Planetary Governor Alora Banks had been the governor of the small mineral-rich planet in the Pegasus galaxy for the past four years; she had four more years of her term when the aliens invaded. Before that time, her rule had brought prosperity to the planet, building it into a major trading post between two solar systems. All her hopes for a successful reign came crashing down that day, as the aliens came with overwhelming force.<br/><br/>Within a few hours of the invasion she had sent a communiqué to the commander of the invading fleet, stating that she was ready to surrender to whatever terms they had if they would spare her planet. She let them know there was a failsafe mechanism that would start a chain reaction within planet’s core causing total annihilation; she suspected they would send dignitaries.<br/><br/>Alora was short, fit with an ample chest which she hid, lest people pay attention to her breasts instead of her words. She used a tight band of a new fabric produced on the planet that made her look several sizes smaller. Her fiercely green eyes and long blonde hair in a tight bun rounded out the delicate features of her fair-skinned face. She arrived early, making sure all the last minute preparations had been taking care of, electronic signing devices all in order, she poured herself a glass of water and waited.<br/><br/>She had opted for a deep blue business suit, with a long skirt, eggshell shirt and a matching jacket. She wore no jewelry and very little makeup, the situation grave, she wanted to appear somber. It was not long before her lieutenant governor, Gregor Ikves, strode into the room, his long legs carrying him across it easily. He had a shit-eating-grin and she was about to ask why he was so happy, when the aliens appeared out of nowhere.<br/><br/>“Greetings, I am Governor Banks. Shall we proceed?”  she said bowing in a formal greeting.