A While Later
An ancient Naboo Royal Cruiser equipped with coveted artillery and a painted surface so black it looked invisible against the blackness of space sat a good distance away from a planet whose surface was a drab grey color.
In the spacious cockpit, a woman sits alone. Her legs, outfitted in black leggings and dark leather boots, are crossed. One leg slowly bounces with anticipation.
A fair-skinned hand adorned in golden rings taps the armrest, casually but deliberately.
Her chest, clad in a close-fitting long-sleeved black shirt and swathed in a thick black wrap made from a subtly shimmering cloth, rises and falls in a sigh.
Her lips, red with coloring, purse.
The transmission was taking too long. And then, she heard the beep.