70 X-Wing at point 1.8.6. High value target.”
33 pieces of all-original, lovingly made artwork in one explosive deck. From a Scurgg with loose paneling to the fan-favourite ARC170 spewing black fuel, these cards bring the heat of intergalactic battle to life on your tabletop.
Cards are standard ‘mini-american’ sized (because table real-estate is precious)!
Luke stood frozen on the muddy bank in front of his X-Wing.
Internally, he felt like a fraud. A mixture of sweat, swamp bug and self-consciousness made his neck tingle - distracting him from the job at hand.
Externally, the situation wasn’t much better. With his arm outstretched he felt the grip on his starfighter slipping, wild visions echoing through his head.
The final glimmer of the Force drained away as the last of his ship slipped beneath the murk.
Rivers of thick lava snaked below, sending great towers of flame high into the air. Molten rocks and ash oozed from the pores of the planet, constantly shaping and reshaping its desolate landscape.
"This place unmade me... but I too, shall remake myself..."
A figure, clad in black, emerged through the the noxious fumes, silhouetted against the evil glow of the molten river below.
"And I will make them pay.
ALL of them."
As if protecting all of Concord Dawn wasn’t enough, scouts were picking up a number of unknown ships entering the system on course for Lothal.
Perhaps these were some Rebels the Empire had tasked him to keep out? Either way, their affiliation was of little concern. Pirate or Rebel both would be swiftly eliminated.
The scouts’ tactical data flashed up on his scopes: a group of RZ-1 A-Wings. Very unusual.
Rau engaged his afterburners and his Fang broke the upper atmosphere in seconds.
Concord Dawn must be protected, he thought.
"You're In This Life For Good"
Han's Lucky Golden Dice & Blaster (Expertise)
The place was a mess. The tables were a mess. The floor was a mess. The walls: covered in blaster bolts. These offworlders. Every freighter-full had less respect than the previous one. But hey — being a casino owner had its perks, the refurbishment would be more than covered by the takings. One thing remained to do: replace the dice that flashy Corellian made off with, right before the shooting started...
Dice are solid steel finished in antique gold.
"Ezra & Friends"
3 Pack: Double-sided Ezra / Fenn Rau + Ezra & Maul Crew
A three-pack featuring:
Ezra facing an impounded ship on Lothal.
Fenn cruising through unforgiving landscape.
Ezra + Maul Crew — The unlikeliest of companions, trapped in a strange dimension with their Holocrons.
"Playing Both Sides"
Captain Nym - Double Sided Rebel&Scum
(SCUM) Captain Nym tangled in a high-octane chase with the security force in coruscant's notorious criminal underbelly.
(REBEL) Captain Nym wreaks death and destruction upon a Trade-Federation bioweapons facility.
"All Pilots To Your Ships!"
The order to scramble came. It was not unexpected. In fact, Miranda was already in her ship when it happened, and within seconds was running through the familiar preflight routine.
She felt the ungainly K-Wing lurch upwards and into flight. It’d been a long time since she’d got used to its unusual styling and overly-finicky controls. But glancing across at her co-pilot, who gave her the thumbs up, there was no place she’d rather be when the order to scramble came.
A covert First Order weapons platform is raided by a daring band of Wookiee Commandos, led by none other than Lowhhrick. He's in his element - soaking up fire whilst his comrades are safely exfiled from combat. With the big guns silenced, the stormtrooper blasters are no match for the might of the Auzituck hull and it's Wookiee crew.
"Ready the Harpoons!"
Nu Squadron Pilot & Rho Squadron Veteran Set
"Flexibility is not synonymous with the Galactic Empire, but the freedom to deploy by hyperdrive into the heart of battle has Rebel command and even local crime lords fearful of the Empire’s new capabilities: squadrons of fully shielded fighters armed to the teeth - able to strike anytime, and anywhere.
Recent successful engagements across the dusty stelae of Crait and the rain-lashed plains of Lothal have proven that a measure of flexibility can indeed yield results. With newfound options, we will crush what's left of any who oppose us."
- Excerpt from the log of Captain Efraim, Naval Station Validusia.
Double Sided Rey and Kylo Ren
Back to back on a single card, a glimpse into two characters on opposite sides of the force.
Rey: Focus, clarity, training on Ahch-To.
Kylo: Turmoil, anger, enraged aboard his cruiser.
"Crait Assault: Holo-Simulator"
Based on flickering tabletop holo-projector screens, we present the fraught assault on Crait from the perspective of frigate-captains: monitoring the ebb and flow of combat from above.
From priority nodes to enemy positions, defensive cannon to iconic rocky trenches; we've designed the little details on this mat to bring your matches to life from a totally new perspective!
The man himself, Cruising through an abandoned mining facility hidden in an asteroid belt.
"Kill it, if you have to."
The final moments of a navigator aboard a doomed Resistance frigate, brutally sucked into the vacuum of space after a devastating strike to the bridge by Ren in his Silencer.
"Pride of the Empire"
Rear Admiral Chiraneau
Flanked by an escort of TIE Defenders, the Decimator cast a long, heavy shadow over the populace below, warning of a greater fleet still to come...
TFA Damage Deck
In the first of its kind for x-wing: all-new and original scene-art for every crit means drawing enemy fire has never felt better!
"Birth of the Falcon"
Chewie's Falcon captured at the exact moment it boosts clear of the crystal cavern, spewing chunks of red rock and crystal dust. You can just about glimpse the depths of the cave it just came through, and the last stray bolts from the pursuing TIEs trail out as they get crushed in the Falcon's wake.
"I stand ready to execute our orders, Madam Director"
Vessery trained with ruthless effectiveness, His mere presence in battle was enough to inspire those who followed, and strike fear into his foes.
"They Won't See What Hit 'Em"
featuring the never-before-seen blueprints of a TIE Aggressor mid-modification.
"Garbage Will Do!"
Millennium Falcon - Title
The Falcon — rags blowing — in the sands of Jakku, TIE fighters scream in while our heroes: Rey, Finn and BB-8, make a desperate run for it
Talonbane Cobra & Vaksai
The hangar is still, but Talonbane gets the most uncomfortable feeling he's still being watched as he hands the hard-won Rebel drive over to the Hutt...
"The Lone Wolf".
Dash Rendar & Lone Wolf
Dash rolls through the galaxy's most unfriendly space-scape — the shattered hulls of lesser pilots scattered before him...
One of the few pilots as deadly outside his ship as he is in it.
"Stick to the Surface!"
Green Squadron Pilot
The plucky pilots of Green Squadron kick up some spray on an urgent mission for the Rebellion.
Han, Rexler, Soontir, Poe & Bossk
A commission series printed for five friends, with five ships - on the same tabletop.
Biggs Darklighter & Lowhhrick
The galaxy's unlikeliest buddies making a harrowing escape through the woods. The Imperial Navy — equipped with harpoon missiles and devastating FAQs — tear the forest up behind them.
Your sorry Astromech ejected to its grim fate, just to save you from yours.
Sabine Wren, Captain Rex, Zeb Orellios & Ahsoka Tano
Sabine escaping from a Destroyer in her stolen TIE, Rex bringing the pain with Phoenix Squadron, Zeb slinking around in Lothal and Ahsoka, entangled in a chase with her old master.
R3-A2, R4-D6, R5-P9
Featuring R3A2, dealing with the stress as the Rebel base on Hoth comes under fire, R4D6, putting out a fierce blaze and R5P9, deflecting bolts from pursuing ties.
"That's Not Getting Past Me"
Twin Laser Turret
A Y-Wing taking names, clearing a path for its bombing run over Scarif's shield-gate.
Poe Dameron & Omega Leader
Two of the galaxy's most formidable pilots going head-to-head against odds no-lesser pilot would survive!
"I've got a bad feeling about this"