In all of Tapani history, there was only one noble who broke all the rules, all the while stealing your heart. She had a luminous quality - a combination of wistfulness, radiance, yearning, that set her apart and yet made everyone wish to be apart of her mischief. She was Lady Fajra Merav, and Procopia was her personal playground.

That was until she took life for granted, by surviving an overdose before her nineteenth birthday. Given a second chance, Fajra took a lesson on life, one that only the Imperial Remnant could've given her. The most important? Never forget. Never forget who you are. Never forget what you have done. Never forget to write home (Unless you're Fajra). Never forget the people who stood beside you in camaraderie.

At the end of her final campaign with the 901st and 13th, Fajra sent her armor home in a body bag. The Tapani Sector mourned the loss of Melantha's princess, remembering her for the woman she became, and not for who she was.

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Fajra didn't just live like a rockstar, she was a rockstar, the only thing that was missing? A black guitar. The fifteen men remaining under her command, made up her 'band.' After the death of the Kaleesh General Adenn, nobody wanted to take responsibility for the Commander and her men. For years they were passed down from different chains of command, until the Remnant finally turned the other cheek. The fifteen only listened to Fajra, and Fajra only listened to herself. Discipline was no longer an option, because there was no punishment that they could dish, that could EVER match the brutality they'd already endured.

So what were the rogue Imperial's doing leaving the hangar bay in Procopia? It was simple: They never forgot.