Jander sighed, a habit picked up from years of human contact, as he walked from the cockpit of his ship to the captain's quarters. Here he was, a Gand, the Kaalif no less, on his way to Hapes. He'd never thought he'd see it happen due to a few unfortunate incidents between Hapes and Gand in the early days of his reign. Sunstar shook his head and shrugged as he approached the room's doors, which opened to admit him.
His ship was a heavily modified Royal Starship, which he'd bought a few months after Endor. He rarely used it, prefering to remain aboard other ships he owned, but took it along for "official business". Jander's ship was painted black, a color he much prefered to the annoyingly obvious silver color that had been common in the late days of the Old Republic. He'd also converted it to be more of a smuggling vessel, increasing it's speed, shielding, maneuverability, and of course weapons along with other systems. It had served well throughout the years.
Inside his cabin, the most luxurious of the four aboard, each better than it originally had been when the ship could hold ten passengers in suites, was Sunstar's wife Tatyana. For the past month they had been travelling together, having tired of thier duties keeping them away from one another. They had begun doing this after Jander's one-hundredth birthday celebration, and would continue doing so indefinately.
"We just cleared outer customs, now we have a three-hour jump to inner customs, once we get through the Trans-Mist Corridor," he informed his wife. Though a noble by birth, he was anything but in personality, thus his use of the slang term for the Transitory Mists that surrounded the Hapes Cluster, restricting entry into a small area.
"Excellent," she replied, winking at him. "I guess I have you all to myself then."
---The next day---
Softly the starship set down on the duracrete platform, guided there by the Kaalif's own hand. From there he returned to quarters, where he begrudgingly pulled on clothing more suitable for his title, though still with signs of the utilty of his normal wear. He also grumbled, leaving behind a host of weapons and only keeping the more ceremonial ones on his person. Finally, they walked down the boarding ramp together and got into the airspeeder that had already been unloaded for transport to the palace.
Ten minutes later they arrived, sending the speeder away on remote, and walked up the steps side-by-side, looking over those who had already arrived.
