A blaster bolt shattered a brick in the wall next to Flandry's head. He turned and watched as a squad of storm troopers found and killed the rebel sniper. Amateur, Flandry thought, and moved on though the ruined streets of Tomaric. This operation was over. The half dozen pro-alliance noble families here on Dridar were now out of the business stockpileing weapons to support a future rebel advance. Flandry decided he could safely leave the mop up to Col. Jandar and the 926th Storm Trooper regiment. Time to start hunting the next rebel operation. "Capt. Flandry, sir." "What is it Colten?" He turned to face the 926th's assistant communications officer. "An urgent signal for you from Coruscant, sir." He held out the cube. Flandry took the message and slipped it into his datapad. He waited a moment wile the pad decoded the text and then read it. Captain Sir Dominik Flandry, INI His Majesty requests that you attend when he holds court at Port Lansing, May 27. An Imperial summons? What could that be about? Flandry thought. Well, one does not disapoint his Majesty. "Colton, I need a schuttle to take me to Port Lansing. see to it." "Yes, sir." A week later Flandry in dress uniform stood among the crowd outside the temporary Imperial Throne Room at Port Lansing. He watched the entrances and exits. The exits tended to be more intersting. The best was when Lady Darana came out dragging her lieutenant Rook behind her. The rest of the Household following close on her heels. Finaly his turn came and he was sent into the Throne Room. For a momment Flandry studied the group on the platform at the front of the room. The Emperor himself sat on a large chair in the middle of course, with the Empress Azarra in a smaller chair on his left and Prince Trinian and Princess Raven on his right. Trinian appeared to be ignoreing the proceedings in favor of a book. Beyond Raven the Sibyl sat on the floor and Lord Taras Steele stood behind the Imperial Family. He approached the Throne and knelt. "Your Majesty." "Ah, Capt. Flandry, good to see you." "I am honored by your invitation, Your Majesty." He paused. "But unsure of the reason." "You are here because I have decided to make you director of Imperial Intelligence. You will assume your new duties at once." "Thank you, Your Majesty." "You may go." Flandry stood and backed out of the Throne Room. Once the doors closed behind him Flandry stopped to think. What crime have I commited that I deserve to trapped behind a desk on Coruscant?
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