No Resistance

There was no resistance. It was nearly eerie, how quiet the airspace into the planet was. Like the people of Kalevala had suddenly abandoned their homes. Even aerial command was down, filling the ships with static.

"Weren't you supposed to have an informant in command?" Maul snarled while the navigation team tried to contact their spies.

Pre Vizsla swallowed, feeling his armor chafe uncomfortably while he shifted. "Yes, well - this must be their signal. They must have apprehended the guards and command."

"And forgot to contact you?"

"Mistakes do happen."

Maul glared at the woman who had spoken, who glared levelly back. A small smile curled at his lips - this one did not flinch from his glare. "Mistakes in war are dangerous, Kryze."

"They cost lives - I know that all too well. Just prior to the last Mandalorian war I watched most of my clan die by a firing squad. But you know," she gave a shrug, "that was called a mistake too."

"Kryze!" Vizsla barked, gritting his teeth when the ships touched ground in the shipyards. "Enough!"

"Sir?"

"Command your troops to spread out - I want soldiers in every major government building by the time the Duchess is imprisoned, and the broadcasting stations wired to my personal comm within two hours."

Bo-Katan gave a small nod, shoving on her helmet and striding purposefully out the door. She took hold of a warrior's wrist when she walked down the ramp into cool air, speaking in a hushed whisper. "Contact Commander Cody - tell him to prepare his troops across the planet. Have all Republic casualties streamed, if there are any - we'll need all the evidence we can to show how ruthless Death Watch is."

"Copy that, Auntie."

She gave her nephew - whom was dressed in Kryze blue and silver armor - a smart shove on his shoulder. "May the goddess be with you, Korkie."

"You too."

She relayed different orders to the Death Watch supporters, feeling her skin crawl while she did so. Hopefully by nightfall, this will all be over.

Maul and Vizsla joined her a few minutes later, and she led the way towards the palace. Little had changed since she had lived in Sundari - maybe there were a few more public gardens and buildings and stained glass windows, but it remained largely the same.

"Where the hell is everyone?" Vizsla muttered, staring around while they took an abandoned speeder towards the palace.

Avoiding you. Hiding. Protected by half the Third Systems Army, who are more Mandalorian than you mewling quim.

Led by the brother-in-law I didn't know I had until a few weeks ago.

She entered into the palace hangar, where all the lights were shut off and not a single machine whirred.

"They're expecting us," Vizsla murmured, watching a sole mouse droid scurry from underneath a ship towards a lift. "They have to be - who tipped them -"

Maul spun on his heel, pointing his lightsaber at Bo-Katan's throat. "You."

"Me what?" She murmured coolly, doing her best to look bored and squash down her fear. Come one, Kenobi - come on, sense us, god damn it.

"It's because of your clan Mandalorians like me are in this -" Vizsla didn't get a chance to finish his sentence. He was thrown across the room, his head hitting the wall with a sickening crack before falling limply to the cement.

"Throne room, Kryze," Maul murmured. "That's where Kenobi is - I feel it."

"I'll take you there. I promise."

Author's Note: Hey guys! Even if you aren't American, Happy Thanksgiving (even though it sucks and is my least favorite holiday). So cliffhanger - again! ^-^ The next chapter will probably be uploaded within a few hours, so need to worry!

(As usual, I'll edit this fully at a later time)

Enjoy!

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