The elevator door opened and four black robed figures, stepped out onto the command catwalk above the ISD Sapphire's bridge. It took only a moment for excitment to get the better of them and they ran over to the navigation holo generator. A fifth in civilian clothes followed them a moment later. "I-See, I told you it was time." Tiri announced. "We're already in the Coruscant system." "Yes," Lonnie conceded, with a glare at his sister. Capt. Gemmon watched their arrival on his bridge with resignation. "Teenagers." They were part of the price he payed for the plum of commanding Lord Taras Steele's personal flagship. "I guess even the Sith get to be young, sir," his exec commented. "I guess so." One of the Sithlings detacted herself from the group and walked to the front of the catwalk. "Hello, Jan," Taras greeted her in Sitha. "Hello, Uncle Tor. Why are we going to Coruscant?" "For the Empress' cruise." "I meant the the reason, not the pretext." "Good, you're paying attention. It is time for you, Lonnie, Tiri and Attiles to see the capital, and to be seen." He smiled. "And of course someone has to keep an eye on Her Majesty's plans." "Is that all?' "Yes, I'm afraid so." He laughed. "Even we Sith aren't always plotting." "I guess not." "Janel." Taras turned and looked at her. "Remember this, the slave girl I bought on Gathros eight years ago, no longer exists. You are are Lady Janel Galthan of House Mathem. Don't let anyone forget that." "I won't, Uncle Tor." Three days and two shopping expeditions later the Taras herded his five teenagers onto a shuttle at the Palace and on up to the ISD Empress. All were dressed in civilian clothes. Tiri, as usual was wearing clothes just a bit fancier than was called for. As soon as the shuttle doors opened the five teenagers boted though them. "It's not right," Lonnie complained as he surveyed the landing bay of the ISD mpress. Azarra's handiwork was everywhere. "No, it's not," Atilles agreed. "I rather like it," Tiri disagreed. "Its softer, more confortable. What do you think, Jan?" "I think it's rather nice." Jan replied. " Not very military, but nice." "It's much nicer than the Sapphire's landing bay." Melody added. "Warships are not supposed to be be soft, or nice." Lonnie snarled. Attiles nodded. "I don't think the Empress counts as a warship any more, boys." Taras interupted. "More like a cruise ship or an over grown yacht." "Jan, Melody, let's go see how the rest of the ship has been improved." Tiri said as he ran though the door into the ship. Jan and Melody followed her. "Come on, boys, it's not that bad." Taras lead the way into the ship and to their staterooms.
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