Almania had belonged to the New Alliance not so long ago under the rule of the man that the Rogue Empire had butted heads with more often than not known as Regent Logan, it was his home, it was his capital. Almania had been the jewel of the New Alliance, a sight so eagerly desired by the Rogue Empire, the New Order, and even the former Imperial Syndicate.

But in the end, a swift and impervious strike by Emperor Fearsons had taken the planet from Logan and the New Alliance, stripping the entire government of its political and command structure in one operation. With thus, the faction crumbled and ended, thus ending the Alliance-Rogue Imperial Wars.

And now Fearsons peered out of the bridge of the Star Destroyer Disruptor at the greenish-bluish orb that was Almania, his glowing crimson eyes casting a significant hue over the transparisteel that sat merely inches from his face. The planet seemed so insignificant from up here, so…almost like a pariah. Sitting way back here, lingering off Ziost almost like a moon, so far from his own home of Despayre where the wonderful Tabris lay in her solemn grave.

Though she had thrown his ring in his face and wished him dead for some unknown reason other than “she wanted to move on with her life” he had loved her with all his heart…but then she was murdered brutally by Darth Snack, the Sith Lord of the Naboo Sith Order.

I tried…I couldn’t defend you, I’m sorry he said to himself, even though he doubted she could hear him. Even if she could…did she care? Did she want to hear him? Was she ready to forgive him?

“My lord,” a voice suddenly said over his field transmitter, “you’d better come see this.” It was Colonel Qeldeek from the 109th Battalion, he was assigned to the demolition and reconstruction of the New Alliance territories around Kueller’s “Great Dome” that had been constructed into a magnificent garden. At least…magnificent by Logan’s standards, it was a mockery to the Rogue Imperial palace’s splendid Gardene mul Noredna.

“What is it?” he said right back into the comms device.

“Well um…we found something that might really upset the Republic if we unearthed it.”

Emperor Fearsons blinked in fascination. What would the Republic care if they decimated their new findings? It was of no matter, he would go and examin it.

“Alright, I’ll be right down.”



They all stared equally at the bundled group of Noghri defending what looked like a tombstone. Fearsons blinked casually at them, he could slay them single-handedly if he so chose, but that was an imprudent choice…that would spark great hate throughout the Noghri race for him. Besides, it was morally wrong. But…if something went to something else…

“Who are you?” one of the grey-skinned monsters mewed out rashly. It stared him up and down, almost as if it recognized him.

Fearsons inhaled slightly and stepped forward, his eyes being the only two glowing specks to be seen in the darkening night of this side of Almania. “I am Emperor Fearsons of the Rogue Empire and conquerer of this land. We have defeated the New Alliance for this land, how may I help you?”

The Noghri pack stared at each other and nodded, stepping away from the bloodied and decimated corpse of a broken-armored stormtrooper. This was murder.

As if reading his thoughts, one of the Noghri said, “It is not murder Emperor, he attempted to desecrate the grave of Lady Logan, we were not ready to allow that to happen.”

Those glowing scarlet orbs suddenly became fully revealed as the emperor’s eyes widened.

“Lady Logan?” Lady Logan? Was this the grave of Joren Logan’s wife? Then why had the stormtrooper tried to desecrate it?

“My lord,” one of the infantry spoke up, “he did not attempt to desecrate it, he simply moved too close and-,”

“We were given strict orders to defend the grave at all costs, especially from the Rogue Empire.”

That was understandable; the New Alliance had long had great conflictions with the Rogue Empire. The populace of the planet had been quite difficult to convince that they had meant good for them, and that the emperor’s rule was a just one. Logan had been known for his deceiving politics.

“That is the grave of Joren Logan’s wife?” he asked carefully, saying each word slowly.

The Noghri simply nodded in unison. He turned to one of the pitch-black PeFauna at his side and leaned in for a whisper. “Get me Logan on the comms, I need to speak to him about this.”

"Hello, what is your name?"

The trooper stood, straight-backed and staring directly ahead- a good soldier.

"Major Ashent Kubrik, sir"

"Well, Major Kubrik, I am Admiral Joren Logan. A pleasure to meet you"

"The pleasure is all mine sir"

Logan smiled "I'm sure"

He turned to the next soldier....and the next after that.


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Several hours later he boarded a shuttle and watched the blue-green grass of Onyx whip around through the veiwport. He remembered how they took this planet, the New Alliance forces. Logan had ordered search teams be sent into the Unknown Regions to see what was there. They had encountered the Chiss Empire. The Chiss beat them so badly that only one of the teams survived. It jumped to hyperspace- blindly -and ended up here, at this beautiful planet.


Their ship's hyperdrive barely worked and they managed to record the planet's location and jump back into civilization. They had arrived back on Logan's home planet of Almania and made a report. Logan had been very intriged. He had taken his command ship, the mighty <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Archammer<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> and went there himself. But when he arrived he was disapointed. There was no technology, and only two sentient species. The species didn't take kindly to outsiders and had their best warriors attack. The New Alliance had fought back relentlessly and defeated the natives, but at great cost.

Two New Alliance infantry divisions had been destroyed and several AT-ATs with them. Logan had been furious but he understood why the Onyxians did it. They had been afraid.

Now the planet looked nothing like it's former self. It had tall buildings, roads, farms, and other things. Logan finally understood what the aliens were afraid of.

He shook his head at the thought and tore hsi gaze from the viewport.



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"Lord" A mewling voice said. "a transmission was made several minutes ago to your offices on Corellia...from Almania"

Logan's head came up. And he glared at the Noghri.

"What?"

"Shall I have it rerouted through the network to here?"

"Yes. Code 3"

"Understood"

Because Onyx wasa hidden world, all messeges to it had to be rerouted through the 'Network'. Which was..well..the New Republic planets. It was sent to each planet in the Republic to relay stations and was finally transmitted from an undisclosed relay station to Onyx. The entire procedure was long but it was needed.

Logan sat down at his desk and turned on the holoprojector.

Before Admiral Logan came a familiar figure:

A Rogue Imperial admiral standing proud and tall in his crisp, white uniform.

"Greetings Admiral Logan of the New Republic. Emperor Fearsons requests your immediate presence on Almania.

"This message has been broadcasted via 114."

Logan glared coldly at the Admiral. He had no desire to go to Almania. He didn't want to see Fearsons. Fearsons had ruined his life.

"Mahk"

The Noghri stepped up beside him.

"Yes lord?"

"Prepare my shuttle. Tell Captain Neychev that I will need the <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Keerow<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->"

Mahk looked at him, confusion in his face.

"But....sir...what if its an asassination plot? what if The Rogue Empire is trying to kill you?"

Logan regarded the Noghri with sad eyes.

"They already have" He said quietly.

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"The <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Keerow<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> is at your command, Admiral"

"And the Escorts?"

Neychev looked to his left, out of the veiwport. Two deadly-looking Dreadnaughts sat silently outside,waiting.

"The <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Peacekeeper<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> and the <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Winds of Onyx<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> report ready"

Logan nodded, a smile on his face.

"Excellent. Prepare for hyperspace...."

He sighed.

"...and set course for the Almania system"