Yag'Dhul was still in chaos. Star Two was still moving violently toward the other end of the system, though its speed had begun to slow. In the end, the star had failed to break free of the immense gravitational pull of Star One at the heart of the system and fly elsewhere.
Yag'Dhul, which had likewise been flung out at high speed, was now gradually drawing closer to Star Two's orbit under the pull of gravity. Within the next month, the planet would be captured by Star Two and become its satellite. It would then follow Star Two into a broader orbit—circling Star One.
But this state of affairs would not last long. Based on Star Two's current orbital path, in five years it would once again become entangled with Star Three's gravity. By then, Star Two and Star Three would form a binary star system again.
During this process, Yag'Dhul would be tossed back and forth between the two stars like a marble for at least twenty years.
For the Givin, those twenty years would be extremely difficult.
But no matter what, now that the last Galactic Republic warship had surrendered in despair, not a single Galactic Republic warship remained in the Yag'Dhul system. This was an extraordinarily hard-won victory!
The Givin, still hiding in their enormous underground caverns, did not let the astronomical disaster affect their good mood in the slightest. They celebrated this victory with wild enthusiasm in their own ways.
Because the Givin always lived in a state where they could barely count on seeing tomorrow, where their entire planet could be destroyed at any moment, they never held back whenever they encountered something worth celebrating.
If they did not celebrate now, were they supposed to wait for that uncertain future, not knowing whether they would