And so we wrap Volume One. This turned out to be too large for one chapter. I will have the second part, which concludes this novel, in another day or two. We start laying the groundwork for Volume Two, which will be titled Ahsoka, Shaak, and the Second Empire.

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Chapter 50: The Grand Design


Felucia, Assembly Hall, 1 ABY, 0 months, 0 days, 10 hours

The next day on Felucia. It was now the one year anniversary of the Rebel victory at Yavin 4 and the leadership of the former Alliance was now in attendance as Empress Shaak called the meeting to order at her Assembly Hall of the Order. They were in a large conference room. The leaders, Mon Mothma, Garm Bel-Iblis, Gial Ackbar, Raddus, Riyo Chuchi, foremost among them, were seated at a large oblong table. Others who had held important positions in the Rebellion were in the room. These included General Hera Syndulla and others who had participated in the recent battle in the Hoth system. The room had a quiet buzz as various participants were whispering among each other while all were awaiting the arrival of the Empress.

Soon, Shaak and Ahsoka appeared, both in formal robes befitting monarchs, and wearing crowns, the Empress's being somewhat larger, that were made of platinum and covered in various jewels. Shaak took her seat at the head of the table, in a gilded chair that was raised above the others, giving her an unmistakable air of being in control, while Ahsoka took a similar chair at the other end of the table, but one which was not raised. Shaak then read from some prepared remarks.

"Hello, everyone. I am happy to see all of you here today, my good friends and faithful allies in the recent struggle. We have emerged victorious, and it was a victory that each and every one of you should savor with pride. It has a been a long time coming, but peace will descend across our galaxy, and it falls to us – among many other able individuals – to ensure that it is a just peace and that we are doing all we can to make the lives of the people better. Chairman Santhé and I are in consultation concerning the administrative structure of our new government – the Second Empire – and soon we will be naming various individuals to head up the new divisions, departments, and agencies. It is an exciting time for the Galaxy as we are making history."

Shaak took a breath, then drank from a beverage that had been brought to her by her two young Togruta assistants, each of whom stood at attention behind the Empress's seat, wearing elegant pink gowns. She then added, "Now, I'm sure you all have questions. I will take those now. Senator Mothma?"

"May I first say, on behalf of all of us, and the people of my home world, Chandrila, a most heartfelt congratulations on becoming Empress, Grand Master Ti. We all have – without exception – nothing but the highest regard for your integrity and the great personal sacrifice that you have given the Galaxy."

Shaak stood and smiled, as she carefully surveyed the faces of those at the table who were politely applauding the Senator's remarks. As Shaak sat down, Mothma continued.

"Your majesty, do you have a firm timetable on when the various new components of the government will be established? I am particularly interested in developments pertaining to the legislature and the judiciary."

Shaak smiled. "Chairman Santhé has assembled a committee made up of representatives from all regions and sub-regions of the Galaxy. Together they are drawing up the plan for the new Senate and the various districts that will be represented. This is also being done for the new House of Delegates. We see the Senate to be a more select group that will have five hundred seats – each to represent somewhere around ten billion sentients. Of course, some worlds will have more than one senator. The Delegates will total three thousand, and every sector in the Galaxy shall have at least one, where some such as Brental will have as many as twenty. For the Judiciary, I am already reviewing the qualifications of the new High Court members – there will be twenty five total – that are being proposed for my appointment."

Mothma seemed pleased. "Very good, your majesty. Two things, if you please. One, when will the committee's work be ready for your approval, and, two, regarding the High Court, will any appointees require confirmation by the Senate?"

Shaak stroked her chin briefly before responding, clearly savoring the tension – such as it was – in the air. Having absolute power was a heady experience, even for one as serene as she usually was. Her face soon returned to its normal, unreadable state, as she answered.

"Yes, the High Court nominees shall each require a separate confirmation vote. We are deliberating over whether it shall be six in ten or two in three for approval. The legislative committee has been charged with completing their work within four weeks." Shaak then cleared her throat, then paused for a few seconds, again, clearly becoming enthralled with her new status. "In the interim, I shall rule with emergency powers and the Imperial military will be tasked with carrying out my wishes. Not to worry, however, this is a temporary solution for the transition period. I have already promised that I will not be an autocratic ruler."

The discussion continued along these lines, as Shaak continued to spell out her plans for implementing the vision she originally introduced in the meeting on Pantora a few months earlier. Mon Mothma was a bit concerned that Shaak was letting the power go to her head but kept this opinion very much to herself. Garm Bel-Iblis, true to his previous appearances, maintained a staunch backing of practically anything she wanted to do, while the Mon Calamari – Ackbar and Raddus – received assurances from her that they would have a high rank in the Imperial Navy.

Most of her ideas for the Administration seemed to attract no discussion, even though some of them were rather important. The change in terminology – military to "defense" – and the overall structure of five basic divisions (Defense, Citizen Services, Finance, Commerce and Trade, and the Interior) was hardly even discussed. Some of the more detail-oriented questions caused Shaak to invoke Valles Santhé, who was expected on Felucia but had not yet shown up.

"When will Lady Santhé be available?" Mothma wanted to know, and Shaak assured her that Valles would be more than willing to discuss everything.


Felucia, Assembly Hall, 1 ABY, 0 months, 0 days, 12 hours

Ahsoka had been silent during the morning meeting, and gave the impression she would rather be somewhere else. As she left while the others broke for lunch, she realized she was in over her head. Little about galactic government had really been her area of expertise as her career had mostly been in the military in one form or another. The trappings of royalty – robes, crowns, and obsequious fawning by underlings – seemed to leave her cold and being a Crown Princess was a difficult transition for her to make. Further, she could see that Shaak seemed to rather enjoy her new role as Empress and this bothered her a little. Mother is taking on so much here, does she really know what she is doing?

One thing was for sure. Ahsoka didn't figure to be settling any issues of galactic governance on this particular day, but she did want to be there when Valles arrived – because Valles had become a friend, and also to support her mother the Empress. It was clear in Ahsoka's mind that many of the decisions about the new government were being made by Valles, who likely expected a rubber stamp from Shaak.

There was one particular issue that was troubling Ahsoka, however, and this was the attitude of her new apprentice, Reema Andujah. The young Coruscanti had turned out to have a rather prickly personality. Reema had seemingly done quite well under Maris, who she was originally assigned to by Shaak awhile back when the Zabrak seemingly needed a new challenge in her life. Shaak expected Reema to be a handful – based on her own personality scans – and Maris would be the ideal person to handle her. But later on, Ahsoka had discovered that her two apprentices, Luke and Hedala, were becoming romantically involved and thus she made the decision to split them up. Maris readily agreed to the swap, as she saw talent in Luke and wanted to help him develop it, but at the same time, regretted giving up Reema. Still, she wanted to do whatever she could to help Ahsoka. The Togruta had shown good faith to her almost from the beginning and Maris considered Ahsoka to be in many ways her sister in the Force, and at the very least, her best friend.

Knowing all of this, Ahsoka reached out to locate Reema and found her alone in a training room, quietly practicing her footwork and swordplay with her unusual violet-hued blade. For some reason, however, Ahsoka was actually not looking forward to this meeting. Reema carried with her a distinct Dark-Side signature and Ahsoka wondered how best to confront this. She didn't want to bother Shaak with it, as the old lady had more than enough going on at the moment, and would likely expect her daughter to handle something like this. Still, there was something about Reema that was a bit unsettling.

When Ahsoka arrived at the training room, it wasn't long before Reema detected her new master in the area. She continued to practice but expected an interruption soon. Ahsoka came into the room and Reema immediately snapped to attention and quickly curtsied to her. Ahsoka forced a smile and asked Reema to come and sit with her. Happily, the girl seemed to be in a relatively cooperative mood this day.

"Reema, I've been meaning to have a talk with you. I think it's time we cleared the air. First, I apologize for any bad feeling that may be growing between us. I truly have great respect for your abilities and I would love to see you become all you can be."

"Thank you, Master. There was a misunderstanding on my part. Of course, I have respect for you. Who wouldn't? You are a superstar, a great power in the Galaxy. And maybe it's a good thing that my master is the Crown Princess. That's kind of a big deal, right?"

Ahsoka chuckled. "Yes, I would agree. But – just between you and me – I'm really not sure what I am expected to do in this role. There really is no example to follow. It's one thing to be a princess of a country or a planet, or even an entire sector, but the whole galaxy?"

Reema shook her head. "I have no idea. I'm just a poor girl from the underground. Now I have a chance to be something important. I don't want to blow it. Master, the only thing I know how to do is keep working hard. I have no schooling, no career. The school of hard knocks, that's me."

Ahsoka looked at her and found it hard not to like her. The girl was undeniably tough, but she had to be just to stay alive. Where she came from, very few made it out.

"Reema – I like you, I really do. And I know that you and Maris were getting along so well and she showed you how to swing the sabre and you are damn good. You gave me a hard time the other day."

The Coruscanti smiled. "I'm sure you were holding back. Some of the guys were telling me what kind of fighter you really are. Your speed is unmatched. I'd be pretty stupid to get on the wrong side of you."

Ahsoka scanned her quietly, and nothing registered that was cause for concern. If she has any Dark Side glow, it's well hidden.

"All right then. So are you ready to go to Coruscant tomorrow, with Hedala and me?"

"Sure, I haven't been home in ages. But I don't suppose we'll get to the lower levels …"

"Not unless you want to take me someplace."

"I couldn't do that to the Princess." Reema smirked.

"We might need to upgrade your wardrobe a little for more formal occasions."

Reema frowned. "You don't like my style, Master?"

"Oh no, that's not it. I actually love your white things. Very polished and quite your own statement. But you and Hedala are going to be my personal assistants when I'm on galactic duty for the New Empire. So I will give both of you a chance to coordinate your look. The Empress wants us to use pink and green if we can."

Reema said nothing to that, but thought: yuck. I really should speak to Her Majesty about that. "Master, why those colors?"

Ahsoka chuckled. "Not really your thing, huh?"

Reema shook her head. "Nothing personal. If the Empress wants to use those, then who I am to object?"

"Actually I think Valles had something to do with it."

At that moment, Ahsoka's com went off and a message appeared telling her that Valles had finally arrived on Felucia. She turned serious and looked at Reema. "Time for us to get ready. Valles has just got in. I need you to bathe and get dressed – you and Hedala. I have a couple of pink dresses for you two to wear."

Reema turned up her nose at the thought, but somehow managed to grin and bear it. "What will you be wearing, Master?"

"I will be in similar colors. You should see all the stuff I have now." Ahsoka laughed, feeling a bit more at ease with Reema, now that the young apprentice was seemingly being more cooperative. "I probably never need to wear the same thing twice."

"Yes, Master. We will be ready. Where should we meet you?"

"Come to my home. There will be a limo speeder to take us all into the new area, where Valles will be waiting."


Felucia, New Order Hotel, 1 ABY, 0 months, 0 days, 16 hours

Once Valles Santhé had got in to Felucia, via her private yacht Belladonna, which remained in low orbit, she wasted little time, as was her custom. Her luxury shuttle took her to a landing platform in the newer commercial area that was rising fast on the planet. She proceeded immediately to a newer hotel for more distinguished guests, one that featured all suites. These came three to a floor, and with the structure at a total of twenty-one stories, it was now the tallest building on the planet. Valles, of course, wanted the top floor. As she settled in, she had a few moments to herself. She made herself a drink with a type of Felucian gin, made from local berries, over ice, then stepped out onto the balcony and glanced around at the hive of activity going on all around her. Very good. The development is on schedule.

Valles then switched on her com device, punched in a few codes, then waited. Soon a holo image appeared of a distinguished-looking gentleman, who seemed pleased to hear from her.

"Valles, darling, how was your trip?"

"Lovely, my friend. Are you here now?"

"Yes. 17th floor. I can come up if you wish."

"That would be nice. I will be waiting."

Valles quickly changed clothes, from her silvery travel outfit into a more revealing gown of black satin that fit her quite well. Soon, her guest arrived and she greeted him at the door. He was an elegantly dressed individual, about 1.85 metres in height, with dark hair that matched hers. The two embraced for a tender moment, then she tugged on his necktie and led him into the main room where they kissed and cuddled for a more extended time.

"So, Valles," he said softly, "is everything on schedule?"

"Yes, dear. The old lady has put me in charge of the transition. Our interests will be well looked-after."

He smiled, then kissed her again. "We couldn't ask for a better outcome. With Palpatine out of the way, everything we've worked for will come true."

Valles put a finger to her lips, as if to caution him. "Tread lightly, Vas. The new empress is nobody's fool. The situation calls for careful cultivation."

Vas (short for Vaston-Rochét) nodded. "No one is better than you, my sweet Val. Do you have everything worked out for the meeting with her?"

"I do …" she muttered, then was silent, thinking to herself about something. It's been too long, my sweet. I hope you still remember …

The two of them continued to compare notes, then went off for a quick nap together, one that left her feeling quite refreshed. Vas then departed, agreeing to meet again with her on the Belladonna for another rendezvous after her meeting with Shaak.


Felucia, Conference Center, New Felucia complex, 1 ABY, 0 months, 0 days, 18 hours

Ahsoka arrived at the conference and office complex in the newly developed area of Felucia (which, as yet, was unnamed, but could clearly be seen as the hub of what would be the new capital of the planet), about 25 km from the Assembly Hall of the Order. She, along with Reema and Hedala, were all wearing pink silk dresses that were reasonably stylish and flattering, while Ahsoka's was a bit more adorned and the Princess had on a smaller crown this time. Driving Ahsoka's newly commissioned speeder limo and ferrying the three of them were Ahsoka's two Togruta maidens Kama and Rasa Muu'kah. They were up front, with Rasa, the older sister, driving. Both of the servants were in light blue dresses with lavender trim, in similar style to those of Reema and Hedala.

When they stopped, Kama helped everyone out while Rasa attended to the speeder. The five of them then walked into the center and were directed by staffers that Ahsoka assumed were Santhé-Sienar personnel. Soon they came to the room and were spotted by Valles, now wearing a black business suit with pink trim. Everybody's in pink, thought Reema, scoffing to herself, while Hedala was looking around the room interestedly, grateful for the chance to be seen as the Princess's personal assistant. Reema didn't know what to make of things, as she had never attended anything as formal as this in her short life so far. Valles quickly walked over to welcome them.

"Hello, Ahsoka … or should I say, your royal highness?" Valles chirped happily, as Ahsoka beamed.

Hedala curtsied and Reema quickly followed her lead. Ahsoka introduced both of them to Valles. "These are my personal assistants. Hedala is a Knight of the Order, and Padawan Reema soon will be joining her."

"Very nice," Valles said smoothly, while smiling. "I believe Miss Fardi and I met once before. But, Miss Andujah, this is a rare pleasure."

Reema felt a little nervous, not sure what to say to the great Valles Santhé. "Thank you, Madam," was all she managed.

Soon, the Empress arrived and all rose as she was escorted in. Shaak walked slowly, being chatted up by various conference participants, while others wanted to get their photo taken with her, as they considered it an historic occasion. Shaak was then seated on her raised dais, and smiled down graciously to everyone. Soon all were seated and awaiting her cue to open the proceedings. Everything was being recorded for later playback on the holo-vid network to be broadcast around the Galaxy. Valles explained to Shaak that the best thing for her new reign would be plenty of public exposure. "They'll love you, Shaak," she told her. "The beautiful Togruta. Strong and true, so inspirational."

"Good afternoon, everyone," Shaak said cheerfully. "We have much to show you this day. The final outline of our new administration is complete. I have reviewed it and am most pleased with the design."

The Empress turned to her loyal assistant, the Togruta acolyte named Muu'saama, who nodded and started the holo projector, which then displayed a three-dimensional chart of the Imperial Household. Shaak and Ahsoka and their immediate reports, which included the newly created posts for Minister of the Interior, and Minister of Defense, were listed. Upon seeing this, Mon Mothma realized that all military services and law enforcement agencies would be reporting directly to the Empress. How is this different from Palpatine? She wondered quietly. Shaak then took control of the display and enlarged one of the boxes, which then broke apart into sub-functions. The position of Chief of the Imperial Staff had direct organizational authority over all governmental departments, and this would be Valles Santhé, whom Shaak would soon formally appoint to this position.

The Chief of Staff would be the formal go-between for all governmental ministers and the Empress, who was always free to meet with anyone directly, thus bypassing the chain of command as she saw fit. But Mothma knew that the business of governing would be nearly impossible for a single individual – even one as gifted as Shaak – to control directly, thus the importance of the Chief's position. Each division of the government – the Ministries of Trade and Commerce, of Justice (actually part of the Interior), of Finance, and Citizen Services – was then shown separately, with many names already filled in. It seemed that Senatorial confirmation of the appointees would not be necessary at first, but was expected for any replacements. So Shaak and Valles would be filling out the organization chart as they saw fit. The Empress pointed out that her initial government would be representative of the various regions and species found in the Galaxy, and that she wanted to assure everyone that she was an Empress for all.

After that, it was time to display the plan for the other governmental branches. The new Legislature would consist of the Senate and the new lower House of Delegates. Proposed laws could originate in either body, and each body would be allowed to write its own rules for how legislation would be passed and sent to the Empress for her approval. At this point, there was no provision for overriding the Imperial veto. The Empress would also be naming all 25 members of the Galactic High Court, but these would require at least 50% of the Senate for confirmation. The Senate and House of Delegates would also be involved in crafting legislation to define the lower court structure, but the plan would require Imperial approval and Shaak made it clear there were certain bedrock requirements in order for any plan to meet with her approval. So it was plainly evident that the branches of the Imperial government would not exactly be equal. Left open at this time was any discussion of what authority either the legislative or the judicial branches had over the Empress, who seemed to have free rein.

Shaak then had some final remarks about the plan:

"Everyone – I want to make it clear that this outline is only a starting point, but one which I feel will be the best framework going forward. As things start to develop, I am certain that changes will need to be made. I am usually a flexible person and my desire is to get the best results. I want everyone in the Galaxy to understand that my government represents you, and that I am here to look after your interests. One very important principle of mine is that no one shall have their property taken from them by the government without due process of law, and, where applicable, such persons will be recompensed by the government. Another key principle is the notion of the presumption of innocence in all Galactic courts – a citizen is innocent unless proven guilty by the court. Finally, I want to assure everyone that for the most part, I as Empress will allow each individual world or sector to govern itself internally. There are some exceptions, however. Slavery will not be permitted anywhere in the Galaxy, and all disputes between worlds or sectors shall be adjudicated by Imperial courts. The Imperial military, in concert with the Ministry of the Interior, will maintain the peace and keep order. We see this as vital for a well-functioning society that protects the rights of every citizen."

At this point, Shaak was finished and decided she would not be taking any questions. As far as she was concerned, the plan just presented was a done deal. Valles, from her seat near to the Empress's throne, looked on the proceedings with pleasure, as she was now the one that would run things day to day. But even she would be delegating much authority to the various ministries, and to departments within these. She and Shaak had already gone over the workings of the Ministry of Finance together, agreeing that all of these matters would also be under more direct scrutiny. Valles considered herself at this time to be the richest private citizen of the Galaxy, while Shaak's own personal domains were quite extensive and now consisted of several planets in different sectors. Their personal business would be well taken care of.


Felucia, Imperial Palace, New Felucia complex, 1 ABY, 0 months, 0 days, 22 hours

Later that evening, Shaak, Valles, and Ahsoka met privately. Lady Santhé wanted them to inspect the progress being made on the new smaller palace being constructed for them on Felucia, while also presenting proposed designs for their new Imperial Palace on Coruscant. Shaak wanted the existing structure – where Palpatine had ruled and had once been the Jedi Temple – to be closed for the time being, with its future status unclear.

As they strolled leisurely around the new Felucian palace, Valles asked how they liked it.

"Very nice, so far," Ahsoka said softly. "I want it to be like that wonderful place of yours on Lianna. A place to relax and get away from the tension. Especially for Mother."

Valles nodded and smiled broadly. "Absolutely. Preserving Shaak's health is of paramount importance. She has so much responsibility now."

Shaak looked on to both her friends and smiled. "I couldn't do it without you, Valles." She opened her arms and Valles accepted a heartfelt hug from the Empress. "I don't want to be grabbing too much power, but for now, it may be necessary until we can stabilize things."

Valles nodded. "A wise course, my Empress. As we gain experience, it may be possible to start relaxing our grip, but we must go slowly. As you said, we do not want to return to the bad old days when crime and evil separatists wanted to carve out their own domains. The Empire should stay strong and keep its integrity."

Ahsoka noted, "I'm not sure how some of the other former Alliance leaders feel about what's going to take place. I'd feel better if their concerns were taken into account."

Both Shaak and Valles nodded in agreement, but nothing further was said on the matter. Ahsoka stayed quiet.

Valles turned to go, as she had other appointments to keep. "Let me know if there's anything you need, Shaak. Ahsoka, you will be going to Coruscant tomorrow, correct?"

Ahsoka nodded. "That's right."

"Well then, your temporary accommodation in Republika 1000 has been set up as the Princess's royal house until the new palace has been completed. Shaak, will you be staying with Ahsoka on Coruscant for the short term?"

Shaak shook her head. "I'm still working things out. But yes, I shall require my own royal house on the Capital for temporary use."

Valles then started to leave, but halted. "One more thing. I've already pre-commissioned a public opinion survey firm to do extensive and continuous polling of the Galaxy. We will be able to get rapid feedback about our efforts to govern. A pre-speech poll had shown wide approval of our new direction and high name recognition for you, Shaak, as well. The people have high hopes for your new government."

"I don't want to disappoint them, Valles. See that I don't," she said, somewhat darkly, with just a slight hint of the old Shaak.


Felucia orbit, aboard the Belladonna, 1 ABY, 0 months, 1 day, 0 hours

At around midnight, Valles returned to her "palace in the sky" – her private yacht Belladonna, where her paramour Vaston was quietly awaiting her, in her master suite. He had already changed into luxurious satin robes and had opened a bottle, a recent vintage of Corp-Sec sparkling wine, which was on ice. A hookah pipe with a bowl of the finest Spice awaited the lovers and a fragrant scent of incense was wafting through the air. As the Lady entered, she smiled at him, then disappeared into her dressing room and then reemerged in similar attire to his. Both of them wore black and red, and they smiled broadly as they embraced and shared a short kiss. The romantic tension in the room was thick, but there was no rush. Valles retrieved two flutes from the bar and presented them to Vaston, who filled them and they toasted.

"So … my Lady … it is done. I've seen the video. Our Empress is indeed a striking figure. She should be quite inspirational."

"Your idea about the PR campaign was nearly as inspirational. The new royals will soon be seen expressing their love of the people in various photo opportunities. I like how your mind works, dear … and that's not all …"

Valles snuggled up close to him and eased her body into his space, turned her head over her shoulder and shook it ever so slightly, causing a whiff of her fragrance to reach his nostrils. Vas put down his glass, then put both his hands on her shoulders, massaging them gently but firmly as she purred like a kitten.

"What is our next step?" He inquired gently, and then beckoned for her to join him at the Spice pipe. They sat down next to each other and took turns inhaling, savoring the rich taste and letting it penetrate their consciousness.

"I will be assisting the Crown Princess tomorrow on Coruscant. We want to get her settled in, along with her apprentices and maidens. She will be invaluable to us as the epitome of the kind and loving nature of our new regime."

Vas chuckled slightly, then leaned in to kiss Valles on the lips. "When will she start making appearances?"

"I've drawn up a list of 'worthy' organizations that she will promote. Miss Ahsoka is a lovely lady in her own right, wouldn't you say, dear?"

"Indeed I would. Togruta females are quite underrated."

After another kiss together, Valles sat back, took another puff on the hookah, scrunched up her face a bit, and then smiled.

"I just love these meetings. Half the fun is in the planning." Then she turned in the direction of the table where her champagne glass was sitting, then made a small motion with her wrist, causing the glass to float over to her, whereupon she took a deep gulp of the wine, finishing the contents. She then turned to him.

"Need a refill, darling?"

"I've got it." He made a similar motion and caused the bottle to come to him, whereupon he filled his glass. He then took her empty glass and filled it, then smoothly returned it to her.

"Let me ask you something, Val. Does your Togruta friend know you can do this?"

"I don't think so. I believe I gave her a convincing performance a while back, the first time I visited her cozy little shack in the woods."

He chuckled softly. "Very good, love."

The two of them sat together on the sofa for a few minutes, then they both eased into the master bedroom together, the discussion over.


Felucia, Ahsoka's home, 1 ABY, 0 months, 1 day, 8 hours

As Ahsoka arose the next morning, she called both Reema and Hedala to her side.

"As you know, ladies, we are going to the Capital today. We've got a full schedule once we get there."

"How would you like us to look?" Hedala asked.

"However you like, until we land," Ahsoka replied. "It's a ten hour flight, so you can change into dresses before we touch down."

"No pink, I hope." Reema's eyes looked hopeful. She was not fond of looking too feminine. Her desire was to be a warrior, but if she had to serve the Crown Princess for a while, it was better than most jobs.

"Not today," Ahsoka chuckled. "But you understand that pink and green are the royal colors for the Empress so there will be times."

Reema frowned but shook it off. "Are we going in your ship?"

"Yes, we are. They are building a special yacht for me, that we will use for most official appearances. But I will always treasure my Corvala Dawn. It's still as fast as anything in the Galaxy."

Hedala then asked, "Will we have any time for training? I was wondering what we will be doing most of the time. No offense, Master, the Princess gig seems a little boring."

Reema nodded and smiled at Hedala. At least someone gets it.

Ahsoka smiled. "Of course, we will. I'm not planning to spend a huge amount of time on Coruscant. Mother will decide that. But our new palace on Felucia is going to be nice and there will be training rooms there, plus we are always going to keep the original structures in place like the Assembly Hall and the bunkhouse. Master Shaak treasures them greatly."

She turned to Reema and gave her a quick smile. "Reema, I just want to say that I appreciate how hard you are trying. I think we got off to a rocky start and I apologize for my part in it."

"Thank you, Master. I wasn't very nice to you, either. Let's just put it behind us. I really want to become a Knight of the Order like Hedala."

"You'll make it, for sure," Hedala smiled at her as well, and extended her hand, which Reema clasped. The two women looked at each other for a couple of seconds.

"Thanks, Dala."

Soon, Rasa and Kama were there to take everyone to the landing pad where Corvala Dawn awaited them. R8-ND was ready and the droid was assisting the Togruta maidens in getting all the luggage on board. Both Reema and Hedala had several outfits they had picked out, but the dreaded pink dresses were part of it – should Empress Shaak show up and want them to attend a function. Once everyone was aboard, Ahsoka instructed her maidens on how to handle the ship and work with "Randy" (the pet name for R8-ND), and they lifted off a few minutes later.


In hyperspace traveling to Coruscant, 1 ABY, 0 months, 1 day, 10 hours

At the same time, Maris and Luke were boarding an Imperial shuttle that would take them to Coruscant as well. As the newly named Empress's Hand, Master Brood had several appointments with the top command of the Imperial Navy as she would be the chief liaison for the Empress and the military. Once she arrived at the Capital, they would be checking into the temporary royal housing, which would be used until Shaak's new palace had been constructed. Maris also expected to be meeting with Valles Santhé, who would be helping her become acquainted with her new duties and the various people involved. A quick check of the instruments and Maris took the ship up and punched in the hyperspace coordinates for Coruscant and they were on their way, a thirteen hour journey as this ship was no match for Corvala Dawn in the speed department.

Maris and Luke sat together in the lounge area of the shuttle. They had found some basic provisions on board and were consuming some rations and drinking bottles of water.

"So, Luke … have you ever been to Coruscant before?"

He thought about it and realized he had not. "Never."

"Then you're in for a treat. This place is like nowhere else – just a seemingly endless city, although, there are some breaks here and there. A few bodies of water and some small mountains. The poles are kind of nice, they say. I've not been up there yet myself. For the most part the climate is strictly controlled and about 25 billion people live on the planet all told."

"Sounds crowded. How does everybody fit?"

Maris laughed. "They go vertical. Everywhere you go, there are tall and taller buildings. Almost anyone with a successful career or important job lives at least 100 floors from the ground. They say the only people that have to go down there are the regular workers and quite a few droids. And there are many levels below ground as well. It seems like it's always night down on the ground in the built-up areas, because little sunlight gets down there."

"I know. Reema was telling me some stories about how she grew up down there. She says almost everyone from the underground is pale skinned."

"Yeah … she's quite fortunate to have gotten out of there. My own experience on Coruscant was when I was with the Jedi. I was Padawan to a master you likely never heard of, but he was a Zabrak like me. I had a small bunk room at the Jedi Temple. Hard to believe it then, but we were almost 500 metres above the ground."

Maris continued to entertain Luke with tales from the capital, then they took a nap for a few hours and eventually they were getting close to their destination. Luke, as directed, changed into the dress uniform of the Order that had been issued, showing his rank as Padawan second degree, while Maris put on her uniform dress which proudly showed her to be Master of the Order, first degree.

"Master, I see you like wearing a skirt more often these days."

She chuckled. "You noticed that. Well, the truth is, I'm starting to soften a little bit. The fact is, I'm a woman, and I don't mind showing it now. I've got a new level of confidence."

"I also see you are becoming close to my father."

She smiled. "I must be honest – I never would have believed that in the past. I despised him as Vader, he was pure evil. But now? As Anakin, I can feel a great man starting to emerge again. I want to do all I can to help him. He was a great warrior and many called him a friend. Ahsoka especially looked up to him."

"And how does he feel about you?"

"It's mutual. He really cares about me, something I've never had from anyone before, except Master Shaak, of course."

"So, are you two going to have a relationship … pardon my asking, I don't mean to pry."

Maris laughed. "I don't know, kid. I like him – he likes me. We are just going to take it slow. Right now, I'm most concerned about his recovery from the operations."

"How do you think he is doing?"

"As well as can be expected, I would say. I saw him yesterday before we left. He's breathing on his own now and they feel good about his neck bone situation, so he's been allowed to turn his head and raise the bed up a little. He mostly watches holo-vids all day."

"When do they think he might be able to walk again?"

"Maybe within a week his new legs will be ready, the arm even sooner. It's exciting, Anakin Skywalker returning to us, the people that care about him."

"How does he feel about that?"

Maris nodded decisively. "He seems happy about all of it. And most grateful – to all of us, but especially to Shaak. She didn't have to do any of this, but that's what kind of person she is."

Luke nodded. "I got a very warm feeling from her, the very first time I met her. And now she is the Empress of the Galaxy."

Maris sighed. "When I think about how far we've come – how far I've come – it gives me great pride. I remember how it all started, twenty years ago. Just Shaak and myself, escaping Coruscant, looking for somewhere to start over. Luke, this is my first time back since that day we left. It's a special feeling for me, too, to be coming back in triumph as a trusted assistant of Her Majesty."

Luke nodded to her. "I can only imagine what you are feeling. How about Master Shaak? Is it the first time back for her as well?"

"I'm not completely sure, but I believe it is. She will be coming along a little later than we are. They are busy preparing a place for her to use as a temporary palace."

"When does she move in to the new one?"

"I'm not sure. The new one will be huge – a million square metres – and likely beautiful. She wants it to be a symbol of hope for the people of the Galaxy. She's told me she wants to allow tours for people to come and see it. There will be many rooms and wings of the building to celebrate the various peoples of our galaxy. It's truly a dream she's had for a long time."

"I really look forward to seeing it."


In hyperspace traveling to Coruscant, 1 ABY, 0 months, 1 day, 18 hours

As the Corvala Dawn made its approach to land after orbiting Coruscant a couple of times, seeing the planet again after so many years gave Ahsoka some serious flashbacks. Yes … I'm really here. How long has it been? Can it be true? She realized that the last time she had seen it was over 20 years in the past, that unforgettable day when Barriss Offee had been found by Anakin and her confession saved Ahsoka's life from a guilty verdict and the death penalty. The day when Yoda, Mace, Plo, Kit, and the others – and Shaak too – realized that she had been unjustly accused and they were filled with contrition as they welcomed her back into the Jedi Order. The tears started to come as she remembered refusing the offer and walking away – away from the only home and "family" she had ever known, never to return. And since that day, she had been true to her word.

But now was not a time for tears. She stifled the urge and looked upward. Now, Ahsoka Tano was returning in triumph as the Crown Princess of the entire galaxy. Coruscant – and really all the rest – was now hers, and soon the happy, cheering multitudes would be there for her, and for the wonderful woman who had taken her in as her very own daughter, the amazing Shaak Ti. There was a new purpose in Ahsoka's life now. She had a new mission, to help make Shaak's dream of equal rights and justice under law for all the peoples of the Galaxy a reality. It was their time, their shot at making it come true. And soon, Ahsoka would be married, as well – and maybe, just maybe, there might soon be the pitter patter of little feet on the palace floor, as she and Tri'ku Je'har could now soon start a family.

As they landed, Hedala saw that Ahsoka was a touch sentimental over things.

"Master, are you all right? Seems like you were crying."

"I'll be fine," she perked up and gazed lovingly at the girl she had strove to protect all these years. But now a Force-sensitive child (like Hedala was at age four) could now be encouraged to develop her talent. And that was a good thing – at least so Ahsoka thought.

Reema, never one to be sentimental – it was not a currency that had much value where she came from – noted, quietly, "We're actually here."

"How does it feel, Reema?" Ahsoka asked, wanting to reach inside her new apprentice's thoughts.

But she wasn't ready for that, and simply replied, "I'm good."

Ahsoka nodded. "Okay."

Soon, Santhé-Sienar representatives were greeting them as they debarked from Corvala Dawn. A speeder limo arrived, and out stepped Valles Santhé herself, smiling from ear to ear.

"Welcome to Coruscant, your highness!"

Ahsoka, following Shaak's custom, extended her right hand, which Valles duly kissed, then curtsied before her. She took a look around and smiled.

"Seems about the same as it did the day I left," she noted. "But I suppose much can happen in twenty years."

"Indeed," Valles sighed softly. "I was just an impressionable teenager back then. But of course, I come here quite often. Rather difficult to be a top weapons supplier for the Empire and not put in regular appearances. But it has its rewards. There isn't a top eatery or private gala that I cannot get into in this town."

Ahsoka laughed, feeling at ease, the way Valles always made her feel. "Town? Rather a large one, wouldn't you say?"

Everyone laughed at that, even Reema.

"Well, ladies, if you please." Valles gestured in the direction of the limo, and everyone piled in.

As the speeder headed off to the temporary royal accommodations, Valles pointed out various Coruscanti landmarks below. They also passed over a large, newly-cleared area.

"Below you see the area that we have picked out to be your new home in the Capital when you and your mother are amongst us. When everything is complete, you shall have a palace worthy of the Empress, not a converted Jedi Temple."

Valles laughed as she said those last two words.

Ahsoka then inquired, "So what will happen to the former Temple? I understand Palpatine made it into his palace."

"It is to be closed until the Empress decides what she wants to do with it. Nearly all of the former Emperor's effects are being tagged and boxed up for storage at the current time."

"So what is to become of his former majesty?"

"Currently he is convalescing in a home on Avalonia. His days are mostly peaceful and his every whim is seen to, per orders of Her Majesty. But I have no idea at present about what her ultimate plans are for him."

"Very interesting … and so typical of Mother. I've often wondered what actually happened to him that day on Hoth. Mother came at him with a Force vortex and then shone like a star for a few seconds, then he went down like a sack of potatoes. Maris and I were aiming current at him, but he was starting to wear us down. I don't know how much longer we could have held out."

Valles smiled, then looked Ahsoka in the eye. "Good thing you didn't have to find out."

Ahsoka nodded, then sighed. "What's done is done."

Hedala was listening as Reema quietly pointed out landmarks she knew below as they sped on. Eventually they came to the most upscale living area on the entire planet, an exquisitely designed series of towers and their surroundings, which included large gardens, all over 500 metres above the surface below. Everything was inter-connected and the limo reached the Republika block, where their destination was located. The limo alighted atop a platform which then lifted them some 200 metres up and then they got out and walked inside the lobby. Ahsoka and her party were then escorted to their private apartments, about 2000 square metres of space, with several bedroom suites available. The two most exquisite were already set aside for Shaak and Ahsoka respectively. Hedala and Reema also each got beautiful three-room suites that had beautiful views of the city, which of course went on seemingly forever, in all directions. Ahsoka's maidens made do with a shared suite adjacent to their mistress, the Crown Princess.

"We do hope everything meets with your expectations, my lady," Valles said, as everyone was seemingly quite impressed with the preparations that had been made on their behalf.

"It's wonderful," Ahsoka gushed. It seemed the life of the Crown Princess was something she could grow to enjoy, but a little voice inside told her to beware. Not all is as it seems.

Valles then showed Ahsoka into her suite personally, taking care to show her the wardrobes picked out just for her, containing fabulous robes, gowns, dresses, and other beautiful outfits that were suited for someone in Ahsoka's new position. Ahsoka sighed inwardly as she realized how well Valles knew her personal tastes. She's always so thoughtful. I know she has likely worked very diligently to get all of this done right for us.

"So, my Princess," Valles said softly. "May we sit down for a bit? Perhaps share a drink or something?"

Ahsoka nodded. "Just something refreshing for me, please. I'm not ready to completely relax … just yet."

"Quite understandable. But, my lady, I was wondering. When is your mother expected to be here?"

Ahsoka then realized that Shaak had not shared this detail with her.

"I think she's got more to do back home before she is ready. I know she is wanting a full coronation ceremony and she intends to give a speech meant for the whole galaxy to see how serious she is about promoting justice for all. But she has not given me a timetable."

Valles nodded. "Does she understand the need to not wait too long? Her initial start has raised hopes everywhere. She has to keep the momentum going."

Ahsoka nodded. "I understand, Valles. And you are probably correct. But I don't know much about all this political stuff. Maybe you could give me some instruction? As long as you're not too busy, of course."

Valles laughed. "Ahsoka, you don't know me very well – I'm always busy! But yes, I'd love to explain some of these basic ideas to you. I'm sure you will grasp them. You seem quite intelligent and thoughtful."

Ahsoka nodded, then smiled at her friend, then thought. Too bad Padmé isn't here.

(to be continued …)