"Under Executive Order #2173, all Mandalorian combatants operating against Imperial forces are to be liquidated. Whether with or without arms, whether fighting or seeking to escape and even where those individuals who upon discovery make known their intent to give themselves up as prisoners."
A quiet sob cut through the monotonous voice of the Imperial officer reciting his orders, the gravity of the situation finally setting in for the row of beskar-clad individuals on their knees, their hands restrained behind their backs. The officer made a gesture with one of his gloved hands and several stormtroopers lined up behind the prisoners and leveled the barrels of their rifles with their heads. Several flashes of light later and the corpses fell forward with near-simultaneous thuds, a group of droids dragging off the bodies so that the next row could be brought forward.
The Imperial Confederation was ultimately victorious with its assault on Obroa-skai and Bogden, with Mandalorian opposition collapsing in a matter of hours after what ships they had mustered were annihilated by the Golden Company or forced to retreat once the Open Circle Fleet showed to tidy up. All objectives had been completed with overwhelming efficiency, the data loss at the Celebratus Archives at a minimal level. Casualties for the Stormtrooper Corp numbered in the hundreds; however, only a few dozen at best were slain during the onslaught.
Tanomas considered all of this when he stepped out of the archives and into the city, his aviators filtering out the blinding light of the sun as he took another puff from his cigar. He walked forward into the operating base that had been set up outside of Celebratus, the troopers he passed stopping to gawk at the sight before them: their beloved high chancellor walking among them, wearing carbon-scored DARKSABRE armour with sunglasses over his eyes and a cigar in his mouth.
Music filled the air of the open canteen, the high chancellor walking up to a nearby stormtrooper officer and grabbing his hand - leading the puzzled clone in a sideways dance that many others quickly joined in on, especially those from the planet of Kandara who recognized the dance:
The celebration had begun.