Nuba City. It glittered at night like a neon crusted corusca ring.

Nubia, part of the Outlier Systems in the Corellian Sector, was for all intents and purposes a Core world with all the connotations thereof. It was also home to PharmaCorp, TradeCo, Inc., Industrial Automaton, and Nubia Star Drives, Inc. In short, Nubia was a bastion of production, it's assembly lines producing necessary items that kept the galaxy running, and running on time.

The planet itself was hardly industrialized, by Coruscant standards at least. There were vast growing fields and agricultural products were a large export as well, due to the long temperate growing system. Nubia lacked a great deal of surface water, but there were immense aqueducts and pumps that brought water from below the crust to the surface where it could be utilized. The cities were modern and competently planned, and the people were diverse and well behaved.

Because of it's importance to the Empire, as soon as the Galactic Republic changed it's name they had put an Imperial Star Destroyer in orbit of Nubia and installed Stormtroopers and an Imperial governor to keep the planet loyal and in check. These days not much had changed, and as Lilaena De'Ville piloted the small shuttle she'd been allocated by the Alliance to the surface of the planet she was struck by the inane peacefulness of it all.

She couldn't exactly write her own ticket within SpecOps, but she was a successful soldier who'd always performed within specified parameters for completion of her missions. Command trusted her. When she was given the Industrial Automaton mission she'd requested to work with a Jedi, namely the one she'd brought to the Alliance in the first place.

Padawan Akasha Kahn.

Lilaena cast a sideways look at her silent apprentice, but left her to her thoughts. There was time enough to find out if the young one's time among the Jedi (the true Jedi, she thought with a sardonic twist) had changed the spark of anger that De'Ville had fanned into a flame.