Chapter 23

714 FNM (24 BBY)

Month 10

Mandalore, Sundari Palace

Satine Kryze

Sipping my wine I looked across the table to an old friend, perhaps more if I let myself think too much about it. Long time ago on planets far far from here Obi-Wan and I had spent time together not too different to this moment. No, I guess running from assassins, Death Watch mercenaries as well as other people who wanted to see me dead was somewhat different than this moment.

At least we weren't in a swamp being chased by massive bugs, it was an improvement. Obi-Wan was sitting across from me enjoying his own wine. I had picked up this particular brand on my return trip from my homeworld after, well discovering something that I would rather forget. I would have to deal with it when Tanya arrives in 2 days, but that is future-Satine's problem. For now I should focus on the present.

"It's been a long time since we've talked, Obi-Wan." I said looking across the candle lit table. We were outside on a balcony overlooking the city. It was almost night time as the glass dome over the city gradually got darker as time went on and we were left to ourselves to enjoy a little alone time to have a discussion we had not had in years.

"It sure has been, Duchess." he said, putting down his glass looking up at me. "And I must say you've done a wonderful job rebuilding Mandalore. Your dream of turning this place to a peaceful place seems to be coming true."

I smiled with pride at that, nodding in agreement I said, "It took a lot of hard work, a lot of diplomacy, and politics but I seem to have finally gotten all the clans to agree to work with me, even if some are only grudgingly."

"Grudgingly is better than not at all I would think." he said with a very good point.

"That you're right on, though I'm sure we shouldn't be talking about politics. I'm sure we've had more interesting things to talk about since our last conversation."

"Yes, conversation." he said as a way that reminded me that we had not exactly parted on the best of terms. It had been a bit of an argument, nothing too serious, but a component of our relationship at the time were fierce conversations on the matter of politics, negotiations, and the difference between pacifism and self-defense. Oddly enough his ideas of self-defense happened to correspond well with Tanya's, from what I remember. At least I should probably stay away from that thought and keep it locked away.

"Then let's try some recent events. How is your old Master, Qui-Gon Jinn?" That would seem to have been a mistake, as I saw a flash of what could be best described as a pained wince across his eyebrow, telling that it's an old pain that has not really gone away it seemed.

"Master Qui-Gon fell in combat protecting the people of Naboo from the Trade Federation some years ago."

"Oh, I'm sorry." I said, reaching out to lend some support by touching his hand. I was not exactly familiar with all the cultural issues of the Jedi but I could understand some things. Even though they claim to seek not to have attachments, a master was often the closest thing that he had to a father and I could see that with the way they had interacted when I met them.

"I appreciate your concern, he was a good master." He seemed to be off and thought for a moment before changing the subject saying, "Perhaps we should move on to something else, something less severe. I've met with your new representative from Mandalore once or twice, Tanya. Remarkable mind, very focused, she seems to have got in her head that she's going to be the one to terraform Mandalore all by herself."

Tanya had met with Obi-Wan? That is unexpected. Keeping a smile I said, "I know, she's a bright girl, though I don't understand why you would have had a run in with her?"

Obi-wan took a moment before taking a bit of a shrug and saying, "Unfortunately our first meeting was over politics. The Order had recently heard about the Silver Codex and being that I was one of the very few members who had experience with Mandalorians, I was sent to talk with the new inbound representative to see what their thoughts on the matter was. Quite a list of thoughts if I remember correctly."

That was understandable. I thought that document had proved to have some odd flushing out effect that I had not foreseen when I had originally okayed it, but what was the other meeting. "And the other meeting you mentioned?" I questioned.

"Well, I've actually not met her more than once. But my padawan, Anakin, has met her more than once. He apparently has had a few run-ins with Tanya speaking with several Jedi of the Order and I have also heard that the Agricorp was quite taken with her persistent diplomatic abilities and way of framing things. I'd say she's done a lot to repair the image of Mandalorians in some circles of the Jedi Order."

Well that was a proud statement if I ever heard one. I know that when I had visited the Order all those years ago, Mandalorians were considered little more than barbarians who would occasionally form hordes and attempt to ride over the horizon and raid their great capital of the Republic.

I have done my best to try and reform that image and I think I had done a good job but to hear that Tanya was doing the same was something I could take pride in. Even if I suspected she'd gotten up to using a little bit of Old Mandalorian tricks in order to safeguard the peace that I had established.

"That sounds like Tanya alright." I said with a bit of a smile and pride before continuing, "This is why I chose her to go to Coruscant. She's got a good head on her shoulders and knows how to talk to people, really makes people understand what she's trying to get across."

Obi-wan nodded his agreement, taking a sip of his glass before saying, "That I can agree with. And if she can rub that common sense of herself on Anakin I'd be very happy."

"Oh yes, your new Padawan." I said before continuing, "If he continues to interact with Tanya, I'm sure she'll rub off on him. She has a tendency to get people to see her point of view, it just takes time."

"A point to keep in mind then. Although meetings with senators is not exactly something that happens too often. But fostering a friendship between the two couldn't hurt."

Nodding my approval, I marked down something else to add that to the list of subjects I should talk to Tanya about when I saw her next. A list that kept on growing with every afternoon it felt like. Sipping my glass, I for a moment wondered, where our conversation should go next. Thankfully that question was quickly answered by something that has been staring me in the face the whole time but I hadn't had the real time to take it in till now.

"I have to say Obi-Wan, I do not feel like that beard was a great improvement, it hides too much of your face." He smiled at that and rubbed his chin like he used to do all the time though now his beard was clearly in the way.

"I don't know, I like it. Helps me blend in a lot better when I travel to the Outer Rim."

I nodded at that, his master had got along rather well with the Mandalorian Clan Leaders due to his practicality "True, most people do expect to clean shaven Jedi. I have to wonder if that's why your old Master always wore a beard."

Obi-Wan shrugged, "Never had a chance to ask, unfortunately. But I would believe that with him being a practical man, always focused on the here and now so that would make some sense."

"I always appreciated his practicality. We both have him to thank for helping us through a lot of problems..." I felt a nostalgic ping. "During our time running from mercenaries all those years ago."

"If that's not a true statement, nothing else is. To Qui-Gon." he said, lifting his glass.

"To Qui-Gon." I responded, lifting my own.

Mandalore, Mandalore Orbit

Tanya Kryze

The familiar ball of sand rose up in the blackness of space in front of us as our ship made its way home. It has been a long time since I've seen Mandalore, almost a year at this point, but it's good to see it still as a familiar dust ball, I guess. Hopefully the next time I return here, there might be a little bit more green on the surface. The Ithorians were very slow on the whole terraforming process and they still hadn't agreed last time I'd been at Coruscant. But I could hope that things could change between now and then, maybe they'd speed things up a bit.

Smiling, I nodded to the pilots, Kastel and Mok, before stepping out of the way and into my quarters on the ship. On the trip back, as punishment for the trouble those two caused, Struc and I agreed to have Tabi and Vai do PT and sparring matches against both of us right after, everyday until we reached Mandalore. Since we are approaching Mandalore we agreed to give them time to freshen up so they don't enter the Palace smelling like a run down gym. I've been wearing some rather casual clothing since getting on board this ship since I didn't need to wear the armor 24/7 to keep my face hidden from the Jedi nor did I need to wear a dress to keep the assumption that I'm just simply a politician going on amongst the Royal Guards.

But things were about to change back to standard, being a Princess of Mandalore there are some expectations. Mainly by keeping up the appearance of being a pacifist which means not running around in clothing that gives you fluid motion, in short I had to wear a dress again. My once pure hatred of the concept has, I think, finally just died out. I wasn't a fan of it but it was simply a uniform I had come to accept at this point. And to be fair, the dress is fairly comfortable which does make it more tolerable.

Shaking my head, I walked in front of the mirror in my room and got to work first making sure my hair was colored perfectly blonde and touching up a few areas that had grown out in the last few days. Keeping my hair blonde was not just important for maintaining the ability of Vai to switch out with me, it also showed that I had connections with aunt Satine and leaned in her political direction. If I ever wore red hair, that would imply that I was leaning more in Bo Katan's direction, which is not as far away from the Duchess of Mandalore's direction at this point but it is not exactly her point of view. Better to give the appearance of being a child that favors Satine over Bo than Bo over Satine as it would do my political career more favors at least.

Once that was done, I stripped out of my streetwear and pulled my official green dress out of my closet before pulling it on over my head. That was merely the first step of course but it is much easier to have a second pair of hands to do the rest as I tapped the communicator on my vambrace and asked, "Vai can you come in here and give me a little help?"

"Right away, princess." Responded her voice from the vambrace. After waiting a bit, she came into the room wearing a blue dress with a faint scent of wild flowers as a sign that she had just finished her shower, already getting ready for our landing. No doubt she'd already come to the conclusion I had that as soon as we landed we would be having to make a meeting with the Duchess in order to confirm our arrival in a political sense. Seeing the state of the open back of my dress, Vai immediately walked over and began trying to help me get it tied up.

"Thank you, Vai. Political clothing is so time-consuming to get on." I muttered. With advanced AI, FTL, and Laser Swords you would think that a replacement for a zipper would have been developed by now. Maybe a magnetic strip that automatically seals itself when both strips are close together? It should eliminate the need for a 2nd person to help close the dress as well as be easier to manufacture as it is just 2 magnetic strips instead of a zipper.

"I understand, considering I think you look more at home in that armor than any of the political dresses I never seen you in." I saw her tilt her head in the direction of my bed where the armor was currently lying on. I had been cleaning it one last time before I tried to figure out how to store it away.

"Yes, well combat is a lot simpler when you don't have to use your words but less fruitful in the long term. Armor's easy to get on because it's the easier path, political dresses are hard because it's harder." Vai and we shared a laugh as this was both true and a joke.

"Probably should have gone up into stand-up comedy with stuff like that." Vai mused before finishing the last clasp at the top of the dress. "There we go, want me to do your hair as long as it used to be, since I'm already here?"

"Might as well, thank you again Vai." I said as she got to work putting my hair into a bit of a fancy braid.

"So… have you come up with a plan to deal with the paparazzi situation?" Vai asked, sounding a bit unsure of the answers she was expecting to get. All I could give her though was a look in the mirror that said I was not amused.

"Well I'm going to have to have a fake date with your boyfriend in order to make a public break up as public as possible. But because my love life is a matter of discourse for the public now, I'm afraid it's not going to be enough."

"It's not?" She said, sounding a bit confused.

"No, no it is not. I'm most likely going to have to assemble a team to review the information about what people think online about this whole situation and find out exactly what the opinions of the public is on the matter. There are quite a few things I now have to take into account, if the public are now enthralled by the adventures of what could be considered my love life, I'm going to have to consider either more security, to make sure that the paparazzi are not alerted to my movements… or…"

"Or?"

"Or alert the paparazzi to my movements myself." I said at that moment we had finished the braid and I shook my head a bit to make sure it was good and tight.

"I don't understand. Why would we want to alert the paparazzi yourself?"

"Quite simply, if they become reliant on intel I'm providing they won't go snooping where I don't want them. At least that's the hope. But that could mean I need to go on a few more dates not necessarily with Tabi, thank you very much,but at least with people I can be sure will either not cause a scene like Tabi does or be reliable enough to know that this is all for the paparazzi, a show."

"Hmm sounds like a job for Ordo then."

"What?" I said with a bit of confusion. The fact she had gone straight to Ordo first made me wonder if he hadn't let slip that little kiss in order to get past enemy agents. If so, that meant he was obviously the worst possible person to take part in this show since he had taken more of that kiss than what was really meant, even if… No, I was not going to think about that.

"Well Ordo is a minor prince, he's been your friend for years, and he seems to be more than willing to go along with any operation you come up with. All in all he's incredibly loyal and would probably be the perfect person to pose as your boyfriend for the media. Unless of course that JJJ guy is right and you want to set up a harem. That might take a little bit more work though."

I laughed at that idea, that was such a stereotypical from another world plot line that I couldn't even think about pulling that off. Though I will note that would generally cause more confusion, on the matter. Something to keep in mind for the future. Hopefully I would not need to do too many operations in order to keep people from being too deep into my life and hopefully I would not need a reason to do that. With any luck I would never have to don the silver armor again. If that remained true I would rather not have people looking into my normal life.

Finally I said, "I will take him into consideration. As for the harem joke, I think I will probably not engage in anything like that. The plan is to provide simple entertainment, not to make the traditionalists amongst the Mandalorians believe I'm some loose Coruscanti."

Vai nodded her head in agreement before saying, "Yeah it's probably for the best." Shaking her head though she continued, "We're probably almost landing, need help with your makeup or anything?"

"Thank you, Vai but I've got it from here." I said while nodding my head in the direction of the door.

She smiled and nodded, leaving me alone in the room with my thoughts and the armor. Finally I walked over the bed and began packing it up before shoving it deep into the closet on board the vessel. X4 had already assigned one of the robot pilots to take this ship to Concordia so another robot would stash the armor deep in the mine that was Bo Katan's training area.

Now with any luck I would never need to use this particular armor again. I might need it once more to do another meeting at Gargon but with any luck I could do that remotely.

Once I was done, I stepped out of my room and walked towards the front of the ship seeing that most of the other Royal guards were already looking at the window as we came into the spaceport.

"Glad to finally be home." Kastel said as he manipulated the controls for a smooth landing.

"Can't wait to get off this ride and relax," Mok responded while grabbing his Royal guard helmet before sliding it on his head as he got up.

I give a little cough to get everyone's attention before saying, "I just want to say I want to thank you all for your help with this whole mess with the False Silver. I had no intentions to ever get involved in the way I had and really hope to never have to do it again but I'm glad that I know trustworthy Mandalorians such as yourself are willing to work with me for the betterment of Mandalore."

"I would also like to make it clear that I planned this to be a one-time thing and will not be advertising this ever, which means keeping this under wraps as much as possible."

Skota let out a loud laugh before saying, "Pretty sure none of us really want this to get out. Something tells me the Duchess is not going to be happy that we let her niece run off to play Hero of Mandalore."

"That reminds me," the Royal Captain saidi. "I have to ask. That whole hatred of war speech, how much of that is true?"

I was surprised by the question but answered it without issue, "All of it, for they are wasteful use of resources. It's necessary for protection, of course, but it's unnecessary for aggression as I made quite clear in the speech. Having any ability to defend oneself and those you deem worthy to protect is a good thing. Having the ability to conquer another, not so much. There someone will have to pay for a waste of resources down the line eventually."

"And the New Mandalorians are afraid of war, thing?"

"Helpful tool to explain the situation. I doubt all New Mandalorians fear war but there are very deep scars from war that are hard to forget. Some people will look for any ideology that'll promise a way out of those scars. Even if it would leave them open to being conquered by the thing you fear. A dose of fear is healthy but to let it go too far seems to be the intention of those who push for pacifism at the expense of Mandalorian culture."

The Royal Guard nodded before saying, "Alright, if no one else has any questions I think it's time we get the princess back to the Royal Palace." No one else raised any thoughts so within 20 minutes we had unloaded the ship and we're taking a speeder barge to the Palace.

Mandalore, Sundari

Tanya Kryze

Looking out at the city as we passed by I noticed that there seemed to be a lot more construction than normal. Nothing too major but it seems that buildings are being reinforced for expansion. The only times that have happened was when a larger group of people had volunteered to join the community of New Mandalorians. I doubted that happened due to the violent coup on Gargon. I'm sure that this was just an unrelated thing.

Besides, my speech was not the greatest for bringing people over to the New Mandalorian's point of view. I'm sure there had to have been something else going on that I was unaware of since I was out of communication with politics for nearly a month and a half at this point.

Looking out a window I saw the Royal Palace coming into view, its tall structure almost reaching the ceiling of the dome at some points. I was not one for forming attachments to a place but seeing the old building did bring back a few happy memories of my time there. The place looked exactly how I remembered it when we left. From the guards watching over the platform to the various speeders that have been left by politicians who would come to kiss ass or do actual work depending on what level of the government they worked in.

Well, almost exactly the same I blinked a couple times as I saw someone standing on the platform. I tilted my head a bit in confusion as I thought she would have taken longer to get back from Gargon.

Before I could really get into my thoughts on that matter, the speeder barge came to a stop next to the platform and we started getting off. My six guards, in they're blue and silver uniforms, stepped off to give off their importance as Royal Guard members followed by me and my green dress and Vai in her blue dress. Standing across from us waving was Bo Katan standing in a dark red dress, her hair basically the same though and I don't think that even though somehow she's been forced into wearing a dress, she was still wearing her vambraces. Considering the city's opinions on armor, I decided to leave mine in my luggage just to assure them that I'm fully committed to the New Mandalorian way.

Stepping forward I said, "Aunt Bo, good to see you." as I gave a curtsy.

"Long time no see kid." Bo said, stepping forward and giving me a one armed hug. Causing me to hold in a chuckle knowing that that was a quite bold lie but a necessary one.

"Yes, long time no see. What are you doing here? I thought you and Aunt Satine weren't getting along very well."

Bo shrugged and said, "We weren't, I had just returned to Concordia a few days ago and I found a dress in my ship and orders to show up today. Don't know what that's about though."

That raised an eyebrow. I knew that Satine knew about Bo Katan's training area, she was the one who bought it from Governor Pre after all. Why would she want Bo to be here today though? I had made it clear on what day I would be returning so this was likely simply a family reunion sort of thing. Maybe she just wanted to spend time with everybody? Yeah that was probably it.

Shrugging, I said, "Maybe she just wanted you to be here for my return to Mandalore? It has been a while." I offered, which got a shrug from her and she put her arm around both me and Vai walking with us towards the palace entrance.

"Maybe, I don't know what Satine thinks 90% of the time. I wish I did, like the fact that she got me a dress in my color." Bo said before shrugging again. "By the way, I just watched an interesting couple of clips last night. I have to say you two have been on quite the adventure on Coruscant haven't you.

I raised an eyebrow confused, taking me a bit to remember the whole club affair. Shaking my head I simply said, "Oh that? That was just a bit of youthful foolery. I'm sure that won't ever happen again."

Bo shrugged simply saying, "Ah I think that's the kind of youthful foolery most Mandalorians can get behind. Don't throw away a chance to have fun, go for it Tanya. And that's for both of you, next time you go on a trip maybe you two should go on a double date, maybe switch partners midway through just to screw with people even more."

I chuckled at that amusing thought and I nodded before saying, "I'll keep that in mind auntie Bo."

"Good Now let's go see what my sister wants. I'm sure it's nothing major, probably wants to yell at me for disappearing for a couple weeks."

We followed the corridor through several turns, passing various frescos and artistic parts of Mandalorian culture enshrined in the walls of the palace and eventually found ourselves in front of the main doors to the Great Hall.

The noon-day sun was shining with a golden light through several windows into the main room and I noticed that for the most part, it was as I would have expected. Aunt Satine was sitting in her throne with several Royal Guards near the entrance and by her seat. No other political functionaries seem to be in the room. I would have expected to see Prime Minister Almec but maybe he was busy.

Smiling Satine said, "Welcome home my dear niece." as she got up from her seat walking slowly down the aisle towards us.

I gave you another courtesy and said, "It's good to be home, Aunt Satine." I could have gone with her title but I decided to go with family since that would do more to show that nothing really changed in how I saw the relationship since we first separated a year ago. Coming into the room with Bo Katan was not exactly going to do me any good considering their little squabbles so I needed to maintain the family relationships we had in her mind.

She walked right up to me and gave me a big hug, which was a bit of a surprise. But the kiss on the cheek even more so. "It's good to have you back safe and sound."

Before I could really respond she practically did the exact same thing to Bo Katan instead saying, "I missed you too sister. It's been too long since we've had a conversation.

And to complete the trifecta she even gave Vai a hug, though she only said, "Welcome back dear." Then she stepped away from all three of us and said, "Guards, please clear the room, I want to have a private conversation with my family, to catch up." The Royal Guards that had been in the room before we came in immediately left and my guards did the same. After all, her order superseded any order I could give.

I wondered why she would want to clear the room. It's not like we had anything secret to talk about… secret to talk about oh no…

"Something you wanted to talk about sister?" Bo asked first and was immediately punched in the face. Who was left looking down to her right with a bit of blood coming from her nose.

"That's for taking my armor." Satine said, shaking her hand to get the sting on her knuckles to dissipate.

Bo returned to looking at her sister with a grin and said, "Now that's a proper Mandalorian welcome."

"It's only half of what you deserve, father would be rather annoyed with you pulling that stunt. If that armor had not gone to a good cause I might have hit you again."

"Good cause?" I coughed hoping that the only thing that had been discovered was the missing armor and why has she figured that out of all things.

"Yes, White Silver's little dethroning of False Silver." she said looking directly at me implying that she knew exactly what I had been up to. Gulping, I wondered if I should take a step back and avoid the slap that was probably coming my way. But I decided to not do that, no doubt trying to avoid the hit would show a bit of weakness I couldn't afford right now.

Instead I coughed and said, "Ah actually your armor was resized into a set of personal armor for myself that I took to Coruscant in case of emergencies. It's mostly unchanged and only refitted to my size if you want it back."

She shook her head with a deeply annoyed sigh. "No, no it's probably doing you good. However we need to have a long conversation about taking risks like you did. And the political consequences that your White Silver character will have to endure."

Smiling, I said, "Hopefully there will never be a reappearance so White Silver's political consequences will vanish into the sunset. Never to be an annoyance to New Mandalorians again, while also leaving a stable center to prevent any civil war in the future."

Satine chuckled and nodded her head "That's what I'm hoping as well, but I still have to issue an arrest warrant for her nonetheless. Simply to appease the New Mandalorian factions that are not a fan of the anti-war and anti-pacifism groups that White Silver has empowered with their speech."

"What is White Silver being charged with?" I asked, fairly concerned about that turn of events.

"Anti-pacifism, thankfully all the footage showed her using the stun mode on her pistols which implies everyone she shot survived so there's nothing major that can be charged against her. Well I believe if White Silver was ever caught she would probably get off scot-free. If she ever came out of hiding I'm pretty sure everyone is of the opinion that what was done on Gargon was the right move in the long term and did a good job explaining that even if it was buried in a rant about being anti-war."

Sighing, she reached out and hugged me again, nearly burying my face in her upper body. "I didn't realize how much growing up without your mother and father had made you hate war, if you ever need to talk about this I'm here for you, Tanya. You don't need to rebel against everything."

Thankfully, since my face was firmly planted in her chest, Satine was unable to see the look of confusion on my face before it turned to one of understanding.

It makes sense that a young girl who lost her parents to war would probably take one of two modes. Either complete fear of war or as I had done hatred of it. While my hatred simply came from the waste of human resources I could play with this by playing the parts of a hurt little girl. Reaching around her and hugging her back I said, "I will Auntie Satine, I will."

She gave me one more tight squeeze before we untangled from each other. Not really sure what to say next I let Satine take the lead as she let out a deep sigh and said, "Alright, so how many people know about this now? Just so I can keep an eye on this situation and we can keep this secret."

I sighed and said, "It was a situation with very few options. I had to let all of my Royal Guards in on this in order for this to work. And they have performed spectacularly, could not have done it without them." A bit of praise to their performance would likely help reduce their punishment is the least I could do for all of their help.

She nodded, "That is six of some of the more trusted guards in my staff. That's good, is there anyone else I should know about?"

I shook my head before stopping and saying, "Zum and X4 knows as well now."

"Well that explains why Zum not been getting in contact with me" she shook he head before sighing "as for X4 If you don't think he can keep a secret, don't forget we can always have parts of his memory wiped to keep him quiet."

"I'll keep that in mind." I said, planning to do no such thing. Yes, logically what she had presented was right but I didn't like the notion of destroying a being's self by removing bits of its existence. The whole fact that we were using droids as unpaid labor was already dark enough in my mind. Giving us the ability to just wipe their minds was something I just didn't feel right about.

Shaking her head she finally said, "Now that we've had our moment and you promise never to do this again, correct?"

"I know, I will never do it again without your direct permission."

That raised her eyebrow a bit, causing her to say, "Why would I give you direct permission to don the costume again?"

I cleared my throat before explaining, "White Silver apparently owns Mandal Hypernautics now and she has a high position in the company now. The Crime Lords of Gargon are also interested in possibly being integrated into the Mandalorian sector as a full state and have asked White Silver to act as an intermediary in that process."

Satine had a look of complete exhaustion at that information, similar to what salary man experienced when they get additional work just as they were about to clock out for the night. Shaking her head she says, "Wonderful, that you will have permission to work on that. I don't know if the Crime Lords of Gorgon, as you put it, can be integrated into the Mandalorian sector in any feasible way but I would not say that putting an end to a possible Pirate Port within the sector would be unwelcome. And if White Silver can do this then it would do a lot to improve their reputation."

I nodded my head before Satinecontinued, "However we will not be discussing any more of this, for the rest of the trip we will focus on Tanya Kryze not White Silver, okay?"

I smiled and nodded, "Okay." I'm more than happy to put White Silver stuff aside for a while.

Shaking her head, Satine stepped away and headed towards her throne before she said, "By the way, which one of your guards was within the Coliseum with you?"

I wondered why she wanted to know that but I saw no harm in telling her, "Engiz Ordo."

"Of course it was him." she said with an amused tone and a shake of her head before she took a seat on her throne saying, "We'll arrange a dinner to celebrate your return and then we can talk about what Tanya got up to on Coruscant."

Oh no, we are going to have a talk about the club. Well since we were being so open about things, I guess I would talk to her about my theories of what was going on with Count Dooku possibly trying to stir up trouble in Mandalore for the Seperatist Crisis that was taking off.

Mandalore, Mandalorian Academy

Korkie Kryze

New Mandalorians are afraid of war. It was a statement that I wasn't sure if it was true or not. Few weeks ago when this whole Silver Mandalorian nonsense reached what I thought was its climax. That Shabuir warlords are going to come out of their hiding places to try and drag the sector back into its older ways. I have the impression that's what is going to happen to the sector I live in.

And then my expected understanding has been turned upside down, as the warlords of the past were beaten by a crazed Concordian girl claiming to be the original White Silver.

And that was before she gave the most divisive speech I had ever seen on the subject of war to come from a Mandalorian. All my life I'd only ever seen two points of views, the Old Mandalorians represented a war in a want to create more pain and chaos for their own gain. While New Mandalorians seek peace, attempting to rebuild from our mistakes and move on from our barbaric ancestors.

But that was not the view presented by the Silver Mandalorian that had taken the stage. Their point of view is that war was inevitable, and that Mandalorians needed the ability to fight against war when it rears its head. Because Mandalorians aren't the only beings in the galaxy and eventually someone would not come in peace.

I couldn't deny that the Silver Mandalorians' methods had worked. They had fought a representation of war in the form of a corporation that dated back to the Old Warlords and defeated it on public holo for all to see. Not only that, the fact that she had proclaimed Satine to be the true Mandalor which was not what I had expected. I figured that this Silver Mandalorian was going to be as power hungry as every other warlord from the past. Instead they did as much as possible to try and give all their power to Satine, based solely on the fact that Satine was elected, that really blew my mind.

Clearing my head, I took another bite of my shatual club sandwich. I was sitting in the cafeteria of the Royal Mandalore Academy with Lagos, Soniee and Amis and we were enjoying lunch. The Academy is a place where a lot of young clan nobles were sent to try and learn about various diplomatic and statesman skills. As well as trying to make friends with said other young Mandalorians in the hopes of making a strong bond between the clans and a stronger future. At least that's Tanya's position on the matter when we had talked about why she's going to the Core and why I am going to the Royal Academy. I may disagree with her on the diplomatic support of White Silver but I could not say she didn't have a nose for figuring out the deep plans of those in the political class.

I sometimes wondered how come she had not been set up to go to the Royal Academy. But then again if she was so good at figuring out the plans of the political class, the Senate was probably the better place for her to be. She would have a much better idea of what's going on than I was I merely an average student.

Most of the students around me were wearing their normal uniforms for the day with sunlight coming in through the window that faces the outside of the dome. The Academy was located near the edges of the dome, due to the fact that some students actually were brought in from other domes and cubes. So portions of the Academy actually stretched outside the dome, at least the current standard. I heard rumors that there's been talks about expanding the dome in the general direction the Academy faced but that had yet to happen.

Most of the uniforms were a blue in color with light blue shoulder marks, with the standard iron heart emblem emblazoned on the shirt's front left pocket in a light blue. On the surface, everything looked normal, everything looked as it had been a couple weeks before. However there were a few changes that I noticed that had raised my eyebrows in the last few weeks that were causing me to think about stuff like this more often.

Couple of students had started wearing a white or silver cloth around their arm to signal their support of White Silver's philosophy. If that had been it I would have figured it was a passing fad. Unfortunately some enterprising individual had apparently gotten their hands on a bit of a clip that zoomed in on White Silver's armor and copied the four winged emblem she had. And now they are selling armbands with her emblem on it for a rather hefty price but people were willing to pay as that had taken off a bit.

There was a bit of factionism that hadn't been there before. Although White Silver claimed that she supported Satine and had gone out of her way to say that. I still worried about what that would mean for the future. Letting out a deep sigh of contempt I put my half-finished sandwich back down on the tray.

Before I could really get my mind rearranged, Lagos reached out and put her hand on mine saying, "You okay Korkie? you seem down."

Smiling, I looked up at her and said, "Yeah I'm fine. Just just got a lot on my mind."

"I get it." Amis said, stabbing at his food with his fork. "System's getting a bit more complex, it happens now and then. I'm sure things will figure themselves out eventually."

"Yeah, hopefully." I said leaning back in my seat. "Things are just a bit more complicated than usual, it feels like."

Soniee shrugged not even looking up from her datapad and she said, her brown hair flowing a bit in the movement, "Things are always complicated, we're just noticing it more because we're going into politics in a few years. Frankly though I wouldn't worry about the armbands. Their just a status symbol to show off, maybe a bit longer than normal but they'll go away. When she cemented herself into legend with that whole attack on Gargon, people were going to want to know more about her. Learn more about her ideas and maybe implement a few of them into their lives. Before we're already interested in the Silver Codex all this has done is prove that there's a bit of teeth behind the Codex."

"You're right," I said whilst leaning back on my chair. "I just worry about the implications and what it'll all mean in the future."

"Nope," Lagos said, shaking her head, her blonde hair not held up in a usual ponytail today. "You really should just get your mind off of this, isn't your sister coming home today? Focus on that instead."

"Yeah," I said, rather timidly on the matter. I had been planning to, well I may have been a little bit of a Mir'sheb to Tanya on the matter of White Silver before all this happened. Part of me wondered if I should probably apologize for being a Mir'sheb. A part of me realized that I hadn't actually been that bad so I didn't really need to say sorry about the matter.

Either way, Tanya and I would need to have a conversation and maybe come to an understanding on all of this. Tanya had always been more

interested in the White Silver. Maybe she'd seen what I saw the whole time. What am I saying of course she would have.

"She'll be home tonight." I finally said. "I got myself a ride over to the Royal Palace so I'll have dinner with her tonight."

"Oh, that's good. Hope we can get her to come down to the Academy and say Hi. Maybe explain what she's been doing over the last two weeks that's gotten every other girl in the Academy jealous."

"What are you talking about?" I said looking up.

Amis looked at me confused before saying, "Have you not seen the news recently?"

"The only news I've been watching is the news about White Silver and other big political stuff. Every other time is spent working on work for school."

Soniee sighed and shook her head before she pressed a few buttons on her pad and turned it to face me showing me a picture of Tanya with a pinkish-haired Royal Guard as they entered some sort of clothing store. Wait, that isn't Tanya. I'm sure of it. It's kind of hard to tell the difference if you didn't spend your entire life near the person but there are small differences that showed me that it wasn't Tanya in the picture. It's much more likely to be Vai, Tanya's handmaiden. There is also the fact that Tanya is happily going to a clothing store, which is as impossible as Aunt Satine declaring herself Mand'alor whilst wielding the Darksaber..

"Paparazzi caught Tanya on a date with his boy, entering some pretty racy clothing stores. It was getting big just before the whole White Silver thing went all over the place. This story's pretty much on the back burner but I think it'll resurface more than White Silver in the long run, now that White Silver is going into hiding. People will be more interested in what the new royal couple are up to."

I let out a laugh before saying, "Oh yeah, she's going to have to explain that." Knowing full well that that was probably not her and she was going to have to try and explain that in some reasonable way. However, if she'd sent out Vai and some boy to play as a couple before. My face slowly died as I realized that while yes this date in front of me was most likely fake it's likely a fake date to hide Tanya's real date elsewhere. Tanya is dating someone and as her older brother it is my duty to make sure that whoever her partner is didn't besmirch her honor or screw up in any way that would harm her. I would protect my little sister even if I didn't agree with her political leanings most of the time, because family is more important than politics.

Mandalore, Sundari Palace

Korkie Kryze

'Well, the atmosphere here was rather tense.' I mentally noted as I speared some roasted nuna with my fork. Once school came to an end, I had gotten on a speeder barge to get to the Royal Palace to see my sister. Both to see how she was doing as well as say hello to Auntie Satine. I hadn't seen Aunt Satine in a couple weeks because I finally moved out of the Palace and into the Academy dorms.

I had expected to have a simple meet and greet, enjoy dinner with the family, play catch up for a couple hours, and finally end the night by returning to our own rooms.

That wasn't happening, mainly because there was not just Aunt Satine and Tanya here. Bo Katan is also here, throwing an unexpected dynamic to the gathering. From one side of the room to the other was absolutely quiet, compared to what I was expecting. As if people were not really sure how to talk about the going ons of the world. It's to be expected I guess, the whole White Silver stuff was bearing on my mind just before I arrived here is probably bearing on everyone else's minds as well.

Well Bo Katan was not someone I knew to ever take an interest in White Silver's ideology so maybe she was just being awkward because everyone was being awkward.

Fine, I finally stopped pretending to be enthralled by my food and decided to do something progressive and get the conversation rolling.

"So Tanya, what exactly happened a couple weeks ago when you got into that fight in Coruscant?".

Tanya coughed as she seemed to be taken by surprise by the question before clearing her throat and saying, "Well we were returning from a trip to a local club for senatorial staff and things just happened to align that two groups of ruffians decided to have a fight on the stairs down to where our speeder car is located."

"And you charged into the fight. Why?" I asked, trying to figure out the whole story.

Tanya shook head saying, "I did not charge into the fight, that's not what happened. I wasn't looking where I was going and I stepped down the stairs thinking nothing major was happening. It's not like I could hear the fight before we turned the corner, the traffic on the street and the noise of the club were drowning that out. It's only after I was in the midst of the fight that the situation went pear-shaped. Engiz was punched out of the stairway by a man who got himself cybernetic augmentations with his arms allowing him to, well, punch with the force of a slow moving freight train it looked like."

"Oh that's got to hurt." I said, matter of factly. Taking note of the name she said, "Engiz, isn't isn't that your pen pal?

She smiled, a look of happiness on her cheeks and she said, "Yes, he joined the Royal Guard before I left for Coruscant."

I wouldn't say I was wide eyed on this but my eyebrow is definitely higher from it. Did I just find evidence that my sister was engaging in a hidden relationship and letting her handmaiden take the flak for a more visible relationship? Perhaps, do I want to push harder on this? Yes, mainly because I wanted to make sure that this Engiz guy wouldn't hurt her, less on the physical way, more on the emotional way. I doubt anyone would be able to hurt Tanya physically more than emotionally. Based on the video of her fight, she's taken a couple hits but for the most part avoided all of the blows headed her way and gave out plenty in return.

I would have to ask the girls to poke around more, maybe they could see what was going on. I'm sure they'd be more than willing to take Tanya out on more clothes shopping dates.

"So what have you been up to brother? I haven't kept up on the news."

I shrugged and said, "Nothing too much, no fights at least. Mainly just been going to school and learning various diplomatic codes favored by various clans. I imagine it's not too different from the stuff you have to learn, just more focused on the Mandalorian Clan's Codes of Conduct. For instance never piss off a Tenau they're known for holding grudges for generations. Apparently, they and Clan Detta have been fighting for the last 300 years or so over some small insult their clan leaders did to each other while on the planet Harswee."

Tanya tilted her head before saying, "Oh yes, I think one of my Royal Guards mentioned that story to me once. Quite an entertaining tale I've been told since the insult was literally wearing the same armor colorations and style and a meaning of some kind."

"Really?" I said, surprised. "The book I was reading actually said one clan leader killed the other over some disagreement about territories, nothing about any clothing."

"Hmm, I wonder which story is true, can never tell with history. Some cases, unless you dig back deeper into when the story first started and find which one is older, that might give us an idea on which one is the truth. So much history has been lost over the last couple hundred years. When you think about it, I have to give it to the Ordos. They have a splendid collection of historical works as well as information on quite a lot of what Mandalore has done over the last 3,000 years."

"I imagine not a lot of the independent clans have their own versions of museums and collections of information stored all over the place. If they could all be made to work together, questions like what is the real story of that whole incident may be answered." I mused as I sat back in my chair.

"Hmm, an organization to build museums and to better collect and store history? Brother, have you been reading the Silver Codex?" Tanya asked with a smile.

"No, Why?" I asked, confused. Only to get a chuckle from her in response.

"One of the things near the end of the first Codex talks about building out museum infrastructure to better collect and store history. That's something that should be done in Mandalore, not only for the preservation of history but also for a tourist market."

"Huh, I did not know that." I said, rubbing my chin in thought. I really need to read the Silver Codex at this point, just so I don't embarrass myself. It seems to be a lot more than just military and fighting, like Tanya said all those years ago. Granted I suspected the history they wanted to preserve are the fighting in the military but maybe there was something more that could be found in the history that had been lost, something only a few clans knew but was important to the whole society of Mandalore.

"Actually," Aunt Satine spoke up from where she said sipping on a glass of wine from her homeworld. "I've been thinking about starting a foundation here in Mandalore to try and organize all the museums and libraries into something more substantial, a system that could work together."

I looked over towards her a bit stunned by this turn of events, wondering if this had anything to do with the most recent developments with White Silver.

"I've been thinking about this for a while," she continued, "but I've been too busy trying to keep the government on its stable path. What with the little disagreements over years and other issues that have drawn my notice from things here at home, I never have the time to really put this together. I could use some help getting such a system built, I would need someone to run around and talk with various Clan Heads to try and get them to sign on to such plans and allow for this organization's historians to gain access to the information they have."

Smiling, I said, "I would love to help Aunt Satine. My weekends are pretty much clear. I could take some time off to visit various Clan Heads on Mandalore and talk to them on the matter of creating this historical organization."

"Perhaps we should call it something like the Royal Historical Academy or something." Tanya proposed that she rubbed her own chin and thought.

"Not a bad name, at least for a start. I can always contact a few people who are better with the creation of organization names to get something that's a little bit more official down the line." Satine said

Tanya spoke up then saying, "I could reach out to various Republic institutions and maybe the Jedi see if they have any records that they've kept about the Mandalorian people they may be willing to give us copies of, to at least add to the number of records available."

"A wonderful idea." Aunt Satine said, nodding her head in approval before taking a sip of her glass. "We would need a place to build the headquarters for this museum organization and for them to have their own collection to allow the viewing public to see while the researchers are in the back exploring our history to its fullest."

"What about Keldabe? From my memory, the old capital of Mandalore is still pretty banged up from the Clan Wars as well as the Siege of Mandalore. I'm sure having something built there will help the city in the long term."

"An excellent idea," Tanya said before continuing, "starting a historical museum in what can best be described as the birthplace of the modern Mandalorian people would go a long way towards showing a commitment towards the history of Mandalore."

"I can poke around a few Clan Heads that I know." Bo Katan spoke up from the other side of the table, drawing everyone's eyes to her. "I get around once in a while. I have a few friends who might be interested in joining this little history club. I'm personally not that concerned about it." She looked to the side and sipped her glass of wine, seeming a bit off as if she was unsure of what she was doing.

"Thank you sister," Satine said from the other end of the table, "that sounds like a wonderful idea and that would make this on a whole family project something I don't think we've ever had."

Tanya nodded before saying, "No time like the present to start having a few family bonding experiences. I'm sure if we all work together this will turn out to be a wonderful institution that'll help the next generation of Mandalorians understand their history better than we understand it now."

Satine nodded and said, "However this is a little bit too much work talk for a family table I think. Tanya, do you have any other non-work stories to talk about from your time on Coruscant?

She shrugged her head before saying, "I don't think so, I've been pretty busy helping the Ithorians, trying to get them to speed up the process of having terraforming ships brought to the Mandalore sector."

Satine nodded before saying, "Well do not let that project become all consuming, do not be afraid to take a break and have a little fun."

"Noted though I wouldn't worry too much about it. I'm mostly just waiting through a lot of paperwork and I'm pretty good at getting through that quickly enough. I started this project and I will see it finished. It just takes time to get through their bureaucracy."

"You started the project?" Satine said, leaning in .

Mandalore, Sundari Palace

X4

What a delightful business I've been given to manage by my Mistress. It was not too complicated as all I had to do was communicate with the now CEO of the company, Jewyl Toza, but it was such a diversified asset to have under her control.

Mandal Hypernautics was at its Core a shipbuilding company, a warship manufacturing company to be more specific. Granted its facilities had seen better days, at its heights it had the ability to produce true warships, Battleships and Star Destroyers that had been the envy of many governments. Now production was geared more towards fightercraft and the occasional skiff. That was most likely going to stay the same as selling Starfighters and Corvettes to the Hutts was a profitable business. No, the only reason we could sell them to the Hutts was because the company did not have a good reputation or the last CEO. That would change I hope as I had instructed the current CEO to look into the pleasure craft market as well as the cargo market.

Making a reproduction of the Lancer Pursuit Craft as a cargo craft may cut into MandalMotors' profits but being able to buy ships from a company I already owned would do wonders for my own profitability. Not to mention with the logistics train I've been setting up through some of my subsidiaries, it would be quite easy to sell these ships after delivering all the supplies they had gotten. What happened to those ships after then was not really my problem.

No doubt for the foreseeable future Mandal Hypernautics will be producing fighter craft and cargo craft which I would either use for the company permanently or sell after completing a job that would take it too far out of range of making their return profitable. Not only that, but the current clientele brought in by the planet of Gargon work of a smuggler variety. Of course there were plenty of pirates but the smuggler part was an interesting thing, small worlds tend to be very good pilots so contracting them to work for me would be quite profitable. I may set up a permanent headquarters on Gargon for some of my logistics companies in order to recruit from there.

Seriously, my Mistress is a strategic genius. She had not only got herself a company to make ships, a planet that would produce pilots, and allies within the local nobility or mob-nobility if you preferred. She had created plenty of economic opportunities on that planet that I could take full use of. The planet was just slightly off the Hydian Way that I could centralize all production of the Mandalorian armors that I had made through my subsidiaries to go to that planet. Meaning less collection trips were needed, we could even use the beskar resources that were on the planet to have armor produced there. Granted, beskar as a religious item was a solely Mandalore system thing. These are simply resources that the prior administration had collected but the amount of resources by my calculations they had collected were good for a four year war and to create a large army from this beskar storage.

While I couldn't sell the beskar out of the system, as selling beskar out of the system is a religious and cultural rights violation, which of course must be observed. But I would imagine I could probably actually sell the beskar to local armorers in exchange for subcontracting the armor production to fill a larger quota of various non-beskar armor orders. I worked with the chance to have workable metal that could be turned into works of art, an armor out of Mandalorian Iron that would probably catch a nice price.

I am still going through what was actually left. The records I had taken with me from Gargon indicated the storage has well over 4 years of material. So far we had confirmed, there was still two years worth of material left in Mandal Hypernautics storage yards but there were obviously large portions of beskar that were either stolen by the Mafias or the Nomads of the planet. All in all not a great loss since they were never really ours to begin with and as long as it went to Mandalorians it was not really a major concern.

The more interesting thing I found while going through the data are schematics for several kinds of droids. It seems like there have been discussions about building a droid factory on the planet. Nothing had been completed yet but there were even schematics for beskar armored droids. An interesting design, not the legendary Basilisk War Droids of course, these are more of the modern humanoid type used by the Trade Federation and Techno Union. Strange that Hypernautics had these designs, but then again those designs can be easily bought and replicated by anyone, all that was needed was one of their droids, and it was not like they didn't sell them to everyone who can afford them. Even I bought a few over the years I had been working for Mistress Tanya.

All in all though, the production capabilities of Mandal Hypernautics were well within being useful to my businesses and I could use Gargon for a very good economic hub for all my businesses. The only real issue of course would be the protection money that I would need to acquire for the mafia on the planet, but having Gargon as the main planet could work as a good way to pay not as much taxes as I would on Coruscant. Even with most of the protections on the Outer Rim's tax rates returning to a point before its Free Trade Zone limits, it was still a quite nice number compared to Coruscant. And it would serve Tanya well to save money and reinvest it back into the Mandalorian sector.

My Mistress made it quite clear in the Silver Codex, that I recently learned was actually made by her and her opinions on Mandalore was that it should become more peaceful as well as being self-sufficient economically.

Thankfully, I had a plentiful way of dealing with this situation. Lots of former Silver Mandalorians are still stuck on the planet and the nomads were willing to take money. With the aid of Bo Katan I'd help set up an organization on the planet called the Mandalorian Rangers. It was simply a way to maintain both peace inside Gargon City and on the peripheries of it out in the frontier lands that the nomads lived in.

The plan was to make the planet safer allowing for economic stability but it would also make my economic attempts safer as well resulting in a positive feedback loop. A safer planet makes more money, with more money coming in I could afford larger protection for the planet making it even safer, and so on and so forth until it started to reach diminishing returns. Of course I would have to be careful not to step on the local mob bosses toes. I knew some of them ran some of the heavier drugs but as long as everyone is happy by the deals and my Mistress is made happy by the amount of money being made, then all is right with the world.

I would need to get myself a few more agents on the planet to deal with the members of the mafia. Mistress's plan to turn the planet into a resort could help with the economic stability of the sector. This seems a little bit long-term but I could not disagree that the idea was theoretically possible. To make sure it works I would need to have reliable contacts within the organizations that ran the casino districts. Crime pays on Gargon. It probably would continue to pay even after my Mistress's ethics and morals were applied. I just needed to make sure it paid in such a way that it didn't harm the civilians that would come to the planet.

It was not like Coruscant was not known for being a hive of scum and villainy. Go far enough down and it was probably no different than Gargon. What mattered was the face that was presented, a face that showed itself as something safe and useful.

Perhaps there would be a way to improve the face of Gargon, this entire time I had been running these thoughts through some of the lowest parts of my droid brain as most of it was kept up working on financial information both my Mistress's legal and Silver's illegal financials but the idea of improving the face of Gargon required the attention of all my mental capabilities.

How would one improve the face of a planet that was known for being controlled either by criminals or pirates? Well you would need to make the criminals seem like less of an issue. Of course the plans to bring about a semi-military unit to enforce a code of conduct on the planet would help a lot in that matter but we needed some sort of sideshow. Something that would make people think that this place was a burgeoning cultural hub, not just a place to please people out of their money.

Going through my memory database I felt like I had come across something like this before hitting upon a conversation Vai and Mistress had about 3 months ago.

Sitting back I began to play it in my mind in order to better comprehend what was said.

"Your voice is really good, Tanya. You really should have thought about going into music."

Mistress audibly scoffed and she said, "I'm perfectly fine with my political career options. If things were to go terrible, maybe I'd be interested in becoming an idol. but that is not something I'm really thinking about in the long term."

"Idol." Vai asked with a voice of curiosity.

Mistress seemed to take a moment to think this through before saying, "It's a term for an actor or actress, usually on the younger side who participates in musical shows in order to improve their popularity. Often sponsored by various companies and such in order to bring people to be more interested in what that company is up to. I have heard that there are some planets that go really deep into this culture of idols and have whole industries about turning regular girls into musical sensations. They tend to be in the Core but it's a very niche culture really."

"Huh, well I don't know about getting yourself a sponsorship and all but I think you could definitely get a part in some musical play or maybe even make your own music."

Mistress scoffed at that, "I'm not that big of a songstress, Vai."

I stopped that memory as another memory connected with this one one from five months ago about songstress.

"You know if I was a songstress" Tanya began "I would take some of these historical events that marked our history and set them to music."

"Well we do have songs in Mandalore, even poetry," she said matter of factly as she shrugged. They were currently watching some sort of historical drama, one of the few attempts by the New Mandalorians to produce historical works in the last few months possibly as a reaction to the Silver Codex.

"Well true there's not enough kick to the songs and they tend to be just songs about the generalities of fighting and being a soldier. I'm talking about having a song specifically about an event set to some sort of heavy metal in order to give the song the raw kick it needs."

Vai looked at Tanya confused and shrugged, "I don't know about that, never heard anything called heavy metal but I guess if it did give the history a feeling of raw power or kick it might be interesting."

Ending that memory I tilted my head downwards to look at the computer in front me deep in thoughts. This might work, if I use Mandal Hypernautics to sponsor an idol, as Mistress had put it, set their music to some sort of heavy metal, as she put it, and make the songs about Mandalorian historical events that would definitely change the perspective of Gargon. It would create a very good impression that it was simply a diamond in the rough culturally that had yet to be fully prospected.

And if my event was successful, I'm sure the other mob bosses would sponsor their own idols which would create healthy competition in the business of idols. And with the amount of different musical variants and styles that could possibly be produced from such a situation, I'm sure something would catch on with the rest of the Galaxy which would give a bigger boon to the Mandalorian culture as a whole. Had Mistress been looking for an opportunity to apply this ingenious strategy? She always seems to have ideas well above the times. Does she actively plan ahead? Maybe she did or maybe she planned for a variety of scenarios and she stayed ahead due to the contingencies she developed? In either case, this is basically an order from the Mistress and it is my job to make this a reality. Straightening up I got to work figuring out how I would find an idol, how I would make my music, and what the heck heavy metal was. I'm sure it would only take me a week to find everything I needed to get it started, if not well long-term investments take time after all.