The call ended soon after.
Cassian remained silent for a moment, then turned back to the map.
"We should go," Elara said.
"We should," Cassian agreed. "But not immediately."
She did not look pleased by that, though she did not argue. "Because of the council."
"Because if we move openly without preparation, half the upper houses will know about it. The other half will just send scouts to figure it out."
"He is our son."
"He is also sitting on a frontier opportunity which he is able to handle on his own for now."
Elara looked at him.
Cassian sighed. "I did not say we would wait long."
"Good."
"And before you accuse me of being heartless, I would like to point out that I am already preparing a response."
That earned him a small smile.
Cassian began dictating orders.
A discreet support package would be assembled first. Not a warfleet. Not something dramatic enough to light up every political sensor in the Alliance.
