Weeks later, Natasi was sitting in her office at 2313 Hours local time, aboard the Concordia. Most of the diplomatic personnel had gone off duty, but as per usual, Natasi found herself wide awake. Her business for the day had concluded, and she was not remotely ready for sleep. Her scheduled call with [member="Darell Irani"] had been canceled, leaving Natasi feeling dejected and irritable, so she had, for the first time in recorded history, nothing to do.
Nothing.
Nothing to do. Not ready for sleep. Nothing she felt like reading in bed. And Dr. Penneford had suggested that she cut back on the gin and tonics, so she no longer even had that little pleasure to rely upon to ease her to sleep. She sat at her desk, legs crossed, one shoe dangling from her toe. Finally, after a few moments, she hit the intercom key. "Sioux? Bring me something from the 'What If' pile." The What If pile was a collection of semi-official projects that the Grand Moff never had time to address, but which she would if she had time. They ranged from addressing constituent concerns to choosing charities to sponsor and chair to approving budgetary deviations -- or disapproving, as the case may be.
Sioux entered a moment later with a folder and handed it to Natasi, then exited. Natasi examined the folder for a moment before noting the seal of the Hall of Records on Galidraan. She picked up a silver letter opener and slit the seal; it could only be one thing. She had sent an inquiry to the records office on Galidraan following yet another claim of relation by an Admiral in the fleet. Normally she wouldn't bother, but this one knew her mother's name -- knew the details of Reima's personality and life. She didn't believe Fiolette Yvarro, but Natasi had enough to request a search.
Half an hour later, Natasi hit the intercom to Sioux. "Get my Admiral Yvarro, please."
[member="Valessia Brentioch"]