Shakvail waited quietly in one of the small conference rooms beneath the council chamber. The Bureau of Ships and Services had requested a threat analysis on Ferra Sector shipping, and she worked diligently at it. A dry process, this mostly entailed consulting and parsing information in already available news services; her recent experience in that sector illuminated the matter only tangentially. Dull though the assignment was it remained necessary. She applied her characteristic Jedi focus to this task as she did everything else. Her schooling had taught that reports and bureaucratic verbiage held power and influence over lives just as profound as lightsaber slashes, perhaps moreso. It was a lesson her recent efforts had forcibly hammered home.