Shanree stepped off the boarding ramp of the chartered shuttle into the warmth of the Nal Hutta sun. The warmth of the system’s star was diffused here on Nal Hutta, rather than direct, he was told because of the thick blanket of polluting smog that covered the world. There were few Beings in the galaxy who did not know of Nal Hutta, at least by reputation, or its gangster rulers– the Hutts. Shanree expected to feel the Force here screaming in agony under millenia of industrial pollution and neglect, to see and feel its oily sheen exuding from the world’s every pore, but he was instead surprised by the Palace Grounds around him. Gorzia the Hutt had seemingly crafted an oasis in the midst of a desert; Shanree breathed in the positive energy put off by the countless plants and fauna that littered the grounds. Somehow the Hutt had created a respite in the Force, free from the physical and natural corruption of the world around it.
At the bottom of the ramp stood a familiar presence flanked by four honor guards from the Cohors Praetoria. Supreme Chancellor Cassandra Tyris waited as he walked up to her. Shanree dropped his duffle bag beside him, stood at the position of attention, and snapped a crisp salute, “Chancellor, it’s a pleasure to see you again.”
Cassandra smiled warmly, pleasure radiating from her in the Force, and casually returned his salute. “Thank you for coming on such short notice, Colonel Argentin.”
She turned on her heel and began walking away from the chartered shuttle, the Cohors Praetoria falling in on her either side. Shanree grabbed his duffle and fell into step on her left, one pace behind per Army regulation, “I’m happy to be here, Ma’am. General Ampis said the orders arrived on letterhead bearing the seal of the Office of the Supreme Chancellor. I wasted no time.”
“It’s been a little while hasn’t it, Colonel?” She looked over her shoulder as they walked towards a Palace building ahead of them, “Since the Ethereal Realm, I believe?”
“Yes Ma’am,” he answered, “it’s a shame we never made it to that crystal fortress.”
She shrugged, waving a hand dismissively as though it was something that she’d long ago forgotten, though Shanree could see through the Force that their technical failure on that mission still wore on her. “That would have been a show, wouldn’t it? Speaking of which… Colonel, what do you know of Diplomacy?”
“Diplomacy Ma’am? I’m a soldier, there hasn’t been much need for me to be diplomatic on the battlefield,” he was a little confused at her sudden conversational riposte.
There was a note of amusement in her voice as she replied, “diplomacy isn’t always cocktail dinners, speeches, and negotiations. Sometimes there’s an element of… What’s the word… Showmanship.”
She snapped as she landed upon the word, “that’s why I’ve summoned you here, Colonel Argentin. I’d like for you to give our Hosts a little show.”
Shanree was confused, “A show, Ma’am?”
“I hear you’ve been making something of a name for yourself around the Clan, Colonel, challenging my officers and agents to sparring matches?” Cassandra’s voice was smooth, but he could feel her buzzing excitement below the surface, though it was unclear what flavor of excitement, exactly, she was feeling.
“I wouldn’t characterize it as making a name for myself, Chancellor,” he offered, “if this is about Governor Tir'eivra–”
The Chancellor laughed, “oh no, she had that coming. I’m glad someone took her to task before I had to. No, I have something else in mind.”
Hours later Shanree found himself standing in the center of a chalked out square at the center of one of the palace’s exquisite outdoor gardens. The ground was a fine, gravel-like sand that lay perfectly level across the open space between garden planters and lush foliage. The square was ringed on three sides by bleachers that had been assembled for spectators, with the fourth side of the square occupied by a raised dais upon which Gorzia the Hutt reclined easily. Shanree stood across the square from his opponent, the Supreme Chancellor of the Taldryan Republic. While excitement coursed through his veins, like it always did before a fight, he had misgivings about this bout. He did not often fight with an intentional audience for their delight and pleasure, he sparred because he enjoyed the challenge and work out. Shanree did not want to injure or embarrass the Chancellor, especially here at the site of her delicate diplomatic talks with the Hutts, but the Supreme Chancellor had been adamant that he was not to hold back. He’d argued with her over that, respectfully, before she’d put the issue to bed by making it an order.
He stood across from her in his work gear, as he called it, and she in her full Beskar’gam. It was an impressive sight for anyone to see such a tall woman in a set of fearsome Mandalorian armor. Shanree was not vertically challenged himself, but lacking the mass of her robed armor he appeared diminutive in comparison. Gorzia was delighted by this mismatched pairing and he laughed while pointing at them to his attendants.
When the Hutt Lord had settled, he said something guttural in Huttese that Shanree could not understand, but the Chancellor certainly could. She listened respectfully and then replied, “with your leave, my Host? Excellent.”
Cassandra turned to face Shanree. He studied her in the Force and saw she was anxious; she needed these negotiations to go well. The Chancellor was serious, her focus was crystalized in the way she radiated in the Force, and he wouldn’t let her down. Holding her lightsaber hilts in either hand she grinned confidently, “don’t tap out too soon, Colonel.”
He smirked in reply and grabbed both of the Wroshyr wood hilts from over his shoulder. Gripping one in each hand, he flicked the activator switch as he rolled in his wrists. Twin fans of emerald light snapped to life in his hands, the tips of which passed through the sand to his either side. The ground screeched and puffed into smoke at their brief, light touch and alerted everyone observing that his weapons were hot. Supreme Chancellor Tyris hit her activator switches with less flamboyance, merely flicking her wrists to either side so that the orange and cyan blades each emerged in perfect time with her movement. She brought the blade in her right hand up to her face in a duelist’s salute, which Shanree returned with the one in his own.
A droid produced a gong from somewhere and placed it within reach of the corpulent Hutt Gorzia. The Gangster Lord took the small proffered mallet and swung it vigorously. The gong’s reverberating crash signaled the start of their fight. Shanree reacted with preternatural speed and dashed towards his Chancellor. He cleared the ground between them in a heartbeat. She stepped aside and swung a saber across his path. Shanree threw himself into the air, twisting in a barrel roll over the cyan blade that arced beneath him. He landed and used his rotational energy to lash out with a crescent kick. Cassandra juked at the waist, allowing the kick to fly past her face without perturbation, and took another swing. Shanree blocked it, and the one that followed it, before launching into a combo of counter-attacks. For a few moments their dual sabers traded blows in a lightning-fast display of sabermanship.
Shanree slashed high, forcing her to duck low. She didn’t realize his knee was flying up toward her until the last moment. She turned her head, in an attempt to spin away, but took the impact on her skull. Her head snapped backward and she used the momentum to backflip and gain distance, but he would not give her a moment’s respite. The Miralukan lurched forward to close that distance. Cassandra had him right where she wanted; she landed on one knee and slammed an open palm into the ground before her. A shockwave exploded from that point, catching Shanree full on. The force of the blast caught him and sent him flying backwards, twisting and spinning uncontrollably. He landed hard near the edge of the chalked square. For a moment his head spun and his chest ached as it desperately sought to draw air back in his lungs. He felt a prickle of warning in the Force and rolled. An orange saber blade gouged the gravel beside him. The SAG operative tossed his legs while still laying on the ground, gaining momentum he used to spin. Cassandra tried to step out of the way, but her back foot was swept out from under her and she crashed to the ground. Shanree was atop her in a moment in a full mount.