Spoiler
Name: Zera Qet
Age: 22
Appearance: Black hair kept in a ponytail or braid, green eyes, petite frame, 5' tall, freckles, pale skin.
Alignment: Rebel
Occupation: Spy, soldier
You know what the canon characters look like, so I won't bore you with a description.
Age: 22
Appearance: Black hair kept in a ponytail or braid, green eyes, petite frame, 5' tall, freckles, pale skin.
Alignment: Rebel
Occupation: Spy, soldier
You know what the canon characters look like, so I won't bore you with a description.
The sky over Yavin 4 was fittingly gloomy as Admiral Wilhuff Tarkin gazed out the window of the council room. He had been sitting in this chair for over two hours as the other leaders argued and insulted, and no verdict had yet been reached except that Orson Krennic was a bumbling idiot whose brains had more resemblance to bantha excrement than they did to a functioning organ.
Tarkin's fingers flitted to his jaw, subconsciously tracing the deep scar that ran from his ear to the bottom of his chin. This meeting had become tedious. He considered himself a patient man, but two hours that could have been used to construct a plan to bring their men back had been wasted completely, and a waste of valuable time was something he simply could not accept.
"That's enough," he said curtly, straightening in his chair. The seven other officials' heads snapped towards him. Sheev Palpatine, who had also been observing the others in silence, quirked an eyebrow at Tarkin as his drooping mouth curled into a curious smirk.
"There has been enough talk of doing something," Tarkin went on when he had gain the council's full attention. "I suggest we actually engage in the act of doing, now. There are five soldiers depending on our decision, and as we sit here bickering the Empire is granted more time to interrogate those soldiers." His icy blue gaze swept across the circular table, fixing on each face in turn. It rested on the sharp features of General Daala for a moment longer than the others. She could lead the charge. She was competent, and it might mend the small rift that had spread between them over the past month.
"General Natasi Daala will attempt a stealth mission to retrieve the captured officers," he continued. "She may gather a small force to assist her in doing so." There was a moment of silence. Krennic, naturally, was the first to break it.
"What gives you the authority to order another council member around?" he snapped, puffing his chest out. "General Daala is your near equal, Admiral."
"I don't mind," Daala cut in. "I haven't seen action for awhile. It'll be good to get back into the field."
"Besides," Thrawn spoke up from his corner, "the decision rests with Palpatine, does it not?" Tarkin glanced at his superior. Palpatine seemed to be mulling it over; his fingers gripped his chin thoughtfully as his eyes pinned Daala to her seat.
"The General has proven herself to be quite competent," he said finally. "And Admiral Tarkin is a man of excellent judgement. We can go over strategy as soon as a team is assembled, and it would put us further forward than these two hours have." There was a murmur of agreement from all at the table except for Krennic, whose face had turned a satisfying shade of red.
"It's decided, then?" Daala asked, standing.
"All in favor," Thrawn called. There was a chorus of "Aye's."
"Very well," Palpatine said with a cool smile. "This meeting is adjourned."
