Chapter 22. A Prince is Born

When Caseopeia reached her 8th month Donovan returned to the Arquillion home world to be with her when the baby was born. She went into labor at 9pm and the baby was born 7am the next morning. They named him Tristan Sathar Leer Prince of the Arquillions and heir to the Arquillion throne. As Caseopeia sat in her chair breastfeeding the baby Donovan watched with a smile on his face.

"What?" She asked looking up.

"You are so beautiful-I am a lucky man."

"I am a lucky woman."

Becoming a father changed Donovan in many ways. Conquering the galaxy and fulfilling his destiny seemed less important than before. He thought back to his days as Kyp Durron's apprentice and the lessons he tried to teach him. As he thought about the day he left the order, Donovan started to cry as he realized what Kyp was trying to teach him.

"You have been-melancholy for the past few weeks." She said lying next to him in their bed.

"Have I?" He sighed, "I have been thinking about my former master as of late."

"You mean Kyp Durron?"

"Yes-I just realized what he was trying to teach me-and I think I have you and my son to thank for that." They were lying facing each other with Tristan in between them. "I was thinking about Tristan and the war-Maybe we should sue for peace."

"Why? You don't believe we can win?"

"No its not that-I-I feel its the right thing to do-I am not saying surrender the planets and systems we have taken-I-I just don't want our son growing up in a war."

"What about our allies, the Ssii Ruuk and Terroth?"

"I can convince my friend and as for the Ssii Ruuk-We can always give them human clones for their experiments."

Caseopeia sighed, "I will admit that the war hasn't gone as I hoped and I too don't want our son to grow up in a war with his father gone for many years."

Donovan smiled, "So we are in agreement then?" She nodded, "The Galaxy could have been ours." Caseopeia and the baby fell asleep, but Donovan was up much longer, because he had the Alliance by the throat, but somehow the Muuns were able to free themselves from Arquillion occupation and his generals were still trying to figure out how the Alliance did it.

"This is Emperor Donovan Leers to all forces fighting the Galactic Alliance-In the name of my wife the Emporess Caseopeia I order you to stand down-All forward positions are to be held but no further aggression against the Alliance is to be taken unless I or the Emporess commands it."

They met with the Clan Lords, Generals, Commanders, and Colonels of the Arquillion fleet. Many of them were upset for stopping the attacks. They held session for the next two months on how to approach the Alliance for peace.

Korriban

"Move your feet!" Darth Khaun said to Nom Anor as he dueled Greelock. Khaun watched as the Yuuzhan Vong jumped into a back flip and pushed off the wall flying at the Ugnaught apprentice like a torpedo. Greelock rolled under him as he flew overhead, then he jumped at Nom Anor lightsaber held high. When Anor landed and turned to face the Ugnaught, Greelock was coming at him. He blocked and after five moves Greelock disarmed him.

"Dead again infiltrator! I don't see how your kind killed so many Jedi-If you had faced the sith in battle your people would be nothing more than a memory."

"And you would be wrong apprentice!" Khaun said joining them. "The reason Nom Anor's people confounded the Jedi is because they had never met a being who wasn't touched by the force."

"Excuse me master-Mistress Traya demands that you make contact with her." HK-50 said standing on the ramp of their ship.

Khaun entered his private mediation room aboard the Reaver. He knelt down on the holo-pad, "Master-What is thy bidding?"

A life size hologram of Traya stood before him, "The child I have been waiting for is born-It is time Lord Khaun-All shall be done as you command." He replied bowing.

"Soon Prince Tristan shall be mine!"