The Empress-by-birth had almost squeeled in shrill delight when she had gotten the news. One of her loyalists, a Communications Officer, had intercepted a request for a diplomatic consul to determine the relationship between the new Emperor and the new Mandalore.
She had gone so far as to kiss the Comm Officer's hologram on the cheek. She wondered what her boyfriend- an important Admiral's aide on Coruscant- would think if he knew that she was really an Imperial, master Intelligence Agent and cheek-kisser of this young man. She doubted he would like it very much, but he would get over it. It had been too many days since she had been able to stop by the Core; she would have to make it up to him. Maybe they could celebrate her secret alliance with the Mandalorians.
Not that he would know what they were celebrating, of course.
Riina thought for a moment, the delighted features sliding from her face as she concentrated deeply. What do I want to tell Flat? Obviously, the Mandalorians would expect some sort of true alliance- troops to come to their aid in time of crisis, a presence at certain ceremonial events. Obviously, Flat had to know something. The question was, what?
Then again, these were Mandalorians after all- not so primitive any more, but still savages. The idea of attending Imperial ceremonies, with their helmets left behind at home, wearing scant enough armor that they looked like gentlemen...
No, they would not wish to do that. Nor would the self-proclaimed "Emperor" wish them to. That would make matters a good deal easier for Riina. Too bad she didn't have her own fleet... yet.
Riina pulled out her makeup and disguise case. While the case looked no different on the outside than the makeup cases that a Moff's wife might carry, it was far more useful. The makeup inside was compact- brushing a little bit spread it out as though she was using a greater quantity. It was also designed with artistry in mind- rather than carrying thirty different shades of lip gloss, she carried Red, Orange, Yellow, Blue and Violet. The same went for the other items she carried. This left room in the case for wigs, hold-out blasters, poison darts, shoes... you know, the usual stuff.
Now, what would an ambassador in her combat armor expect a diplomat to look like...