The Republic was fraying. In the Outer Rim, entire sectors slipped into Separatist control, and faith in Coruscant’s promises had begun to rot. A young, but daring senator had been tasked with a goodwill mission to Caldores V, a neutral system leaning precariously toward secession.

Veyra Damaris had accompanied him, one of only three Senate Guards still trusted with off-world assignments.

The diplomatic cruiser hummed softly as it entered hyperspace. The corridor lights dimmed to travel mode, casting long shadows between polished bulkheads. Veyra walked with quiet steps, the ceremonial blue of her armor catching glints of starlight from the viewport slits.

She stopped outside the senator’s quarters, keyed in her access code, and stepped in.

Veyra gave him a brief nod and took off her helmet.

“Senator. Can I have two minutes of your time?”