I m p e r i a l P r i s o n 2 2 3, t h e O u t e r R i m

Warlord Vorith Kalar surveyed the prison from his Star Destroyer, orbiting the station. One of the last Imperial Sanctioned prisons still standing, he had been quick to make it a part of his sector.

Kalar Remnant, an Imperial remnant led by him, was one of the few parts of the old glorious Empire. While many other remnants had either fallen to the rebellion's New Republic or disappeared, his remnant had survived and stayed strong.

Escape to the Outer Rim had been a tactical retreat. Far enough away from the main battles, close enough to observe. And all the time regrouping, recruiting fallen Imperial remnants and factions into his own remnant.

The Empire was falling, there was no doubt. But just because the balance had been tipped didn't mean that the fight was lost.

Warlord Kalar knew that the best way to win a war was to wait for the best moment to strike and to use the resources given properly.

Two such resources lay in the prison before him now.

"Imperius Unitada ober Totallex," Warlord Kalar repeated the old words from an Imperial propaganda poster. "Empire over all."

Soon these words would carry their intended meaning and soon the Empire would be restored to its old glorious self. All it would take was to get inside the rebellion's heads. Know thy enemy.

"Warlord Kalar," the doors to the bridge slid open to reveal Admiral Adali Navarr. She held a datapad against her chest with one hand, the other behind her back. "Warden Quorr is ready to see you."

"Thank you, Admiral," he turned from the window to face his loyal friend and companion. "Then let us proceed."

The halfbreed Admiral turned and began left the room, him following. Her patches of human skin mixed in with the blue of her Pantoran heritages. Her markings were ovals, sitting on her forehead and cheeks like jewels. Kalar could not believe that the Empire's prejudices against aliens had allowed the brilliant and cunning girl to be pushed down to the bottom of the ranks.

A strong Empire could not have time for racist foundations. Their new Empire certainly did not.

The transport ship waiting in the hangar took them to the prison. The pilot touched them down in the prison's docking bay, and Kalar stepped out alongside his admiral to meet the warden.

Kiyfi Quorr, another one of his close companions, formerly one of his generals. He had placed her in charge of the prison, a job which she enjoyed all too much. She was an Icarii, the last of her kind at that.

"Warlord," Kiyfi offered a cold smile. Her red hair fell loosely down her back and her crystal blue skin shone despite the dim light of the docking bay. "Your guest is ready for you."

Kalar smiled in turn. "Then lets not keep him waiting."

Warden Quorr led them down the hallway into the heart of the prison. A tortured scream could be heard every once in a while. They passed one cell in particular that had four guards in front of it but that wasn't their stop, not today.

Kiyfi stopped in front of Kalar's desired cell. She typed in a quick code into the keypad and the doors slid open. "He's all yours," her teeth glinted.

Warlord Kalar stepped into the cell and faced one of two parts of his key to victory. "I'm happy to say that you have been freed," he said.

Inside the cell, two yellow eyes opened and glowed in the darkness.

a f t e r

A/N: if y'all thought my Rebels loving self wasn't going to write an aftermath fic then you were dead wrong bECAUSE HOW COULD I NOT

so obviously Rebels spoilers in this story

THIS IS WHERE THE FUN BEGINS

HOW COULD I NOT WRITE A CANON KANERA KID?! REYBEL WHO I ONLY KNOW JACEN SYNDULLA

okay here we go oooof