Rear Admiral Myranda Dennor stepped forward with a holocommunicator. "The situation is more complicated. Earlier today, my vessel received a message from Keilynn Rodarch. She is a sister of the recently captured Eralynn Varad. A necessary task, but it is far from complete." She clicked on the recording and stepped back.
The red-haired woman stood on the planet with nobody else in sight. "I am Keilynn of Clan Rodarch, sister of Eralynn Varad," she introduced herself. She had no way of knowing that the listening present already knew that. "You have done well in routing her warband here on Bankor," she said earnestly, "Her remaining followers have allied with my forces.
"I have come for two objectives: glory from combat and the retrieval of my sister." She took a breath. "I am willing to forsake the former if you hand her over to me."
Keilynn then smirked and then shook her head. "I imagine your first instinct will be to refuse. After everything she and Varo have done." Her lips grew to a wider grin. "And I imagine you will not believe when I say I am not like them." Her voice turned shifted to a more serious tone. "I find no enjoyment in the slaughter of non-combatants, nor will I use them as leverage against you. But the Resistance forces are targets that are capable of fighting back, individuals who would raise arms against the Mando'ade."
She stared forward. "I will give the Resistance no respite as you battle with Clan Kryze in orbit. Meet my demands, seek me out, or live with the consequences. I will leave a means of communication for you if you wish to discuss matters."