The Lady of Ren

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Your relationship with the ambassadors from Baleine had first been established when you served as senator for your home planet. Tyth and Fan were two older gentlemen. Tyth, a man held in great esteem by the people of Baleine with a notorious reputation, and Fan, who was just starting out his new position after being a minister for the planet of Naboo.

These were great men...wise men. You were afraid to disappoint them.

Baleine had been transferring credits to a planet on the outer rim called Yabbai. Yabbai has no government nor any laws; it's very similar to a planet called Tatooine. Vile gangsters with no respect for order ruled the entirety of Yabbai.

Baleine's reason for giving these gangsters credits was essentially for fear they would attack. Though the planet was nearly bankrupt, the reality of the situation was that those who ran the planet were dangerous. The government of Baleine feared for the life of their current queen, a woman named Sabyr, who has been receiving numerous death threats from these so-called 'politicians' of Yabbai. There's a rather large price on the queen's head and bounty hunters are Yabbai's soldiers.

Tyth and Fan are both very concerned. Their foreheads crease with stress each time they mention their queen's name as they sit in the center of your workroom, teeth practically chattering at the idea their queen may be dead whenever they return home.

"The First Order has no friendship with Yabbai, I can assure you that," you say to them, your fingers tapping against the glass of your desk. You see Tyth's features contort into a scowl.

"The planet disgusts me," he says. "They have absolutely nothing to offer the entire galaxy. If it were up to me, I'd destroy it."

You purse your lips, your eyes lowering. "That would be an act of war, ambassador."

Tyth shrugs. "If it works."

"I hope you realize that I am unable to give you any conclusive answer for your problems. I must go over it with the commander first." You shift in your seat, your stomach dropping at the mention of him. "I pass on the information. It's a delicate situation."

"Of course," Fan nods. "We understand. We just need answers. Help of any kind."

You pause, your eyes glazing on Tyth who is seething with rage. "The First Order is capable of anything, but we usually require a reason to completely obliterate a planet." There's a pause. "Yabbai would be better off as dust, but other allies might not agree."

The two ambassadors remain silent. They seem hopeless and you feel a twinge of guilt for it. Your job as ambassador is never easy and your relationship with these two men go back to your younger years.

You look at Tyth again. He's still brooding, his eyes darting to the floor. You can sense anger in him; it swells deep in his chest like a detonator. And like all detonators, an explosion follows. It was no surprise when Tyth stood from his chair and pointed a finger in your face.

"Your union has ruined you. Your head is clouded with illusions!" His voice grows louder and you watch him, your expression cold. If Kylo Ren couldn't frighten you this man couldn't make you flinch in the slightest. You remain un-phased by his rising voice and his muttering. Fan flinches beside him.

"Do you expect me to make these decisions by myself?" You stand, leaning against the desk and protruding into his space. "I cannot speak for Snoke, nor can I speak for my husband."

At the mention of this title - husband - Tyth chuckles under his breath. "Husband indeed," he snarks.

Your fists clench at your sides and you have to do everything in your power to control yourself. You look towards Fan and he continues flinching each time Tyth says anything at all.