Grand Admiral Thrawn came to a halt before the striking Zabrak lady wearing a simple brown dress, executed a curt bow and offered his hand, which Neera accepted gently. The large doors opened as if on cue, revealing a great hall full with Zabrak, mainly Neera's family, and certain Imperial officers, invited by the groom. The rebuilt throne room was built by the Zabrak, the thrones already in place, before which stood an elderly Zabrak, one who likely saw way too many battles.

At the end of the hall, stood Lomeir dressed in a painfully clean black robe, even his horns looked clean and polished. Thrawn and Neera entered the room, and everyone rose to their feet as the Imperial anthem began to play. With dignity, Thrawn delivered the bride to Lomeir, and took his place beside Cayel, Frey, Naismith and Torroro in the first row. This was the first time he saw tears in Torroro's eyes. Naismith whispered something to his lovely wife Ekaterin as Thrawn approached, to which she responded with a light smile and a look of interest.

"Today we are gathered here to bind these two warriors, our warrior king, and his chosen warrior queen. Lord Lomeir, do you accept Neera Koth, to love, guard, protect and offer support to?" The elderly Zabrak said, dressed in the formal battle-ready uniform of a Zabrak priest.

"With all my heart, soul and mind." Lomeir replied formally in a dark voice, rising his chin with pride, and extending his hand before the priest.

"Very well my lord. Lady Neera, do you accept Lomeir Sarin, to follow, respect, love and bear warriors to?"

"With all my heart, soul and mind." Neera replied with a smile, as she looked at her soon-to -be husband, and king. She extended her hand as well, taking Lomeir's.

"Then I bind you as zabrak and zabrak, warrior to warrior, man to woman. You are now bonded." said the priest as he gently tied the two hands into one with a ceremonial leather strap, and rose the hands of the newly weds above their heads, so all could see that they were now as one. Then, he untied the strap in slow, ritualistic moves, and passed it on to the other battle-priest of lesser stature, who in turn passed a metal helmet, with holes in strategically placed places to allow the Zabrak warriors to done the helmet without having problems with their horns. As the Zabrak advanced during the Old Republic, the helmet was only worn by the kings, rulers of the Zabrak, as a reminder of their bloody past.

"As a sign of my gratitude to those who helped me in ascending to my position, I would like that captain Cayel delivers the High Helm of Zabrak, and that the Grand Admiral crowns me." Lomeir said when the battle-priest turned to him, expecting him to kneel so he could bestow the High Helm to him. The priest nodded, and both Cayel and Thrawn rose from their seats and assumed positions on both of Lomeir's flanks, as Cayel took the High Helm from the battle-priest, and passed it to Thrawn, who slowly and gently slided it onto Lomeir's head, taking special care in connecting the right hole with the right horn. As he placed it, he boomed in a voice quieter then a shout, but loud enough to be heard to the end of the hall.

"And now the days of the new Zabrak kingdom have came, and may they last as long as the Empire lasts!" Thrawn said, the glow of his eyes beginning to blaze with happiness, as much as possible for such an emotionally cold person, which meant it was a slight increase in his eye glow.

"As my first decree, I say this : Let the celebration begin!" Lomeir boomed, as they made their way accross the broad hall, into the sunny day outside. Both Zabrak people and Imperial officers on off-duty gathered outside had already unloaded the drinks that arrived from the Imperial Star Destroyer 'Inquisitor', orbiting the planet, TIE's streamed through the sky in trio's in triangular formation, sharply tight, and Lomeir was shure his friend Kowes's clones were piloting them. As if on cue, a squadron of clutches, V-38 starfighters arrived and fired twelve missiles above Lomeir's group, and as they detonated with a deafening blast, flowers began raining from the sky.

This was a promising party thought Lomeir, only hoping that he would somehow remember where he left his cap when he wakes up next morning.