Unmoving Nom Anor was observing the scene unfold before him. Lotva Shai was talking as Calista Darkston with the new found Emperor. Or rather the husband of the Empress.
He wondered why he had not had the guts to lead himself? Is it now that the infidels only follow strong women? Have the males turned that submissive?
He had studied this galaxy’s history for many years, the New Republic was lead by strong woman and when a man - or rather a Bothan took over it went all down the road, but that was also Shimrra’s doing.
This Lord or whatever he thought of himself just looked like this mad clone Lotva killed some time back. It might be her pleasure to send him to the same destination.
The conversation was rather boring, he insisting in joining and Lotva rudely refusing. Maybe those liked rude conversation.
Though then the mood shifted, this not Mad Clone seemed to have noticed something was off, subtle shifts in language, spoken as well as body. His muscles tensed, reading himself to fight and jump though he tried to relax so that the hidden amphistaff would not react at all and stay quiet for the time being. He wondered if the three warriors have noticed it too.

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