As Daenerys's ship descended through the lush atmosphere of Clabron, the vibrant greenery of the planet spread out below, contrasting starkly with the tension she felt in her chest. She peered out the viewport, expecting to see a welcoming committee or at least some form of communication from the surface, but the silence was unsettling. The ship touched down gently, and Daenerys glanced at her two handmaidens, Dorme and Motee.
"Stay alert," Daenerys warned as they descended the ramp. "Something feels off."
The trio stepped onto the soft grass, the ship's engines humming quietly behind them. They approached the main building cautiously, scanning the area for any signs of life. As they neared the door, Daenerys spotted a flicker of movement—a shadow. She waved, trying to appear non-threatening.
"I am Senator Daenerys Targaryen, sent by Senator Organa to meet with Grand Minister Stin," she called out. The shadow shifted, revealing a figure partially obscured by the building's structure.
"No Republic," the figure hissed, the Clabronian's voice laden with fear and suspicion. "Leave immediately."
Daenerys raised her hands in a placating gesture. "I need to speak with Grand Minister Stin. We were invited.""
Her words were cut off by the sharp crack of a blaster. Motee cried out and collapsed, clutching her shoulder where the bolt had struck. Dorme reacted instantly, drawing her blaster and returning fire toward the rooftop where the shot originated.
"Get back to the ship!" Dorme commanded, her voice tense. "We're too exposed out here."
"No," Daenerys said firmly, kneeling beside Motee to assess the wound. "We need to get inside."
She turned to the shadowy figure. "Please, we need help. My handmaiden is injured."
The Clabronian hesitated before stepping into the light, revealing himself as a tall, wiry man with deep-set eyes. "I am Second Minister Tarmin," he said. "I can't let you in. It's not safe."
"We don't have time for this," Dorme warned, scanning the area for more threats. "The assassin is inside the building."
Daenerys's eyes locked onto Tarmin's. "Then inside is where we need to be. Out here, we're sitting targets. Please, she needs medical attention."
Tarmin glanced around nervously before nodding. "Alright, but quickly."
They hurried inside, and the door slid shut behind them with a reassuring thud. Tarmin led them down dimly lit corridors until they reached a small room where an elderly Clabronian lay on a bed, surrounded by a few attendants and a medical droid. Daenerys rushed to the bedside.
"Grand Minister Stin!" she exclaimed, kneeling beside him. "I came as soon as I could. I'm so sorry."
Stin raised a trembling hand to stop her. "It's not your fault. If you had come sooner, you would be dead too."
He gestured weakly to the medical doctor. "Tend to the girl. She...can still be saved."
The droid moved swiftly to Motee, assessing her wound with clinical precision. Daenerys turned her attention back to Stin, her eyes filled with urgency. "Is there anything the Republic can do for your people?"
Stin's voice was faint, each word a struggle. "There has been much debate. We wished to remain neutral, but the Republic would be more forgiving to neutral worlds than the Separatists. I chose our side, but they found out."
His hand gripped hers weakly. "The assassin was sent...to kill us both. You must prove...I was right about the Republic."
His hand fell limp, and his breathing slowed to a stop. Daenerys bowed her head, grief and determination battling within her. She stood up, her resolve hardening.
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AUTHORS NOTE!
So... this hasn't been so diplomatic now, has it?
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