if they're watching anyways
They were opening a new front every day.
The Dark Empire, stalled at Coruscant, each report a fifty-fifty on whether they were making a resurgence or withering away. The Sith Order, the shambling corpse of their old empire, lurched towards the Core, gobbling up Sullust with eyes for Naalol and Eiattu. The Chancellor met her duties as she had to; but now, after weeks of situation room briefings and live updates, she was exhausted.
Most things did not need her full attention; she was starting not to give it so easily. Sitting at the head of the war room's table, she listened to the reports filing in. Every one brought something new and terrible. Nothing so drastic as what she had felt at Coruscant, but it was a death by a thousand cuts, like their life force was being siphoned for sinister purposes.
The Trade League, now impotent; the Mandalorian Protectors, equally so. Not another nation they could count on for even a second. And now, this -- Mandalorians descending on a neutral world a short jump from the border. Contruum was among the few non-member worlds that the Alliance relied on, at least to an extent -- early diplomatic dealings allowed Contruum to maintain a steady flow of trade down the Vaathkree and into the Core, one of few secure routes to neutral worlds in the Slice.
No grand execution; not some vital organ. A painful prod, but not one that ceased their functioning.
A thousand times? This was neither first, nor last.
By her own admission or by their string-pulling, an assortment of Senators and officials had joined her in the situation room, receiving updates on the unfolding raid. She did not know the Mandalorian Neo-Crusaders; if they took after their namesake (a pedantic part of her wanted to correct them; they were Neo-Neo-Crusaders) they could certainly pose a threat to the Alliance. But even if they didn't, there were others like them.
"By my understanding," she said, a glance to the general for confirmation, "Our response team could be there within the next several, perhaps able to catch the Mandalorians at the end of their raid and assist Contruum.
"We, of course, must make the decision of whether to send them -- to a neutral world who has not asked for our protection." And, of course, whether to send assistance to other worlds in situations like it, whether Mandalorians or rogue Sith or Imperials or some threat they had not known of. The Alliance, this tall citadel of stability, was being encroached on; made to be alone.
A new report came in -- the arrival of a fleet from the Mandalorian Protectors. Then, their rapid fall.
She weaned the tension out. "Your counsel would be most invaluable."
The Dark Empire, stalled at Coruscant, each report a fifty-fifty on whether they were making a resurgence or withering away. The Sith Order, the shambling corpse of their old empire, lurched towards the Core, gobbling up Sullust with eyes for Naalol and Eiattu. The Chancellor met her duties as she had to; but now, after weeks of situation room briefings and live updates, she was exhausted.
Most things did not need her full attention; she was starting not to give it so easily. Sitting at the head of the war room's table, she listened to the reports filing in. Every one brought something new and terrible. Nothing so drastic as what she had felt at Coruscant, but it was a death by a thousand cuts, like their life force was being siphoned for sinister purposes.
The Trade League, now impotent; the Mandalorian Protectors, equally so. Not another nation they could count on for even a second. And now, this -- Mandalorians descending on a neutral world a short jump from the border. Contruum was among the few non-member worlds that the Alliance relied on, at least to an extent -- early diplomatic dealings allowed Contruum to maintain a steady flow of trade down the Vaathkree and into the Core, one of few secure routes to neutral worlds in the Slice.
No grand execution; not some vital organ. A painful prod, but not one that ceased their functioning.
A thousand times? This was neither first, nor last.
By her own admission or by their string-pulling, an assortment of Senators and officials had joined her in the situation room, receiving updates on the unfolding raid. She did not know the Mandalorian Neo-Crusaders; if they took after their namesake (a pedantic part of her wanted to correct them; they were Neo-Neo-Crusaders) they could certainly pose a threat to the Alliance. But even if they didn't, there were others like them.
"By my understanding," she said, a glance to the general for confirmation, "Our response team could be there within the next several, perhaps able to catch the Mandalorians at the end of their raid and assist Contruum.
"We, of course, must make the decision of whether to send them -- to a neutral world who has not asked for our protection." And, of course, whether to send assistance to other worlds in situations like it, whether Mandalorians or rogue Sith or Imperials or some threat they had not known of. The Alliance, this tall citadel of stability, was being encroached on; made to be alone.
A new report came in -- the arrival of a fleet from the Mandalorian Protectors. Then, their rapid fall.
She weaned the tension out. "Your counsel would be most invaluable."