"Lani, you scheming slug, get in here this instant!" I heard the king's curses as I rushed to his side, viewing as I entered the throne room.
"My King..." I began, but His Royal Highness cut across me.
"You slime! Took your time getting here, did you?" I gulped. I was really going to get it this time.
"Faran!"
A loud, clear voice split through the royal king's stream of curses and threats. I stared at my rescuer. It was an imperial officer I had seen on the news. Moff Tarkin.
"King Faran Xitis to you." The king replied sulkily.
"Yes, King Faran Xitis if I must," Moff Tarkin replied snottily. "Lord Vader requests the information on the Rebel Alliance that you have recently acquired. " Xitis nodded gravely, resting his chin on his finger tips.
"For a price." Xitis intoned.
"Yes of course, Sire." Tarkin looked repulsed at the way his Royal Snobbiness was treating the third most influential person in the galaxy.
"Is Vader... here?" Xitis inquired, hoping desperately that the answer was no.
"He is departing from the ship and will arrive shortly." Tarkin said, his thin lips curling into a smile as the king's look of superiority vanished into the obvious distress he was very unsuccessfully trying to hide.
"Of course. If you excuse me, I shall fetch the information you seek. Lani!" He barked, pulling me put from the shadows.
"Yes sire?" I asked Xitis innocently.
"Bring Moff Tarkin and Lord Vader to their rooms. And I want the royal speeder's engine fixed and the while thing polished." Xitis left the room in a huff.