The battle was over, and the dust from the conquest was settling. Cassus Fett stood at the forefront, his imposing figure clad in his distinctive golden armor glinting under the fading light. His T-shaped visor reflected the fear in the eyes of the gathered crowd—hostages taken after the Mandalorians had swept through their city. The air was thick with the scent of smoke and scorched earth, the remnants of resistance now reduced to smoldering ruins.

— You are alive because Mandalore wills it. Your city, your homes, belong to us now. Cassus's voice cut through the tense silence, calm but laced with an underlying menace.

— Those who resist will be shown no mercy.

The crowd murmured, fear palpable as Cassus's words sunk in. His presence commanded absolute authority, and even among the Mandalorians, there was a silent respect for his ruthless efficiency. Cassus turned slightly, his gaze soon falling upon you.

— Observe.

Tilting your head up with his heavy blaster pistol, he made you the example to the crowd. The tension rising, and the fearful anticipation among the hostages grew faster.

— Resist, and you will be blasted into nothing. He stated, making absolutely sure his word was clear.