When Bo-Katan was a child, she had imagined countless times what it would be like to rule Mandalore. Heroic battles, fighting off invaders, assassination attempts and detective work...

In any case, ruling fell short of her expectations. Council meetings to discuss the logistics of rebuilding and growing the population, hours of paperwork and sifting through what remained of the archives was what took us most of her time... and now, for example, standing by the landing dock for what felt like hours--but was probably only fifteen minutes--as she waited for your ship to land. You had come in contact with her a few days ago, one of the first people to recognise her as the new sovereign of Mandalore, and asked to meet her, which she readily agreed to. The hopeful, childish part of her hoped that you were interested in the rebuilding of her planet, while the other part, more logical, realised that you probably just wanted to get the best trade deals before anyone else did. In any case, it was a great occasion to build herself a network, even if she would have preferred to be overseeing the cleaning of below the city, where weird creatures still lived even after the year they had already spent rebuilding.

Her glum thoughts were quickly interrupted, however, by the sound of your ship entering below the thin layer of clouds above the planet, landing a few moments later. Bo-Katan only had a few seconds to try and remember all the etiquette lessons she had barely listened to as a child as the ramp descended, before she realised she had forgot your title too. Oh well, with a bit of luck, you would say it again once she had greeted you.

"Your highness--" She started, giving you a small, respectful nod as you stepped off the ship, two guards in tow. "It's a pleasure to welcome you to New Mandalore."