Convergence (Star Wars: The High Republic)

by Zoraida Córdova

He could hardly eat or sleep the night before, constantly checking the status of E’ronoh’s drill ships parked in orbit. The Paxion and the Valiant Longbeams were the only thing standing between them and Eiram. He would not, could not, admit that perhaps Chancellor Greylark had been somewhat correct in saying this system was not ready to see the light of the Republic. But Chancellor Greylark was not here. They had been elected and reelected together. He admired her strength and knew that she would always put the galaxy first. But she had been born and raised among Coruscant’s elite. She could never quite understand what it meant to him, a Quarren who’d lived through the tumult of war like the ones that plagued these worlds, to be the one to bring about peace. Kyong didn’t know the Outer Rim the way he did. She didn’t know the complex histories, the vast worlds, the vivid cultures. She only saw the promise of it all. He would prove that he was capable of doing more for their shared cause, because in the end their shared cause trumped everything else. A united galaxy. In that, he was certain he could trust her. He only hoped she felt the same.