And now you put him in command of all the Zabrak forces in the region.”
He slaughtered Imp troops wherever he went, to the point that the Imps formed a special task force for the sole purpose of neutralizing him. “He’s a damned hero to a lot of people in the galaxy, and a villain to a lot more. It was him and his brother, Argus Sanshir, working together that threw the Empire clear out of Zabrak space.” She snorted incredulously. A lot of his superiors hated his guts but couldn’t argue with his results, so they could never remove him from command. He was a Rebel Alliance General during the Galactic Civil War, fought hundreds of engagements and was a thorn in the side of the Empire. “His clan name is Sanshir, but he made a name for himself as Halyn Lance. Triak resisted the urge to impale her with his amphistaff. “You, though…I thought you would know who your enemy truly was.”
“You’re bottom-feeder scum with no sense of history.” Her eyes flicked back to the Yuuzhan Vong warriors. “Of course you two don’t know,” she said harshly. “You really don’t know.” She laughed again as Slim and Slip turned to her with puzzlement on their features. “One who inherited his position, rather than earning it by blood and trial. “The brother of a warrior,” Triak said flatly. Do you have any idea who Halyn Sanshir is?!” Slip opened her mouth to speak, but the Zabrak woman was first. With him as their head, they will fall swiftly before our fleets.” The Zabrak infidels have united behind a leader we chose-a leader who is weak, who is not a warrior. “Like all of your governments,” Ret sniffed haughtily, “the Zabrak Council was easy to manipulate. Why would we topple him now?”Īll three Peace Brigadiers stared with dropped jaws. “Why,” Triak said calmly, “do you believe we should destroy the leader we just installed? The gods have put a weak leader on the throne to ensure our victory. We’ve got a couple ships ready to go, and we can hit him when he’s in his shuttle…” “We’re ready to make an attempt on this new Zabrak leader. “We came as soon as we heard about the Zabrak Council,” Slim said. Strong warriors, who understand the need for pain and for scarring and tattoos…but they are infidel toolmakers like all the rest. Of all the species in this infidel galaxy, the Zabrak seem to be most like us. Dark, intricate tattoos swirled around her face in a way that Triak found more than moderately appealing. The third member, though, was someone new-a female Zabrak, a member of the race that even now Domain Kraal was destroying. Beside him was a Twi’lek, her flesh a pleasing blue tone, who identified herself as “Slip.” She, too, had met with Triak briefly before. The first Triak had met briefly before-a too-thin human who called himself “Slim”, likely to keep his true identity from being distributed to the broader galaxy. Three representatives from the Peace Brigade, the traitorous organization supporting the Yuuzhan Vong attempt to conquer the galaxy, were escorted into the room by two flanking warriors. The gods provide us with all things we need to conduct this war. “Commander, the representatives from the Peace Brigade await a meeting with you.” “They even now open the path for Domain Kraal’s salvation. “Ret Kraal, your advice is invaluable to me.” Triak Kraal smiled, his shredded lips pulled tight over his sharpened teeth. “It is done, Commander,” the villip tender said with bowed head.