AN: Shaak meets with the Imperial military leadership to set expectations. Valles goes to the Hapes Sector to review her plans. Reema gets a lesson in sabre handling. Thanks to new followers: ShadedZenith, heatherxenia

Chapter 4: Setting Expectations

Coruscant, Imperial Defense Ministry – 1 ABY, 1 month 2 days, 10 hours

Leia Organa Skywalker arrived a few minutes early at the lobby area for the new Imperial Defense Ministry. As she stood waiting, and looking around for someone, her brother Luke Skywalker also arrived. The two were both dressed formally, as they were going to be attending an important function. That function would be the meeting of the top military leadership of the Empire and would be conducted by Empress Shaak Ti herself.

Spotting Luke, Leia called out to him.

"Luke! Hey …"

Hearing his sister, he came over to join her.

"Hey, sis, what are you here for? Dad contacted me and asked for me to show up."

"Same for me. I wonder what the big deal is. Father didn't say much."

While they stood waiting, Anakin Skywalker and Maris Brood arrived together, each of them dressed formally in the uniform of the Order, black with olive drab sections, and they also each had a lightsabre on their belts. Seeing Luke and Leia, Anakin called them over.

"My son … and daughter," Anakin said slowly. "I am pleased to see you both could join us. Maris and I are proud to have you here."

"I wouldn't miss it, Dad," Luke (also wearing his Order uniform) said quietly, then offered his hand to his father. Anakin gave him a firm handshake and smiled. "Son, I have great ambitions for you in the Imperial military. We will discuss them after the meeting."

He turned to Leia. "My daughter … do you have any plans for what you would like to do in the new Empire?"

She looked at both Maris and Anakin, and then said, "I have met with the Empress recently. I told her I wanted to serve in some capacity that would allow me to be closer to her. I am very inspired by her – I feel she will be a great leader."

"A wise choice, Leia," Maris added, as she gazed at Leia with a smile. "But what of your further training – with the Order? I felt you were making great progress."

Leia nodded, and turned to Maris, with a bit of guilt. "I know. And please don't take this the wrong way, but I really feel like my path is more toward the political. Shaak will need good people around her and I want to help. I'm just not sure she can trust this Valles Santhé. Something about her rubs me the wrong way."

Maris sighed. "Of course – but Valles is way out of your league, Leia. The Force tells me she is most potent. We must be very careful with her, especially because Master Shaak needs her at this time. However, Leia, I know your father was hoping to have both of his children serving at his side. And there is still so much I can teach you."

Leia nodded and came close to Maris. The two embraced, as Maris stroked Leia's dark mane. "Your father means so much to me, Leia. I promise I will look after him."

As they separated, Leia nodded and touched Maris on the shoulder. "I'm just so happy he has you." She turned to Anakin. "So, Father, what should we expect from the meeting today? This is the big one, right?"

"That it is," Anakin said slowly, in a deep voice. There were times that his experience as Darth Vader still informed much of his demeanor. He'd seen quite a bit over the twenty years he spent behind the mask. It had hardened him, but now he had to find his capacity to care. Having his children near would help immensely, as it seemed he wouldn't be seeing that much of Ahsoka.

He continued. "Today we will learn whom the Empress can count on. The various leaders of the Imperial military have had quite a bit of freedom when they served the Emperor. I feel she will demand a different type of service."

"Oh?" Luke asked. "How, exactly?"

"There will be a different role for the military. The Empress expects the Order – to be led by Master Brood – to take a key role in overseeing that her wishes are carried out."

"Ah," Leia smiled. "They will learn what we already know – that Shaak will be a very different leader than Palpatine was."

"Not only that," Anakin said, pointedly. "As we know, quite well, she has very different ideas. Justice is very important to the Empress. And she has definite ideas about what that is … and what it should be."

At that point, their conversation was interrupted as a group of men in Imperial dress uniforms, their insignia polished, along with their boots, started to arrive. Anakin stood stiffly and frowned as his keen hearing and Force sensitivity detected some animosity toward Shaak. Maris cheerfully introduced herself to each of them. Some of them were quite unaware of the Order and the role it would have in the Empire under Shaak. Many did not realize that Anakin had been Darth Vader, but he let them know in no uncertain terms as he conveyed this understanding via the Force.

Some of the faces he knew – Cassio Tagge, Rae Sloane, Gallius Rax, Sate Pestage, Yupe Tashu, Randd, Valco Pandion, and Lozen Tolruck – some of whom he trusted more than others. We will have plenty of time to sort that out later, he thought. But then the proceeding was interrupted as Mas Amedda, the former Grand Vizier to Palpatine (who still held a role of importance as he had suitably impressed Valles) arrived and made a general announcement.

"Good morning, everyone. Her Serene Majesty, Shaak the First, will be arriving shortly. She directs everyone to take their seats in the meeting hall. We must show her our loyalty to her."

The group proceeded to the meeting hall, about 15 levels above the lobby area. As they filed into the room, a large area that could seat as many as 500, the Imperial officers drew together in smaller groups.

Rax, Sloane, and Pandion were sitting together and quietly discussing things. Moff Pandion stated, "this could be trouble, we don't know what to expect from the new Empress, but I would bet she plans to make a strong statement."

Admiral Sloane nodded, and replied, "I can't find anyone in the command ranks who knows her and what her tendencies are. This could be interesting."

Fleet Admiral Rax laughed. "Let's not get carried away. Most of us were scared to death of Palpatine, but I came to know him when I was growing up on Jakku. He had a good side. I think Shaak will too."

"What do you know about the Togruta? Are they savage?" Pandion asked.

"I know this much. That Ahsoka Tano – now Princess Ahsoka – is a sharp military mind. Her strategy against us at Hoth was brutally effective. I've studied a bit on it. The history says Togruta are quite philosophical people and they have strong spiritual impulses."

Pandion scoffed. "Just what we need. To be governed by a superstitious old witch."

Sloane warned him. "Watch it. That guy, Anakin Skywalker? He used to be Darth Vader. I swear, he can read minds and he'll make a quick example out of anyone that gets out of line."

Admiral Randd overheard them, and came over to join them. "About Vader, do any of you know what exactly happened to him?"

They shook their heads. Sloane ventured, "I think he must have had an operation. There's a rumor going around that Anakin Skywalker was a Jedi Knight during the Clone War and something happened to him and that's how he became Vader. Maybe he's been restored. I'll say this much, he looks good for someone that went through a lot."

"So who is he now?" Randd asked. "Vader … or Skywalker? In terms of personality that is. I doubt he's any kind of Jedi now."

Rax laughed. "What's the big deal? We do the job and follow orders – he will respect us. It's the old lady we need to worry about. It never made sense why Emperor Palpatine would just step down and hand things over to her. She must be something serious."

Sloane nodded. "I was there for her coronation. Thought I'd try to get a look at our first female ruler. She put on a great show, that's for sure. The crowd was buzzing about her."

At this point, a group of individuals, wearing pink robes, entered the hall. Trumpets blared as they shouted, "All rise! Her Majesty the Empress has arrived."

Shaak, wearing elegant long robes of black, silver and pink, over her coronation gown of shimmering pink, smiled broadly as she entered the room on foot, her feet in elegant leather sandals. She gazed around the hall, taking mental notes as she scanned the faces. The attendants then summoned her throne – an impressive piece in black and silver, which could float on anti-gravity repulsion if the Empress so desired. Shaak was assisted onto it, where she sat calmly, then took the microphone.

"Greetings, all. I'm sure you have heard about the purpose of today's gathering. For those whom I have not yet met, I shall introduce myself. I am Shaak Ti, of the planet Shili. I am most honored to serve as your Empress and I fully intend my reign to be a time of peace and prosperity for the Galaxy. Your previous sovereign, Sheev Palpatine of Naboo, has graciously passed the title to me and fully endorses what I plan to accomplish in this role. First, I would like to outline my plans in a short presentation that I believe you will find most useful, as it will convey my expectations for the role to be performed by our highly esteemed forces."

With that, Shaak enabled the control panel on her throne and caused the lights in the room to go dim and a holo presentation ensued. In the presentation, Shaak described various aspects of her policies for Galactic governance, with some organization charts at the higher levels. It then went into what she termed the mission for the various components of the military would be and finally the direct organizational structure that she had decided on.

At the top level was the newly-drawn Imperial Security Bureau, to be headed by Anakin Skywalker and Maris Brood. Directly reporting to the new ISB would be the supreme commanders of the Navy, Army and the Knights of the Order. Maris was named as the new Master of the Order, while Anakin would be, in effect, the Minister of Galactic Defense. Crown Princess Ahsoka, due to her strong background in military affairs, would have direct oversight of the entire ministry, including the ISB and the Order, but she would not manage these organizations day to day. Left undetailed was the role the Force might play in various capacities, but the more astute Imperial officers were aware that Ahsoka, Anakin, Maris and the Members of the Order all possessed Force ability in various degrees.

Once the presentation had concluded, Shaak then asked each member of the audience to approach her directly for a short exchange, which consisted of her doing a Force scan while grasping their hands and then asking some questions. The first to approach the throne was Grand General Tagge. Their exchange went as follows, after she had scanned him.

"General, I'd like to ask you some basic questions."

"Of course, your Majesty. Anything I can help you with?"

She smiled. "I have learned that you once referred to the original Death Star as 'Tarkin's Folly' … Is this accurate?"

He swallowed hard, while realizing that she undoubtedly would be able to detect if he was being untruthful. "Your Majesty, I sincerely believed at that time that too many Imperial resources were being put into its construction and that they would be better deployed on further expansion of the fleet … I see now that I was likely mistaken."

"And why is that, General?"

"I now better understand the value of having that level of destructive power as a way to keep systems in line and prevent any kind of revolt against your rule."

Shaak chuckled. "We should all be so fortunate, to have someone with your demonstrated level of loyalty. Therefore, I must ask, what would you say to having a replacement built, and further, several more of these stations? We are going to refer to them as the Peacekeepers – a name that, believe it or not, was endorsed by my predecessor."

Tagge smiled at her, and without a hint of irony, replied, "Your Majesty, this would be an exemplary method to show the Galaxy your sincerity in promoting the general welfare and maintaining order. My only question would be from where would the materials come to construct them? The first one took over 20 years to build."

She laughed. "Fair enough. I think, that this time, we shall have far more efficient means of construction and there is some thought being given to building them in different sizes. We also have solved the problem of cooling the reactors and allowing the heat to bleed off more efficiently as well." She then paused for a second, "General, I appreciate your willingness to be frank with me. It's something I will expect from all of my top personnel."

She then called up the next person and the next, and asked similar questions that greatly impressed them with the thoroughness of her knowledge about the forces, in terms of capital ships, weapons protocols and deployment procedures. Much of this information had been provided to her by Valles Santhé, from Santhé-Sienar manuals. Everyone tried their best to assure the Empress of their complete loyalty and support for her entire program of activities. They also agreed to show full deference to Anakin, Maris, and Ahsoka, who were essentially her "eyes and ears" into the workings of the military.

When it had concluded, many returned to the throne to pay further respects to Shaak, though she had not indicated that this was in any way a requirement. If she had any favoritism among the ranks, they were completely unaware, as she set the general tone early on. All would remain in their current positions, but were reminded that they served at her pleasure only.

Leaving the room, Sloane, Rax, and Pandion picked up their earlier discussion and were satisfied that they were not being detected by Shaak.

"A most interesting meeting, was it not?" Pandion asked, seemingly surprised.

Rax chuckled, "Valco, were you expecting her to sack the lot of us?"

Sloane added, "She's far too clever to do anything like that. I rather liked her. If we do our jobs, she will support us. How can you ask for more than that?"

"Rae, don't be naïve." Pandion scoffed. "She's more than a bit strange. What was that hand holding bit about? Was she going to read our palms like some fortune-telling vagabond?"

Rax smiled. "You'd do well to respect the Force. The Empress is no different from the Emperor. She will take a dim view of any mockery."

Sloane added, "I know most of us thought it was silly superstitions and nonsense, but I served under Lord Vader at times. This power is very real, even if we don't understand how it works."

Coruscant, New Imperial Palace – 1 ABY 1 month, 2 days, 14 hours

A few hours later, Shaak invited Ahsoka, Anakin and Maris to her apartments in the Palace. This was Ahsoka's first chance to see how her adoptive mother had been set up. Shaak showed her around briefly. She had changed into a simple black silk gown that flowed behind her a few feet and gave her a sense of quiet understated elegance. As they sat down, Shaak Force-lifted a pitcher and two glasses over to the small table between them, then poured a cool beverage for them both. They sipped it together as Ahsoka gazed out the window to the new Imperial Square.

Soon after Palpatine had stepped down, and before Shaak's coronation had taken place, the new Empress directed Valles to clear a large area (about 100 square kilometres) on Coruscant for renovation. In addition to being the new seat of Imperial government – with Shaak's new palace at its center – "Imperial Square" would be a large change from what Coruscant had become over the past millennia. Valles understood Shaak's vision and wanted to set about making Coruscant – or at least part of it – more like her home world of Lianna. She felt that Shaak would have a long and successful reign (and Valles would be a key reason this would happen) and then perhaps be succeeded by Ahsoka at some point in the future, so this was the time to start the renovation project. At some point, many of Coruscant's tens of billions of inhabitants might be offered a chance to resettle elsewhere in the Core region, where Valles was also planning to engage in large scale renovation. For many, life on Coruscant was anything but glamorous. The idea of relocation – plus a possibility of serving the Empress – was likely to be popular.

So the area around the new palace had been cleared for twenty kilometers in all directions, with existing inhabitants resettled and businesses also re-established. This was mostly financed from the Imperial treasury, but Valles invested large sums of her own funds as well. In the new Imperial Square, there were beautiful parks with running streams, and all-new construction of rows of fifty-story office towers for the various Imperial ministries and agencies. The new House of Delegates building was constructed with unique architecture and a series of office towers were built to house the personal space for each of the 3000 members of the new House.

"This is a rather well-done place," she noted. "Mother, I'm happy that it meets with your needs."

Shaak took a deep breath and smiled. "So tell me, darling, how did it go on Shili?"

Ahsoka laughed. "Well, I met my brother and his wife. They have two children, both rather young. I'm not entirely sure of what to make of it all, but it's nice to have family members. I will come to know them better as we go forward."

Shaak nodded. "Yes … no need to make snap judgments. So, is your wedding on track?"

"Yes it is … Lianna … in two months. I think all of the major details have been worked out. You will come, right?"

"Of course I will, but I don't want to overshadow your day. It seems like no matter where I go, it's always a big deal. But I shouldn't complain. I asked for this job."

"Mother, you have ultimate power now. If you want more privacy and so on, just ask for it. Who would refuse you?"

Shaak laughed. "Well, when you put it that way … but still, I can see that people are putting so much faith in me, I can't let them down."

Ahsoka, in her heart, knew that this could be a trap for Shaak as her good intentions might be badly abused. She changed topics. "So how was the military meeting this morning?"

"It went reasonably well. I think I set expectations the way I wanted to."

"So what did you tell them?"

"Mostly it was to reassure everyone that I would keep them in their current jobs so long as they performed as expected."

"Kind of open-ended, wouldn't you say?" Ahsoka smiled and looked at her with her head tilted slightly, as Shaak nodded and smiled.

At that point, Maris and Anakin had arrived and were waiting for them in the ante-room. Shaak led Ahsoka out to meet them. She hugged Maris warmly, then stepped back and smiled. "My faithful friend. Where would I be without you?"

Maris laughed. "Probably back on Felucia making more potions. We have come so far." She shook her head slightly and smiled.

Shaak turned to Anakin. "Well, sir, how are you feeling? I just dumped a huge level of responsibility into your lap."

He smiled, took her hand gently, and then bent over to kiss it. "Master Shaak, I will be fine. You made a wise choice, putting me in charge. I know those people. They know me. Your wishes will be carried out, I can assure you."

She chuckled softly. "So let's talk a little strategy, shall we? Follow me."

They strolled with her to a spacious sitting room in her personal space, and looked out on a beautiful Coruscanti afternoon. Anakin was feeling vindicated for his decision – many months ago – to join Shaak and the Rebellion, and now he had been rewarded. She was the kind of leader he could respect and he felt certain she would discuss any problems she had with him directly. Maris and Ahsoka looked at each other and smiled, feeling the warmth that flowed between the four of them – the newly appointed guardians of the Galaxy.

Shaak then opened the discussion. "Anakin, I know you understand my desire to set the tone on the Outer Rim. Such organizations as Black Sun – despite their long history – really have no place in our Galaxy. This also extends to the Hutts. Of course, I feel like giving Jabba a chance to do right by me as he had aided our rebellion in crucial moments."

Ahsoka immediately scoffed. "He only did that for business purposes. He still remains a slug, one with little redeeming value."

"I'm inclined to agree," Anakin remarked. "This is a good opportunity to crack down on the Hutts, but they have been in business for many centuries. Their influence runs very deep. It won't just be a matter of a show of force."

Maris then added her thoughts. "Why don't we use some smaller group as someone to make an example of? Then we could tell the others, this is what will happen to you."

Shaak was nodding at all of their contributions. "Very fair points, all of them. I will think these over. Now I've got another idea. Ahsoka, your friend Chelli Aphra intrigues me. I have a pilot plan to create a droid-based force. There are some capabilities there that might make a lot of sense."

Ahsoka furrowed her brow at this suggestion. She remembered – all too well – of the struggles they'd all had during the Clone War. She asked, "How would this work, exactly? Grievous and Dooku are long gone. Also the Geonosians are almost extinct, thanks to Palpatine and his genocide."

Shaak smiled at her. "Darling, I am of course aware of all of that. But what you may not be aware of is that there is a group called the Droid Gotra. I believe Doctor Aphra is well-acquainted with them."

Maris and Anakin had little to contribute to this discussion. Shaak glanced at them, as if to ask for their opinion. Anakin spoke up. "There may be some concern inside the ranks of the military. There are some Clone War veterans among them who remember fighting on the side of the Republic."

Shaak nodded, while Maris remained silent. "I will let Frehya know – she recently asked if she could come for a visit. I'll ask her to bring Chelli along."

Hapes Prime, Hapes Cluster sector, Eastern Inner Rim – 1 ABY 1 month, 0 days

Valles returned to the Hapes sector after meeting with the Empress on Coruscant. As the Belladonna dropped from hyperspace, she quickly contacted Limasse, the Pa'tsa (or planetary queen) of the planet Jovaria, who had been assigned to see to the Queen's needs when she visited the sector. Delighted to hear from Valles, Limasse answered quickly.

"Ah, your Majesty. We have been awaiting your return. The Ta Chumé (Queen Mother) is expecting you."

"Should I proceed to the main palace?" Valles asked.

"Yes. We will meet you once you arrive."

While Valles was preparing to head down via her royal shuttle, Limasse was with Ara-Satra, another Pa'tsa – this one from the planet Arabanth (a valuable world near Hapes Prime, with numerous mining settlements). Ara-Satra was an older Hapian, about 55 standard years, who was still rather attractive, with wavy light hair and a slim build. She liked to wear wide-brimmed floppy hats, that, along with her hair, covered up much of her face, giving her an air of mystery. On her home world, she was highly respected and shared her immense wealth with the 250 million or so inhabitants of the planet, keeping them loyal. She had on a long olive-colored dress with loose sleeves that gave her a relaxed look and she wore the expression of a confident person who was used to being in charge and getting whatever she wanted.

"So, friend, I get to meet the Queen of Lianna today?"

"Yes, and it's your chance to make a good impression on her," Limasse replied. "The Ta Chumé plans for Valles to be her eventual successor … but keep that under your hat."

"Of course. You and I knew that Vestalia was thinking about stepping down. Even she cannot last forever. So what's her plan today? I've read that the Liannese is the Grand Vizier to the new Empress."

"That's right."

Ara-Satra thought for a second, then noted, "It appears much is changing now in the Galaxy. Vestalia is going to welcome the Empress. She never did that with Palpatine. Why do you suppose that is?"

"You're asking me? Ara, you're the expert on Imperial matters. I'm sure you have an opinion."

"Of course, but at this point, Palpatine is old news. I'm far more interested in Valles. She's supposed to be beautiful and quite charming."

"Correct. I've met with her once already. We traveled to Coruscant together. She's quite delightful. Has a sense of humor, too. But, still, it's strange for a non-Hapian to become the Ta Chumé. Has that ever happened before, Ara? You're the historian."

"Hmm, yes. Once before, maybe 2000 years ago. It was one of those … legends," Ara winked, then gave a crafty smile.

About an hour later, Valles's shuttle had arrived at the Royal Palace and its designated landing pads. A tractor beam had taken hold of the vessel and deposited it at an open location. The Liannese monarch was dressed in a smart-looking three-piece suit of shiny turquoise satin, which included form-fitting pants that accentuated her lithe figure. Upon debarking from her shuttle, Valles saw a repulsor bench waiting for her. Upon mounting it, the conveyance took her down various walkways that eventually led her into the main palace grounds and carried her inside, whereupon it came to a stop. Valles dismounted and soon saw Limasse waiting for her. The Pa'tsa of Jovaria was carrying herself somewhat informally in a tight-fitting dress that resembled the fur

of some exotic Hapian beast and looked most inviting. She stepped forward and greeted Valles with a quick curtsy.

The Queen smiled and extended her right hand. Limasse took it and gave the customary kiss that a visiting monarch was expected to receive. She then spoke.

"Valles, dear, I'd like to introduce you to another one of our planetary Pa'tsa. May I present her highness, the Pa'tsa of Arabanth, madam Ara-Satra."

"Pleased to meet you," Valles replied softly, as Ara kissed her hand as well. "Limasse … I've come to meet with Her Majesty the Ta Chumé. It pertains to the Empress, Her Exalted Majesty Shaak Ti. She is planning to visit the Sector soon."

"Ah," Limasse grinned in response. "I know she has been awaiting that development. As are most of us here. The Empress deserves every courtesy, and I expect Queen Mother Vestalia will be delighted."

They exchanged smiles for a second. Limasse checked her device, then gestured, with an open palm pointing the direction. "The Ta Chumé is ready to receive you now."

The three of them walked about twenty metres, then boarded the lift, which brought them to a level near the roof of the palace. A couple of seconds later, they were waiting in an ante-room and soon the 300 kg Ta Chumé, covered in turquois satin similar to Valles, had arrived on her floating throne.

Valles smiled. "How nice to see you again, your Majesty. Are you doing well?"

Vestalia's voice boomed. "Why, dear Valles. I'm delighted that you were able to visit. I'm sure you must be incredibly busy these days."

"Oh, yes," the Liannese replied, "but I'm actually here on business. The Empress is planning to pay you a visit."

The Hapian stared at both Pa'tsa, then asked, "are you both seeing to our guest's needs?" As they nodded and curtsied, she continued. "Please leave us, and thank you for assisting the Queen of Lianna. We will talk in private."

Ara Satra and Limasse turned to go, with Limasse adding, "do not hesitate to contact me, dear Valles, if there is anything I can do for you."

Valles chuckled. "I will. Thank you."

As the Pa'tsa both left, Vestalia quickly levitated Valles up and onto her lap, where she then sat back and relaxed. Valles and Vestalia had become close and the Liannese looked up to the Hapian ruler as the mother she never had growing up. Over the past few years, they had grown to know each other. Now Valles had agreed to marry the Ta Chumé's son, Vaston, and had already conceived a child with him.

Vestalia lowered her voice and gently caressed Valles's long black hair. "Have you given any thought to our last conversation, darling?"

"I have, my dear Queen Mother. I am ready to agree to become your successor. Of course, I will need some time to be able to step into the role. I want the Hapian people to become comfortable with me as their new Ta Chumé."

"Certainly. I wouldn't have it any other way." She paused for a minute, then asked, "how is our little heiress coming along?"

"Perfectly. I'm going in for a procedure to allow me to breast feed her. It will bind us together for about three months. I have scheduled her birth for just before my coronation ceremony on Lianna. It's going to be a busy year … Crown Princess Ahsoka's wedding, then my coronation, then my wedding to Vaston. All while helping Shaak to be the empress she wants to be."

Vestalia laughed gently. "I'm certain you will handle everything. We're not going to rush you into anything. The Pa'tsa here will be at your disposal."

"Ah, yes, I was meaning to ask you about them. Which of them do you trust most, and which will be most useful for me?"

"That is a more complicated question. Each of the Pa'tsa have their own set of qualities, but I think you will bond well with Milama of Sivoria, and Pri'zima of Zadaria. They are sensitive, gentle, and wise. They should also be the ones to manage the sector day to day."

"Ah, thank you, dear Ta Chumé. What of Limasse of Jovaria? She seems most helpful, too."

The jovial queen laughed, a bit deeper, as her massive body seemed to vibrate somewhat. Valles could feel it penetrate her own body as well.

"Limasse is most ambitious. She's intelligent, sociable, and pleasant. She's also most senior among the Pa'tsa in terms of responsibility. But you will need varying points of view. Our sector is most complex – almost like a miniature galaxy. Milama will be very helpful and I think she will also provide … companionship for you. My dearest Valles, the Pa'tsa in general will help to promote your image and prepare the sector for your ascension. About a year from now, you should be ready for your coronation here."

Vestalia stopped for a second, as her body resumed its normal relaxed state, then sighed. "Have you and Vaston decided what to name her yet?"

Valles chuckled, then reached upward as she stretched, then settled back into Vestalia's plush robes.

"Yes, we've tossed some ideas around. "I'm leaning toward Yas'meena. As she will be representative of both Hapes and Lianna, we want to raise her in both cultures – though there is much we share, as I've come to realize."

"Very good. I like that, dear. As always, your level of sensitivity is admirable. Have you detected anything with her regarding the midichlorians?"

Valles smiled, then looked up into Vestalia's eyes. "Yes, it's very active. I'm most looking forward to her birth date and then I will bond with her directly."

"Very good. I want our heiress to have every advantage. She may well end up as your successor."

"Ah, yes, I figured you would go there. No hurry, though. Your long life bodes well for her future, as does Vaston himself. I must say, it's rather remarkable – the way you raised him. He's most unique."

"Exactly. Your grandfather and I collaborated on that. We both knew you would rise in power and Vaston would be the perfect partner in that."

Valles grinned a little, then reached for Vestalia's right hand, which then grasped hers. "What of his harem, as it were?"

"A growth phase for him. Something to amuse him while waiting for you. He's always been wild about you, but understood that you were never in a rush. Meanwhile, Vas is able to judge which of the Pa'tsa are most helpful to him as well. You see, Valles, while you and Shaak are off running the Galaxy, Vaston will manage the sector day-to-day."

"Ah, that seems like a good plan. I've often thought he should take more responsibility. As for the harem, I've never worried much about it. They often seem to be attracted to me as much as they are to him – with one important difference…"

Vestalia laughed, causing her body to shake slightly. "Indeed. But, my dearest, you no doubt understand how ambitious most Hapian ladies are. Not everyone gets to be a Pa'tsa but there is much interest. You'll note that each of the Pa'tsa have their own set of admirers and lovers."

"So, dear Queen Mother, I've been meaning to ask you about that. As Hapes is a female-dominated society, reaching back almost to its beginning, is a polyamorous relationship more the norm?"

"It is. Especially for those in positions of power. We are a most physical people at times, finding the comfort of each other's bodies to be a great source of pleasure, even joy, but as we age, that activity is more … restrained. This is why I feel Milama will be your best and most trusted ally here. She's very cautious and considers choices carefully."
"I'm looking forward to meeting her. Vaston had mentioned her as well. He has a high opinion of her, too. He says she's the most beautiful lady in the Galaxy – aside from myself, of course."

"Of course," Vestalia chuckled. "But I don't doubt it. He's been in love with you for a long, long time. I think your marriage will be a success, because you know how to compartmentalize things. A good quality for a leader. When the sector becomes more familiar with you, they are going to receive you whole-heartedly. I've already received many kind reviews. They tell me you are quite gracious and very correct. A queen in every sense. So, how do you plan to manage both Lianna and Hapes, while also seeing to your Galactic duties?"

Valles smiled, and looked up at her. "I plan to delegate, as always, especially when it comes to Lianna. The people there deserve to have a voice in how things should be managed. We have elected leadership and I am looking at drafting a more formal Constitution that spells out the role of the legislature and the Prime Minister's authority."

"Remarkable, dear," Vestalia replied. "That you could put such trust in your people. Experience tells me that the best laid plans may go awry."

"That is true. So there will need to be a process by which it can be amended. Of course, this is a long-term aim of mine. For now, I plan to be a leader of all of Lianna and its immediate sectors, placing myself above local politics."

Vestalia smiled, then caressed Valles's hair again. "I'm always impressed by your careful analysis and attention to detail. We here in Hapes have a similar setup, in that each of the 120 worlds has a local governing authority elected by the people of each world."

"And the role of the Pa'tsa?"

"Mostly ceremonial, in public. But they can serve as advisors to the elected governors. A Pa'tsa's influence depends on her experience and deftness at handling local affairs. She must build confidence with the people of her home world."

Valles thought for a second. "So I will need to do the same. Are we planning a sort of summary tour of each of the worlds, so that you may introduce me, so to speak?"

"That is correct, dearest. I need to get you off on the right footing. You will need to have a series of prepared remarks, tailored to each world. The Pa'tsa of each will assist you in that, but mostly, the people will want to get to know you."

"I am very much looking forward to it, Exalted One. Now, for the primary reason for my visit. Shaak wants to meet you and have a talk with you. One to one."

"Yes, it's time. You know, dearest Valles, I avoided Palpatine all these years, and I think you know why."

"Of course. I doubt he was the kind of person you could respect. Of course, he sure took a shine to me."

"Hardly surprising … I'm sure you charmed him, just like all the others. That might be your greatest power … well, anyway, what do think our new Empress has planned for me?"

"As a matter of fact … I don't really know where she wants to take it. She told me that, as a Jedi, they were not permitted to visit the Hapes Sector. Was this true to your recollection?"

Vestalia laughed heartily. "Quite true. I was opposed to any meddling they might do in my sector."

"Really? I'm not all that up-to-speed on Jedi."

"Yes, darling. They had this policy – that if they found anyone that was Force-sensitive, they would basically kidnap that individual and take her back to Coruscant to be trained under their philosophy. I wasn't having any of that. Anyone here that had that ability? They were free to pursue it – or not."

Valles paused, as she thought this over. "Why didn't they come for me, then? Jedi used to visit Lianna often."

"Your grandfather. He wasn't about to allow that, and they were respectful of him. So, anyway, I signed an agreement with the Republic. Hapes Cluster Sector is mine. I own it, I run it. No exceptions. This was a similar arrangement they had with Mandalore, but we were the precedent. Mandalore only had about ten million people left, basically a smallish city on one of our more populated worlds."

"This is most interesting. Grandpa told me once that he was on good terms with the Jedi and we sided with the Republic during the Clone War. That's why we were attacked by the Separatists. Fortunately we held them off, but we got good help from the Jedi, Anakin Skywalker in particular. The clone army were good fighters. Together we stopped the Seppies. So not too much damage was done to our world, and the water system was preserved."

Vestalia and Valles continued to talk about historical topics, but the Liannese queen was growing hungry and a bit tired. Vestalia took Valles to her lavish apartments in the colossal palace, and gave Valles a large bedroom for the night. Two of the Queen's maids had accompanied her on the shuttle and saw to it that Her Majesty had plenty of clothes to change into and Valles then settled in, after having a brief meal that included "Ambrosia", a concentrated nutrient-rich food that was somewhat sweet and juicy, but also somewhat hallucinogenic. It was strictly reserved for Vestalia's consumption only, but she was helping Valles become accustomed to its taste and Valles was growing fonder of it. The Ambrosia made her feel as though she was truly deserving of her coming role as the Hapian Ta Chumé – the Exalted Queen Mother.

The following morning, Valles and Vestalia arranged an open window in the Ta Chumé's schedule that would give Shaak plenty of flexibility. Valles then sent word to the Empress, and Shaak's reply was brief:

"Copy. Will make the trip in about one week. Give my regards to Her Majesty the Ta Chumé. I expect a productive session."

As Valles read this, she relayed it to Vestalia. "All set, she'll be here in about eight rotations."

Vestalia chuckled. "That should work. Gives us plenty of time to receive Her Exalted and Serene Majesty the kind of welcome she will be proud of."

Felucia, Assembly Hall of the Order – 1 ABY 1 month, 4 days, 12 hours

Knight of the Order Frehya Lumoxa was getting some things together, so she could take a trip to Coruscant. Her talk with Yoda had convinced her that Shaak would need her presence, but she had been too buried in work. She was at the Assembly Hall in her prior office, where she had kept her records needed for the administration of the Order's affairs on Felucia. Knight Xendar Silkaw had heard of her plans and stopped in to see her. He had found himself growing steadily fonder of his fellow Order Member as the days and months went by. Something about her calm and quiet demeanor, coupled with her undeniable intelligence, and that glorious mane of black hair, always excited him. She spotted him outside her door and smiled. He stepped inside the office.

"Hi, Freh …" he said cheerfully. "I'd heard you were leaving."

"Yes. I feel I must visit Master Shaak. I'm just a little worried about her … plus, I miss her so much," she sighed. "It's just not the same without her."

Xendar laughed. "You really got close to her. I think we all did."

She turned around and came closer to him, her brown eyes sparkling. "Was there something you wanted to tell me?"

"I think you know, Freh. I've grown fond of you. What an amazing person you are."

She smiled sweetly. "Be serious, Xen. Your mind's playing tricks on you."

The handsome Knight drew her close and kissed her gently. At first she seemed tentative, but soon her own feelings took over and she returned it with passion. Her mind suddenly felt adrift. What am I doing?! He's young enough to be my son … and yet, so much the kind of man I wish I had met when I was that age. At the same time, she was drawn to his conviction that he felt he had to be open with her.

"Oh … my," she gasped softly. "Xen … how long have you felt this way?"

"A lot longer than I realized. But Freh, do you share it? For the first time, I feel like you do."

She nodded. "I can't deny it. But I didn't want to lead you on. You deserve better than that."

He smiled and looked her in the eye. "Hey … no strings. We don't have to decide anything, but Freh … I want you. Plain and simple. I've always respected you, but now it's so much more."

She sighed. "Where have you been all my life?" She muttered softly, then pulled back a bit. "Can we sit and talk for a minute?"

He shrugged, then took a seat in front of the desk as Frehya sat behind it. "This is about the Order, isn't it?"

"It is. Xendar, I'm leaving for Coruscant. It may be more than just a visit."

"Oh?"

"I had a talk about a week ago with Master Yoda. We are both concerned about Master Shaak and Queen Valles Santhé. We discussed Valles's ability in the Force and agreed that she is very powerful."

Xendar thought about it for a few seconds. "Now that you mention it. I've been rather busy these days. Hadn't had time to analyze much outside of my duties." His mind returned to what he wanted to discuss with her. "Freh, I really need you here. This place is rather busy now and without you, we're at the mercy of the Liannese and Duchess Ana. She acts like she runs this planet now. It's not like I can ask Yoda to help out."

She laughed. "Come on... You're a good manager. I feel like you've come a long way. Plus you have two able assistants in Cobo and Sanjip. As for Ana, I met with her at my new office in the City palace. She seems very cooperative. Says all the right things. You're going to like her."

She then returned to the topic of Valles. "So, as I was saying, Yoda and I concluded that the other Liannese have Force sensitivity or ability."

That got his attention. "Seriously? Then why haven't I been able to detect it? Have you detected it?"

Frehya shook her head. "Not really. But there is much about her that gives me reason to think so. Also Duchess Ana and her pal Countess Ry."

Xendar nodded and half-smirked. "I guess we'll just have to roll with the punches."

Frehya laughed in response, than hugged him. "We're gonna be fine."

"Still, that Valles is really something. She walks around acting as if she owns everything, which she probably does on her home world."

"Remember, Xen … we take our orders from Ahsoka or Shaak only, until they tell us otherwise."

Xendar looked away for a second. "But if she has Force ability, then she must be very good at hiding it – which to me says she's rather powerful."

"Xen …" Frehya teased. "You don't have a thing for her, too, do you? Does her dark hair set you off? Or just mine …"

He laughed and scoffed. "Ha! Look, I won't deny it. Valles is sexy, but she's not you, Freh. I'm not really into spoiled rich gals who get everything they want."

"Fine. Well, anyway, this is why I have to see Master Shaak. I just want her to know of our concerns."

"OK, sure. But hurry back. I'm going to miss you."

Before leaving, Frehya thought to inform Master Varda Wahi (someone that had rejoined the Order after returning to Shaak a few months prior) of her plans and the status of things on Felucia with the new arrangement with the Liannese. Varda had been a Jedi for many years – and had once been an instructor in the Temple to both Shaak and later, Ahsoka. She walked down the corridor at the Assembly Hall and came to Varda's small office, then knocked.

"Come in …" Varda answered. The older Knight was dressed in a loose-fitting garment resembling an Indian Sari, which was dark green in color, reflecting her status in the Order.

Frehya entered, smiling. "Hey, Varda, I'm making a trip to Coruscant to visit Shaak. Chelli's coming with. I can pass along anything you want me to ask her."

"Oh, no, nothing really. But I also miss Shaak very much. Give her my best wishes. I'm sure she's rather busy right now."

"Sure. Before I go, I just wanted to bring you up to speed on the logistics for us now. As you know, Queen Valles has put her good friend Duchess Ana in charge of us – as well as the entire Northern Outer Rim of the Galaxy."

"Yes, we had talked about that…" Varda muttered for a minute, as she considered the implications. "H ... How would that, how is that, going to work, exactly?"

"I think it's going to be fine. I've met with her. She's very amiable. You may remember a little bit about her from a few weeks ago, when Shaak and Ahsoka were making plans. Well, now things are shaking out. The first thing she wanted me to know was that I would be consulted on any further development plans once Felucia City is complete. I also got the feeling her close friend Countess Ry would also be acting in her capacity at times, when necessary."

Varda stared at Frehya for a second. "Freh, did Ana tell you that Ry Kyver and I know each other from a different time? About 13 years prior?"

"No, she never mentioned that, but it did seem as though the two of them are close … maybe very close. Was this something I needed to be aware of?"

"Well, who can tell … I mean, I think, considering the position Shaak has put you in, and all, that a detail like that might be important."

"It just might," Freh murmured. "But I need to get going. Chelli's going to give Shaak some more info about droid manufacture. The Empress has something planned. Anyway, Xen is in charge here till I get back."

"Safe travels, Freh …"

Coruscant, New Imperial Palace – 1 ABY 1 month, 7 days, 10 hours

A few days later, Reema Andujah was in her private apartment in Republika 1000. She'd received word earlier that morning that the Empress wanted to see her and she was to go to the Palace. Reema, for the first time she could remember, agonized over what to wear for the appointment. Finally, she found a smart-looking black dress that matched her hair, but decided to wear her new boots, which matched it nicely. She then fastened a belt around the dress and clipped her lightsabre to it.

The days had been passing quickly since the coronation, and Reema had kept herself busy working out with Luke and Hedala. Ahsoka, though she too had been busy, was able to spend some time with her and things went much smoother this time. Reema apologized for any ill will there had been on her part and explained that they all had important jobs to do. Ahsoka was extra careful not to be too patronizing of her younger apprentice and had even given Reema assurance that she would back her for knighthood in the Order later in the year. Reema was promoted to Padawan Third Degree shortly after the coronation by Maris and her career seemed to be on track. But still, the meeting she'd had with Valles Santhé haunted her, as the Lady's mysterious energy and Force power were obvious. But Valles had not contacted her since. Perhaps she's just too busy but no one has ever reached out to me like she did … I really want to see her again.

Checking herself in the mirror, Reema brushed her soft black hair, snapped her head forward and gave herself a smirk. Time to deal with Her Majesty.

She stepped outside and dialed up a ride by using her portable device. Soon a speeder appeared. Reema got in and the vehicle whisked her down through several levels before pulling into a main thoroughfare which eventually brought her to the new Government City area and the new Imperial Palace. She was brought to the main public entrance, whereupon she hopped out and strutted inside with a distinct air of cockiness. Once she exited the lift at level ten, the Togruta guards at the security desk took immediate notice.

"Young lady, your credentials, if you please."

Reema opened her clutch purse and presented a metallic card that the guards ran through the system.

"Hmm. Reema Andujah, Member of the Order. You'll have to check that lightsabre."

Reema frowned. "I am expected to wear it at all times when I am in public. Do you want to explain to the Empress why you felt you had to override her orders?"

"Madam, we are responsible for the safety of the royal household and all who serve it. We cannot have you carrying a lethal weapon past this desk."

"And I, sir, am a full member of the Order and have every right to carry it. I am most loyal to the Empress and she will be fine with it. Would you like to call her? I have a pressing engagement with her and she will not be pleased if I am delayed."

The two guards whispered to each other, then turned back to her. They had apparently weighed the consequences of overriding the Empress's orders versus their primary directive to keep her safe. The members of the Order, however, were part of that directive and there were, at the time, fewer than 100 in the entire galaxy. Reema was waved in and given a pass, which she agreed to return after her visit with Shaak had ended.

She had arrived with time to spare, as she wanted to take some time inside the Palace before seeing the Empress. Both Hedala and Luke had told her about the Jedi "wall of fame" and Reema read each plaque with interest. When she came to the one for Mace Windu, she perused it carefully, noting that he was believed to have died in the year 19 BBY. She saw, among the various plaques, several references to Order 66 and she wondered exactly how that took place. Reema resolved to spend more time studying the subject and wanted to, if possible, bring it up during her visit.

Eventually she came to end of the hall and turned to see the second security desk, whereupon she was greeted and given a repulsor chair. At first, she felt strange having to sit but soon she welcomed the idea of being treated as an honored guest and was told how she, as part of the Order, was a valued "Guardian of the Galaxy." She rode the lift up one level and came to the Empress's reception area, whereupon Shaak's Togruta maidens awaited. Reema declined the offer of refreshments and waited, a touch nervously, for Shaak to appear.

As she was early, she waited a full 15 minutes and then the Empress arrived, this time in a radiant blue gown that covered most of her body, with only her hands and feet showing along with her head and lekku. Reema rose respectfully and waited for Shaak to come to her. The Empress smiled warmly and extended her hand, which Reema knew to kiss. She knelt in front of Shaak as she did, then rose and stood before her. Shaak chuckled.

"Relax, child. I am very pleased to see you."

Reema tried to do that, but she could sense Shaak's massive Force presence filling up the room. She took a minute to regard it and let it into her consciousness, with radiant warmth. It was then that she noticed the amulet on a chain around the Empress's neck, starting to glow bright red.

"Give me your hands, Padawan Andujah," Shaak commanded softly and Reema complied. Soon she was feeling a surge of energy that she had never felt before, one quite different from what emanated from Valles a few weeks earlier. Shaak held her hands for about two whole minutes, while Reema felt herself starting to sweat. Her eyes conveyed a sense of fear, which Shaak detected immediately. As Shaak released her, she then took the young woman in her arms and hugged her, giving off a soothing presence through the Force that started to relax Reema. Something has affected this one. I detect a new presence in her life. There is little doubt her power is massive but at this point, the girl scarcely understands that.

Shaak took a step back and regarded Reema carefully. She then gestured toward a side exit from the room and Reema followed her.

"What do you think of my new home?"

"It's beautiful, Master Shaak." Remembering protocol, she then quickly asked, "May I call you that?"

"That will be fine, dear Reema. I am still the Grand Master of the Order, among my other titles."

As they walked, Shaak eventually led her to the same small room she had taken Leia earlier that week. Reema waited patiently, but this time Shaak served her a warm beverage. As Reema drank it, she felt it creeping into her thoughts, giving an eerie glow to everything. Shaak dimmed the lights and the room took on the same blue hue as her gown. They both sat. Reema had started to relax, but her guard was still up to a degree. Shaak then waved a hand and she surrendered to the Force.

"Do you know why I asked you here today, child?" Shaak asked gently.

Reema shook her head slowly. "No, Master."

"Young Reema … I have observed your progress carefully since you came to me on Chandrila and you joined the Order as a new Acolyte. It has been most remarkable. You have a gift, young one. But now, I would like to hear from you. How do you see yourself, and where would you like to go?"

Reema thought carefully. This doesn't seem like a test, but I suppose it is. There is no way I can hide anything from her.

She turned to face Shaak directly, looking for the white circles around her eyes, but the amulet drew her attention instead, as it continued to glow red and was slowly burning its way into her consciousness.

"Your Majesty, Empress Shaak, I want to serve the Order and the Galaxy to the best of my ability," she heard herself say, and hoped it sounded sincere. "I also want to serve you. Your power and grace are so inspiring."

Shaak merely stared straight ahead, and seemed to be concentrating on something, but Reema could not penetrate her as she reached out to Shaak through the Force. Instead she felt a wave of energy start to soothe her again. Reema sank back in the chair and noticed that she had finished the beverage and strangely wanted more. Shaak remained silent, so the young woman resumed.

"I am ready to do whatever you need me to, Master. I still have so much to learn."

"That you do, young Reema. That you do."

Shaak had consumed her beverage and rose from her seat, and Reema obediently did the same. Shaak then led the Padawan through another couple of doors and they came to another sitting room that resembled a small library, with volumes on shelves going to the ceiling which was about 4 metres high. Shaak sat on a soft velvet covered bench and motioned for Reema to join her. She then stared at her a second and placed an arm around her, again soothing the young woman. This one has been through many difficult ordeals in her young life. I can sense that others have had some undue influence on her. It is time to provide her with a sounder footing. The fear continues to creep through her and it is a potential danger, as her power is great and might be steered in the wrong direction.

Shaak smiled at Reema and hugged her again, as if she were the girl's mother, wanting to drive all pain and fear from her, but this was not easily accomplished. She released the young Coruscanti, then turned the bench to face an adjacent wall that seemed solid. A wave of the Empress's hand and suddenly the wall was bathed in a blue glow. A panel opened and a row of cubic holocrons protruded forward. Shaak led Reema to the objects, and saw the fascination in the girl's eyes. Reema had never seen a holocron up close before but somehow she could feel just how they worked. Shaak selected one of the objects and it floated silently away from the shelf, which retreated back into the wall, which had stopped glowing.

Shaak and Reema returned to the bench and the holocron dutifully followed them. Shaak grasped the object, then handed it to Reema, who looked at her with a sense of wonder, her fear now having subsided.

"I believe you will know how to open this holocron and how to access the contents," Shaak stated softly. "Much of it contains information on the Jedi Order, but there is a section on our new Order and what is required of a Knight. You are nearly qualified to be at that level, but it requires a deep commitment. I cannot will this to happen for you. It is your choice alone, young one. Come now, we have one more item to cover."

Reema rose obediently and followed Shaak through a few more doors and they came to what seemed like a small training room. "I am pleased that you brought your weapon, child. Hand it to me."

Reema unclipped the sabre and gave it to Shaak, who ignited it and carefully studied the amethyst blade while sensing the crystal.

"This sabre is very special. It is much older than you are, dear Reema. How did you come to own it?"

"Your Majesty, an older man in the Underground gave it to me. He said I had earned it, and that he could tell that my training was progressing well under the Agents of Ossus."

Shaak smiled. "Who exactly is this man, child?"

"His name is Mister Menoway. I think he might have been a Jedi Knight in his younger days, but he did not want to talk about his past. He said it didn't matter anymore."

"I see," Shaak replied. "Do you suppose you could tell me how to find this man?"

"Do you want to visit him, Master?"

"Perhaps."

"I could probably find him for you, but I've never known exactly where he lives or stays. He's quite mysterious, but I always felt safe in his presence."

"That is fine, my child." Shaak hugged Reema again. "You have been most helpful."

She switched off the sabre and returned it to the young woman. Then, seemingly from out of nowhere, Shaak's own sabre flew into her hand and had ignited in its pink glow. Reema immediately reignited her own.

"Is this a training session, Master?"

"If you want it to be." Shaak had already removed her blue gown and stood in front of Reema, clad only in a black sports bra with matching tight shorts.

Reema bravely stepped back, held her sabre high and charged the Empress. Shaak smiled, then playfully batted the girl away and flicked her wrist, causing Reema to lose her balance and land on her gluteus maximus. The girl quickly leapt to her feet and took a defensive position. Shaak stepped forward quickly and used a sharp angular strike that shoved Reema backward. Reema was reeling at this point, seemingly at a loss for how to respond. Angrily, she shook her head and doubled her resolve. Using short crossing strikes, with both hands firmly on the hilt, she succeeded in backing Shaak up, so she followed through, only to see the Empress take a quick sideways step and then spin around. Again, Reema found herself on the floor of the training room, and again she jumped up. Shaak nodded in satisfaction, then stepped forward and slashed quickly and ended the short duel as her sabre registered what would have been a killing blow had they not been at training level.

Shaak switched off her blade and extended a hand to Reema, who then stood and bowed before the Empress, graceful in defeat. "You are truly great, Grand Master. So much I have yet to learn, as you said."

Shaak smiled. "But learn it, you shall. I admire your persistence, and the fire that burns inside of you will be most formidable in the future." Shaak quickly donned her gown again, having not even broken a sweat from the short, minute long duel. "I know you will now study the forms on the holocron. Pay particular attention to Form 2, the Makashi style. I feel you are advanced enough to become proficient at it."

"Yes, my Empress. I greatly appreciate your confidence in me." Reema then realized she had sweated quite a bit and Shaak sent a towel her way via the Force. Good thing I didn't wear makeup. I'd be a mess now, Reema thought. She then noticed that the holocron was hovering in the air behind her, as if it were a loyal servant, so she grasped the 200-cc box and carried it separately, as it was too large to fit in her small purse.

Shaak walked the young Padawan out of the training room and back to the ante-room. She then asked for Reema's hands again and then gave her a short burst of warmth, meant to encourage the troubled girl. Reema smiled, then curtsied.

"When will I see you again, Master?"

Shaak chuckled. "Perhaps soon. I shall be observing your progress."

Shaak nodded her head and dipped her shoulders slightly to Reema. She smiled and left the room, leaving the young woman with much to think about.

Lianna (NE Outer Rim), Hordaland District, 1 ABY 1 month, 11 days, 20 hours

A few nights later, during the wintertime for Lianna's northern latitudes, Countess Janne Galtung of Hordaland, a snowy district of Lianna, was sharing an after-dinner nip of an intoxicating liquor, one that had been distilled over the centuries in the district. It was said to "warm the soul as well as the body," and the Countess's family had a proud history of producing this remarkable beverage. Her guest this particular night was Imperial Moff Gafir Stetmene. The occasion was a banquet in honor of Valles's upcoming coronation as Queen of Lianna – still about 45 days away – and the large numbers of visitors planning to be on Lianna for that ceremony. The noble houses of the planet were in friendly competition to see which could honor the Queen in the most tasteful and beautiful way – of course, she would be the sole judge of that, and, Valles, being Valles, would find a way to appreciate everyone's efforts. The Moff, whose territorial jurisdiction was in the southeast of the Mid Rim, had been invited by the Countess to pay his respects on behalf of the Empire and the newly crowned Empress. Stetmene was a rather cunning individual who wanted to always be the "first mover" in a new situation, and he was keen enough to know that showing strong allegiance to Shaak was a shrewd strategy and he also knew the new ruler was rather popular on Lianna as Valles had taken a leading role in the new Galactic government.

Janne had invited him to join her in a small study in her main palace – one of three opulent residences – in the District. He was savoring the Akevitt (a liquor similar to cherry schnapps) and its smooth yet fiery essence. The beverage was usually served chilled in a 10-cc flask, which Stetmene took careful note of before taking a sip.

"Gafir," She purred softly. "Let that sit on your tongue a bit. It will work its magic."

He found the taste most agreeable and consumed another sip. This variety was normally anywhere from 100 to 120 proof so it packed a punch.

"Ah, Countess … your people up here have some rare tastes. I'm glad I came in the winter."

"Perhaps you might join me on the ice tomorrow?" She fluttered her eyelashes and smiled. The lady was attired in a long maroon velvet gown, with a soft fur stole wrapped around her shoulders. For a woman in her mid-50s, she had a certain charm, and the Moff knew it was always a good move to play to her vanity.

"Surely, my Lady. I'll do my best to keep up with you."

She laughed in response, her cheeks reddening slightly. They each took another sip and smiled at each other, whereupon she asked:

"Gafir, do you have some new spice varietals for me to feature in the City at this time?"

"Dear Janne, it so happens that I do – our friends on Oba-Diah have seen to that – and these will be set up for you to sample tomorrow, but I wanted to get your input on another topic."

"And what might that be?"

"A financial opportunity. With the new empress now having been installed on the throne, the word is that she will be loosening the reins when it comes to Galactic banking and securities brokerage."

Janne sniffed, somewhat dismissively, then pondered the idea for a second.

"Gafir, I've never really considered this … of course, on Lianna, that's a rather crowded field. I have a number of firms that handle my various investment portfolios."

"My Lady, I am well aware of that, but there are many parts of the Galaxy that could be ripe for the taking. We would tread carefully, but it's a good time to get started. You understand the concept of "first mover advantage," do you not?

"Oh, indeed, my friend. So what would you consider a good stake?"

"Perhaps a couple hundred million. You'd want to be in position to make a strong statement. That much capital will put you in a good position in the region."

Janne considered the implications of investing this much on a new enterprise, but also understood that those who get in first tend to do best. The Countess loved few things as much as money – and plenty of genuflection from those who served her in Hordaland – and yearned for the day she could be crowned queen of something, anything, considering her good friend Berit of Bergamia was Queen Valles's trusted ally. She took another sip of the Akevitt, then looked the Moff in the eye.

"Where do you propose making the investment?" She asked.

"It just so happens that some associates of mine are engaging in a new venture in the Mid Rim, on the Wheel station. You could be the silent partner, with no up-front exposure."

"I see. Well, I'm interested. The only way you and your friends make out here is if I do, that's how I want it."

"Of course, my Lady. You're going to make a killing. Our friends have banking expertise but are in need of sufficient capital."

"Right," Janne pursed her lips and smiled. "The Wheel, eh? I guess it's a well trafficked location. We could be in position to take advantage of those looking for honest brokers. But I want to run a clean operation. With the new empress in charge of things, we cannot afford to slip up and draw the scrutiny of her beefed up Interior Ministry."

Stetmene nodded. "Yes. From what I've heard, the Imps are going put much effort into policing the Mid Rim and getting syndicate activity under control. There will be much interest in 'sanitizing' operations."

"Exactly." She took another sip. "Well, my friend, I'm ready to turn in for the night. We'll be in touch. You can stay the night here and your ship will be ready for you in the morning. Safe travels."

"Thank you, your Highness. You won't regret this."

"Ha-ha, see that I don't."

AN: The characters of Varda Wahi and Ry Kyver first appear in the work, "Way of a Siluan" (by author "heatherxenia"), which is a different kind of Star Wars novel, that is set in the period ending around 13 BBY. They appear in this work with permission of their creator. That work is also available on the fanfiction platform, and it also features Ahsoka and Shaak in supporting roles.