Onderon, Yolarn Plaza, before the Unifar Temple.
In this plaza, where General Kalani had once publicly executed Senator Mina Bonteri, the guillotine had been raised high once more. Onderon's new king, Sola Gerrera, stood proudly atop the platform in crimson royal robes, scepter in hand, a cruel smile on his face.
Behind him stood more than a hundred ferocious-looking soldiers, all like-minded people who had emerged from the previous resistance movement.
Without exception, they harbored immense hatred toward Onderon's current government, the Separatists, and even the Galactic Republic. They believed everyone around them had betrayed them; that both sides of the war had taken everything from them; and that the incompetence of their planet's former rulers had forced them to live like rats.
In short, the idea was that they were never wrong—the world was.
And when such people gathered together, even becoming the king of a planet, the scale of the disaster was easy to imagine.
With Wilhuff Tarkin backing him, Sola Gerrera firmly secured the throne. The first thing he did after taking power was exact revenge!
General Akhenaten Tandin was shackled, and two soldiers forced him down onto the guillotine. Yet his face bore only a disdainful smile.
Having lived through four utterly different rulers in succession—Ramses Dundup, Sanji Rush, General Kalani, and Sola Gerrera—he had seen through everything completely.
"I judge you guilty of first-degree war crimes! Akhenaten Tandin! You have committed unforgivable crimes against the people of Onderon! And now, your sentence is—death!" Sola Gerrera stood arrogantly upon the high platform, pointing at Tandin as he barked orders.
Tandin sneered. "The people? Heh. You still have the nerve to utter the word 'people'! Sola Gerrera, you are nothing but a terrorist, a pawn that can be discarded at any moment—"
But Sola Gerrera no longer