The dark purple of the Order of Krath flashes up on your holoviewscreen, as the program you are watching is diverted from the present programming to this flash transmission.

On the screen you see a Noghri, standing in dark silver robes on the Bridge of an XL-7000 Battleship. Out of the main viewscreen behind the noghri, you can see the planet Kal`Shebbol, in the Kathol sector, floating in space amid the backdrop of stars leading to the bright spot that is the core cluster.

The Noghri wastes no time as he steps forward towards the camera, left hand resting on the hilt of his double-bladed lightsaber attached to his belt. On his right hip is holstered a matte-black HB-1 blaster pistol, and he carries a small black duffelbag, which he places on the deck by his feet. Looking directly into the camera, the feral Noghri begins to speak.

"Greetings, fellow sentients of the Galaxy. As some of you may know, the empire has gathered a massive fleet at Coruscant to celebrate the changing of emperors. In that fleet is a ship, and within that ship is another ship. Mine."

Pausing for a second, the noghri smiles and continues, "In the service of the Empire, an associate of theirs decided to dock one of my valued X-tie's onto the Nebulon-B frigate 'Hierarchy'. For those of you who may be thinking about placing a bid on this ship, know this for the future: That ship is stolen Order of Krath hardware, and we will pursue anyone who bids on it with as much ferocity as those who try to steal it. Now, that ship is still ours."

"Unlike the Empire and their so-called executions of nameless and nonexistent people, the Order of Krath only makes announcements when there is concrete news to report, so I invite you to follow me on the path to redemption on the part of the empire, and ultimate forgiveness for all of their sins."

Thraken turned then to his executive officer and nodded, "Captain, if you would be so kind as to open a comm channel to our captive fighters."

As Thraken said this, a wind much like that of a funnelcloud on a class-M planet builds on the bridge of the Trade Federation Battleship. You can see bridge officers gripping the sides of their stations and looking in wonder down towards the center of the bridge, where Thraken stands. A point of light begins to coalesce beside the noghri, and slowely revolves while growing in size. As it grows and pulsates to a few meters in hight and diameter, sparks of ionized energy begin to fly off and discharge in the metal surrounding the anomoly.

The noghri picked up his bag and nodded to the cameraman, who turned and followed the Noghri through the maelstrom of energy, and onto the empty docking deck of the Imperial Nebulon-B Frigate. The docking bay is completely empty, as per standard Imperial procedure, not to man any of their ships if they can help it. Next to the wormhole you can see a lone X-tie, unattended, in the middle of the polished floor.

"As the Empire has made clear, they are the ultimate power in the galaxy. The might of their fleet is centered at Coruscant, in the middle of which is this frigate. Well, I am here on behalf of the citizens of the Galaxy and the Order of Krath to exact retribution."

Thraken then nodded again to the cameraman, and walked to the turbolift on one side of the docking bay. Opening the doors, the camera followed him through and watched him set the controls to take them to the engine room. The turbolift stopped and Thraken stepped out, carrying the duffel bag. Walking to the ships main reactor, he turned and smiled into the camera. "This bag contains enough heavy explosive to cause a matter/antimatter explosion, using the power from this ships reactor to create a bomb large enough to destroy every ship in the system. There is the chance that a few of the ships may be manned, but that is the risk they take."

The noghri dropped the bag and turned to leave, getting back on the turbolift and heading over to the docking bay. Stepping out with the cameraman, he walked over to the X-tie and patted it lovingly on the side. "To the self-proclaimed Warlord Boniass, this is the fruits of your labor. Enjoy them well."

Another wormhole opened up next to the fighter. He tapped his foot on the deck, looking impatient. As the chrono ticked down to the exact time the bomb was supposed to begin detonating, the noghri pushed the cameraman through the wormhole and stepped through himself. As they did, pieces of durasteel began flying through the wormhole, spraying onto the then-empty bridge of the XL-7000 until Thraken quickly closed the anomoly. A spyship at the extreme edge of the Coruscant planetary system observed the resulting explosions, transmitting them to your viewscreen and taking severe damage in the process. You can see the Imperial Neb-b go up in an extraordinary blue ball of radioactive flame, with a halo of destruction heading out from it, decimating the Imperial fleet. The picture becomes fuzzy, but you believe you can make out the Super Star Destroyer Soverign being split in two by the destructive halo of energy created by the explosion. Then your screen goes blank.