Corellia

From Star Wars - Dark Horizon's MUSH

Corellia
Astronomical Information
System	Corellian
Sister Planets	Antares, Commenor, Corulag, Hyperion
Satellites/Stations	Station Talmud
Hyperlanes	Core Artery, Corellian Corridor, Kessel Run
Physical Information
Primary terrain	Plains, mountains, oceans
Points of interest	Corell Park, Razor End
Major cities	Coronet (capital), Corsica
Climate	Varied, though known for wind and storms
Societal Information
Native species	Human
Immigrated species	Assorted others
Official language	Basic
Wealth Level	Unimaginably wealthy
Security Assessment	unknown
Affiliation	Republic
Current Leader

"You're all a bunch of fools! I should know, I've met a few in my life!"

--Han Solo to the Council of Corellian Nobles, 50 years after Endor

After the fall of Coruscant, and the death and destruction caused by it, Corellia rose to the eminent position in the Galaxy. No longer second to the Imperial Capital, Corellia now lead the Galaxy in production, art, education and, of course, nobility. The problem wasn't so much becoming first, but staying there. Corellia's nobles vowed that Corellia would never again be second, and have singlemindedly devoted their resources to maintaining Corellian superiority in everything.

The fault cannot be placed soley on the Nobility, of course. The Corellian people are proud. And when other planets began expanding, Corellia not only wished to remain atop the ladder, but maintain their advantage. So they simply added rungs to climb. Pushing their factories harder, building new ones on fertile land. They have abused their planet nonstop, and her fertile lands are now turning into a desert.

A famous showdown between the Elder Solo (General Solo of the Rebellion) and the Noble Council ended with the General storming out after berating the mostly younger council for their folly and greed. They say that Han Solo never returned to Corellia after that meeting, and he died a few years later on Vasatissa. But that did not stop Corellia.

The people and the nobility continue to feed their factories and their coffers. At the cost of their own planet. Many farmers have lost their land to ecological damage, and many others have lost jobs hauling food. Corellia's factories churn out weapons, armor, and ships, and some haulers still move mass cargo from the factories over the dangerous deserts to the spaceports. Their shipments are watched enviously by the unemployed who sit in their desert shantytowns, eking out a miserable living and watching the planet slide toward total desertification.