As they pulled up at the landing pad for the Prosperity Wing, which he sneered at looking at the name. He found it inappropriate for the government to name it as such, but didn't voice his opinion. He proceeded to look back to Mikayla, with his look of seeking approval on his face once more. "Revan, you worry too much... remember who your family is, honor them. And you'll do fine." she said, giving him a hug before he exited. In truth, he had no idea what had happened to his family. Alek had run away following mom's funeral, in which he had to be restrained from attempting to kill Revan who at the time was newly-defected to the New Republic. Sierra was usually unreachable, as always. Thus was the life of the smuggler. When she did drop into contact, she made good on her promise to fill in as needed. He occasionally visited his niece, although had dodge her ex-husband's persistant questions about her location. And Arren, well she was MIA, presumed dead, since the Battle of Deralia, which she found herself caught up in during one of her usual visits to their homeworld. In a decade, the only sibling he had talked to was Sierra. And their father...last he heard, he was imprisoned. He could find out nothing else...but he knew his family had fallen apart. Their beautiful estate, on which he vividly remembered growing up, had been raided in the invasion, probably destroyed. Several members of his family were involved in the provisional government, and likely executed. He did know for sure that his Great Uncle, Endar Tirkan, was executed. And it was this thought that brought a tear to his eye while he was in the turbolift. He cleared it, and shored up his emotions by the time the turbolift opened, and he walked into the reception area. "Retired General Revan Park, her for my appointment." he said, coming to a desk.

"General Park" he was introduced, to Ponc as he turned around from his reveries "Mr Park, most pleased to meet you. Charmed I am sure." he offered a chair at the table. "Please sit and have a drink, its a long walk from reception!" he said affably seating himself also and pouring a water.

"So what brings a retired General like yourself to my humble dinner table?"

He paused, took a drink of the water, and continued. "I'm glad my father's infamy isn't being held against me here. A little problem I encountered in my time in the service." he said. He looked Gavrisom in the eye before continuing. "No offense, Chief...I am a man all for small talk and conversation, but I'm afraid I am here on business, as I mentioned in my message, and it is a serious matter. So, to get down to plain and simple reason I am here...I represent the Deralian Government-in-Exile, which has set up on Serenno, and with their backing and funding, we have attempted to re-form our government out of those who could have made it off of Deralia during the attack on our world nine years ago, or those Deralians who were off-world at the time. Now that we have finally agreed on a new government, and began reforms as such, I come before as the democratically elected President of this government, representing the free Deralians now in protective exile on Serenno, and those unfortunately still under the boot of an illegitimate, tyrannical government that is despotic regime, unrepresentive of those it governs. As President, represent these people and as a member of the Government-in-Exile, I am coming before you on a diplomatic mission to request Republic aide, diplomatically, commercially, and in the worst case, militarily, in reclaiming our homeworld." he said, taking more drinks of the water.

"Minor environmentally wrecked world, what does it matter?" He said taking a nut in his feather before consuming it crunchingly "Perhaps, you want me to emplace you as King of Leirooine?" he squaked that laugh to himself "Really General, you must be joking, you want me to depose a Government that has been peacefully in power for almost a decade in order to restore the son of an Imperial Warlord? I think you will see how utterly impossible this is Mr Park.. Futhermore, should you do this, you will risk becoming a guest star at the Jaron Park show, and I personally will not haul you out of this fate should you stumble into it."

"General Park, I value Galactic Peace, and it does not add to the sum of galactic peace to support the sons of genocidal warlords to take over planets. Really Mr Park I believe blood is NO claim to a right to rule, and by espousing thus you really show your disdain for everything the New Republic stands for. Dont you see this? If you did try and launch a coup, sucessfully or not, you would cause deaths, and I would personally have you cashiered and tried for those crimes. Now what I suggest is that you stop these militaristic and psychotic fantasies and settle down to some plausible outlet. Why, youre a good pilot, why not work for a commercial concern? I hear the IMC is hiring pilots."

"Leirooine is at peace, its government, while showing a careless regard for the environment does seem to have the regard of the people, especially in its "War on Trees" which was allegedly launched by your long dead namesake through his mouthpiece Ribaldequin Leiro. Its reallhy a quite insane place. Anyway where was I... yes, I lost my train of thought ridiculing Leirooine. Leirooine is at peace, it has been at peace for most of a decade unlike the turmoil under your family. I also note that Ribaldequin Leiro has been in power for longer than your late father."

He brought up a holo of Leirooine on the table projector. He then flicked up a picture of one of the more liberal areas where de-foliated trees were allowed to stand.

"Look at it, the whole planet except the city is stripmined, it could perhaps sustain 100,000 people at most without massive imports, the environment is shot to pieces. Really it would be much cheaper to terraform a new world for your "exiles" than attempt to restore what once was. That said, it does produce fine durasteel. And really? Why is Leirooine so special? There are dozens of worlds much worse off, at least it has a stable economy, jobs etc."

He looked back at the article looking shocked "Billions died in the great arbour war of 13ABY, where the orthodox anti-arbourists slaughtered the liberal anti-foliage alliance, King Ribaldequin declined to intervene in this "Matter of deep spiritual significance for each individual to decide". All four moons were mined bare by corporate miners, before being evacuated and pounded for almost a year before being broken up and tractor beamed into the sun "Erred against Revan, by standing in the sky, in mockery of nature and Revans beloved Leirooine." All the orbital cities were also de-orbited into the planet some months later by pro-Arborist terrorists, further poisoning the atmosphere."

He gave a smile "Perhaps you could just follow my suggestion and find a new world to settle? I am sure I would be able to help with this.. But I am not becoming involved in overturning governments, especially not in the bloodbath this coup is sure to become."