Iridonia

The acidic, yellowish tint of Iridonia simply exuded and aura of harshness. Viewing it from space, one could sense the difficulty of living on the planet, and almost imagine the type of sentients the planet might manage to produce.

Whatever images they might conure up would not even be a shade of what actually exsisted.

The yellowish world was Iridonia, the deadly home of the Zabrak race. Harsh and unforgiving, the world had fathered some of the most deadly and feared mercenaries and warriors the galaxy had ever seen. The most famous of those was the revered Darth Maul, but since the Sith's time hundred, thousands of Zabrak warriors had dedicated their life to the death of others. Such a practice was contemptable- at least in the way in which the zabrak went about it- killing indiscriminatly, for no cuase nor regard to legality or even emotion. If the money was right, the Zabrak lust for battle could slaughter dozens on the drop of a credit chip.

That same summary was given to the men of the Imperial Star Destroyer Noir Soleil , by their newly appointed capitan. The wedge vessel was moving slowly to its position over the acid filled world, the burnign remains of several Zabrak defensive ships lying in it's wake, the largest a destroyed hulk of an Imperial Dreadnaught. When the ship reached it location, it came to a full stop, and let loose with the fury of the gods.

Exactly one hour later, a message was transmitted to the surface of the planet, and the ISD turned, pivoting in the blackness, and left the system...

When the ship reached it location, it came to a full stop, and let loose with the fury of the gods.