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Tarna entered through the magnificent gates into the Kuat Palace. The giant building was a huge command and control center for the entire Empire, not to mention the seat of all Galactic power. Needless to say, it was a foreboding building.
As he walked through the halls, the Dark Lord got mixed reactions from people. He always got respect, but what kind of respect? On one hand, he was the head of the Royal Guard and a close advisor to the Emperor. On the other hand, he was Grand Moff. The Office of the Emperor not-so-subtly hated the Moff's Council - or anyone who tried to weaken the Emperor as several Moffs do. Tarna was a symbol of these power-grabbers, even though he greatly supported the Emperor.
The Emperor's Deputy Chief of Staff, a Mon Calamari male named Flan Mekdor, walked up to Tarna in the hallway and joined him in walking to the meeting.
"Good morning, my Lord. We're concerned with sending a huge presence. The Emperor is concerned it will spark more attacks, rather than stop them. He also wants me to tell you that your role in this meeting is to be reserved to appropriations...and rallying the Moffs. He'll handle the deal with the Governor about going before the Council and how much to ask for."
The Grand Moff simply kept walking. Mekdor's large eyes gazed at Tarna. Finally, he spoke. "Lord Tarna?"
Tarna showed no emotion as he said, "I know what my job is sometimes, Flan, I just hope my being at this meeting doesn't endanger the Governor." _________________

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