[b]Office of Grand Vessel Fakeem Suar'kum, Karboria Capital District, Karboria, Sazkar Major[/b]

Fakeem observed the communication between the soldier and the princess from a communications droid in his office. [i]They're certainly more hostile than before...[/i] Fakeem thought to himself. He walked over to one of the large floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the Karboria District, the droid following and continuing to broadcast the transcript. Fakeem took a sip of Bellaran spice tea from a small porcelain cup.

Commander Lano'dum strode in, with a countenance of worry washed over his aging face. "I can surmise that you've been listening to them, Grand Vessel?"

"Yes. Apparently some Republic has been instituted, but what's known of it is so little that we cannot determine what it completely encompasses. This 'Luna' seems to have a more aggressive approach, evident in the way she acts and speaks, so policies with the Pact are probably changing. If you can, send a message to her demanding an immediate trip to Sazkar. We need to have a little meeting."

"Yes, Grand Vessel."