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There were two dozen people aboard the shuttle, mostly junior enlisted -- spacers and petty officers from six species and ten worlds, along with a few junior officers, to judge by appearances -- but not one of the others had someone waiting in the shuttle bay just for them. Rosa thought there was something familiar about the cheerful rating that escorted her to Commander Cyn, but she couldn't place the woman.

She hadn't expected a Miraluka, but the tell-tale band across the man's eyes made that clear. There weren't many of them in the Republic Navy, and even nearly twenty years after his death, the shadow of the fallen Miraluka Jedi who became Darth Pauran still lingered. If a human or a Duros or Twi'lek became a Dark Lord of the Sith -- well, there a great many others out there who were not. Alpheridies was a member in good standing of the Republic, but few Miraluka left their homeworld, and few outsiders came there.

"I've got a problem I think you can help me with, Lt." He said. "Lizsen Corse was supposed to be my exec. But she's going to be unavailable. My tactical officer is rather too junior to get another stripe. And the personnel department seems very uncooperative when a frigate commander tries to poach Lt. Commanders from cruisers or battleships. On the other hand, we have to be on our way in less than a week. And when we have three of Padme Solo's finest on board, and tactical officer with a serious case of hero worship for one of your mother's old friends, I thought you might work out. Of course, if you want the job, you'll need this."

He put a narrow box on his desk.