It was only a mere nine hours before Vesias was in veiw. Null watched as the massive craft efficiently and immediately began scanning and firing on the planet. Anywhere alot of life was, the Empirial cruisers fired a steady stream of laser fire. As orbital baombardments go, this one was particularly devastating. The crust of the planets land masses actually began to glow  from the heat. Waves of ships attempted escape, but a gravity well kept them all from jumping into hyperspace, and the mass number of Tie Claw Fighters on standby prevented anyone from attempting a sublight escape. It was the perfect attack to begin her campaign. It sent a message that couldn't be ignored...

[center]*   *   *   *   *[/center]

The mood upon their arrival on Concordia was one of celebration, and the Mandalorian prime minister was happy to comply. There was drinks, debauchery and combat entertainment, and even Null took part. By the time they had arrived, Lianna's armor had been fitted to her, and Null could relax and not worry about Vader for awhile. She ended up quite drunk, and took part in quite a few challenges. Of course excelling at each one, despite her inebriated state. Truth be told, Vader had never let her get drunk. While he never expressly forbade it, she never felt comfortable with imbibing toxins in the Imperial City. She even got ahold of the attention of two lovely Zabrak women, who now were accompanying her by the shoulder. It was a revelrous night. Null only hoped her new apprentice was enjoying it as well. Command had a certain... decadence to it.