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It was the crack of dawn the next morning that Vader arrived. Tarkin, restless and fighting his anxiety about allowing Vader here at such a crucial point in his investigation, had not slept a wink and was sitting out on the balcony with his third cup of coffee in as many hours. Dressed in fairly informal evening garb, he watched the ship as it prepared to land, brow furrowed, then rose and made his way down to the landing bay to greet his Sith counterpart.
Gideon, half-asleep on the couch, stirred as his brother walked by.
"What are you doing up?" he mumbled, screwing his eyes shut as the motion-sensitive lights came on.
"We have a visitor," Tarkin replied. "Don't trouble yourself." Gideon, sighing, sank back into the cushions.
This had better not backfire, Tarkin thought as he stepped outside into the cool, humid night air. He sincerely hoped Sirejj would do his part. If he didn't, both their heads would be mounted above the Emperor's throne.
But that wasn't how he ought to be thinking--not now, not so close to Vader. He forced himself to relax and think of other matters, like the Phindian he had locked in one of the old dog kennels.
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