Above the quiet world of Calan, the black space canvas yawned open and revealed a vortex of blue and white. From the bright swirling maw leapt forth a medium sized Coruscant-class corvette. It drifted idly until it was greeted by a quartette of starfighters, the smaller ships first circled the corvette then matched it's speed and flanked it on it's descent towards the planet...

"Calan Control, this is The Peko Albatross II requesting permission to land."

"This is Calan Control. Please state your business with Calan, Peko Albatross."

"Peko Albatross here, carrying the ambassadors from Coruscant to meet with representatives of The Confederacy. Transmitting clearance code now, Calan Control."

"Clearance code accepted, Peko Albatross. Please proceed to Docking Pad 085. Over."

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For the last thirty minutes, Loki had been pacing the span of the viewport in the mess hall. His hood was drawn over his head, it had been there to shield out the brilliant hyperspace light pouring in through the glass, now it remained for comfort. He stopped and turned to stare out of the window; Calan was in sight and he sighed.

"Finally! I was wondering what would come first: Calan or my next brithday." He pulled his hood back and sat at a small table upon which sat a half-chewed zansar sprig. He clasped his hands, rested them in the folds of his brown robes and leaned back in his seat.

"How do you think the Confederacy will deal with the proposal?"