Things have settled down in the starport by now; the Imperial transports and cruisers had all but left, and only several squadrons of stormtroopers remained, patrolling the starport and maintaining the order. Things, however, were not so calm by the Corona House; the fire which had been caused by the shuttle explosion had all been put out, and repairs were being made to the House in preparation of the coronation, but the Imperial presence had yet to subside. Imperial stormtroopers were in abundance, patrolling the streets and the alleys, searching for someone or something. Admist this all stood Danik Kreldin, a fedora atop his head and his hands in his pockets. At first glance he didn't seem to be an Imperial, but those who kept up on current events or knew their history could pin the fift