At first glance, Bakura was as tranquil on the surface as it was in orbit. The world was temperate, filled with lush forests and mostly calm seas. Its largely Human inhabitants were peaceable, undisturbed by the raging wars between the New Republic and the remnants of the Galactic Empire. And yet, there was something faintly unsettled inside the crowded streets of its capital city, Salis D’aar. “Good morning, son,” his father, Sarth Kraen, greeted him affably. “You’re up early.” “I thought this might be a good place to meditate,” Akleyn replied. “It’s very peaceful.” Akleyn shrugged. “What?”