Star Wars: YIARA

Chapter One: Amnesty

Imperial HQ.

Five levels up in the HQ was the Imperial conference room for the entire committee. There was a circular table that took up mostly the entire room. It sat eight individuals but one was missing. Yiara. At the head of the table was a small entrance that for anyone who wanted to step in the center and speak, could. In the center of the room was the large Imperial symbol.

"We are one of the last cells existing throughout the entire Epiphany unit! What do we do!?" A man with a mustache wearing black attire shouted.

"Yes what DO we do!? The General is right! THREE of my shipments coming from Jakku has been hit over the last few weeks!" Another officer shouted.

"We are getting pushed to the outer rim, our forces are scattered, our unit is holding on by a thread and when one thread is pulled they all unravel. And they all unraveled beside a few stragglers when that MANIAC Killian risked it all! He put us all on the line! He put all of our resources out on a limb!" another officer shouted wearing black uniform.

"He went on a whim! A leap of faith that, that JEDI to help us! He gambled nearly our entire unit and all of our forces on the line! He played a dangerous game and that game FAILED." An imperial officer spoke.

"They hit my freighters and two cargo shuttles of mine over the last month! These Rebels are relentless! What do we do to stop them!? They've made their way onto our Imperial shores here on Airhaasy already and they've corrupted Avidan on the far left shore of the planet. What do we do without a leader who escaped but seemingly has done nothing but ABANDONED us and has neglected us here to pick up the scraps!" Another officer shouted.

"Doesn't matter anyway! After her being with that mad man for so long she's probably so corrupt she's bound to send us all on a wild suicide mission and risk us all! We are all in danger! We need a leader! She wouldn't be fit anyway!" The mustached man shouted.

"Order! Governor Yi-" one of the black attired officers began as the doors flung open into the conference room.

Two black death troopers stood behind the figure in the door way. Into the conference room stepped Governor Yiara in the flesh as the doors shut behind her. She marched in. She wore military green Imperial officer's attire and green hat as well. She wore black gloves and boots and a black squared belt as well with a silver buckle in the middle. She carried a tablet in her hand with a green grid of the circular HQ on it. Her hair was cut shorter only up by her ears and had been died red. All of their heads jerked as she stood there with the tablet under her arm. She stepped into Imperial territory. Her real enemy. She was playing a very dangerous game of Dejarik as she stepped through the entrance at the head of the table and into the center of the room. Her arms folded behind her back as she gave a cold, chilling stare around the room.

"I understand you don't believe I am...FIT to be your leader anymore...isn't that what you said Lieutenant Avril? She said, staring harshly at the gray uniformed man.

He gulped and swallowed. Taking a moment.

"I will run these Headquarters whether you like it or not and I will keep our cell strong. You are right. Killian DID indeed gamble everything on a Jedi saving us. He was a strategist and a strong leader until the holocron got involved then he became clouded with power and his eyes were blind." She said.

"Who's to say you won't be the SAME GOVERNOR'!? You were romantically involved with him! You were at the HEAD of the Epiphany! You were just as much to blame as KILLIAN! YOU put our men at risk as well as our resources! This is just as much your fault!" Avril shouted.

"I took ORDERS! I took DIRECTIVES Lieutenant! I took orders! YES we were romantic but I NEVER gave orders! I took them and acted on them! I talked Killian about it! I warned him of the dangers of the Jedi and it's his fault!" She shouted.