Adrestia stepped toward the center of the podium. There were camera flashes and reporters posing questions she had no intention of answering, so she took her time. She slowly but confidently sashayed her way to the mic, adding just a dash of sexy to her mystique.

“Hold your questions until after please,” Adestia announced as an opening comment. The crowd of reporters erupted into dissent. “Hold your questions until after I have my say,” she said in an authoritative manner that made the most excitable reporter shrink back, even if they didn’t actually understand that they were doing so.

“I know I’m new here. But so are millions of others,” the elf like woman announced, emphasizing millions, giving an obvious nod to District VI, where refugees were clustered. “Some human, but others of a different variety, some rich but others poor,” Adrestia said bringing attention to Districts V and VII; the so called Down Zone and the Alien District respectively. These were her bases of support. Together the three districts formed a slight majority of the population but were only thought to be the dregs of Eden Society by those who lived in districts I, II, III and IV. The dregs had a vote but no corporate backing and therefore no money flow. So their political pull had been close to nil until now. Until Adestia and until Liath CO.

“Eden has always been ordered through backroom deals in smoke filled rooms in Uptown Office Spires or seedy Downtown Casinos.” She said looking in the faces of those cheering her on, from the back of the reporters. “But with me as Governor of all of Eden you will have a say, you will have representation; you will have a voice!” the woman who was a Gray Jedi unbeknownst to her adoring public said, as the public erupted in cheers.

That speech blasted through every holoscreen, in every establishment, on the entire planet. Her poll numbers were shooting up and up with every public appearance. It was clear the public of Eden, at least in the poorest and most populated districts; wanted a change. The reporters grilled her for another twenty minutes, each one hoping to find a chink on her armor. But all of her answers were polished, well studied and articulate. Every time she opened her mouth she made the current governor, a former reality star known for making buffoonish statements, look like a fool.

Close to an hour later, as she stepped from the long hallway into her quarters she pressed a button. This button ensured that no one could be bugging her in any way she wasn’t aware of. Her powers in the force ensured this. Not long after there was a buzzing sound followed by a beam of light. She bowed low, her legs spread somewhat suggestively as she looked into the gaunt face that no Tarenti would mistake, Sith Battlelord Etah.

“Yes my master” the soon to be governor delivered with practiced ease toward the holographic display.

“Appreeentice” Etah said in a slow, drawn out manner. “So how goes your quest?” the spooky man inquired.

“We will have hold of the reigns of the government soon m’lord,” she said with a pleased coo.

“Excellent, you have served the Clan Tarentum well my Apprentice. Prepare for my arrival.”

“Yes m’lord” she said as the image of the Sith Equite went dark.