Chapter 47

While Orn Free Taa went back to the Consular-class Republic yacht to place an interstellar long-distance call, Aayla Secura and Max Vizsla leaned against the balcony railing and chatted idly.

“Lord Vizsla… the weapon at your waist—could that be the legendary Darksaber?”

“This?” Max unhooked his sword and handed it to Aayla Secura. “It’s not the Darksaber. It’s just an ordinary lightsaber.”