Tarakus, sporting a large, flowing black robe walked to the gates of the Royal Palace. He typed a code into the access panel. When the gates opened, they revealed Harlan, wearing similar robes. They walked in together. As soon as they entered the Palace lobby, the two threw their robes onto a robe rack. "Ok, let me get this straight. You want me to be a reinforcing backup to coax Dalaa out of office?" "That's right. I do. And the sooner, the better." "I'm not sure it'll work. In less than a year, Dalaa may have to deal with us anyway. The galaxies are bound to collide within the year." Harlan replied, adjusting his blue tunic. Tarakus could sense the tension in Harlan. "Look, I'm not looking forward to it either, ok? I'm just as nervous as you. But there's not much that we can do about it,