Commander of Wolves

Chapter Twenty-One: Freedom of Mandalore

Early in the morning, two weeks after the Battle for Mandalore, Nya wakes. Silently, she slips from the bed she shares with Wolffe and pulls on her armor. Just as silently as she rose, the brunette presses a feather light kiss to her husband's temple, and she then leaves their room. She quickly makes her way to the throne room, where the Council of Mandalore is due to meet in only a few minutes.

Once she arrives, Nya takes her seat beside her mother at the top of the dais. While all of the rulers of the clans, as well as their children, and the others who were members of the Nite Owls arrive early, the old councilors, the ones who are still alive, from Satine's reign arrive five to ten minutes late. To the exasperation of the Mand'alor and the leaders of the clans.

After the former council members take their seats, the meeting begins. By the time that noonday arrives, the throne room has been dissolved into pure chaos. There is no longer an organized council of Mandalorians, instead, it is almost as if the throne room is another battle field. Although this battle field is one of words instead of blaster bolts and lightsabers.

On the dais, both Nya and her mother are pressing their fingers into their temples. Both women are on the verge of losing their tempers, their angry tics betraying the women to Ursa and Sabine Wren. Thankfully for the rest of the people present, Ursa possesses enough sense to know when to get others to be quiet, and so, when Bo-Katan became increasingly agitated, the head of Clan Wren stands and declares,

"Perhaps we should adjourn for a few hours? Allow our minds to clear and let cooler, clearer heads win out later today."

"Agreed," Bo-Katan said, standing. "This meeting shall be adjourned until 1400. You are all dismissed."

Nya stands beside her mother, takes her datapad, and leaves the room with the others. The woman walks calmly to her office, but once she is inside, she locks the door and slumps at her desk. She puts her head in one of her hands as she opens her datapad. Nya scrolls through the different issues pertaining to the Mandalorian clans. But before she can get far, there is a knock at her door.

"Me'copaani!" she snaps.

The door opens by use of the bio scanner outside the door. Letting her know, before even seeing who it is, that it is likely her husband. She is proven right when Wolffe, dressed in his beskar, steps through the door.

Nya sighs and says, "N'eparavu takisit. I'm just-"

"Stressed?"

"'Lek," she says as she rubs her forehead with the tips of her fingers.

"I brought mid-meal if that helps?"

Nya laughs. "To see you, always. Maybe you have some ideas on some of this political junk. Unfortunately, most of my current ideas have to do with shooting someone in the head."

"Politics was Fox's show, not mine. You know that. And, gedet'ye, don't do that."

Nya looks up from her datapad and flashes Wolffe a grin. "Elek, but as my riduur and a member of Clan Fett, you are Mando'ad. Just think of it like battle strategy. That you're very good at. And I won't, I have enough self control to not do that."

Wolffe hums as he sets a plate in front of his wife and then sits down across from her. Before she begins eating, Nya smiles warmly at Wolffe before returning her gaze to her datapad. While she scrolls through the issues, writing down solutions for some of them, the two talk lightly as both eat. Eventually though, she leans her head back and blows her breath, annoyance leaking through the Force, broadcasting itself to any nearby Force Sensitive.