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Onyx had been reduced to ashes. The once-beautiful world is now barren, and lifeless, the peoples of Onyx were now few in number. The end of all hope was near.


The Galaxy is full of chaos.


Onyx – three weeks after Narcati attack


Logan shook his head as he surveyed the damage to his personal residence in New Stonia – the only city on Onyx. Just weeks before, a hostile, aggressive alien species called the Narcati had appeared over Onyx and proclaimed it as a part of their ever-expanding empire. The people of Onyx denounced this, and in return, the Narcati launched a cruel bioweapon that destroyed all planet life on Onyx, and killed several thousand of its people. A few hundred residents of New Stonia had managed to put on air breathers and retreat to underground bunkers, but the rest had perished.

After the attack, Joren Logan, Admiral Keyn Neychev, former Regent and Admiral of the New Alliance had returned to Onyx for a much-deserved break. The former New Alliance flagship, the Star Destroyer Keerow (now under ownership of the Outer-Rim Sovereignty) had been assigned to transport the two to Onyx, and had immediately launched rescue missions to the broken world.

Logan, who had been elected leader of Onyx months before, agreed with President Griff that Onyx should join the Sovereignty to better fight the Narcati. Griff then supplied Logan with forces to vanquish the Narcati once and for all.

The damage was extensive. After launching the bioattack, the Narcati had bombed New Stonia, reducing much of it to rubble. Sovereignty engineers, along with the settlers of Onyx were helping now to rebuild the city.

Loan sighed as he lifted up a fallen rafter to pull out an old book – a rare commodity in the galaxy. The book had been given to him by his late wife, Kiera, on his birthday, nearly twenty years before. He brushed off some dirt with his left hand, glad that the book had not been damaged.

“How old is that?” A voice said from behind him. Logan did not have to look to know it was his old friend, Keyn Neychev.

“About a thousand years or so. I had it in a case…it looks like the case was broken though.” Logan replied.

“A thousand years old! How did Keira ever get her hands on it?” Neychev asked, impressed.

“Family heirloom, I suppose. Her parents were both dead, and she had no sisters or brothers, so she saw fit to give it to me.” Logan replied. The book was an old one, that contained history about a few things, such as Coruscant and the beginnings of civilization in the Corellian system. Keira was descended from Corellians who first settled Corellia. And she had been quite proud of that fact.

“We spoke to the Onyxians.” Neychev said, breaking a tense silence.

“And?”

“They tired to kill us.”

Logan laughed, “Predictable. The exact same response the New Alliance received, and the same the New Stonians had been getting for the past three years. Those guys simply aren’t interested in negotiations.” Logan said.

“But, we did talk to them. They demanded to see our leader, though. And insisted that they would deal with no one other than you.” Neychev replied.

“Also predictable. The Onyxians are tribal, and they revere honor.” Logan said.

“How do you know?” Neychev asked, suspicious.

“I have spoken to them before. As a matter of fact, I know a bit of their language.” Logan said, and seeing Neychev’s face, he explained in more detail, “During one of their regular attacks on New Stonia, we captured one of their injured warriors. We fed him, gave him medical attention, a comfortable bed… anyway, his name, he told me, was Jei. I taught him a little basic and he taught me his language. After that, I went with him on his journey back to the Victory Mountains, where I was promptly seized. Jei, told them everything and I stayed with them in their town for a day or so, and got to talk to a few of them.”

Neychev tried to hide his smile, “Just like you.”

“Ah well…it worked out. But I assume they think we caused the bioagent?” Logan asked.

“Yes.”

“Again, they are quite predictable.” Logan mused, “But aside from that, did they accept the medical care?”

“Yes. But they didn’t exactly thank us.” Neychev said.

“Again –“

“Yes I know.” Neyhev interrupted, “Predictable.”


*



“What is our total?”

Neychev looked down at the manifest displayed prominently on his datapad. The manifest contained a listing every soldier, crewer, capital ship, and fighter that the Sovereignty had committed to the task of getting rid of the Narcati.

“Three Star Destroyers, Hawk, Red Sky and of course, the Keerow. Four Corellian Gunships, six Dreadnaughts, twelve Birds, and five Lancers. We also have about three hundred assorted starfighters.” Neychev said, reading off the list.

Logan nodded, and sat back in his chair as he looked around the small room. They were in one of the newly rebuilt buildings on Onyx – the new Sovereignty Government building. In the center of the table, was a holomap of the surround regions with Onyx lit up brightly in blue.

“Kovel?” Logan asked. The Black Hand director was standing off to one side. In his hand he held a datacad that contained all recent scouting information the Black Hand had compiled. It seemed strange to Logan that the director of the shadowy Intelligence Agency himself came to deliver the findings. But perhaps that didn’t seem so odd. Kovel was known for this type of thing.

Kovel inserted the datacard into the slot in the holoprojector. The area surrounding Onyx (which was darkened before – signifying uncharted space) lit up with three new dots, two red and one green. Kovel began to explain just what the Black Hand had dug up.

“The Narcati Confederation has been confirmed to be very expansion-oriented, and have ended their long isolationist policy recently with several attacks along their already-established borders. First, they attacked three planets, here, here and here,” Kovel said, indicating several worlds, “They were confirmed to have taken all three within a matter of weeks. Then they attacked Sh’shuun, but were driven back thanks to Sovereignty intervention. Then they turned here, they took two worlds – worlds that are now of great interest to you.” Kovel said.

Logan and Neychev both remained silent.

“The first planet, lit in green goes without a name, only a registry number. We know now that it once did have an indigenous race, but they were wiped out with a pathogen similar to the one on Onyx. The Narcati then settled into the broken world – which was a barren lifeless rock.

“But then something happened. After about a month of the planet sitting there, rotten, it changed. A drastic change. The brown world was completely restored, it went from lifeless, to it’s former self in three days time.” Kovel said, watching the other two carefully.

“They must have an antidote.” Logan said excitedly, “If we can get our hands on it…”

“Yes. We think so too. It appears the Narcati have some sort of laboratory on this world, we believe the anti-pathogen is being kept there. It would be in your best interest to take the world, and then retrieve the anti-pathogen.” Kovel said.

“And what about the ‘other world’?” Neychev asked.

“The other world is another Narcati world, they call
that they took, and colonized it. It has a few cities, but their central shipyard is there. And that produces all of the Narcati vessels. It would be best for you to attack there, and destroy the yards and take the world. The final world on the map is none other than Narcat, their homeworld. Take it, and the Confederation is finished.”

With that, Kovel nodded to both of them and made his way out of the room, but Logan stopped him, “By the way, how did you get this information?” He asked.

“I am the Director of the Black Hand, I know everything I can.” Kovel said, and then left.



*




“What about ground forces?” Logan asked Neychev as the two were strolling along a newly rebuilt street in New Stonia.

“We don’t have many, just around twenty thousand or so.” Neychev responded.

“That won’t be enough. When can the Army have more soldiers for us?” Logan asked.

“The war with the Empire is in full swing, most of the Army is focused on that. And clones can only be grown so fast.” Neychev replied, “We’re looking at about two weeks time.”

“Too late. The attack on the planet is set to begin in a week.” Logan said, annoyed.

“Well, we will just have to push back the attack another week.” Neychev said as the two turned a corner. The city looked great, with the ORS engineers almost finished with their work. The outer walls had been repaired, along with most of the buildings.

“We can’t. Everything is set, our forces are primed. The Red Sky has already spotted Narcati scout ships monitoring us. We can’t give them more preparation time.” Logan replied.

“Well, if you an figure out a way to get about fifty thousand more soldiers from another planet and have them ready to fight within a week…” Neychev said, at a loss.

Looking at the distant Victory Mountains, Logan smiled, ”Perhaps we don’t need to.” He said.





*





The shuttle landed easily on the rocky terrain of the Victory Mountains. Logan and Neychev, accompanied by the Noghri Mahk walked carefully down the ramp of the shuttle, toward the trio of armor-clad Sovereignty clone soldiers that awaited them.

“Sir!” All three saluted, to Logan or Neychev, Logan was unsure.

“Captain.” Neychev said in way of greeting, “Please report on the situation.”

“This mountain, along with two others is the property of the Asaken Nation, a group of Onyxians who have banded together for mutual protection. The Asakens are governed by the Council of Elders, and Jhara is their chief.” The center clone soldier spoke, his shoulder colors denoting his rank as captain.

“And do they know what happened?” Neychev asked.

“We have explained it to some of the lower classes, but the Council of Elders will only speak to someone of equal rank, which is you, Admiral Logan.” The captain said.

“Very well, take us to the Council of Elders.” Logan replied.


The captain nodded and turned, motioning for the two Admirals and Noghri bodyguard to follow. They walked along a mountain path, through trees and bushes. As they did so, Onyxians appeared out from behind the trees, all of them carried weapons and watched the soldiers and Noghri carefully. The Onyxians were tall, probably about two to three meters in heightb. The captain explained why.

“They want to make sure we aren’t carrying any bombs or are more of us than we said there would be. They revere the Elders, and will never allow anything to happen to them. Each Onyxian is willing to die for one of the Elders.” The clone captain explained.

Logan and Neychev remained silent as they came out of the trees to a small village. They walked past homes, shops, and a field where about three dozen Onyxian males were practicing with swords, bows, and other primitive weapons.

“The Onyxians hold honor to be the most important value in their lives. They also still use, as you can see, rather primitive weapons.” The capain said as the walked passed the field.

“They don’t have blasters?” Neychev asked.

“They have used them before, and some of them do use them. But the more traditional Onyxian warriors, or the “tsai” do not like to, as they put it, “soil themselves” with blasters or any modern weapon. But they are very, very proficient at using the sword. They have triple jointed arms and legs, with allows them to wield the swords in unusual angles which a human would find impossible.” The captain replied.

“Do they have a standard army?” Neychev asked as they approached a large wooden building, where two Onyxian warriors in full armor stood by the doors.

“Yes. About fifty thousand strong.” The captain replied. At hearing this, Logan and Neychev smiled slightly.

They entered the building, which had a high-ceiling, great large pillars along a pathway which ended at a raised platform, where twelve Onyxians sat, in cross-legged position on large pillow-like mats.

The clone captain fell back and halted just inside the door, Mahk did the same. Logan walked forward, precisely counting his steps from the door to the raised platform. He had visited the Council before, and remember what happened to those who did not observe the protocols precisely. When he and Neychev were exactly twelve feet from the platform, Logan stopped, lowered himself to his knees, Neychev followed suit. Logan then bowed his head, stood, took three more steps, bowed again, stood, took two more steps and so on, until he we right at the platform, bowing his head.

In the Onyxian language, Logan spoke, “Jhara, Chief of Asaken.” He said.

The old Onyxian in the center of the Council nodded to Logan, “Logan. Who is this?” Jhara asked, indicating the other admiral.

“Admiral Neychev, of the Sovereignty, lord.” Logan said.

“Tell me what has happened to my people.” Jhara said.

Logan quickly told the old Onyxian of the Narcati bio attack, but as he did, he knew that Jhara would not understand. The Elder thought in moresimpler terms. Jhara listened intently, his face calm and reserved.

After Logan had finished, the large room was silent for a long while. Finally, Jhara spoke.

“We know that you have helped us, and we are in your debt, Logan. I have enjoyed the peace we have brought to this world. Long has it been since our warriors hunted for your people. I may be old, but I am not that senile that I do not know you have come for something.” Jahara said, shifting his considerable weight. Logan stood calmly, thinking of his answer. Neychev stood oblivious, not knowing the language in which Logan and Jhara were speaking.

“The ones who did this must be punished. Vengeance is required, as our honor has been diminished. The people of this world must not stumble before this foe. We must rise up, and wage war.” Logan said, remembering those who dies in the attack.

“It has been many cycles since our warriors have waged battle. And before that, we were thrown back by your light-weapons.” Jhara said.

“The sword of the warrior shall prevail.” Logan replied firmly.

In response, Jhara rose and stepped off the platform, and stood before Logan, looking down at the aged admiral. Suddenly, Neychev was aware of Mahk’s presence, directly behind them, ready to spring if Logan were attacked.

Jhara rose his hand, Neychev heard a blade being withdrawn from behind him – Mahk’s knife.

Jhara brought his hand down, and held up a flower, showing it to Logan, “This is called remanal, the most beautiful flower in my country. Two cycles ago, I walked in a field of them, now, where beauty once stirred, ashes now soil the dust. The warriors will be at your side, Logan.”

Logan smiled slightly, bowed to Jhara, and turned.

“Well?” Neychev asked, once they had exited the building.

“They will come. Let’s get to work.” Was the reply.

Briefing Room - 0600 Hours

“There is no Narcati fleet in orbit. The world is hidden well enough. It’s in a binary star system of about sixteen planets.” Neychev said, pointing to the world which hovered in holographic form at the center of the table.

“Where is their fleet?” Logan asked.

“Mostly defending their holdings, or patrolling the borders of their space. This world is just on the border.” Neychev replied.

“What can we expect them to get there?” Logan asked.

Neychev pressed a few buttons on the holoprojector, which showed a view of the Narcati world in relation to the surrounding space. A group of blue blips were focused around Onyx, “That’s our fleet, obviously. And the red blips,” Neychev pointed to the projector, to several red blips occupying a wide area, “Are the Narcati fleet formations. If we hit within the next two days, we can surprise them. Get them before they are able to send a transmission.”

Logan was silent for a moment before speaking, “No… the Confederation must never know that we have taken their world until it’s too late. Send in the Phantoms.” Logan said.

“We only have a squadron.” Neychev replied.

“It will be enough. All they have to do is knock out the transmission dish on the world and they won’t be able to send anything. They’ll be able to receive, but not respond. By the time the Confederation get’s ships to the world, our entire fleet will be waiting in ambush.” Logan said.

Neychev nodded, “Consider it done.”


*



"Tie Phantoms are among the stealthiest fighter craft in the Galaxy, gentlemen. And you, twenty four pilots who fly these machines, are among the greatest in the galaxy."

Captain Jenkins, Phantom Squadron Leader, stiffled a yawn as his direct superior, Wing Commander Gregory, droned on an on about the glorious Tie Phantom fighters and their pilots. Jenkins had been summoned to a flight breifing of what he assumed as either another training mission in the now-turbulent atmosphere of Onyx, or a morale speech. Gregory liked to do that from time to time.

Lieutenant Timmons, designation Phantom Three, yawned, and visibly struggled to keep his eyes open. Jenkins leaned over to him, "Timmons, stay alert." He said.

"Sure thing, Cap." Timmons replied, but made no effort to quiet another yawn.

Jenkins sighed.

"You have been selected, by Admiral Logan himself, for a special mission into enemy held territory." Gregory said. Jenkins, and Timmons both snapped out of their boredom, becoming fully attentive and alert. This was unprecendeted. Onyx had been secured weeks ago, with a large ORS taskforce hovering in orbit. The Narcati, knowing this, had not done anything to upset the Sovereignty either.

So far, the Sovereignty had stayed quiet on Onyx, bringing in reinforcements and setting up supply lines. They had also rebuilt most of the destroyed structures and had healed the locals with bacta. All the while Phantom and Silencer squadrons had stayed grounded, confined to training missions.

Jenkns raised his hand, "What mission sir?" He asked.

"The Sovereignty, under the command of Admiral Logan has decided to make a move on the Narcati Confederation. There is a world close to this one with little defenses, but a powerful early warning system. The Sovereignty fleet cannot attack untill the early warning system is down, which will render the rest of the Confederation blind to the assault on their world. Logan has ordered the fleet's Tie Phantom units to sneak in and destroy the transmitter that links the world with the rest of the Narcati Confederation. Once that is done, the fleet will hit them hard." Gregory said.


Timmons smiled, "When do we start?" He asked.

"One hour." Gregory said.

Jenkins almost laughed, but he suddenly realized Gregory was not joking.

"Get to it, gentlemen."



*



"Everybody check in." Jenkins said as he settled into the comfortable seat of the Tie Phantom, putting on his helmit and air mask.

"Phantom Two, checking in." Came the voices of the rest of his squadron, "Phantom Three checking in." And so on.

After the checks were complete, Jenkins switched his channel to a private one to speak with the other squadron commander in the hangar bay, Silencer Squadron Leader, Captain Moriss.

"Silencer One, come back." He said.

"What to do want, Jenkins?" Moriss asked.

"Just wanted to confer. How do you want to do this mission?" Jenkins asked.

"With you behind me and all guns blazing. What else?" Moriss asked.

Typical.

Back in the Academy, Moriss was caught stealing his training fighter and going out for joyrides late at night. Jenkins was the guard on duty. Moriss was written up and a reprimand was placed into his file. Ever since then, Moriss had held a grudge against Jenkins.


"This mission has to be coordinated. We need a plan. We have to work together." Jenkins said.

"We will. My squadron will do everything as a team, you just had better stay out of the damn way." Came the reply.

Jenkins sighed and put the channel back to the squadron's. Timmon's voice instantly filled the speakers, "Moriss still being an ass?"

"Yeah."

"Wouldn't be fun any way else." Timmons said.

"I guess so. Alright guys, lets get going." Jenkins said, as he lifted his fighter off the hangar floor and guided it out into the open Onyxian air.

"Maintain radio silence upon reversion from hyperspace. Scans show the Narcati have advanced sensors which track radio audio signals." Jenkins said.

Sonnafter that, the twelve Phantom fighters exited hyperspace, and into the system designated Three-two-seven. The system had six planets, one of which was their target. The planet was actually beautiful, with blue-green oceans, grey and white mountain ranges, plains, deserts, forests. it was almost perfect. Much, he had been told, like Onyx before the planet had been atacked with the Narcati bioweapon.

There was only one ship in orbit. The sensors on his Phantom showed it was a Narcati Raptor - the mainstay of the Narcati fleet. It was about two hundred meters long with wings that were bristling with weapons. But the ship had weak shields. Intelligence reports Jenkins had read on his way to the world stated the Narcati were behind the times, significantly in the technological field. They, like the Hapans of old, also had not developed advanced turbolaser technology, as well as shield technology, so it was reletively easy to destroy one Raptor.

Jankins clicked his commlink once, waited ten seconds exactly, and then clicked again. This let all squadron members know that the Raptor had been sighted. Another series of clicks let the squadron know that they are to ignore it and go for the transmitter.

The twelve Phantoms jetted forward, past the Raptor and into the atmosphere...




Outside of the System....


Logan stared intently at the brightest star in the starscape at the front of the bridge. A lightyear away, the sun of the unnamed system glowed bright.

“System three two seven…” Logan muttered as Admiral Neychev came to stand by his side, “Doesn’t have a nice ring to it.”

Logan fell silent. Old thoughts and memories swirled throughout his head< “We should name it.” Logan said finally.

Neychev shrugged, “Would help, I guess.” He said.

“There is an old animal on Almania, called the valacar. It was snakelike, and struck with stealth and misdirection.” Logan said, “What do you think?”

Neychev smiled slightly, “Perfect.”

“Change the registery. I want everyone knowing it’s name.” Logan said.

“It will be done.”

“What word from the Phantoms?”

“Last check they were in place and beginning their run.” Neychev relied.

“The moment they confirm the destruction of the transmitter, initiate the jump.” Logan replied, stepping away from the viewport and heading to his personal conference room.



*



“Initiate attack run.” Jenkins said, breaking the longstanding order of radio silence as the squadron entered the atmosphere.

The transmitter was large, about the size of a four-story building. Near it was a small encampment, surrounded by a large wall, guarded by towers and a large gate.

“Stay on target. Fire at will!” Jenkins ordered, and to both his sides, missiles and laser cannons erupted, flying straight towards the transmitter dish. Missile after missile struck the large conical dish, destroying it completely. Flame erupted, covering the encampment in smoke.

“Let’s move!” Jenkins said, pulling hard on the control yoke of his fighter and pulling up, out of the atmosphere as sirens and wails erupted below the as the extend of the damage was revealed.

“Signal the fleet. We’re done here.” Jenkins said as he fled into space…


*


“That’s it! Destruction confirmed.” Neychev, leaning over the communications console suddenly said.

“Initiate jump.” Logan ordered, standing from his seat.

The Keerow shuddered as the microjump was initiated. A minute later the Star Destroyer, along with the majority of the Sovereignty force assigned to the Narcati campaign.

Neychev, who sat in the captain chair, with a master control board that linked him to the sensors of each ship in the fleet, instanty began reporting on the state of the system, and the fleet, “One Raptor in orbit, but Silencer squadron is confirmed to be engaging it. It’s heavily damaged, and it’s communications have been destroyed, as per procedure. I am detecting an explosion on the ground, it’s the transmitter.”

Logan nodded, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, “All ahead full, line formation. Invincible is to move ahead and destroy the Raptor. Troop transports may begin their descent once we are in range.” He said.

Neychev nodded, “Understood.”




*




The world Logan had named Valacar was a peaceful one. Although it’s native animal life had been completely and utterly wiped out, it could be considered one of the most beautiful worlds in the galaxy, rivaling the beauty of Ithor. Except for the one Narcati encampment, surrounded by defense systems, the world was barren of any life. Nightfall had recently begun it’s course, with the sun beginning to fall below the horizon. Rain clouds gathered.

Now that was changing.

Ten large troop transports fell slowly out of the sky, held aloft and on course by repulsorlifts which guided them to the ground no more than three hundred meters from the Narcati settlement. The transports landed.

And an army disembarked.

This was no normal army, equipped with blasters tanks, fighters… this was the Grand Army of Asaken, and was made up entirely of Onyxians with their bows, swords, axes, and spears. There must have been fifty thousand of them. The army began to form up in it’s respective ranks. Each Onyxian warrior wore a grim, determined look on his face. Each warrior was determined to get revenge for the devastation the Narcati had caused.

The Narcati settlement had been identified as primarily a research outpost. But the outpost was also very heavily guarded with a large wall, and several thousand Narcati soldiers.

Jhara, Wise Elder of Asaken, was at the head of the army, and he turned to the warriors, speaking in their own language, “Never has this army ever been assembled to face such peril! Never has this army fought an enemy so dangerous! We are not here to get vengeance! Even though it is vengeance that we deserve! We are here to assure the survival of our people, so that they can live in peace, due to our sacrifice. Let the voice of Onyx be heard on this day!”

The entire force let out one big roar.


In the encampment, behind their wall and defense systems, the Narcati soldiers watched, some with arrogance, most with fear. They had expected a battleforce of ORS clone troopers, but instead they got this primitive army of foreign soldiers. Nevertheless, they all knew that the Onyxians outnumbered them ten to one. All of them knew they were going to their deaths.

*


“Ready the blast. As soon as Jhara leads the assault, prepare to fire.” Neychev said to his gunnery officers, down in the port side of the Keerow’s turbolaser banks.

Logan smiled as he sat down in the gunnery chair. He had insisted he fire the first shot of the battle for revenge. Onyx had been destroyed, and he wanted to have some part in the battle. Neychev held a comlink o his ear so he could hear the reports of the scouts on the ground.

“Jhara is almost at the wall. Joren, fire!” Neychev ordered.

Sighting carefully at the target, Logan squeezed the trigger.



*


With a roar the army charged, and with an equally loud roar, the automated defense systems protecting the Narcati compound went to work. Hundreds of laserbolts sliced across the landscape, cutting into the Onyxian ranks. Dozens of brave Onyxian soldiers fell. But the charge was not turned back. Jhara ran at the head of the army, his sword held in the air. When the army reached the one hundred meter mark away from the walls, deadly fire rained from the sky. A single bolt of lightning hit the wall where the defensive systems were concentrated the most, obliterating it in a blinding flash. A huge hole was now opened in the Narcati wall, allowing thousands of Onyxiann soldiers to pour through.

Jhara reached the hole first, thousands of Narcati were waiting them, some with melee weapons like force pikes, some with vibroblades, some with blasters. The Narcati knew they were going to die, you could see it on their faces. The Onyxian army hit them like waves on water. The Narcati charged at the last second, turning some of the Onyxian attack back. But Jhara had already killed three Narcati warriors before the rest of the army caught up with him. At the hole of the gate, it was a slaughter.

Jhara grinned triumphantly as hundreds of Narcati turned and tried to flee, as he did so, something hit him in the back, and a searing pain tore through him. He looked down to see a vibroblade sticking out of his chest. He managed to turn his head, and saw a grinning Narcati warrior grasping the handle of the blade. The Narcati then pulled the blade out, intending on striking again, but dozens of Onyxians reached him, and cut him down.

Jhara fell to his knees, ignoring the pain and wound. He looked up, and those who saw him on the battlefield that day, saw him smiling. The sun hit his face, and Jhara’s last view of the world was the Onyxian army driving the Narcati before them.

Then everything went black.



*


Three days later – Valacar

“The anti-pathogen was just released into the atmosphere sir.” Neychev said, stepping into Logan’s office onboard the Keerow.

“Is it working?” Logan asked quietly.

“Yes. It’s beginning to.” Neychev replied. Logan sighed, like a great burden had been lifted from him.

“Good.” Was all he said, “Many died to claim it.” Logan said.

Neychev nodded, and left the room, leaving Logan alone yet again.