"Merry Christmas, Everyone!" I greet, slipping on a Santa hat to complete the season enjoyment, "Duchess Satine is in our med-bay now and is being prepped to come on set. But, I'm here to prep you guys." With Mini, our set designer, back we now had our Christmas decorations up. Green and red chairs with a seven-foot Christmas tree behind them and strands of lights radiating from any corner you could find. Our small, black table even had a snowglobe in the middle.

"Satine will be treated differently compared to General Krell. With him, we gave him what he had coming, but Duchess Satine will not know about her death or any incident before that. She has come back in a state before her imprisonment, and does not recall anything else beyond Death Watch's terrorist attacks. We've received your questions, but have altered them slightly. No death shall be mentioned."

"When she woke up, we told her that she was in a coma for about a week after a fall she received." With this said, I brought my two fingers up to my ear piece and pressed down on the center button, "Bring her on, Ashley."

"While you guys wait for her, we'll be bringing on our entertainment early." I signaled to Amanda who stood by at the rope. She pulled down on the rope which made the red, velvet curtain rise up.

2-2-7 sat there on a stool with one skinny leg crossed over the other; his traditional green, bow tie strapped fashionably to his neck. The audience watched as the droid stood to his full height and approached the microphone; tapping it, it boomed back in response to the action. He cleared his voice and nonchalantly said, "Mix a box of mixed biscuits with a boxed biscuit mixer." There was a curbed silence at this statement.

He stared at them a little longer, a cough coming from the crowd, before saying, "Well?" He propped his hands on his hips; losing all seriousness as he did, "Repeat after me. It's called a tongue twister after all. Mix a box of mixed biscuits with a boxed biscuit mixer." The audience reluctantly complied, stumbling over a word every now and again as they did. I watched in amusement as 2-2-7 enthusiastically lead them along; distracting them as we worked on Duchess Satine.

I pressed the center button to my mic and whispered, "How's she coming?"

"Still a little shook up. She doesn't understand why we want to interview her after she's just come out of a coma."

"Do you need any help?"

"No. She's coming. A little reluctant, but coming. We're about ready to turn the corner now."

"Can she hear you, Ashley?"

"No. I've got Greg and his men taking her, I'm just our of earshot."

"Alright. I'm cutting 2-2-7's performance now." Shutting off my mic, I gave the signal to the droid and he nodded in return. The people were still trying to say the odd string of words when he returned to the microphone. "Well, that's all the time we have today. I apologize if you were hoping for more clowning antics, but maybe next time!" He waved goodbye, telling them to keep practicing before Amanda lowered the drapery in front of him.

I looked off to my right to see the Duchess standing by with Greg's men surrounding her. "Ladies and gentlemen!" I began, "Duchess of Mandalore!"

Bewildered, Satine took herself up the steps only to become wide-eyed at the crowd who cheered on for her. She had on her blush, colored coat and a green undershirt. When I came to shake her hand, I whispered, "Thank you for coming."

"Why am I doing this, now?" She glared at me, suspicous at our ruse. Looking about at the faces she did not recognize as her people, She further asked, "Where are my guards?"

I looked at her and mentally cringed, "This is your chance to speak out against Death Watch. People will be asking you other questions, of course, but this is the only time to do it. You're guards will be with you shortly after the talk." I was relieved when we reached our seats; because she couldn't press the subject anymore. I blind. Our story had about a thousands plot holes in it, but the game was to keep her too busy to ask.

When we were settled, Satine sat in the green chair and I in the red, she subconsciously ran her thumb across the soft surface. It was the only, true sign that revealed how nervous she really was, but aside from this, she held onto her propriety well. I couldn't honestly blame her for worrying. I wouldn't want to talk in front of thousands of people when I've been told I just came out of a coma, either.

"Thank you for coming on our show, Satine." I thank again, only louder for everyone to hear.

"No, I should be thanking you." she replied, "I'm more than happy to be here."

Picking up the red stack of cards from the table, I laid them on my lap, and explained, "Everyone here has been given the opportunity to ask you two questions. You may answer them or not answer them. Ready?"

"I believe so."

"Alright." I read, "By, 'Sithlord8665', 'Do you think Obi-Wan will leave the Order for you?"

She was taken back by this, and already I regretted saying it. I told her this would be about Death Watch, but, as I briefly skimmed through the cards, I saw political talk was going to be scarce. I can't do much except angle my face away from the camera and mouth the word, "Please." and after this, she reluctantly replied, "I don't understand the question. General Kenobi and I are friends, nothing more."

"That's fine." I smiled, nodding enthusiastically, "Just answer what you can. Okay? 'Grace' asks, 'How did you feel when you thought Obi-Wan Kenobi was dead?'"

She curtly answered, "Horrible." But, mentally I face-palmed and instantly went to rearrange the questions. In the past, I had to soften some of our guests with obliging questions before moving onto more serious topics. Though, now I think I have to do this interview in reverse.

Clearing my throat, I pulled out a different card, "'Ahsokatano191' asks, 'Do you believe Mandalore can be rescued by the evil that has now overcome the planet?"

Just as I had suspected, the light in her eyes reappeared and her posture straightened. This territory was familiar to her and she was more than happy to speak on it's behalf. "I do." Satine stated firmly, "Everyone is born evil, it's something we all have to fight against, but that doesn't give anyone an excuse to stay that way. Goodness is taught. Death Watch preaches that violence and death are who we are and should stay, but I disagree. They are apart of our past and should remain that way. We should be taking a step forward, not backwards."

"You make a very, good point." I said, "'Captainrexbest35' asks, 'How did you feel about your beliefs being challenged after that video tape was faked before the entire Senate?'"

"What Death Watch did to Minister Jarec's speech only strengthened my views of a pacifists; because these criminals will stop at nothing to get what they want. Even allow our own planet to go into ruin."

"'Hazardous by Instinct' wants to know what your thoughts are on Darth Maul?"

"I've heard he's a vicious monster," she commented, "but aside from what General Kenobi has told me, I have never met him and pray I never will."

Placing the card on the table, I said, "Now, our next question is from 'Grace', and it's for your sister. 'How did you feel when she turned to Death Watch?'"

At this, she sighed "Bo-Katan met someone who convinced her of that Mandalorian traditions should be kept. Even the violent ones, and whoever this influence was, he changed her. When she did finally go to join their forces...I lost a good friend that day, let's just leave it at that."

Solemnly, I placed a hand on her shoulder and said my condolences. I'd feel horrible if one of my brothers left me and joined a side I didn't believe in. To the core, family is all you have as cheesy as it may seem.

"Alright," I read, "From, 'AgentEcho'... 'How often do you spend time with your nephew Korkie?'"

Satine took in a breath and expelled it, "Korkie comes by every week or so. More when he's on school retreat. I'm proud of him, you should see just how much he's grown."

"I bet." I smiled, "'CaptainRexbest35' asks, 'How many dresses do you have?' and," I quickly add before she says anything, "These questions are just small details of your life people are curious about. So please...humor us."

Satine's lips pressed into a thin, white line for a moment; having these casual talks in public didn't fancy her well, but we gave her a chance to speak out for her people. So, she quickly tallied up the number of outfits she owned and said, "Eight."

"Really?" I became wide-eyed, "I would of thought being a duchess paid more."

She answered simply, "My people are going through an economic crisis. If I gave into every luxury...it would be liking stealing from the mouth of babes."

"Well said, if I do say so myself." I commented as I stood up and casually walked behind the Christmas tree. Ashley and Mini came on stage and followed me. Meanwhile, leaving Duchess Satine sitting there dumbstruck. Ashley bent down grabbed one end of the giant, candy cane while I went for the other. Mini plucked the big, teddy bear from the ground and hugged it close to herself. "It's just so fluffy!" When we came out with the items, Satine's mouth dropped in shock. "Are those for..." she trailed.

"You?" I grunted as the weight of the object, "Yes, yes they are." and in haste stamped a bow on the curve of the blue and green candy cane, "These are from 'Captainrexbest35'." Mini gently placed the teddy bear beside the Duchess, and waited for Ashley to finish up assisting me before they both left the stage.

I plopped in the red chair and gasped, "We need to have a weight limit..."

Satine was beaming as she laid her hand on the head of the bear to feel it's cushiony touch, "This is incredible. Thank you."

"Oh, it doesn't stop there." I grabbed a small box decorated blue, wrapping paper and a white bow from under the tree and handed it to her, "From 'Sithlord8665'."

Carefully, she lifted the lid and inside she found a silver locket. Drawing it out of the container by it's clasps, she read the engraving on the back aloud, "No matter where you are, you'll always have the ones you love with you'." She then opened the locket and a hologram appeared. First it showed her family and then changed to a picture of General Kenobi. She blushed at this and closed the locket in haste, "This is so kind of her, thank you."

"You deserve it." I said, "I'm impressed at how you hold to your beliefs even when your own life is at risk. That is not something that can be done easily." I then stood and add, "You're a hero, Satine." as I gesture for her to stand, as well.

I turned to face the audience and say, "Please put your hands together for Satine Kryze! Duchess of Mandalore!" Everyone cheered and even 2-2-7 came out to root for the woman who sacrificed her life for her beliefs and people. Satine blushed at this, and I shook her hand one last time before Ashley came and led the Duchess of the stage.

"Alright." I clasped my hands together and said, "That was our Christmas miracle for the week. Stay tuned for next week! Love you guys. Amanda!"

The red-headed teen ran up the stage and held out a card for her to read from. She said, I'd like to wish a merry Christmas to: Grace, Dark Angel and Dark Star, Jhinx1, Emerald the Warrior Princess, Rogue 2k8, Sithlord8665, AngelAxexinf, Dark Brother 16, jediclonecowgirl, Comrade, TripleThreat123, weathergirl17248, Dovahkiin154, Dogma23, Rexsgirl123, purplewillowtrees, NobelMeta, Kickincupcakebutts6, glabierules, Ahsokatano191, JediChick101, Hazardous By Instinct, Celtice and Dukakis 2016, AaylaKit, Bookreaderninja, Yaya The Elf, AaylaKitofNiflheim, Dogmatup23, Spikala, Shadowclanwarrior, Snip1212, Captainrexbest35, Rex133668, monsterhuntergod-Ratholas Mkl, Gamergirl052, Nat13cat, AaylaKit, Avalonyx, AL0LT0, just another fanfic author, Angel's anthem, Anakin Ahsoka, Azalea, Rose, Tessika 14, Queen, Thearistacats, Skywalker02, Onryo, KitFisto'sGirl, Alex Tsukino, lady gaga, lefty blondy, Ahsoka33, and TCTrent45!"

"Merry Christmas, Everyone!"