Apartment 1130-D : Elite Tower

[John Hammond]

The transport ships in which Jalua and John went, landed silently in a back alley of the massive corellian city. The place was just a few clicks away from Hammond's apartment. He got off, and walked through the large and rustling city streets, guarded by two shock troopers. When arriving, John turned to Jaua.

This place will be great to think things out and hide from Daunting's men. Please, feel as if you're home.

OOC: sorry for not getting on, i didn't know you were waiting for me, and i've been busy as my father was recently operated and have passed much time in the hospital.

[Jalua Solast]

OOC: Sorry, is he getting better?

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Jalua looked around at the apartment, she was impressed. Wanting to thank the Supreme Commander, she wondered how to do it, but without thanked leapt forwards and hugged him. "Thank you" she whispered. Taking a step back, she looked around once more and finally sat down once she had examined where she would be sleeping.

[John Hammond]

Yeah, of course.

John waved at his two guards, who relaxed and waited outside of the apartment. John took of his helmet. His face was quite well-kept for being asleep for so many years. The little wrinkles above his eyes showed his expertise, as he said:

I believe we should move soon, even if we are safe here, Daunting was a good friend of mine. But, the first priority now is your father's boyd and yourself. Where do you want him to be buried?

He sat down in one large white couch, where a small protocol droid came and offered some food and drinks. As well, a tank of bacta was placed in the table, for those in need.

[Jalua Solast]

Jalua was surprised to see how young the Supreme Commander looked. Although she didn't know his true age, she sensed a lot of wisedom. "Personally, I think here or Gyndine. Corellia is where my father studied several times and Gyndine is where the Coalition will most likely base it's activities. If i had to choose between both of them, I'd choose Corellia" she decided after much thought. She was still sadend by her father's fate, something which also surprised her greatly. She had promised to go to the Jedi Council and be ready to fight the Sith, but this somehow seemed a lot more important to her. Her responsabilities would now be split between being a Jedi Knight and maintaining an inherited Empire. Both of her careers showed true potential, but she didn't really want to give up either, both were now close to her heart.

[John Hammond]

Ok. Perfect. We'll start organizing the funeral right away. Your father deserves a funeral which shows his great status.

John signalled to a man, who got right to it.

Call Admiral Zorko and all the relatives and friends. Let's get some sleep Jalua, we need the rest.

[Jalua Solast]

Jalua thanked the aide with a nod, showing a bit of her Jedi kindness through her broken exterior. "Thank you for all your help, i am in your debt". With a simple Jedi bow, Jalua collected her things and headed to get some sleep. Meanwhile, the Imperial Coalition was beginning to learn of her whereabouts but so too was her enemies.

[Jalua Solast]

Jalua arose to silence. It was strange and at first, uncomfortable to her, but without the roar of the galaxy, she finally found some comfort. It took a moment for her to recall all what had happened within the last few days. Her father now dead, the throne waiting her claim and the galaxy a frightened place. Jalua finally left her temporary quarters when ready, in a new set of clothes which seemed to have appeared in a wardrobe. All of the clothing seemed to fit her perfectly, someone knew how to impress. The room where she had been taken had nobody within, althought outside she felt the presence of two guards and someone else.

[Jalua Solast]

After speaking to the guards and was given the ability to speak with Admiral Nubai, she decided to arrange the plans for the funeral. Corellia seemed to be a good choice, so with the Supreme Commander's approval, she would get some land acquired and get construction started immediately on a memorial. With a swift wave of her hand, the screen floated into nothingness and then back into focus with the images of Dan Zorko and John Hammond. Once she got through to both of these respected people, she begun to speak "Friends, this is Jalua. I'm going to get my father buried on Corellia, you are welcome to attend. It should be sometime next week so if you wish to come to Corellia early, you are more than welcome to. I can give you further details if you chose to attend, we might also be able to sign those pacts at last".

[Dan Zorko]

Dan's image gave a slight shimmer as he nodded. "Of course, Empress, I will be attending. I will depart as soon as you give me details."

[Jalua Solast]

"Excellent, I shall arrange for your safe passage to Corellia and then an escort to the building here. The sooner you can arrive, the better" Jalua replied with a thankful breath of air and a smile.

[John Hammond]

John was not with Jalua at the moment of the message, and when it arrived, he just took note of it. He was already here and had already told Jalua he'd stay for the funeral. He made himself available for anything needed, and waited normally as the days passed in his elite loft.

[Jalua Solast]

A few days had passed and the funeral had been arranged. The coffin had been covered with the flag of the Imperial Coalition. It was a golden crown on a red covered background, black lines formed to make the symbol of a huge star, stretching from corner to corner. Lot's of the military was here too, including the '1st Royal Support Group' and the '2nd Royal Defence Fleet' forming up in orbit and the skies above the funeral ground. Starfighter squadrons would prepare to make a flypast at the end of the funeral. The army had recently arrived on Corellia too, having the '1st Royal Dragons' taking the ceremonial duties for the burial and latter tasked with the coronation. These were the highest trained soldiers and most loyal in the Imperial Coalition, their presence would give a depth of importance.

With a simplistic set of clothing for the occasion, Jalua would not stand out of the crowd. Outside the apartment, a squadron of hover cars crawled to a stop and awaited her approach. With last minute preparations, Jalua was almost ready.

[Dan Zorko]

The Talon's Revenge popped out of hyperspace, along with her escort of 2 DP-20 frigates. Dan stood on the bridge of the Nebula-class Star Destroyer, talking to the leader of the Renegades, who had docked inside the ship before they left. "Thank you for allowing us to attend." said the Renegade leader. "It is no problem." said Dan. "I know you somewhat had an attachment with the late Admiral from escorting him to pik up the Republic Special Forces." The man nodded. "I will talk to the Empress, and try to set something up." said Dan. "Thank you sir." said the pilot.

"Sir, exiting hyperspace." called a crewmember. Dan activated the comm. "This is Admiral Zorko calling the Imperial Copalition. Do you copy?"

[Jalua Solast]

Admiral Nubai who had landed with the Royal Fleets had taken priority control of Black Moon clearance. "This is Admiral Nubai. Glad to see you again, you have been given special privileges to orbit your fleet into outer orbit, along our current sphere. Craft may descend to the following coordinates, sending them to you now". Admiral Nubai nodded to an officer who immediately handled the sending of the information to the allied fleet. He himself was preparing for the funeral, wearing his official admiralty uniform for the occasion. He too would be there when the event started.