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Galactic Standard Calendar Year 4, November 12, 10:00. The Bespin diplomatic fleet, with the Cloud City as its flagship, jumped from Corellia into the Corellian Run hyperspace route. On the 15th at 17:00, the fleet dropped out of hyperspace—at the heart of the galaxy, the capital of the Galactic Republic: Coruscant.
"Honored head of the Bespin delegation, distinguished representatives—welcome to Coruscant!"
A gentle female voice sounded over the public comm channel. A red-and-gray Republic Judicial Forces Dreadnaught-class Heavy Cruiser was closing in on the Cloud City.
(Does this universe have that lost Katana fleet?) Max thought, watching the enormous "electric hair clipper" shape beyond the viewport. On this trip to Coruscant, he planned to dig into that quietly.
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At 18:00, the Cloud City settled smoothly onto a VIP landing platform in the Federal District.
"Hiss—" The hatch opened, and at a glance Max spotted two familiar faces in the welcoming party. (Heh. The reception really isn't low-profile at all.)
"Welcome to Coruscant, Lord Vizsla." An extremely tall, powerfully built blue-skinned man stepped forward. "I am Mas Amedda, Vice Chair of the Galactic Senate. Chancellor Palpatine asked me to convey his greetings, and the Senate's, to you."
"Thank you, Vice Chair Amedda—and please pass along my respects to Chancellor Palpatine and the Galactic Senate."
Right behind Mas Amedda came a kind-faced female Jedi.
"Welcome to Coruscant, Lord Vizsla. I am Depa Billaba of the Jedi High Council. The Jedi Temple salutes you. May the Force be with you."
"May the Force be with us, Master Billaba. Please give my regards to Master Yoda and the Jedi Temple."
Considering the delegation's long travel, the platform welcome didn't include much ceremonial pageantry. After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Max and the others were quickly escorted to ultra-luxury suites on the top floor of the Republic Five Hundred Building.
"At 21:00 this evening, Vice Chair Amedda will host a welcoming banquet for you at Hotel Manarai," a formally dressed Twi'lek female manager explained to Max. "At that time, the hotel's landspeeder will wait for you directly at the suite's attached aerial berth. This is a private dinner—every official, formal engagement will be scheduled for tomorrow and later."
Max waved it off and curled his lip. "I can't wait that long. I'm hungry right now. Prepare the current mainstream Coruscanti attire for me and the delegation members. After we wash up, we'll go eat something first—just to take the edge off."
"As you wish." The Twi'lek woman dipped her head and spoke softly. "Then, may I have the honor of helping you out of your armor—assisting with your bath and change of clothes?"
"You have my thanks." Max nodded. Fine. Saves him from having to call in extra help.
"Clap, clap." The Twi'lek woman gave two light claps, and several scantily dressed Twi'lek girls flowed in, beginning to unfasten and remove Max's armor.
???
(Why isn't it human girls—young or older? Did you people misunderstand my tastes?)
Staring at all the bright, varied colors around him, Max felt a faint prickling at his scalp. But he didn't ask to switch staff, and he didn't say anything more—he simply closed his eyes and "enjoyed" it.
Information like personal preferences—if it can stay hidden—can be useful to keep hidden, Max thought.
"Ooh—so hot—"
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At 20:50, Max's group arrived at Hotel Manarai ten minutes early. From here, you could see Coruscant's famous landmark: the highest peak of the Manarai Mountains—the only exposed stretch of natural surface on the entire planet, Umate Peak.
This welcoming banquet had no Jedi present. Everyone attending was Coruscanti elite. Among them were more than a few faces the transmigrator recognized.
"This is Senator Mon Mothma," Mas Amedda introduced. "She is the representative from Chandrila (star chart coordinate: L-9), and the youngest senator in the Galactic Senate."
"Hello, Lord Vizsla." The young senator extended her hand, looking a little shy.
"Hello, Senator Mothma." Max smiled and shook her hand.
For a transmigrator, seeing a familiar character from the original story felt… strange in a way he couldn't quite name. But it made him smile from the heart—and by coincidence, it also caused certain people to misunderstand.
"…a flawless, practiced political smile—warm and disarming; a mature politician…" someone wrote rapidly behind a monitor.
"You have a very nice smile."
"That's only because your stunning beauty is reflected in my eyes."
"This is Senator Oshadam," Mas Amedda continued. "She is the new representative from the Chommell sector, an outstanding politician whom even Chancellor Palpatine greatly respects."
"Hello, Lord Vizsla."
"Hello, Senator Oshadam. I've heard much about you."
Max was quite familiar with Senator Oshadam by name. Her predecessor was none other than the kindly Chancellor Palpatine. In the original timeline, the one who would succeed her two-plus years later was the current Queen of Naboo, Padmé Amidala.
Next, the "companion guest" Mas Amedda introduced made Max and his people struggle to keep straight faces.
"This is Mr. Almec. He is the former representative senator for the Mandalore sector, and his term ended just last month. Soon, he will accept Duchess Satine's invitation and take a position in the New Mandalorian government—continuing to serve the people of the Mandalore sector in another capacity."
"Hello, Lord Vizsla. Later, you must drink a few more cups—for Mandalore." Almec said with a smile.
"Hello, Mr. Almec. I'll drink a few more cups—this is the Way." Max replied.
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"Mr. Almec," after the banquet ended, Max called out to stop him. "May I have a word, privately?"
"As you wish. Of course."
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PS: In the old Legends Thrawn Trilogy, in 46 BBY, Rendili StarDrive delivered 200 advanced, improved Dreadnaught-class Heavy Cruisers to the Judicial Forces. The lead ship of that batch was named Blade, and the fleet was therefore called the Katana fleet (Blade fleet).
Unfortunately, before the Katana fleet's maiden voyage, its crews were infected by a hive virus that drove them insane. During the launch ceremony, the maddened crews commandeered the entire fleet and jumped into hyperspace—vanishing without a trace.1
PPS: Master Depa Billaba is not human, but Chalactan. She is Mace Windu's Padawan and Kanan Jarrus's Master.
PPPS: Mon Mothma was born on Chandrila in 48 BBY. In 32 BBY, at age sixteen, she became the youngest senator in Galactic Senate history.
PPPPS: Almec having once served as the Mandalore sector's senator before becoming Prime Minister of the New Mandalorians is not an official setting—it is the author's added interpretation.
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