Chief of State Leia Organa Solo looked around the large room, her brown eyes watching the different sentients below her.

This was an important reception, perhaps vital, and she hoped it went smoothly. It was a reception symbolizing the peace treaty recently developed between the Imperial Remnant and the New Republic.

The huge room was draped with large purple, red, and white banners, the tables draped with tablecloths of matching colors to symbolize peace. At the large stage in front of the room, a highly popular Bith band played, tapping their feet along to their music.

She sat on a long, raised platform in the back of the room, from where she got a perfect view of the entire area. On her left, sat Grand Admiral Pellaeon and further along the table, his Imperial representatives. On her right, sat a reluctant Han and Chewie, followed by New Republic dignitaries and Representatives.

Allowing herself a small sigh, she tried to make small talk with Pellaeon, setting an example for the rest of the galaxy.

"Finally, peace after years of warfare." She commented, she couldn't think of much else to say.

"Yes." Pellaeon replied, even his voice sounding tired. "Even fighting for what you believe in can grow old and wearisome."

His comment had surprised her a little. It sounded as though he had given up all fighting spirit. Glancing at him, she noticed that even his eyes had dulled, losing the sparkle that had once been held there.

She glanced out over the room, her brown eyes sweeping each sentient, even those at her own table.

"Grand Admiral Pellaeon," she began, turning her head to see him better. "Why are so few of your Moffs here...not to mention countless others? I have noticed that there seems to be a rather small number of Imperials here."

A spark of hesitation came into Pellaeon's old, slightly wrinkled face then, and he thought on his answer for a few long moments.
"There is something I must-"

The entrance of the Jedi interrupted him then. Leia sighed in relief; she had almost been worried that they weren't coming.

First through the door were Jacen and Tenel Ka. Jacen seemed as though he were trying very hard to explain something that Tenel Ka just didn't get. Jaina and Lowbacca followed them, though Lowbacca's furry paw on her shoulder made it look very much like Lowbacca was the only reason Jaina was going anywhere.

They had been sent because no other Jedi could make it, and at sixteen Luke Skywalker had thought them old enough to attend a boring diplomatic ceremony. They hadn't worn their lightsabers though, at Leia's insistence. She had suggested that it might make the Imperials feel uneasy or threatened.

"Ah- so the Jedi do arrive." Pellaeon commented. "I had begun to think they wouldn't."

"Don't underestimate the Jedi." She replied simply, smoothing her white, shimmersilk robes. She didn't reveal that she had begun to think the same thing.

Mere moments later a feeling came over her. It seemed to blanket her and send chills down her spine.

On instinct she looked over at the table where the young Jedi had been seated. She found that Zekk had joined them and that they were all on alert, glancing around the room, their expressions betraying that something was not right.