Drums and strings resonated through every tympanic membrane in the amphitheatre as a thousand musicians played the anthem of the New Republic. A throng of sentients from around the galaxy crowded the stands encircling the open floor below, watching the proceedings. There were towering Herglics, sinister-looking Devaronians, horned Zabraks, serene Ithorians and more all gathered in the complex watching as the carefully choreographed ceremony unfolded. “How was the speech?” she asked him quietly. He gave her a roguish smirk. “No, really,” she persisted. “Thank you,” she said. He relented. “For what?”