Something Borrowed
As Her Majesty High Queen Kelora Priestly prepared for the daunting negotiations with the Sith Order, a profound sense of responsibility weighed heavily upon her shoulders. Najarka, the first world to have succumbed to Sith control, served as the backdrop for the pivotal meeting. Amidst the palpable fear gripping her nation, Kelora understood the gravity of the situation—they lacked the military might to defy the Sith, and seeking aid from the Galactic Alliance remains a perilous endeavor. Alongside High Commissioner Vhondryl Gallaer and the chargé d'affaires ad interim Ivalyn Yvarro, she meticulously strategized the terms of submission to the Sith Order. Despite the heart-wrenching prospect of surrender, Kelora remained resolute in her determination to safeguard the Commonwealth's way of life. With measured grace and steely resolve, she aimed to negotiate a delicate balance—a status of protectorate that preserved their cherished beliefs, from religious worship to their unique perspective on the Force, while offering the Sith the entirety of their industrial, scientific, and agricultural resources as tribute. Kelora knew that with strength and dignity, she could navigate the treacherous waters of diplomacy. All the while, she fiercely protected the Commonwealth's identity and ensured its survival in the face of looming uncertainty.
Kiruaagam.
"They will be arriving soon," Kelora's wife, Nassira, spoke delicately as they sat in the antechamber of Kiruaagam's Imperial Palace, the epicenter of the world's legislative function—a holdover from the First Order, its imposing iconography looming over Kelora. Her jaw tightened as she steeled herself in front of the long floor-length mirror. Her Majesty held Narissa's hand in hers, bringing it up to her lips for a gentle kiss. "We will survive this," reassured Nassira, "as long as the sun still rises over Dosuun, as long as our people remain free, we will survive."
Departing from the floor-length mirror, Kelora tugged Nassira toward her. "You're right," said Kelora with a smile as she took a deep breath, confident in her decision to have the military stand down, regardless of the plans that the Field Marshal might have had in mind. Her Majesty realized that the only way forward would be to negotiate with the Sith Order. The Dosuunian Commonwealth would have to bend the knee, but they did not have to relinquish what made them unique. "Take it on the chin, as they say," she added as an afterthought.
Nassira gracefully remarked, "This is the right way forward. What good are we if we do not save our people and our way of life?"
Kelora's hands remained in Nassira's just as a knock came to the door. High Commissioner Gallaer had informed them that the representatives of the Sith Order had arrived. "All will be well. Trust in Gallaer, and trust in Yvarro," Narissa reassured her, though Kelora harbored reservations about the Yvarros. History had taught them not to be trusted—a corrupted branch of an honorable Galidraani tree.
Kelora gave Narissa's hand a squeeze and then a soft kiss upon her wife's lips. High Queen Kelora Priestly departed the antechamber, flanked by her guards and accompanied by members of Dosuun's Imperial Knights, resplendent in their old Dosuunian regalia that echoed a mix of Galidraani elegance and ancient prowess. The hall was lined with members of the Commonwealth's military. If the Sith wanted this to end, they would not be standing there. As Kelora was escorted to one of the Palace's conference halls, the Najarkan sunlight spilled in, radiant as ever, as a slew of Commonwealth-loyal citizenry stood outside the Palace's gate.
The Sith Order's representatives would've been escorted to the very same chambers, with the eyes of millions upon them as the media camped outside the Palace. There would have been cheers seeing the face of one Taeli Raaf. For it had been her company that had saved many of their worlds before, and so it was with public confidence that she may help to save them again. Security kept the citizenry and local rabble from doing anything drastic although many were simply too afraid, sobs could be heard among the crowd. No one knew what would become of their nation, their world. It all rested on the shoulders of four individuals, the livelihood of millions across the Commonwealth's worlds.
In the chambers, High Queen Kelora Priestly was greeted by the High Commissioner, and Ivalyn Yvarro. Not a moment too soon the doors fron the other end of the chamber opened to reveal the Sith Order's representatives.
Kiruaagam.
"They will be arriving soon," Kelora's wife, Nassira, spoke delicately as they sat in the antechamber of Kiruaagam's Imperial Palace, the epicenter of the world's legislative function—a holdover from the First Order, its imposing iconography looming over Kelora. Her jaw tightened as she steeled herself in front of the long floor-length mirror. Her Majesty held Narissa's hand in hers, bringing it up to her lips for a gentle kiss. "We will survive this," reassured Nassira, "as long as the sun still rises over Dosuun, as long as our people remain free, we will survive."
Departing from the floor-length mirror, Kelora tugged Nassira toward her. "You're right," said Kelora with a smile as she took a deep breath, confident in her decision to have the military stand down, regardless of the plans that the Field Marshal might have had in mind. Her Majesty realized that the only way forward would be to negotiate with the Sith Order. The Dosuunian Commonwealth would have to bend the knee, but they did not have to relinquish what made them unique. "Take it on the chin, as they say," she added as an afterthought.
Nassira gracefully remarked, "This is the right way forward. What good are we if we do not save our people and our way of life?"
Kelora's hands remained in Nassira's just as a knock came to the door. High Commissioner Gallaer had informed them that the representatives of the Sith Order had arrived. "All will be well. Trust in Gallaer, and trust in Yvarro," Narissa reassured her, though Kelora harbored reservations about the Yvarros. History had taught them not to be trusted—a corrupted branch of an honorable Galidraani tree.
Kelora gave Narissa's hand a squeeze and then a soft kiss upon her wife's lips. High Queen Kelora Priestly departed the antechamber, flanked by her guards and accompanied by members of Dosuun's Imperial Knights, resplendent in their old Dosuunian regalia that echoed a mix of Galidraani elegance and ancient prowess. The hall was lined with members of the Commonwealth's military. If the Sith wanted this to end, they would not be standing there. As Kelora was escorted to one of the Palace's conference halls, the Najarkan sunlight spilled in, radiant as ever, as a slew of Commonwealth-loyal citizenry stood outside the Palace's gate.
The Sith Order's representatives would've been escorted to the very same chambers, with the eyes of millions upon them as the media camped outside the Palace. There would have been cheers seeing the face of one Taeli Raaf. For it had been her company that had saved many of their worlds before, and so it was with public confidence that she may help to save them again. Security kept the citizenry and local rabble from doing anything drastic although many were simply too afraid, sobs could be heard among the crowd. No one knew what would become of their nation, their world. It all rested on the shoulders of four individuals, the livelihood of millions across the Commonwealth's worlds.
In the chambers, High Queen Kelora Priestly was greeted by the High Commissioner, and Ivalyn Yvarro. Not a moment too soon the doors fron the other end of the chamber opened to reveal the Sith Order's representatives.