AN: So now we proceed and this part of the story will slightly parallel the same timeline in Ahsoka and the Rebellion. That story will receive some slight modifications to fit with this narrative and make it more seamless.

Chapter 32: For the Galaxy

Malachor, Chorlian Sector, NE Outer Rim, 2 BBY, 0 months, 2 days

"Then you will die."

Those were the last words Ahsoka heard Vader – or was it really Anakin at this point? – speak to her. The full-on battle between them was underway at this point, and the first thing Ahsoka realized was the seeming desperation he showed. It was as if he was really fighting himself at this point. She mostly parried and used her quickness to stay out of range. When he lunged at her, she used slight Force motions to throw him off balance. It became clear that, if she had wanted to, she could take advantage and further compromise his already damaged breathing apparatus.

But she didn't have any intention of doing that. Anakin, I won't be the one to kill you. I couldn't live with myself. If these thoughts were reaching him, Vader gave no indication. He continued to slash away as Ahsoka toyed with him, but then, the Temple became very unstable as Ezra had taken the holocron with him while boarding the Phantom with Kanan. Ahsoka looked up and saw the roof overhead starting to crack, and knew that soon both of them would be buried in rubble.

She instinctively stabbed both her sabres into the floor, causing it to collapse. As it gave way, both she and Vader were pulled down into the sliding mass of rock and were carried away. Then a loud boom could be heard as the Temple structure detonated, sending a plume of fire and debris skyward. Both Ahsoka and Vader were knocked unconscious by the blast but were still relatively unharmed.

About an hour or so later, Ahsoka regained consciousness and lifted her head up to look around. All she saw were broken rocks and various debris. There was no sign of Vader.

"Anakin?" she called out.

There was no response. She made her way out of the rubble and soon found a TIEv1 ship that had belonged to Seventh Sister. I do hope you survived, but now I have to get out of here.

-)) AN: this is where the events of Ahsoka and the Rebellion begin. Her story continues there.

About a half-hour later, Vader had also regained consciousness and rose up. Not seeing any sign of Ahsoka, he realized he was in rough shape and would soon need assistance. His breathing was labored, and his exposed face partially covered with soot. Using the Force, he was able to levitate some of the heavier pieces of rock and debris off of his body, freeing his legs. Getting to his feet, he soon realized that even walking was going to be a chore. The first thing he thought of was to find his TIEx1 ship and to see if it could function. After limping a short distance, Vader could see the ship and it appeared to be undamaged. Laboriously, he slowly made his way over to it and was able to get it open and levitate himself into the pilot's seat. Checking the system, he ran a pre-liftoff sequence. Thankfully, it was successful. The ship was in good shape. But before leaving the surface, Vader sent a coded message to a particular recipient. Lady Santhé … in need of medical assistance. Will meet you on Lianna in three hours. Please keep this strictly confidential. Will see you soon. Lord Vader.

Lianna City, Veterans Hospital, 2 BBY, 0 months, 1 day

After receiving the message, Valles swung into action. She called the hospital and told them a "special patient" would be arriving soon and he was to be given priority treatment per her direct orders. Then she checked the time, awaiting Vader's ETA at the tower near her office. When the ship arrived, Vader thanked himself for making her his ally, especially now, in his time of need. The last thing he wanted was for the Emperor to learn of the situation and for him to have to find some kind of explanation. Better to lay low on a planet like Lianna where strict secrecy would see to it that he was able to recover in private. As the TIEx1 docked, Valles had changed into her tight black satin catsuit, with a dark cloak over her shoulders that flashed red as it moved. Her lightsabre was attached to her belt and concealed by the cloak.

It was a relatively quiet night on Lianna in the City and as Valles walked onto the platform and saw the ship, she noticed that Vader was in very bad condition. Oh, dear … she scanned the scene and saw that he was trapped inside. She quickly activated her lightsabre and carefully cut away a portion of the canopy and extracted the unconscious form of the Dark Lord from the ship by levitation. While he lay motionless and suspended in air 215 stories above the city streets below, Valles scanned his vitals carefully. He's barely breathing but still alive. She switched on her com and spoke.

"I need you up here immediately. Bring a repulsor bench."

A few minutes later, a hovercraft then appeared just over the surface of the landing platform. Two men, also dressed in black, emerged and the bench then floated outside the craft. Valles then directed Vader's body onto the bench and the men directed it back into the hovercraft. Valles then boarded the craft with them, then gave her orders.

"Veteran's hospital, 15th level. Santhé Corp suite."

"Yes, milady," they answered quickly.

The craft then pushed away from the Santhé Tower and descended below to join the speeder traffic, still reasonably busy even after midnight. Five minutes more and they had reached the hospital, landing on the special platform for the entrance used by Corporation upper management. As they entered the building, Vader's bench carefully followed. Valles was provided a repulsor chair and followed as the body passed through the dimly lit corridors of this special area in the building, eventually arriving at the operating room, where everything had been set up.

After he was placed on his back on the operating table, the doctors removed what was left of his helmet and attached a new breathing tube which pumped cool moist air into his lungs, which quickly reflated. Valles, dressed now in protective gear, with her face masked, keenly observed the proceedings.

"Looks like we got to him just in time," the leader of the team announced.

"Can you save him?" Valles asked, anxiously.

"We should be able to, milady. It seems he's inhaled quite of bit of dust and smoke. It's going to take a few hours to clear it. We'll know more in the morning."

"Very well. I'll be in my suite. Contact me in about six hours."

"Yes, milady."

With that, Valles left the OR and shed her PPE and donned her cloak. She then mounted her repulsor chair and flew down the halls to a lift that took her up to the 25th level. As she emerged, her chair took her down a corridor to a special entrance with a door framed in gold. She waved her hand and the portal opened. Valles then dismounted from her chair after she entered the suite, which was five rooms for her own personal use when she had to stay at the hospital. She quickly changed out of her clothes and found a nightgown, then flopped onto the bed and quickly went to sleep.

As Vader lay unconscious in the OR, his mind drifted off to deeper thoughts. Thank you, Ahsoka, my apprentice. You saved my life.

Coruscant, the Imperial Palace, 1 BBY, 11 months, 27 days

Empress Su signaled her two apprentices to come to her on the Dark Ship. They appeared almost instantaneously as she teleported them to her.

"My children, I am going to take care of something and will return in about one standard hour. We shall have some things to discuss at that time."

"Yes, mama, we will await you," Magnifica said obediently, her head snapping forward. Lizza simply smiled and nodded.

The Dark Ship had now come within about 100,000 km from Coruscant and Su concentrated carefully, then transferred herself to the Imperial Palace. Palpatine was alone at this time, meditating on various subjects, when suddenly a form appeared in front of him, one of a tall female figure, seemingly human but it was not easily discernable. She was covered in a gleaming white gown and had shimmering white hair that descended behind her to the floor and with an extent of another three metres. As she stood there, smiling, her gown rippled here and there, giving off multi-colored hues of light that illuminated the mostly dark room that the Emperor was in.

Not sure exactly what he was dealing with, he spoke in a scratchy tone.

"Who … are you? Why are you here?"

The Empress smiled and said nothing, preferring to wait.

At this point, Palpatine was sure he was seeing things, and wondered exactly why. She stared at his ravaged face, covered with scars and wrinkles, then, after what seemed an eternity to him, she spoke.

"Good evening, sir. It is I, Madam Su. Empress and Protector of Group 17 and the other twelve groups of galaxies of the Eastern Flank."

He was convinced this had to be a dream.

"Madam Su … I don't know you. Why are you here?"

"Sheev Palpatine … you've had a good run, but it's about to end."

"What are you talking about? Who will end it? Surely not you …"

With that, he stuck out both palms and launched a 100-kW blast at her. Unmoved, and still smiling, Su calmly lifted her left hand and drew all of the energy from him. He tried to increase the wattage, but to no avail. Then she redirected the current back into him and he felt a level of heat and intensity he had never known before. The Emperor had little choice but to cease, which he did, fearing that she would soon incinerate him.

"Do we understand each other now?" Su smirked.

"What do you want from me?"

"Nothing ... other than your attention."

"You surely have it, madam," Palpatine, thankful for her forbearance, replied in his usual gritty tone.

"Good. The experiment with this galaxy is about over, and Group 17 will be getting new management. Am I clear?"

Palpatine found himself in an unfamiliar position. He could never recall such a moment, when he was forced to submit to anyone. Even in his younger days when he had been the apprentice of Hego Damask – Darth Plagueis – he'd had a level of respect for his master but always lay in wait for the opportunity to take him down. But this time, he was faced with an opponent that he scarcely knew even existed, let alone what her strengths and weaknesses – if there were any – were. He knew to respect someone like this, if only that he might learn from her.

"Most clear, your majesty," he sputtered out. "But what is Group 17?"

Su smiled, "I'm surprised that someone like you would not be aware of the immediate surroundings of your own domain, Emperor Palpatine …" She said his title and name in a deliberate way that was not mocking, but nonetheless seemed somewhat dismissive. She then continued.

"The Guides have subdivided this section of the known universe into 410 galactic groupings. Yours falls in the seventeenth such. This is the primary galaxy of the group. Considering your desire for power and control, I would expect you to at least be familiar with the rest of the group, but no matter. Your replacement will be given proper guidance."

"Replacement?" Palpatine scratched his head for a second. Whom could she be referring to? Vader? Hardly. Perhaps …

"Enjoy your remaining time."

"How long might I have, your majesty?"

Su chuckled. "That depends … but the moment will arrive, perhaps sooner than you think."

"Will I know?"

"You will. That is all. Good day to you, Emperor Palpatine."

With that, the apparition – or was that all it was? – disappeared.

Palpatine, now fully alert, had much to ponder. He wanted to dismiss this incident as merely a bad dream, but then noticed something. Where the lady, Madam Su, had stood, was now a tiny white pyramidal object. He started to get up and walk over to retrieve it, but it flew into his hand before he could. Examining the object and its seemingly pure form and material, he found it most unique, almost perfect. Is this some kind of holocron?

He decided to put the object aside for a while, as he further thought about the idea of a replacement. Maybe it was someone he'd never known, someone from outside the Galaxy, as this "Madam Su" seemed to be. How could she simply appear and disappear? Matter transfer – scientists in the Galaxy had never learned the secret behind that, but clearly others in the universe had. Ah, the Universe. Now this was something to think about. Yes, of course, there were other galaxies in the local group, but who had explored them?

So much yet I still don't know. And what about her level of power? She took what should have been a fatal electric blast like it was no more than a spring breeze on Naboo. And then returned it with considerably greater force. I want to work with her, not fight her. Perhaps she could change her mind and grant me additional powers. But what does she want? She said the "experiment" was over. And who are the Guides?

It was really a lot to take in, and the Emperor decided to put it aside for the time being. Time to consult with Lady Santhé regarding the progress with the Project. And where, by the Force, was Vader?

Felucia, Shaak's home, 1 BBY, 11 months, 2 days

One still, yet warm, Felucian night, Varda had asked Shaak for a meeting and the master granted the request. As the older woman appeared at Shaak's open door, the Togruta waved her in.

"Good evening, my friend. I can see something troubles you."

Varda nodded as she moved slowly, coming inside to take a seat.

"Shaak, I can barely begin to thank you for everything you have done for me all these years. Truly, it was like I was born again. When you and I first met twelve years ago on Nechako, I was truly concerned about how you would see me, but it wasn't long before I realized what a kindly and wise person you had become."

Shaak smiled. "I appreciate that … but I discern from your tone …"

Varda shook her head slowly. "I had to say it. You … and Maris both, gave me so many things to be grateful for. Helping to train the acolytes. And guiding Maris as she has matured into a powerful and yet compassionate individual. These things helped me to grow as well, and to see how much more my life could be. A person is only as old as she wants to be, but I feel young in so many ways."

Shaak chuckled softly, as if she understood all too well. "Might I get you something, my friend?"

"Some of that cool tea, perhaps?"

"Coming up." Shaak went to her cooler and pulled out a pitcher, then poured two stone cups of the brew, then put away the pitcher and brought Varda her serving and sat down. They both drank a swig, and Varda turned to gaze across at Shaak who then sat down again. For a few seconds, both women were quiet. Shaak could sense what Varda was about to say, and waited patiently.

"Oh, Shaak …" she started. "I have to leave you. And I know … I don't want to … but it's about my friends on Yemer. The Siluan community there is in grave danger from the Empire."

"I see," the Togruta replied softly. "Might we be able to help?"

"Oh, I suppose you could, but I feel this is something I need to accomplish on my own. I owe these people a lot. And I am sure I can help them to find a new place to settle on the Outer Rim."

Shaak sat back and thought about this for a bit. "Well, Varda, I can respect that. In the time we've been together, I've seen a reawakening of the Force in you. You will be a valued part of their community and I wish you and them well. Just know that if you ever need me, all you have to do is send word. But I can tell you that Maris is going to miss you greatly."

Varda nodded. "Oh, I know, and we have already discussed this. I'd never seen her cry before … but she pulled herself together."

Shaak nodded as well. "Maris is stronger than even she knows now. And you've been such a big part of that. That girl is like a daughter to me, and she has become a woman now. But I have a surprise for her that will take place soon. Ahsoka Tano is going to join us."

"Oh, really? I think that will be great. Ahsoka will be so lucky to have you. I think she and Maris will come to respect each other. As you know, I am quite fond of her myself." Varda drank some more tea, then asked, "so what's the latest on Palpatine and the Imperials?"

Shaak chuckled again. "I can sense something different in him. I can't put my finger on it, but there's been a change. It's like something has shaken him somehow, but what, I have little clue."

"Hmm," Varda laughed softly. "If I know one thing, I know you will eventually figure it out. I've never really known anyone as intelligent as you, Master Shaak. And I also now feel the rebellion is going to win, someday – and you will be the reason. Adding a young talent like Ahsoka to you and Maris is a fabulous idea. Your power will take her to new heights."

"You are right, of course," Shaak said evenly. "But tell me this, what do you make of this Valles Santhé? She is an enigma to me. Clearly she is rather clever and very ambitious."

"She is, clearly. But I wonder how loyal she really is to the Empire in the end. I get the feeling she cares far more about her own goals despite her posturing. People like her don't settle for supporting roles."

"No," Shaak nodded again. "They certainly do not, despite Palpatine making her a trusted confidant."

"Right. So, Shaak, have you made any progress on how Palpatine might be taken down?"

"My studies continue. Those Sith holocrons I recovered on Malachor haven't been much help in that area, but they certainly have given me plenty of insight into how the Sith mindset works – in greater detail than I've had before."

"But they don't offer clues into Palpatine?"

"Not really. This material is likely millennia old and could not have predicted his later existence, but remember when I shared my earlier visit to Malachor with you and Maris. Darth Traya – or at least her Force Spirit – told me I would replace the current emperor, whom she referred to as an imposter. She closed by addressing me as Dark Empress."

Varda paused a moment. "Shaak, I remember our discussion on this, almost five years ago. But I never got to ask you this question – do you see yourself in such a role? I mean, you expressed sentiment then that if the Empire were to be overthrown, a New Republic would likely run into the same pitfalls as the earlier version. Am I correct that is your current thinking as well?"

Shaak chuckled. "You are indeed, my good friend. A republic for the entire galaxy would be almost unworkable, given the current state of things. If we were to somehow remove Palpatine – even theoretically – the vast Imperial bureaucracy would remain. Could I handle the job of Empress? I don't know. I haven't given it much thought, but it is an important question. I'll tell you this much, I don't have much confidence that the other rebel leaders – Organa, Mothma, Bel-Iblis, and the like – would have the stomach to whip things into shape. The level of planning necessary here is truly beyond any of us … but there is someone that might be able to pull it off."

Varda smiled, "and whom might that be … wait ... you're not referring to our Liannese friend?"

Shaak openly laughed at this. "Oh, Varda, I will truly miss you. You're a wise old sort and a great counselor for me. Yes, it is Valles Santhé that I am referring to. I've come to realize that she most likely has to be Force-sensitive to do what she does, though I cannot prove it, yet. But after our first meeting two years ago, we've had a few follow-ups, as I indicated we would."

"So how did those go?"

"Quite well. We've even met on Lianna, though not in her office. She ferried me out to a more rural area of the planet and a lovely estate she has on a lake. We shared some beverages together and she even showed me her abilities in the kitchen. Quite remarkable, really. The people of Lianna see her as a queen although her formal title is Grand Duchess. She certainly has the common touch and is unfailingly polite. I rather like her, although I was prepared not to."

"What do you suppose she wants from you?"

"I'm still working that out. The lady is quite calculating, the Force tells me, but adept at not being too obvious about it. She asked a few personal questions, but these were more along the lines of my own health and well-being. Clearly, I fit into her plans somehow, but I don't yet have an understanding of that."

"Shaak, you've told me that Palpatine seems to trust her and so does Vader. Could it be that she is attempting to probe their weak spots?"

"It could indeed, but that would mean she is far more adept with the Force than I can tell – but then she would have to be a master at covering it up."

"I recall you telling me about your research into her grandfather, do you think he was Force-adept?"

"Yes, Varda, I do. Considering the crowd he ran with – Plagueis, Sifo-Dyas, Dooku – I think that he might well have been part of the planning around Kamino and the overthrow of the Republic."

"So …" Varda began, thoughtfully, "it would seem his abilities passed down to her, then?"

"It's a distinct possibility."

"But … he couldn't have been in the Jedi. So, it means he was a Dark Side entity."

"Master Yoda would certainly see him that way, but I take a more nuanced view. From my studies, I've come to realize that there are entities I can only describe as "gray" … in that they oscillate between the Light and Dark sides. A gray Force-adept would have personal goals but still believe he or she was acting for the benefit of others and the Galaxy as a whole."

Varda sighed. "You could be onto something, Shaak. You know as well as I do that Jedi teachings basically forbid such notions. We were not to stray and one way of enforcing that dogma was strict adherence to the ideals – the Jedi Code, the Jedi Way."

Shaak chuckled again. "Exactly. But the Jedi, as we knew them, are no more. Yet it's the Santhé organization which is thriving at present and it's due to the efforts of one woman. And quite a woman she is."

It was Varda's turn to chuckle. "I get the feeling you admire her to a degree."

"I guess I do. It's hard not to, in the sense that she is doing quite a bit of good in many ways. Lianna is a beautiful world, one that is in ecological harmony to a degree that I've rarely seen. It reminds me a bit of Alderaan, but without the picturesque scenery. But there seems to be no lower class, no poverty on the planet. Everyone has a job and most are well-paid, with plenty of time off to enjoy life. And this attitude is now extending to the other worlds that she has taken under her wing."

Varda smiled for a second, then asked, "How can this be possible? I mean, for the most part in the Galaxy, greed rules. The crime syndicates, the dirty industrial worlds like Brentaal and Corellia, where people are almost slaves and there are few chances at betterment – unless you join a syndicate, which the more ambitious people seem to do."

"Exactly. How else do the likes of Black Sun operate as efficiently as they do? But Valles's world seems to stand that model on its head, and at the same time, she operates in full cooperation with the Empire."

"I guess," Varda sighed, "there is more to her than what she wants people to see. As ambitious as she is, there is likely a ruthless side to her, and if she is Force-adept, that makes her most formidable. I think that is why Palpatine likes her."

Shaak laughed again, and stood up, as Varda then did the same. "Well, we're not going to settle this tonight. But Varda, as you know, I will miss you greatly. I cannot imagine our organization being where it is without you, but we will manage. I wish you all the best, and please give Ava Gerges my best wishes and I do hope you can help those good people."

"I will, Shaak. And we'll keep in touch. Maybe someday I can return. I told Maris much the same."

"Would you like a send-off, perhaps a going-away party or something?"

"I don't think so, Shaak. That would likely be too emotional for me – and for you. Your dignity is important to me, my dear friend. The acolytes shouldn't see you cry …"

Shaak laughed again. "Oh, perhaps you are right. Goodbye, for now, Varda Wahi."

Shaak watched her walk away, then realized the moment was affecting her more than she thought it would. So long, my good friend. I have learned much from you, and it has made me a better leader. It is time now to start putting it together.

Lianna, Valles's Suburban palace, 1 BBY 10 months, 26 days

Valles awoke early after a long slumber in her suburban palace that she had named "Santhia" (SAHN-tee-uh), her favorite due to its location and the lovely décor she had carefully picked out over the years. She pulled on a cuddly robe over her nightgown and rang her staff to bring her breakfast to the sitting room overlooking the garden below. As the meal arrived, she pulled out her com and rang up a friend.

"Good morning, Ry. I need you to join me. I'm at Santhia, in my suite. You'll know how to find me … oh, not to worry, I'm just getting up, perhaps you can share some breakfast with me if you like … Yes? Good, see you soon."

Ry fussed over which dress to wear, even though Valles said not to worry. Lady Kyver knew better than that and how much emphasis Valles placed on form. She pulled on a cheery yellow satin dress with short puff sleeves and lace trim, with matching shoes of yellow and white. Then, an elegant hat to finish the look. I'm a countess, after all … Ry chuckled, while admiring herself in the mirror.

Her speeder was waiting for her at the front entrance of her country estate – a former Santhé palace that she had renamed Kiveria. As she jumped in, the trip over to Valles's place took about twenty minutes as her speeder was a top-of-the-line model capable of speeds up to 150 km per hour. When she arrived, the palace staff greeted her and showed her up to the fifth floor, which was Valles's private area, an expanse of over forty rooms. Ry chuckled as she got off the lift and walked alone to where the queen was waiting for her. A lavish spread of tasty treats awaited her and Valles smiled broadly as her now good friend entered.

"So nice to see you, my dear, and how lovely. That shade is simply perfect for you."

Valles stood and the two embraced, sharing hugs and quick kisses.

"What can I do for you, My Lady?"

"For one thing, my dear, I'd like to gift you a suite of about thirty rooms in the urban palace. It will be an ideal place for you to relax when you're carrying out Santhé Corp business in the City. We have much to work on ... and are you satisfied with your compensation package, my dear?"

"I should say so, Valles. I mean, 150 million credits a year. I use much of it for upkeep and entertaining, as you've already provided a very generous wardrobe allowance. A countess has to keep up appearances," Ry laughed happily.

"Well, as usual, you are too modest my dear, but these are flush times for the organization. I'm going to double that amount for you, effective the next accounting period."

"Thank you, milady. I greatly appreciate it …"

Valles sat down again and looked out the window. "When you consider that fine city homes are going for almost 100 million nowadays, I want you to be in good standing on the planet. Ry, I've come to greatly appreciate all you have done for me. The lab work you do is simply superb. The Imperial bureaucrats were astounded to think we could create a synthetic version of doonium and now the Project will finish two years ahead of an already ambitious schedule. I'm smelling like a rose to them, and much of it is due to you."

Ry blushed, at least to the extent that her darker complexion could show, and again silently thanked the luck that had brought her together with Valles over ten years earlier. I had no idea life could be this good …

"Valles, if I may ask, how is the sector consolidation working thus far?"

"Very well, all things considered, my dear Countess. Many of them can see the benefits of the Santhé umbrella, as it were," she chuckled, feeling pleased with herself and choice of words.

"I should think so. Your star has certainly risen in the Empire and even Palpatine is sweet on you – so it seems. I recall my days with him when I was Minister of Agriculture. We haven't talked about that much, but he knew of my ability in the genetics area and wanted to find a way to enhance his midichlorians, but I was never able to make it work, until, of course, I worked with you."

Valles laughed loudly, and gave a smirk, clearly enjoying herself. Times with Ry had become special to her and she loved the banter between them. She then raised her arms to stretch as her robe opened slightly, showing a bit of her elegant gown inside. Ry simply smiled, happy for this relationship with the queen, something the others in the peerage would most likely dearly love to have.

"Our Emperor lacks imagination when it comes to personnel motivation," Valles stated plainly. "Fear only goes so far, and often fails to gain the desired result. But I will say this much for Sheev … he has a certain brilliance about him, and he's as cunning as they come."

Ry could only nod, remembering her own experiences with Palpatine over a decade earlier, with Vader breathing down her neck and desperately hoping she would fail.

"Say," she interjected, "how goes things with Vader, anyway? I knew he was sweet on you, too, hmm?"

"Oh, yes. I rather feel for him. He's been put in an untenable position. Essentially a no-win situation. Tasked with being an enforcer and rarely praised when he does the job well. And he's mostly in unbearable pain. On our second meeting, it became quite clear to me and I decided to take steps to gain his confidence by easing that pain. At first, I'm sure he had no idea that I was even doing anything, but eventually we reached an understanding."

"And what exactly was that…understanding, if you don't mind my asking?"

"That we will help each other, so long as we are honest with each other. I'm not sure that you knew this, but his real name is Anakin Skywalker."

Ry laughed. "I didn't before, but I learned about it a couple of years ago."

"No matter. Well, anyway, I think we're going to be working more closely for a while, at least until the Project is complete."

"That's fine with me, Valles. I enjoy spending time with you, I always learn so much."

"Very good. So, what I want you to do is to make regular visits to Scarif and assess for yourself the progress on the station. I'll grant you full authority to see anything you want and Orson Krennic will report directly to you. Ry, I'm giving you this job because I know you are very good at seeing through people when they might be shading the truth. The nature of this project is that there is much at stake and if something doesn't go well – for whatever reason – there will tend to be finger-pointing and blame shifting. I need up-to-date accurate information. Krennic is a smart fellow, but I have to know whether he can be trusted. I want you to start on this work within the next two rotations. Don't worry, the word will be passed that you carry my direct imprimatur. Do you have any questions or concerns?"

"I think I'm good, Valles. I appreciate you putting your trust in me. I won't let you down."

"I know you won't," Valles's voice dropped an octave as she stared directly at Ry, who gave her a knowing smile. Whatever is necessary, then.

Felucia, Maris's home, 1 BBY 10 months, 25 days, 7 hours

Maris was still lying in bed as the sun rose on a typical Felucian morning. Normally, she'd already be up and about, enjoying the coolest part of the day, maybe to wrangle some game for a shared meal – only there wasn't anyone to share it with. What's the point? I miss her so much already. She sighed as she pulled on her boots and went outside to stretch and get ready for another day.

Her rancor friends could tell something was wrong, and an older female named Quee-Chee stopped to converse with her, giving a couple of low growls and quick chirps. Maris looked up at the rancor and gave her a tight grin.

"A friend of mine is leaving today. You of course know Varda."

Quee-Chee gave another low growl, followed by a couple of short barks.

"Yes, I'm going to miss her greatly. But life goes on, right?"

The rancor basically sighed, at least, in the manner of a beast over three metres tall. She gently placed a hand on Maris's shoulder and moaned in a low tone.

"Hey, I appreciate that," Maris smiled. "And I'll be okay. It's good to know you care."

Quee-Chee issued a short, high-pitched sound, and there soon appeared another of her species. This one was somewhat younger and taller, a male with a lean body whose musculature was immediately visible.

"Ay-Cee!" Maris laughed. "So good to see you, I was starting to wonder."

He responded with a short growl. "Yeah," Maris nodded in response. "I know. But she'll be back someday."

Ay-Cee then dropped a Ching-Ja carcass at her feet, then nodded in return.

"Oh, thank you. It's sweet of you to remember. I'm going to enjoy this."

Maris then went back to her small home and started preparing the meat, after field dressing the carcass. Been a while since I had this. My friends are always looking out for me. She checked the small cooler and found her last two Ching-Ja eggs, then proceeded to prepare a hearty breakfast. At that point, there was a sharp knock on the door.

"Maris!"

The Zabrak heard Shaak's voice clearly. "Come in, Master. Can I interest you in some tasty morsels?"

The Togruta was in a dark blue silk gown, with a light shawl on over it. She smiled and came inside.

"I'd love some, my child."

Shaak followed Maris into her kitchen and helped her apprentice prepare the meal, adding some spice to the Ching-Ja meat as the Zabrak was browning it in her deep-dish skillet. She cracked the eggs and carefully dropped them over the top and gently stirred them into the mix, including some greens from a nearby field. Soon it was ready and the two sat down to eat.

"So," Shaak uttered softly. "Tell me what you are thinking."

"Master. As I was telling the rancors, I miss her. A lot. And I know you would tell me not to be sad, but it's going to be different around here."

"Oh, I'm not so sure about that, dear, but I do understand. I will miss her too. But I've got some news."

"News?"

Shaak chuckled as she stabbed a piece of meat with one of her utensils (these were similar to chop sticks, but they were made from tempered steel, and had sharp, pointed ends; a pair of them together could be used to consume most foods), then brought it up to her mouth, whereupon her razor-sharp Togruta teeth quickly sank into it. She then took a swig of some chilled well water that Maris always kept on hand in her cooler.

"Indeed, my child. We are going to be welcoming a new Member to our Order. She will be a great asset to our team."

"Who is it, Master?"

"You know her, but you haven't met her … Ahsoka Tano."

Maris perked up at the news. "Really? That sounds great."

She thought about it some more, then asked, "Why are we bringing her here? Does she want to join us?"

Shaak smiled. "Not directly, but it's time for her to come. She has recently had a direct encounter with Vader,"

"Oh." Maris said softly. "Is she doing all right?"

"Quite all right," Shaak chuckled. "Ahsoka has now reached a level of power that she has only begun to realize. If the Jedi Order were still around, she would be a Knight, and one of distinction."

"Ahead of me?" Maris asked, now becoming more curious.

"I think so, at the current time. But you have also of course earned the title, though, there is still much work for you to do. Ahsoka, on the other hand, is not far from Master level, in fact, she may have reached it. The Force is sending me strong signals, and it's time for her to join us and reach her true destiny."

"So when should we expect her to come here?"

"Soon, my child. So I would like you to start making preparations. Ahsoka will be invaluable to us in training the acolytes and everyone else."

Maris nodded. "Yes, I could really use someone like her. Varda was a great help and we became good friends, but she was well past her prime from a physical standpoint. Ahsoka will give us much in that area. I am looking forward to seeing her, but I really don't know her at all."

"Not to worry, my dear. She is a kind person and very supportive, and I think she's just what you need to continue your own progress in the Force."

Lianna, Valles's office, 1 BBY 10 months, 4 days, 14 hours

One morning, on Lianna, Valles was finishing a light fruit snack and some caf with her assistant, Lasivia Borges. They were laughing a bit and talking about a coming gala event on the planet where all members of the newly created Liannese nobility would be in attendance. Valles had tasked Lasivia with overseeing the general organization of the event and that it would be the formal naming of Valles as the Grand Duchess of Lianna. Of course, it was well understood that this would be a stop along the way to her coronation as a full monarch, but there was little need to hurry this along. Private surveys had shown that majorities of 67 to 75 percent favored a monarchy – so long as it was mostly ceremonial – and that she was far and away the most popular choice. The Liannese people had had monarchs centuries before and they were a proud society that enjoyed the trappings of ceremony and the pomp that accompanied the notion of a queen. Indeed, they favored a queen over a king because of a cultural belief that women – as the bearers and nurturers of children – were more "pure" and "gracious" and Valles had worked diligently to convey this image of herself. Modern Liannese society had little difficulty accepting women in leadership positions so long as they were seen to be without corrupting influence.

As the meeting with Lasivia ended, she reminded Valles of an appointment she had agreed to – one that was made without the knowledge of Moff Tarkin – with Galen Erso, who had done much work on the design of the Death Star project. Erso had asked to see Lady Santhé because he believed she might be willing to hear his concerns over the ultimate aim of the Project. Everything he'd heard about Valles – that she had incredible insight and was very charming – told him there was a chance she'd be receptive to his views. So when she accepted the meeting, he was determined not to waste the chance, as he might not get another.

Valles was at her desk, perusing her screens – three of them simultaneously – and digesting all of the news of the day, plus various status reports. She was, as usual, attired in a solid bright-colored dress, this one a vibrant orange that registered in the optical range of many humans. Her perfume was more muted than usual and had a subtle flavor that was inviting, while her voluminous hair was pulled back behind her shoulders.

Erso walked in, not in Imperial uniform, but in a gray and white suit with an open collar, as Lasivia showed him to the Lady's desk. As if on cue, Valles popped up and walked around to face him, smiling gently. Erso knew the drill, as he first bowed, then kissed her right hand when she offered it.

"Mister, Erso, was it?" Valles feigned mild ignorance, a tactic she often used to draw out someone she was meeting for the first time.

"Yes, my Lady. Galen Erso, design and engineering. At your service."

"Very good," she uttered softly. "Let's sit down, shall we?"

She led him over to her lounge area and gestured to a comfortable repulsor chair, while she took the couch. She was carrying a data-pad, which she placed on the seat next to her, then tapped a few places on the screen to bring up a diagram of the Death Star.

"So, Mister Galen, tell me what it is that you found so urgently needing to discuss with me. You do understand my time is most valuable."

"I do, milady, and I believe it will be well worth it for you." Seeing her remaining silent, he continued. "Lady Santhé, I want to make sure you are aware of what the Project entails, specifically, the super-laser and the ability to destroy an entire planet."

Valles nodded, "go on."

"Well, this is what I want to say. As the original designer of the system, it greatly concerns me that so many innocent people might perish were it to be used against a populated world. This is now my second trip to Lianna and I was so impressed the first time. The Liannese people have done a wonderful job in every respect … surely you can imagine the level of tragedy this could potentially be."

Valles thought about this for a second. Indeed I do, Mister Galen. And I am not in favor of nor do I expect this weapon will be needed in that capacity. A simple demonstration on an asteroid or even a barren rock too close to a star to permit much in the way of settlement should do nicely.

"Yes. It is greatly concerning," Valles seemed to mutter, as she smoothed her dress.

"So, you share my apprehension?"

"I do, Mister Galen. And I also think it should not be necessary that it be used. At least on a populated world."

Erso exhaled slowly, hoping that her sentiments were genuine. Valles then gave him a glance, paired with a crafty half-smile. He would have sworn there was an actual twinkle in her left eye. At the same time, her fragrance gently wafted in his direction and he soon felt she was perhaps the loveliest woman he'd ever laid eyes on. Galen Erso was a widower and had not found anyone to take his wife's place after her death some six years earlier. But he was growing steadily attracted to Valles and he'd done his homework and knew she had never married. What kind of man does she fancy?

"Miss Santhé – may I call you Valles?"

"Please do," she purred, her smile becoming more obvious.

"Valles, I am glad we seem to be in agreement over this. There are those in the chain of command reporting up to you that are, shall we say, overly ambitious."

She chuckled. "Quite. But … you well understand …"

He waited, and she continued. "Galen. I know where you're going with this. And I think it might well be that there are differing visions of what the Empire should be and how it ought to be run."

"Yes, Valles. I'd like to understand your views on that subject."

She laughed, softly. "I'm afraid this might take rather longer than we have allotted at this time … but, it's been my considered experience that a softer touch is more effective than other methods. People are looking for stability, and this has been a dangerous galaxy to live in these past few decades. I've not quite finished my fourth decade of existence, and I've scarcely known a time when there wasn't some horrific conflict taking place in one area or another. Emperor Palpatine has done a rather fine job in seeing that this activity is kept to a minimum. Of course, there has been some unavoidable actions taken with regard to keeping … certain factions in line. But, all in all, the Galaxy is at peace."

Erso told himself he wasn't surprised at her stock answer. Valles was nothing if not a politician, after all, despite her outward appearance. Still, her reference to a "softer touch" gave him reason for hope, if nothing else.

"Madam, I'm heartened to hear that. Perhaps you might be a worthy successor to His Majesty, should the day arrive."

Her laugh in response was loud and boisterous, as her face flashed a happy smile.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves, Mister Galen. But I truly appreciate the sentiment." If only you knew how much.

"Let me ask you this, Galen. How has the construction gone so far, in your estimation, and, do you see us unveiling the station in the next year or so?"

"Madam, there are still some things to complete, but I think that is a reasonable timetable. I would enjoy taking you on a tour of the Project as it currently stands. You are going to be impressed."

Oh, Mister Galen, I already am. She chuckled. "Perhaps, but I am a busy woman, and my responsibilities are many."

He sighed softly. Can't blame a guy for trying.

With that, Valles rose slowly, thus signaling the meeting had ended. Galen was pleased to get 20 minutes with her, but just as he thought she was dismissing him, she instead beckoned him over toward a high-top table in the corner of the lounge area.

"A little something for you," she smiled, then handed him a bite-sized piece of pastry, that had a semi-sweet fruit filling.

He took it and popped it in his mouth, then nodded. "Not bad … not at all. This is Liannese baking excellence?"

"Yes," she chuckled. "With my compliments."

"Very well, milady, I'll be off, then. Greatly enjoyed this time with you."

She watched him leave, then returned to her desk. "Who's up next, Lasivia?" She said, as she softly spoke into the com.

"You're clear my Lady."

"Excellent, I believe I will head for Santhia, then."

"Good night, Valles …"

"You too," she answered, then grabbed her small satchel and headed off for the landing platform outside her office. The wind was whipping her skirts around as she boarded her custom speeder.

Lianna, Valles's Suburban palace, 1 BBY 10 months, 4 days, 16 hours

A few minutes later, the speeder entered the elegant garage area of the suburban palace. Valles dismounted and walked briskly through the corridors and came to the main sitting area on the ground floor. Seated there was Vaston of Hapes, crown prince of the sector, Queen Vestalia's son and frequent romantic partner of the Liannese soon-to-be queen. She was halfway expecting him to be there as her Force sense detected that he had arrived on the planet earlier that day.

The prince was dressed somewhat casually and, seeing Valles enter, he quickly rose as she came up to him softly. The two embraced quickly, and shared a short kiss. She then took his hand in hers and tugged at him gently.

"Well, this is what you came for …" she chuckled gently, her eyelashes fluttering and her right eye twinkling just a touch.

"Indeed," he smiled. "You never disappoint." He gently caressed her back down to her derriere, savoring the smooth fabric of the bright orange frock.

"Shall we?" She beckoned, with a slight tilt of her head.

He simply nodded, and they walked together, hand in hand, headed for the fifth floor, and her private suite.

When they exited the lift and walked inside, she smiled again.

"Please make yourself at home, love. There are fresh satins for you and I'll be along shortly."

"I can hardly wait," he said, gently taking her hand and kissing it. "I'm yours, my queen."

Valles then disappeared into an entrance that led to one of her dressing areas. She quickly shucked off the dress and a gentle slip, then pulled on a short satin gown that just covered her pelvic area, then sat down at a vanity table and glanced in the mirror. She grabbed a hair brush and ran it through her luxurious raven locks a few times, the bristles stimulating her scalp and invigorating her slightly. Picking up her com, she noticed a text message had been sent. Intrigued, she opened it and realized it was from Galen Erso. Oh my dear … I must have made a proper impression on you. Chuckling again, she then read it:

Dear Valles. After thinking it over, I realize you are one of the good guys and the future of the Empire is better off in the hands of someone like you. So I have enclosed a set of documents covering the full design of the Project for your eyes only. Once you have digested these, you will know what to do. Love, Galen.

She pondered it for a while, but realized she was keeping Vaston waiting. Of course, he likes it that way, adds to the drama and all. But what of this communique? She then opened the attachment and started perusing it. The documents were indexed to a master file and everything was well organized. Valles then realized this should not reside in her com but instead in her private system that she could access anywhere on Lianna and also from her yacht Belladonna. She immediately patched it in and entered the password then spoke the audible:

"Valles and Vestalia, for the Galaxy."

The files were then offloaded a few seconds later and she knew she wanted to spend some time on these later. She then closed the system, shut off her com, then spritzed her hair with a more erotic scent and headed toward the ante room where Vaston was waiting.

They quickly embraced and kissed passionately, heading into her master bedroom and disappearing for the next few hours.

To be continued …