Bo-Katan stood at the helm of the captured Republic transport, her stance imposing as her Nite Owls secured the prisoners. The senator, sat bound in a corner, glaring at her with contempt. The usual silence of space was interrupted by the hum of engines and the occasional hiss of the airlocks.

She looked at the senator with a sharp gaze. "You're not in the Republic's territory anymore. We make the rules now."

One of her men approached, "What do you want to do with him, Bo-Katan?"

She glanced down at the senator, then back at the crew. "Ransom. He’s valuable. If they want him back, they’ll pay handsomely."

The senator scowled, but Bo-Katan's expression remained hard as beskar.

“Tell them to prepare the ransom demands,” she said coldly. “Let’s see how badly the Republic wants its senators back.”