Meanwhile, on distant Domistrerixiban

At her private escape, an Organa heirloom of sorts -- a sprawling ancient alien fortress for a war history doesn't seem to trecall, the new Chancellor of the Restored Galactic Senate for the New Republic, Leia Organa waits for Han Solo's promised -- FTL arrival. She considers the new complication of conducting business with dashingly ambitious industrialist Nagel I'Eva Ton Bondif, Baron of Ottilliaga, who's designs she can't quite see fitting together. She grows frustrated by this. A man like this power broker doesn't give a thing away without collecting some debt or a prize, even a damn come-hither look. "Threepio! Where's that nice tall cold glass of Tisillean gin I asked for?! " She calms, adding softly, "What feels like an hour ago..... Han, just get here,will ya?"