[i]This might actually be the worst hiding place ever. Of all time.[/i] thought Adam to himself. He knew that Eskel didn't have very long to find him a decent hiding place, but the garbage disposal was literally the last place Adam wanted to be. Still, for the greater good of the galaxy, he held his nose and vowed to burn his clothes once this was all over.

In spite of the terrible smell, he concentrated on keeping himself still and quiet. It would only be a matter of time before the Stormtroopers brought in a scanner to thoroughly search the ship, and he had to make his move before. In the meantime, he reached deep into the Force and listened. 

Eventually, the patter of boots on the durasteel flooring ceased, and Adam decided it was now or never. He pulled himself out of the garbage disposal and into the corridors of the ship. Silently, he left the vessel, hiding behind whatever he could find. Once on the docking bay, he saw it sat above a beautiful blue river. Much of the planet was beautiful in fact. To Adam's eyes, it all seemed so peaceful and tranquil. [i]Damn shame the Empire ruined this place. Just like every other world they touch.[/i] 

The river below him seemed only a short distance. No reason to not to jump and it might even clean up his clothes a bit. Before taking the plunge, Adam hoped Kijani and Eskel were safe and that Yoda had some sort of plan.
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"Sir." said the young bridge officer to his commander. "We've received a new signal coming out of hyperspace. It's... an X-wing fighter."

Moff Tiaan Jerjerrod couldn't believe his ears. The rebels sent a single fighter to attack the Death Star? It was absurd to the point of farce. 

"The fool must have a death wish. Prepare the turbolasers and blast him from the stars." Moff Jerjerrod said backhandedly. "Let's give him what he wants."

"Sir, the X-wing has sent a comms signal. They are [i]requesting permission to land?"[/i] the last four words were asked as an incredulous question. At this, even the Moff failed at hiding a laugh. "Perhaps they are surrendering. Order them to docking bay twelve and have a squad of troopers down there to meet me. I want to meet this being, whoever they are.
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Eskel walked along side his [i]fiance[/i] mightily impressed by her display of royal anger. He knew that someday she would make a fearsome queen. 

Escorted away from their ship, the pair of royals were lead up a massive set of steps towards the Palace. Waiting for them was a man of middle age, once tall and proud but now looking haggard and exhausted. His hair was brown, but greying at the temples. His clothes, however, were richly cut and decorated. 

"Greetings, my son. And you must be Princess Kijani." said the elder Veruna. Though he meant his words to be kind, Eskel could hear the stress in his father's voice. Something was seriously wrong, here.

Before Eskel could get a word in, his father put his hand up. "I have made a deal with the empire that should keep them out of our affairs forever. Thanks to you and our new benefactor, Naboo can be free and protected. He would certainly love to meet you both. As the trio entered the palace, the stormtroopers held their position at the top of the stairs. Taking their place were new guards, but they didn't look like any Imperial troops Eskel had ever seen before. These men wore armor and robes as red as blood and carried pikes instead of blasters. Every move they made was measured and controlled, like a predator waiting for the slightest advantage before attacking it's prey. These new guards lead them into a large foyer with yet more steps. The figure standing at the top turned his head towards Kijani, and the massive weight of the dark side filled the room. 

"[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7jlTj-K-lac]Ah... the young princess.[/url] I am honored to finally meet you face to face after hearing so much about you. Now, I imagine we will have a great deal of time together while we await for your father." The man's presence was suffocating. Far stronger than Vader's and even more endless. Looking upon his shriveled white face was like looking into an abyss. An abyss where no light or hope could escape from.