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(( Hey! Nelo's stealing my dialect! eek ))

Iria had once heard that many years ago, her "mother" too had a custom suit of armor. Never mind the fact that her "mother" passed on decades before.
The reason for that was logical, for she was a clone of, in the opinion of Emperor Fel, one of the finest female soldiers of her era, and then, after the fall of Palpatine, one of the finest Jedi.
Of course, Iria only knew of her host from the few holos that were well over a century old.
Once in a while, I see her in my dreams. Her achievements are many, ones to be proud of. But, who was she really?
Once in a while, she experienced vivid dreams of a life, one of joy and leisure, with nothing to do with the Empire of old, nor that of the Jedi. Are these dreams the memories of my host?
Iria merely shook her head, as she enjoyed her evening meal, wondering if her host enjoyed the same things. She had no particular duties at this point in time, so it was the perfect time to reflect on those thoughts, holding them at bay whilst on duty.

Freya excitedly bounded to the landing pad where the Aldera Ballet was parked. Some would have said that she didn't look like much, but despite that, the ship had many modifications, including a super fast sub-light engine.
"Like, I sure hope those Imperial creeps aren't in system trying to pull a fast one!" Freya snarled. She then motioned for Rusty to get aboard the ship as she met Gorwooken. "Like, totally overjoyed to come home?" she playfully asked the big wookie.
As Freya took the captain's seat, Rusty busied himself with inputting the coordinates to Kashyyk, jacking himself into the ship's computer. "In putting the coordinates now," the droid stated. As he did so, were he capable of showing consternation, he most likely would have, as he took in the odd dialect of the Aldera Ballet's main computer, supposing that it has spent some time in Freya's company. "Well! It seems the main computer has picked up some rather, shall I say, interesting words. I don't suppose the ship learned such words from you?"
"Who, me?" Freya said, flashing an "I'm innocent!" gesture at the droid. "As if!" She then turned to Gorwooken. "Gorry, I give you the honor of firing up the engines."

(( Padme: I assume that Aurora - and possibly Sapphire - are also in tow? ))

Freya smiled as the ship hummed to life, with raw star power beneath it's landing pads. "I'll take us out, Gorry." she said, flicking on the comm to Bespin Traffic control. "Bespin Control, this is Aldera Ballet, requesting clearance for take-off,"
"Permission granted. Clear skies, Lady Starsinger!" came the enthusiastic reply from the comm. With that, the ship hovered a few feet above the landing pad, it's landing gears retracting, as it's nose gradually pointed skyward.
And then, it was off, as Freya coaxed speed from the ship. It sailed through Bespin's upper atmosphere as a pair of Cloud Cars escorted the freighter, breaking off and heading back as they left the gas giant's atmosphere, and sailed into the cosmos.
"Hey, any part of our exit vector point us in the direction of Imperial territory?" Freya queried, taking in the spectacle of the stars.
"Yes," Rusty replied. "We'll be facing Coruscant, Imperial Center, just before making hyperspace. Though," he added, "I'm afraid I'll regret inquiring why you wish to know,"
"Ah, there it is," Freya laughed, looking in Coruscant's general direction, just before turning the ship towards Kashyyk. "Like, totally eat my stardust, you barved vrelts!" she exclaimed, casting a rather obscene gesture in Coruscant's general direction.

((did I miss something or did Brundhilt just change her name?))

The Imperial yacht Temptation emerged out of hyperspace around Bastion, the Empire's most fortified world. Just to get in, a normal traveler would have to have authorization which was rrequired to have been obtained up to two months in advance, pass through a space-bound security check, land and go through more security, before being allowed onto the streets. Imperial Center itself was closed to the public on most days, and few people ever knew when the Emperor was on the planet.

Luckily, the passengers of Temptation were not regular travelers. A high-level security clearance allowed Vaan and his crew to only face a ground-security check, that too a private one, before being allowed to take an anonymous underground shuttle system to Imperial Center, and even more importantly, Imperial Palace. Once they arrived at Center, several heads were raised to them, most personell were either old politicians or armor clad soldiers. Three Chiss was the last thing anyone would ever expect to see.

"Back to my own people," Seifer said as they passed two Knights who offered him a greeting as the group made its way to Imperial Center. Once inside the palace, they were forced to seal their weapons, and security was hard to get through: two manual checks and detectors all throughout the main hall.

In addition, Ashe and Varl were lead into a different room to wait, and Seifer put a blinder over Vaan's eyes and led him into the Emperor's room. While at one point it was rather ridiculous, it did the trick. A camera would relay a virtual picture of the Emperor in a super-imposed background, making it impossible for any visitor to know where they were, minimizing any type of terrorist attempt.

Once they reached the throne room, Seifer and Vaan stood at attention. While Vaan was looking at a pre-recorded picture of Fel with audio being streamed, Seifer was allowed free audience under a code of silence. The first thing that came to his mind was that the Emperor was in street clothes: a vest, shirt and common pants.

"Greetings Roan," Vaan said in Cheunh.

"Hello again Vaan," Fel said in Basic. "What brings you here, my friend?"

"The Ascendancy wishes a formal alliance with you," Vaan said, cutting to the chase. "They are unsure about your intentions otherwise."

Seifer did not see the Emperor show any emotion.

"You have my approval," Fel said. "However, that is unfortunately not enough," he added. "My vote is only one-third, the Moff Council and the Imperial Knights may overrule me," he said glumly.

"I understand," Vaan replied before Seifer cut in.

"Your Majesty, this issue was recently discussed amongst the Moff Council and the Knights, in the event that the Chiss were to propose," Seifer said while fishing out a datapad and uploading a file to the mainframe.

"Here is Moff Veed's signature," he said. "And here is the signature of Paladin Draco," he added.

Fel stirred as Seifer could see, and there was no dismay in his voice.

"Very well. The Empire and the Chiss Ascendancy are now all but allied," Fel said. "Vaan, you are now free to operate under the highest level of Imperial clearance. Should you see anything suspicious, or counterrebellious, feel free to use it to your advantage," Fel added. "I am assigning the Stormhawk with a platoon of stormtroopers to show your new status."

"Thank you," Vaan said.

"Someone will have to return to Csilla to discuss this officially," Fel said. "I'll dispatch an ambassador right away," he said. "You are dismissed."

"One last thing. I was on Bespin, apparently there's some supreme tax-evasion going on in a group called the Community," Vaan said. "I think the administator is involved."

"Thank you for your audience," Vaan said as he and Seifer left the room

((Oh, I thought you had given me something to rp with...))

(( Psst!
Shinn: you *might* want to edit. ))