"Ha ha ha ha ha!" A burst of mocking laughter echoed through a luxurious palace.
A young man with long silver hair, a sinister face, and a scar across his cheek was holding two beautiful, scantily clad women as he drank and made merry.
This terrifying man was none other than Tiber Zayne, leader of the Zann Consortium and Shen-Jon's prized disciple.
"You mean that Pre Vizsla started the war himself, only to start crying that he couldn't take it anymore in front of a crowd of civilians less than a week later? Ha ha ha ha ha!!" Tiber Zayne laughed so hard he nearly doubled over.
His trusted aide, Urai Fen, stood before him and said calmly, "That's right. He originally believed the war would end within two or three days, but after more than a full week, he had only captured Secundus City, a single city controlled by the Rebel Alliance. And when the Rebel Alliance began its counterattack, he had already run completely out of supplies."
Tiber Zayne raised a hand and shoved the two women beside him away. He was immensely strong, and the push sent them rolling several times across the floor before they crashed into the wall. Though the women were in pain, neither dared make a sound. They merely held back tears and retreated.
"And then? Did he come crawling back to beg me for supplies?" Tiber Zayne asked with a vicious grin.
"Not exactly. On the contrary, he is threatening us," Urai Fen replied blandly. "He said that if we do not support him in winning the war, he will hand Mandalore over to the Galactic Empire."
Tiber Zayne made an exaggerated expression. "Oh~~~ hand it over to the Galactic Empire! Our Pre Vizsla really has thought this through. He struck right