Nadia sat on a piece of broken stone beside one of the streets of Coronet City. The sun was shining and warmed her. During the fighting, there was so much smoke and ash that very little real sunlight got through. It had been three months since they had returned and it had been an eventful three months. Pockets of resisting Imperials who had been abandoned were still putting up fights. Criminals were running rampant and had to be pacified and the crowds of refugees were only growing. Constantly, requests were sent for ever more supplies and when they arrived, it was usually just enough.

About a month in, the wealth of Alderaan became the closest friend Corellia had. Relief workers and resources from Houses Organa, Alde, Panteer and others came pouring in, relieving much of the stress. Construction droids from Balmorra, modified combat units with programming and appendages changed, began showing up shortly after that. Even so, the work was too slow. It would be years before Corellia was able to start producing and thriving again.

Even so, a lot of progress had been made. Nadia thought back through the past couple days. She had discovered, much to her chagrin, that her beloved master had put a shield around them in case one of them had been the First Son and only remembered that he had because one of the Sith had tried to break Nadia's mind and yet, she hadn't felt a thing. She had been angry at that, shutting herself off from him for the rest of the day. When they were alone back on the ship, she had very diplomatically and respectfully explained why it was such a hair brained thing to do and why she was so upset. If the First Son had been her and Des had tried to block him, he would have put himself against the will of the Emperor himself.

After the discussion, Des had expressed his understand and things went back to normal. Well, as normal as things ever were in their lives.

With a sigh, Nadia stood and headed back towards the command center. She and Des weren't very active anymore since most of the fighting was done and there were plenty of volunteers and such to pass out supplies and comforts. For the most part, Des just advised and Nadia walked among the refugees, encouraging and comforting where she could. Des had told her that just seeing a friendly, beautiful face would do a planet of good.

When she entered the headquarters, Des smiled and said, "We'll be heading back to Coruscant the day after tomorrow. Apparently the Senate is ready for the celebration and we were invited."

"No surprise there;" said Nadia. "So, what are we doing these last few days?"

Nedeser shrugged. "Same as we have been. Apparently Sarkhai is sending supplies and the Voss are sending a few more healers to help with that outbreak of sickness. The Rift Alliance is really proving its worth - again."

Nadia nodded. It seemed that, for once and if only for a moment, the galaxy was making honest and obvious moves towards peace.

Updated 12.07.2017