In a contingent of Kro Var vessels, Royalty descends upon a small world within the surrounding territory of an Empire that dwarfed the small existence of the Kro Var Empire, exemplifying it's goals. It was here however, in search of a friend. Not particularly with the faction effected by this small voyage, but one far off in the distant horizon. A small jewel in the sky harboring friends of one similar to the one, that these strange, primitive peoples have come from. To Dathomir, they venture, but through three mighty Empires must they first, pass through.
That first mighty Empire, was a strange place that these strange people could not particularly understand, above a world under protection of the Omega Pyre Protectorate. It was an Empire, not to be trifled with, as if they had ever saw the Kro Var as some sort of target, they could very well wipe away their existence in this cosmos forever; and as far as they understood, they could very well be paid to do it. This made the Emperor Etarn very cautious about this place, weary that at any moment they may instead intend to strike them dead. It would most certainly be an opportune time for them, as without the Emperor, most likely the entire system would collapse in civil war once more.
Even more dangerous, he had decided to bring his daughter with him, the heir to the Empire. He had various other children that could fill in her role, should she parish with him, but this would be against everything he had ever dreamed of. He didn't dare however, to exclude the Throne to the next of kin to his daughter should he and she die, in his will, least they try to make an opportunity of it. But at any rate, the Emperor and his Princess had gone on a trek across the Galaxy to meet old friends of whom Kro Var had not yet met. He brought her along to teach her the game of politics and diplomacy, and little Ruye Etarn, is frustrated with her father, wanting no part in anything he has to do as Emperor.
Princess Ruye Etarn, sat upon the bridge of the ship, seated next to the Great Throne of the Emperor Haru Etarn, the legendary Earth Shaper and Savior of Kro Var. The young 16 year old girl, looked away from her father at the stars of this alien world, slouching in boredom, with her head propped up by her arm. Beside her, her father sat straight up, in absolute perfect posture. His face was stern, and ever-serious. His beard was to a point, and his head gleaming slightly. His bright yellow robes were wrapped around him, with his hands in his large sleeves. She didn't understand him one bit, and hardly tried to. A communications officer asked for the Emperor's message. Patching it through, the officer listened as his Emperor spoke.
"I am Emperor Haru Etarn, of the First Kro Var Empire. I come to this world, on the edge of your borders, to request passage through your territory, upon this Trade Spine, apparently owned by the world of Corellia. I request to you, a proposition that may lead to further business and friendship, between Kro Var, and your vast and great... Empire." Her father managed, unsure exactly what to call the Omega Pyre technically.
"To the benefit of us both, I ask that we may meet diplomatically, to allow us passage in the future, and other agreements that we may settle on. How do you respond, to our humble request?" He father finished. Ruye rolled her eyes, so bored she attempted to get out of her seat to explore the ship, but was quickly stopped, as her father grabbed her dress, without breaking his gaze with the planets surface. Scrunching her face, she sat back down, with a loud harrumph.