Quinn carefully gathered a few items, proposals, and such that needed funding from their grand overlords. It was an annoying process, balancing the cost with what her people needed. Noelle had stopped keeping books, and those who had worked under the former Queen had stopped. The Alliance came in waving flags of heroism and might, and then left the planet to stagnate.
She should be upset. Quinn should be downright annoyed at both the Jedi and her sister — but she didn't have the energy to.
All of that energy was needed for her people.
Thankfully, amid the joys and tourism of the Coronation, the Echani Government was able to aid some locals who were displaced by recent changes. People were fed, housed, and happy. Jobs were being created, and people were finding hope again. The thought brought a small smile to the Echani Queen's face as she shoved the rest of the datapads that she needed for her meeting with the Ambassador into her bag.
Adelle had been more than courteous to the young Queen. Often going above and beyond to help explain some of the more 'Mandalorian-esque' concepts of their government. Quinn would never fully understand, but she would do her best… for her people.
A small black cat weaved its way through the woman's legs as it purred. As its image flickered with the ebb and flow of the Force, Quinn wondered whether Adelle would like meeting her little friend. It wasn't too often that Tenebris made an appearance. He was often more comfortable being at home with her, but today Quinn wondered if he felt her nerves.
"I'll be fine, Brissy." She whispered to the shadow cat as she knelt down and ran her fingers gently through his soft coat. Today, it seemed he wanted to feel more solid, which meant he was looking forward to getting ear scritches when available.
Standing, Quinn exhaled and calmed her nerves. This meeting was important; it was the first step Quinn would take to better the lives of her people, to do the job she was crowned to do.
Leaving her office, she wandered down the hallway. The Ambassador had done a wonderful job of carving out a section for herself. It meant she didn't have to see those horrific decor choices of the Mandalorians and their skulls and spikes.
She got enough of that in the Sith Order.
As she rounded the corner, a small chime would echo on her comm device. Quinn stopped and looked. She could not read, text, and walk at the same time, despite the grace she held as an Echani. Her eyes would widen, then narrow, and widen again as she read the message from the Ambassador's secretary.
Was the meeting that they had been planning for weeks suddenly moved? No, not moved — completely ERASED.
"The audacity…" She murmured under her breath sharply. Quickly, those three-thousand-dollar credit heels clicked against the embassy's pavement.
Her pace only quickened as she drew closer to the Ambassador's door. The secretary, being quickly notified by the sound of the rather angry stilettos, suddenly stood up and blocked the Echani woman's route.
"U-Um, hello, you majesty." His hands up in front of his chest, hoping that the woman would have mercy on him. "The Ambassador is busy right now, in a meeting with someone very important."
He nodded, not realizing his mistake.
"Important?" she echoed, as she tried to look over his tall shoulders to peek at who had completely ruined her day. "Who is more important than ME?!" She continued to try to look, but was unable to, as the man picked up on her movements and used his own body to block her view.
"Well, uh, a former Mandalore? Um, three times? Not even the Netherworld can hold her down." The secretary nodded quickly, proud of himself for remembering.
Quinn tilted her head as she ran the little slogan through her head.
"I don't know who that is, nor do I care, but I'll make sure the nether keeps them down. No one schedules Quinn around them!" She huffed as she looked at the small shadow cat who had suddenly decided to become more force than cat. He began to creep, slipping between the folds of the door, to see what the chaos was inside.
The secretary knew he probably should try to escort the Queen of Eshan back to her office. Instead, she threw down the small briefcase purse and stomped one of her feet.
"This is ridiculous, I've had this meeting in the books for weeks, and some old hag decides she's more important than me?"
The poor man at Adelle's door did his best. Quinn was not used to being told no or that she couldn't do something.
Echoes of empty threats about telling her mother, writing a strongly worded letter to Aether, and other things would ring out in the embassy.
Adelle better have pancakes at their next meeting.
