Chancellor Emerita / Advisor of State
Lightning Strikes
The Chancellor's Office // The Executive Building // Coruscant
Chimera // Aerarii Tithe // Suri Vullen
Adhira Chandra was the most powerful woman in the galaxy. Yet Adhira Chandra was digging her nails into the durasteel of the window sill of the Chancellor's Office high above the surface of Coruscant when the doors to her supposedly highly secure office were breached. She continued to hear her heartbeat in her ears as her would-be assassin entered the room. Her heels scraped against the floor as she scrambled to her feet, her dark brown eyes finally scanning the decaying form of her pursuant executioner. The Chancellor's dusky fingers grasped at her neck to make certain that her sapphire jewels, engraved with the visages of her last eight successors, were hanging symmetrically from her neck. She could feel her robes ripping violently against her legs.
"At last," the old woman said as the figure of the Sith, Chimera , came into view through the shroud of the smoke that issued forth from his corpse. "You have been sent to destroy me... and in so doing... destroy this Alliance, am I correct?" In any normal circumstance, it would seem to a run-of-the-mill assassin that Adhira Chandra was attempting to buy time while her gallant saviors arrived. However, Adhira was all too aware that there were no saviors coming to her rescue. The attack on Coruscant had been one of the most sophisticated sneak attacks on the capital core planet in the history of the galaxy and all of the Alliance forces were currently focuses on repelling the invading forces. Even her desperate calls for assistance had gone unanswered.
The entirety of the Alliance had been caught completely off guard by the bold attempt to infiltrate and dismantle the Alliance government. Adhira was on her own.
And still, she would not let this moment of despair cripple her government.
"I am sorry to disappoint, you," she smirked at the smoldering killer, still pressed firmly, against the wall. Then, in the blink of an eye, one of his flaming blades lept at her. Despite her long disconnection from the mysteries of the Force, the former Jedi felt the ripples of discontent in the air around her. As the blade accelerated toward her, without thinking, her age-worn hands snapped forth and, between them snapped closed around the shaft of the knife that was meant for her throat. Warm, thick, streams of blood streamed down her wrists and stained the cerulean of her sleeves as the blade sliced into the tender flesh of her fingers.
Adhira cast the cutlass to the ground and walked out into the center of the now-shattered pane. Coruscant spread out behind her, the chaos of the invaded city spreading out in a sprawl behind her. Adhira's hand dripped with blood. "You have been sent by the Maw to kill me," she spoke matter of factly, clearly unafraid of the intruder.
"Your master thinks that by killing me, he will somehow weaken this Alliance..." her dark eyes allowed a wary glance over the ledge, her view disappearing into the clouds below, "yet... while the Maw relies on a singularity of darkness... our Alliance is born of a thousand points of light. I am but a servant of their Will."
"The Alliance will survive me. Democracy will prevail."
Chancellor Adhira Chandra gave one last, triumphant smirk at Chimera before holding her arms out wide, blood still pouring from the palms of her hands, and falling backward into the abyss of the cityscape below. Her time as Chancellor would end on her own terms. No Dark Lord would stain her term as Chancellor - and the Maw would learn that Alliance was stronger than her own power as leader of the Alliance. There would always be a successor to her office. Democracy would endure.
"At last," the old woman said as the figure of the Sith, Chimera , came into view through the shroud of the smoke that issued forth from his corpse. "You have been sent to destroy me... and in so doing... destroy this Alliance, am I correct?" In any normal circumstance, it would seem to a run-of-the-mill assassin that Adhira Chandra was attempting to buy time while her gallant saviors arrived. However, Adhira was all too aware that there were no saviors coming to her rescue. The attack on Coruscant had been one of the most sophisticated sneak attacks on the capital core planet in the history of the galaxy and all of the Alliance forces were currently focuses on repelling the invading forces. Even her desperate calls for assistance had gone unanswered.
The entirety of the Alliance had been caught completely off guard by the bold attempt to infiltrate and dismantle the Alliance government. Adhira was on her own.
And still, she would not let this moment of despair cripple her government.
"I am sorry to disappoint, you," she smirked at the smoldering killer, still pressed firmly, against the wall. Then, in the blink of an eye, one of his flaming blades lept at her. Despite her long disconnection from the mysteries of the Force, the former Jedi felt the ripples of discontent in the air around her. As the blade accelerated toward her, without thinking, her age-worn hands snapped forth and, between them snapped closed around the shaft of the knife that was meant for her throat. Warm, thick, streams of blood streamed down her wrists and stained the cerulean of her sleeves as the blade sliced into the tender flesh of her fingers.
Adhira cast the cutlass to the ground and walked out into the center of the now-shattered pane. Coruscant spread out behind her, the chaos of the invaded city spreading out in a sprawl behind her. Adhira's hand dripped with blood. "You have been sent by the Maw to kill me," she spoke matter of factly, clearly unafraid of the intruder.
"Your master thinks that by killing me, he will somehow weaken this Alliance..." her dark eyes allowed a wary glance over the ledge, her view disappearing into the clouds below, "yet... while the Maw relies on a singularity of darkness... our Alliance is born of a thousand points of light. I am but a servant of their Will."
"The Alliance will survive me. Democracy will prevail."
Chancellor Adhira Chandra gave one last, triumphant smirk at Chimera before holding her arms out wide, blood still pouring from the palms of her hands, and falling backward into the abyss of the cityscape below. Her time as Chancellor would end on her own terms. No Dark Lord would stain her term as Chancellor - and the Maw would learn that Alliance was stronger than her own power as leader of the Alliance. There would always be a successor to her office. Democracy would endure.