[h1][center]The Rising[/center][/h1]
[h2][center]Coruscant[/center][/h2]

The sky was dazzling and the air crisp in the cool down of the slowly but surely setting sun of Coruscant. The hundreds, if not thousands, of speeders and freighters traveled easily above glass domed penthouse ballroom of one of the planet's more prestigious hotels. Dozens of people mingled and mixed under the clear as day roof- laughter and music filling the air. Dresses glittering and hairs slicked back with various tongues being spoken while indulging on things not under their wallet. It was a rather formal event and much more showy than most thought the hosts were able to produce. All would see kind and up lifting should it not be the for hosts of the party not yet arriving. 

The hosts of the party being credited to The First Order- currently the laughing stock of all the political parties; deemed nothing more than the pathetic mash of what was left of the now disbanded Empire. Many believing them to be nothing more than place holders until they were simply chipped away at and disappeared like the Empire before them. However, it would be known to the shadows that this mind set was far from being even remotely true. The First Order had simply been a fall back plan in the foreseen demise of the Empire. True, it had begun as weak and rather pathetic at how it began but as time passed the strength and hidden power swelled. Deals and whispered allegiances given to the Rise of The First Order- a much more promising and ruthless cause. For now The First Order would smile as needed, speak when needed and act as needed; simply waiting until their moment of power presented itself.

The ones behind the scene of The First Order should be arriving at any moment to enact their plans but those who knew of what was to come were more than willing to take their time in maintaining their appearances and bide their time. After all, what was to come was going to affect the Galaxy-may as well look good for it.