Schesa Surface
Chiss Naval Command
The Mandalorians had come to Schesa.
Since the Atrisian Empire pulled out of the planet, the Chiss had regained some of their sense of independence. Yet to say the Atrisian Empire left the Chiss completely devoid of affiliation and aid was a misnomer. Imperial sigils were on all ships, and as the interdiction field swelled over the planet, Commander Ahani Najwa of the Imperial Navy stepped out of the Admiral's office. Dressed in grey trousers tucked into grey combat boots and a white button up shirt, Ahani looked very much the officer without the jacket, which she had thrown off in the office and refused to put back on. Underneath the trousers and shirt was a thin layer of Iron Skin bodyarmour, clipped to her belt was a sword, a lightsaber hilt and a telescoping staff of Echani design. The Matron of Houses Keth and Najwa had several of her personal 'guard' (read: descendants) around the command centre.
His skin had turned a robin's egg blue. He tightened his collar as Ahani set herself over to the Communications officer.
"Open up communications with the Mandalorian fleet. Ask them for terms."
"Wh-no! Ma'am, we cannot surrender, Ma'am!"
"You surrendered easily enough when I came to your door." She spun the man around and grabbed his chin. "The M-mandalorians are war mongers. They're not civil like the Atrisians or the Echani of Sab-barene. They will level every inch of your world and set up tents for the survivors if and only if they somehow fuel the Mandalorian war machine. If the Chiss of Schesa are going to survive this, then I need to know the Mandalorian's terms! What they want and what they're willing to do to get it is absolutely within the realm of what we need to hear, so open communications, Sir!"
The Communications officer opened a channel. Ahani shoved the Admiral forward and nodded at him. He started speaking with a strained, high pitched sort of voice, he coughed and steadied himself, ever the officer. "This is Admiral Dobak of the Chiss Command. We recognize the Mandalorian fleet as invasionary and hostile. Resend your terms, gentlemen. I repeat: Re-send your terms. What do you want of Schesa?"
"Cut transmission." Ahani said. The Comm officer did so and she raised an eyebrow at the Admiral. "They aren't kidding. They aren't pandying to words. They're giving you. . ." She checked her chrono "Fifty two minutes to reply with your utmost surrender. Choose wisely what you give them. I suggest you welcome your new keepers."
"Who . . who are you?"
"I'm Ahani Najwa. Officer of the Atrisian Imperial Naval Command. I'm the Matron of two Echani Royal Houses and great-something-grandmother of our Queen, Spencer Jacobs, Great-something-grandmother-in-law of the Empress Varanin. I am the mother of the Monarch of Sabarene. I am the daughter of the Crimson Guard of Palpatine and I am their memory's keeper. I am the Champion of the Gods. I am a Sith Killer. I am in love with a Mandalorian, and I am the only chance the Chiss have got at not getting wiped off the face of your own blue-blooded planet. Obey me."
Her silver eyes flickered in the green and yellow light of the command room. She stood to her full six foot height and stared down the men in the room. "The Mandalorians are giving you . . . fifty minutes to decide, gentle men. I am giving you twenty. Prepare to be invaded. Accept the Mando'ade and let us gather terms, or they will find silence at the end of their comm signals, for I will have gagged you all and put you in a room to do the surrender myself!"
Ahani Najwa turned to leave and once she got into the hall her hands shook. She reached for her companion, [member="Aran Ordo"].
"Please tell me I didn't sound like a complete withering fool in there."
