Chapter 25_Sublight Drive (Star Wars)

Chapter 25

 Orbit of Sy Myrth, Sy Myrth System

 Jospro System

 “Aren’t you still a senator of the Republic, Senator Greyshade?” Calli Trilm used.

 Simon Greyshade guffawed, “Neutral senator, Commander Trilm.”

 They were at Sy Myrth, one of the great factory worlds of the Confederacy. Hundreds of warships circled around the verdant world like the winds of a hurricane. Not only was Sy Myrth continuously spitting ships into orbit, but the White Hand was also bolstered by the surviving ships from Metalorn. While the Base Division, mostlyposed of the most derelict ships, was abandoned, the highly mobile Head Divisions were able to withdraw in the confusion following Castigation’s gambit.

 Most significant of the new additions were the two Providence-ss dreadnoughts, christened as Benevolent Mother and Olympus Mons.

 “Neutral or not, you are in direct vition of the Non-Communication Act,” Captain Krett pointed out.

 “You would be surprised how far you can go with credits,” Senator Greyshade grinned, twirling his moustache, “s, this is no time for small talk. I am here for business.”

 “I fear your definition of business, Senator,” I replied dryly.

 “You shouldn’t!” Senator Greyshade eximed, “As you may be aware, I represent Columex and the Vorzyd Sector in the Senate. I’ve remained neutral thus far to protect our trade right with the Republic, but now my friends on Raxus warned me that a neutral stance will no longer protect my constituents.”

 Friends on Raxus? Christ Almighty, was this Palpatine’s hand at y, or did the corruption between the Republic and Confederacy really run that deep? This guy is like the final boss of sleazy politicians. Regardless, you don’t mess with jank-ass gctic politics if you could help it.

 “And yoú came to us to protect your people?” Calli raised an arched eyebrow.

 “Who else?” he said, “You may or may not have realised, but your Coalition is making waves in the Separatist Parliament, especially with the uing Supreme Commander election. Until the First Fleet is recalled, you control the greatest concentration of warships on the Perlemian. There’s nobody else to go to.”

 “So you want to join our Coalition?” I asked warily, feeling optimistically hopeful.

 “Not just Vorzyd,” he grin grew wider, “I represent the entire Commonality. All five sectors; Vorzyd, Meridian, Antemeridian, Belderone, and Auril. We will contribute all of our votes, as well as eight-hundred warships.”

 The Commonality was no small deal. It was a confederation of five Outer Rim sectors that has existed for decades. Initially formed to protect their interests against the growing demands from the Core, the Commonality has since evolved into something like the Hanseatic League of the Perlemian. With extensive agreements in bothmercial and defensive matters, they were a bed of rtive stability and prosperity in the ever worsening Outer Rim conditions. Until the Separatist Crisis, obviously.

 Even then, they attempted to remain neutral to preserve their advantage, even after the Clone Wars broke out. Now, they were finally forced to take a side. A real side.

 “Why don’t you just leverage your neutrality with the Republic, then?” Calli countered, “You offer big with one hand, but what do you want in the other?”

 Simon Greyshade nodded knowingly, “I am d you asked, officer. This makes matters simpler. I already have raised my protests in the Gctic Senate, but the political backing for Operation Trident is absolutely overwhelming. Palpatine thinks he can cate me, but I have already made preparations to present my resignation and hang my post. I will not stand idly by as Columex turns into another Euceron.”

 Krett grimaced, “Euceron…”

 Captain Krett was currently hunkering down in Ringo Vinda and fighting tooth and nail to keep the ind of Separatist space afloat while the isted world was besieged. Not only was it a strategically sound decision, it was a political statement as well. If Greyshade was right, and the Perlemian senators were watching the Coalition closely, then the message was clear:

 Euceron didn’t join us. They fell to the Republic, and we did not protect them. But Ringo Vinda joined us, and we intend on defending them to ourst breath.

 It was a guarantee of our word. Simple as that. All those fence-sitting must’ve been rightfully wary of our sincerity. Ringo Vinda was the proof all of us needed. If the Commonality bes a signatory, that will be another massive boost to our legitimacy.

 “Correct, officer. Euceron,” Greyshade’s smile bled away, reced by the first semnce of seriousness I’ve seen so far, “Once the proud host of the Gctic Games, now a smouldering rock in space. That hamfisted Therbon had ‘expedited’ the invasion of Euceron because they were ‘behind schedule.’ Do you know how many billions of credits in investments were lost?”

 And in the end, it returns back to what actually mattered. Money. Typical, that’s what it was. The real reason Senator Greyshade wanted to hop on the bandwagon was to protect his assets, and if he could spin it as ‘a senator looking out for his constituents’ all the better for him. For us however, well, as Calli put it sinctly, the offer was far too good to be true.

 “And what does the Commonality want in return?” I bit the bullet.

 “Equal standing in the Coalition,” Greyshade put bluntly, “Our forces will bemanded by an independent officer of our choosing. One who will have an equal seat and voice in your decision-making processes. That is all.”

 “And do you have someone in mind for this role?” Calli asked tentatively.

 “My cousin, Diedrich Greyshade.”

 I could’ve mmed my head into a table, if there was a table in front of me.

 “Worry not, officers,” Senator Greyshade bore a look that implied he knew exactly what they were thinking at that moment, “He has served several tours of duty in his time in the Commonality’s Joint Security Force. He may not have transferred to the Confederacy’s officer corps, but he is capable nheless.”

 I ttened my expression, “Thank you, Senator. We will consider your proposal and contact youter.”

 Simon Greyshade fixed me with a calcting stare, despite the smile that seemed permanently fixed onto his face, “Consider it well, officer. I look forward to your answer.”

 His hologram winked out of existence.

 “We can’t refuse him, and he knows it,” Krett immediately stated, “This isn’t even worth discussion.”

 “The officer corps won’t protest. Our member worlds will,” Calli raised another point of view, “The Commonality is joining us as a whole. That’ll be a powerful subfaction within our own subfaction. What if they try to subsume us from within? They definitely have the capital to do so.”

 “She has a point,” I said.

 “What of it?” Krett shot back, “The Coalition was a creation of necessity. Once this invasion passes, the Coalition is of no use to us anymore. Let the Commonality keep the empty name, all the other worlds will leave too. Without amon enemy, that is.”

 “He has a point,” I said.

 Calli levelled me a re that said shut the fuck up. 

 “When Senator Greyshade said the Coalition is making waves in Parliament, he was not referring to our war out here,” she exined in a slow, measured tone; as if speaking to a child, “The Coalition has enough star systems under its name that we have be a new voting bloc in Parliament–one divided by militarists and pacifists. Do you understand? We control the swing votes in a hung government.”

 “She has a point,” I said, this time more seriously.

 “That may be the case, but we’re still fighting a war,” Krett snorted, “Votes–swing votes or not–don’t mean anything to us. We aren’t begging worlds for their political capital; we want their warships.”

 “That…” Calli flicked a nce at me, “May depend on your point of view.”

 This time, it was my turn to level her a stare that said shut the fuck up.

 The Neimodian scoffed, “Whatever. Bring it up with the rest; just know that I rmend epting his deal.”

 Calli turned to me as Krett disconnected, the scar on her face highlighted with a deeper shade of blue– “Well? What’s your n now?”

 “...I won’t even ask when you caught on,” I sighed deeply, “In any case, every vote we get is worth it. Simon Greyshade’s definitely got something up his sleeves, but if all goes to n…”

 “Will everything go to n?” Calli huffed in exasperation, “We don’t control the votes, Rain. The agreement they signed is to ‘support the Coalition’smon interests in the Senate,’ which is as vague as it gets. You might not like anyone other than the Pantoran as the Supreme Commander, but in this case the Coalition is going to agree with the militarists that we need any Supreme Commander.”

 “Don’t worry,” I sounded more confident than I really felt, “I’ve got a n.”

 “Oh, do you now?”

 “Who do you think I am?,” I said reassuringly, “We’ll get a representative of the Coalition to protest against Dooku’s rmendation.”

 “What, are you going to prepare a speech for against every possible nominee in the Confederacy?” Calli narrowed her eyes at me, “Or… you know who Dooku is going to pick.”

 Ah. Shit.

 “I do.”

 “How? How do you know but I don’t?” she snarled, “Are they going to be someone I know?”

 “I– I don’t think so?” I almost blurted out ‘I watched Revenge of the Sith’ there– “I’m quite certain Dooku is going to pull a literal nobody out of his ass.”

 No-body, heh. I snorted at my own joke–which Calli didn’t take too kindly, judging from how she seemed to be actively inspecting me as if I’m some sort of abominable Felucian insect.

 “And… and who was on your mind to speak before the Senate?” she pressed further, “Yourself?”

 Dooku has probably done some digging into the Coalition’s origins by now, as must know the names of the original thirty or so officers who created the initial pact. My name must be among them, but hopefully I’m only in the list and not top of the list. In fact, I’m half-certain sure Calli herself should be at the top.

 “I was thinking you, actually,” I admitted, hastily continuing before she could rail at me, “I mean, you are the face of the Coalition. And the Battle of Salvara has made you pretty famous. Not to mention, you were Dooku’s second. Hearing you speak against him would be rather impactful.”

 She scoffed in disbelief, brow nearly rising into her hairline, “I am Dooku’s second, Rain. And I’m not about to lose my position over a vote that may or may not seed. Unlike you, I have quite a bit to lose.”

 “You’re still working with us,” I pointed out, “If you are Dooku’s second, shouldn’t you have…”

 I trailed off, a sinking feelinging onto me. It was as if someone increased in internal pressure of Repulse, there was a force pressing down on my chest that made it hard to breathe.

 “What?” she demanded.

 “I heard something from Horgo Shive,” I said softly, “About how someone leaked the Aurora Auxiliary Division to the Republic Navy.”

 A sh of surprise crossed her eyes, followed by wary uneasiness. She hid it well enough that anybody else might miss it, but I’ve known her too long to fail to recognise the signs.

 “What are you implying?” she spat dangerously, defensively.

 I’m saying you’re a Republic spy. Or rather, you’re Dooku’s spy, and Dooku is a Republic spy. Except, she wouldn’t know that. Nor would she believe it.

 “You broke radio silence to send ssified intel to Dooku, which included our fleet movements, and inadvertently got them intercepted by Republic Intelligence,” I used, “That’s why Dooku allowed you to take such a prime role in the Coalition. You’re his mole.”

 Which means my position has already beenpromised. Fuck.

 Her gaze was frigid, “I will neither confirm nor deny anything.”

 “Fuck you,” I spat, “Horgo and Jorm want answers, Calli. You’ll be fucking ruined if I told them.”

 “You wouldn’t dare.”

 No, I wouldn’t. I can still turn this around, but Calli needs to fall for my bluff. Her status in the Coalition is rock solid. But if this gets out, her reputation will fall straight into hell. On the other hand, if Calli Trilm–the person who effectively created the Coalition–couldn’t be trusted to keep her mouth shut, who can? Morale will follow her reputation. Not to mention, it might just push her even deeper into Dooku’s camp.

 But Calli Trilm lived off her political standing. Her pride wouldn’t let her take such a hit, or even the chance of it. I was betting that the Calli Trilm I think I know is the Calli Trilm she actually is.

 “They think I’m the one who leaked it,” I sneered, “Look at me and tell me I won’t.”

 She ground her teeth, “...What do you want?”

 “You know what I want. Help me pull this off. If you can’t do it, find someone who can?”

 “And why can’t you?” she demanded, “You already have a foot in the door, with Mina Bonteri.”

 There’s a difference between Dooku knowing a name and knowing a face. I wanted to hold off on actually standing before him for as long as possible. Standing next to Ventress was bad enough. I’d rather actually not meet a bonafide Sith Lord.

 “Are you going to do it or not?” I repeated.

 “...Fine,” Calli said, “I already have someone in mind. But for this work, you have to be absolutely certain the new kid is aplete unknown.”

 So this guy is going to be a career officer. The big thing I’ve gathered is that nobody knows who Grievous is at this point. If Dooku is going to introduce the metal muppet himself, there’s going to be a fuck ton of friction from the top brass–those who were not already paid off, at least. I was curious as to who this person was, but if there was one thing Calli had, it was silver tongue.

 “I am,” I gave a pointed look, “Look, I’ll make my own preparations too.”

 Calli cut the feed with a ck stare and not a single word. Might’ve burned a bridge there, buddy. Was it worth it? Time will tell, I suppose.

 “Hare, where the hell are you?” I called.

 Two rabbit ears popped up from one of the lower console decks, “Reporting. Yes, Master?”

 “Contact Senator Greyshade,” I rubbed my cheek.

 Hare climbed back up to themand deck with the holoemitter held between the tips of her ears. It didn’t even take a minute for Greyshade to respond. I allowed myself a small bit of humour by imagining him camping by the receiver for the call-back.

 “Commodore… Bonteri, was it?” Greyshade had the courtesy to look mildly surprised, “Considering this is your personal address… how can I help you?”

 “You said the Coalition could receive your votes in the Senate.”

 His eyes twinkled, “Is this about the uing Supreme Commander election? Count Dooku himself attempted to buy the Commonality’s votes. Let me guess… you want us to vote nay.”

 “Did he seed?” I heard my heart drum in my ears.

 There was a toothy grin– “The Commonality is not a corporation, Commodore. We cannot be bought. If we could, we would have never been created. Do you know how many Core worlds attempted to sabotage our foundation?”

 “Then we are on the same page. I want the Commonality to vote against Dooku’s nomination,” If I sounded a bit strangled, it was because I was choking back a sigh of relief, “I will make sure your proposal gets epted.”

 “That’s not enough and you know it, officer,” Greyshade steepled his fingers, “This is clearly your own initiative. What do you have to offer?”

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 “The Coalition,” I replied bluntly, “If Dooku’s nomination gets elected, the Coalition will cease to exist. And unlike us, our new Supreme Commander will not be someone you can do business with.”

 Right now, he was probably thinking something along the lines of me wanting to protect my own operational independence. And yes, many officers would be inclined to protest against an authoritative figure in order to stay independent. In this case, the Coalition looked like a worker’s union that didn’t want a manager. That wasn’t me, per se, but it was a good curtain to hide behind for now.

 “You know who his nomination is,” Greyshade stated in monotone, and I felt a real sense of deja vu, “Who is it– no, how do you know? Do you have a mole in his staff? Are you tapping hismunications?”

 Dear God, I hoped I was tapping hismunications. I even hired professional slicers–read: bounty hunters–to supplement my frigates. s, I haven’t heard back from them yet.

 “One of them.”

 Simon Greyshade pulled back, cogs whirring behind his face, “I… see. I believe we cane to an arrangement.”

 I leaned forward, urging him on.

 “Give me your contact,” he said, “And you will have your votes.”

 “Deal,” I answered immediately.

 Greyshade’s face broke out into a cheshire grin, “I will speak to my friends. It was a pleasure doing business, Bonteri.”

 I nodded, sharing the twisted pleasure, “Agreed.”

 Perfect. That left onest thought lingering in my mind: where the fuck is Sev’rance Tann?

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 Bothawui, Both System

 Bothan Space

 “Colonel Farstar reporting.”

 “Proceed,” Sev’rance Tann crossed her arms, glowing red eyes staring down towards the political capital of Bothawui and host city of the Bothan Council, Drev’starn.

 The serene waves of Rylle’vak–the Quiet Oceanpped the coastline, gently rocking the myriad maritime vessels berthed in Drev’starn’s blue water anchorage as the yellow sun Both was reflected as bright highway towards the horizon. Dark shapes circled over the sea, chasing out the seabirds from their homes. Geonosian-made air cruisers. The very same that broke the back of Sarapin.

 “Our air patrols pinged three divisions worth of Bothans marching towards us through the western mountain passes.”

 “Urval’starn,” Tereb Ab’Lon snarled, his fur rippling in agitation, “Laters to pick the scraps.”

 Tereb Ab’lon, a t-nosed Bothan with a fur the colour of tree bark. He represented Navshe’starn, the first of the eighteen Bothan city-states to ally themselves with the Separatists.

 The Bothan Council had attempted to surrender the moment the shadow of the Confederate Second Fleet swept over Bothawui’s continents. They offered to cede the operations of theirary satellites to the Second Fleet, and fully pledge the Sp to the Separatist cause. In exchange, no ground assault was to be had, and droid armies weren’t allowed to be stationed in urban districts.

 Sev’rance Tann refused,unching a concurrent full-scale invasion of all eighteen nation-states on the from orbit. Hundreds of thousands of Vulture droids secured air supremacy within half a week, and unending tens of thousands of troop transports rained onto the surface, unleashing the devouring march of the Separatist Droid Army. Millions of battle droids systematically captured city after city on the eastern Rylle’vak coastline as they forged a bloodless warpath towards Drev’starn.

 The Bothawui Defence Corps initially mounted some anaemic assaults on the First Fleet’s droid armies, but at some point they realised that the droids were under orders to only fire in self-defence. And when they did open fire, they did so overwhelmingly and mercilessly. After Gna She’starn was sacked, the rest did not resist. The citizens learned quickly that if they left the droids alone, they could continue their business in peace.

 This was Sev’rance Tann’s strategy. She had done her research on the Bothans, and considered them too prideful to truly surrender, but also too culturally deceptive to fight on an open field. The true power of the Droid Army–total and unforgiving annihtion–would only beckon ar’krai, the deration of total war by the Bothan Council. She had researched the doctrine prior to her invasion, and found it both wasteful and self-destructive.

 There was no doubt in her mind that while the full might of the Confederacy could crush Bothan Space like a bug, it would be a tedious effort she would prefer to avoid.

 Navshe''starn was the second-tost capital city before Drev’starn, and it was there Sev’rance''s strategy bore its first fruit. Tereb Ab’Lon approached her as she was requisitioning billets for the droid army, on behalf of Navshe’starn’s seat in the Bothan Council.

 His terms were simple; in exchange for the favourable trading rights over the other nation-states and greater influence in the Council once the invasion passed, Nav’shestarn will independently join the Confederacy and provide information on the Bothan Sp. Sev’rance Tann epted, and took her armies to thest capital city before Drev’starn, Covepi’starn. There, the city’s ministers eagerly weed her forces into their capital, presenting simr terms for their allegiance.

 As she had expected of them, the Bothans reacted to her passive ‘conquest’ particrly emblematically of their so-called Bothan Way. Atypically from their gctic counterparts, the Bothans did not see any shame in conceding to demands–or rather, they simply considered it the natural ebb-and-flow of the constant political machinations on Bothawui.

 Bothan culture was dominated with espionage, backstabbing, assassinations, and bitter political agendas that would make the Chiss Syndicure appear tame. The moment Sev’rance proved to be someone who could be reasoned with, the city-states seized the chance to further their personal gain. The Droid Army tears down the status quo, and they move in to fill the vacuum.

 Within half a system month, the Separatist Droid Army already secured third of the western continent, with more falling in line on their own volition. Three army groups marched into the Kurual''grast Mountains that surrounded Drev’starn from north, west, and south, seizing the’srgest starport along with the aristocratic estates and n holdings situated along the treacherous cliffs overlooking theary capital. At the same time, Geonosian-made air cruiserspleted the blockade from the sea.

 Drev’starn was under siege. Hundreds of J-1 and HAG-M self-propelled artillery guns lined the clifftop, raining shell after shell onto the city’s shields relentlessly, day and night. The sound of roaring thunder under bright skies had be amon urrence, along with the swooping howls of air cruisers devastating any maritime blockade runners that dared to run the gauntlet.

 “Should we intercept them, General?” Colonel Farstar asked, side-eyeing the cadre of Bothans surrounding her.

 “Take a division and escort theirmander here,” she ordered, “I’ll hear what they have to say.”

 “Understood,” Farstar snapped off a neat salute and spun around.

 “Covepi’starn hopes you remember the price of our cooperation,” Fenn Kayy rubbed her hands, “Our guides helped your armies navigate the Kurual’grast.”

 Tereb Ab’Lon bristled silently, staring daggers into Fenn’s spine that may as well materialise should he actually had a knife in hands there and then.

 Sev’rance ignored them, considering the intentions of Urval’starn’s government. Besides the some two million battle droids present at the mountain range’s foothills, there were also twenty-thousand Bothans in four divisions stationed along themandeered ptial mansions lining the mountainside, donated by Navshe’starn and Covepi’starn.

 The Bothans were not a warrior race by any means, and these troops were by-andrge a courtesy to prove the authenticity of their agreement. Two million droids were more than satisfactory to storm Drev’starn–as the city was ray shielded only. Her artillery barrage, too, was a courtesy. It was a message that said I can take this city any time I want. 

 Time and time again, the Bothan Council would send another offer of surrender, each with mounting concessions. And Sev’rance would indulge in her Sight and seek the possibility of a more favourable treaty. If she did–she always did–she would decline it, to the tepid delight of Ab’Lon and Kayy. After all, the harder Drev’starn falls, the higher their homnds will rise. At the same time, however, they kept a peeled eye on her actions, ever-wary of too hard a hand.

 Gna She’starn was a statement. One they could not afford to see again. If Drev’starn arrives to the same fate, it will definitely alienate them, and put the Separatist campaign in jeopardy.

 Three Bothan divisions was the equivalent of fifteen-thousand men. But what’s important is the implication that the cities west of the Kurual’grast may be following their lead. There were nine city-states on the western continent, including Drev’starn. With Gna She’starn reduced to rubble, that meant Urval’starn’s betrayal may result in half of the Bothan Council siding with the Separatists.

 It would be enough to force the remaining Councillors to cut their losses.

 “Laryn Kre’fey, representing Urval’starn, General,” Colonel Farstar presented a young, short-haired Bothan in military dress.

 “Urval’starnes to discuss…” Kre’fey nced at the two other envoys, “Terms.”

 “Let’s hear it, then,” Ab’lon tipped his snout skyward ever so slightly.

 Kay’fay’s lips parted, revealing a row of canines, “General Tann, there is nothing Urval’starn had that we cannot give.”

 “You speak too quickly,” Kre’fey spared them no heed, “General Tann, may we have privacy?”

 Kay’fay’s fur quivered in amusement. Sev’rance stared impassively, prompting him to speak.

 Urval’starn’s ambassador smiled genially, “I bring you three divisions; a token of my people’s sincerity. Our western ns have long been separated from those east of the Kurual’grast, and we find their duplicitous means of political ascension… disturbing.”

 “General Tann–” Ab’lon started.

 “The eastern ns are not your allies, General,” Kre’fey said boldly, “There are aks circling around a krusk, waiting for it stumble. We have a saying– to wait for a Bothan to gather enough stones to crush himself. They will not forgive you for Gna She’starn.”

 Ab’lon and Kay’fay made to move, but the two dozen battle droids ringing the rooftop balcony ended it with a single forward step.

 “And Urval’starn will?” Sev’rance cocked her head, depthless stare boring into the young Bothan.

 “Unlike them, we share no n ties with Gna She’starn,” Kre’fey pointed with his chin, “Should you ept our terms, Urval’starn will bring you all of the western nations; Dreel’starn, Gre Shev’starn, and Kolme’starn.”

 Kay’fay remained outwardly calm, but the bristling of her coat betrayed her true emotions. It was a good investment to study the Bothan Wrendui, Sev’rance mused inwardly. Compared to the west’s two, the east offered the influence of four nations. Enough to tip the bnce in the Bothan Council.

 “Do not be fooled by him, General,” Ab’lon warned, “Notice that he speaks not of the most powerful city-state of the east, Odve’starn–”

 Sev’rance’s attention drifted away from the bickering Bothans. These people are so… primitive. Even if General Ba’kif himself told her these kinds of species existed back when she was still a sky-walker cadet on Naporar, she would’ve called him a poor liar.

 For all theirpetitiveness and political ingenuity, the Bothans could achieve so much more if they’d work together than against. Their whole cultural philosophy glorifies murder and mistrust, and without genuine trust… this. What other race would squabble to earn the graces of their enemy, even if only to further their own gains?

 Sev’rance blinked. Her skin prickled. Something in the air changed, and none of the Bothans recognised it. She discreetly looked around, pretending to be deep in thought as she scanned the mountainside forest behind them. A sh of red light–the muffled discharge of a ster–a streaking ray of death.

 Her head exploded in a cloud of red mist, the bolt shearing straight through her skull and shattering the stone tiles beneath her feet. As her body dropped onto the ground, a sinking void seeped into her chest, and Sev’rance realised she had died.

 She was intimatelyfortable with the feeling. How many times had she died as a sky-walker, ripped apart by ck holes, vaporised by pulsars, wrecked in anarchic nebe, and crushed by sr dragons? The Third Sight was precognition, not intuition. Intuition came with experience, and experience came with learning how to navigate through hyperspace through trial and error.

 Most sky-walkers enter service at seven years of age and lose their Sight by fifteen. Sev’rance Tann was twenty-six.

 She had more experience with dying than any Chiss alive.

 Sev’rance blinked, drawing her lightsaber and igniting its golden de within the fraction of a second, swinging around and batting the crackling red lightning into the rooftop. The tiles shattered in an explosion of dust and shards, slicing into her skin and riddling her uniform with holes. The three Bothans leapt away in rm, and the battle droid escort opened fire, saturating the assassin’sst known position with fire.

 Holding out her saber before her, Sev’rance slowly brought alink to her mouth, “Colonel.”

 “On it, General.”

 “The Sp must be growing desperate,” Kre’fey hissed, “To act so outwardly.”

 “They are still here,” Sev’rance said.

 His jaw mped shut, eyes darting wildly.

 “Go downstairs.”

 The three Bothans quickly agreed, scampering down the stairs. Sev’rance stood still as a statue, waiting for the sniper to finish changing their location. A sense of rity flowed through her, then– a sh of light, and she wheeled around to deflect it.

 But just as she was about to knock it aside, the bolt curved around her lightsaber. Sev’rance hastily wrenched her saber leftwards, shattering the bolt in the middle. The outburst of superheated gas seared straight through her clothes and into her skin, burning out deep holes in her arm and chest.

 If it wasn’t for Count Dooku’s training, she would have died for thest time.

 Just as she prepared for another shot, the forest suddenly came alive with the roar of discharging sters. Hurried stomping reached her ears as Colonel Farstar marched onto the rooftop, dishevelled and sweating heavily.

 “Forgive me, General,” he saluted tiredly, “I’ve deployed probe droids on a standard search pattern andmando droids behind them. The assassin will not get away.”

 Sev’rance waited until her hackles died down before stowing away her saber.

 The Colonel nced at wounds, “Shall I summon a medical officer?”

 “Don’t let a single vessel leave the atmosphere,” she ignored his concern, “Even should it be identified as a friendly.”

 “Uh–” Farstar stumbled over her indifference, “Yes… yes sir. Our Bothan allies are convinced this to be the work of the Sp. If that is the case, I rmend an all-out attack on Drev’starn as soon as possible. Sorry, General, but that was too close for my liking.”

 Sev’rance eyed the canopy, and the lights shing from within its depths.

 “That wasn’t the Sp,” she corrected, remembering how the bolt curved around her lightsaber, “Whoever that was… I sensed the Force in y. No matter how slight.”

 “A Jedi assassin?” Colonel Farstar made a face, “I didn’t think they had it in them.”

 “They don’t,” she hummed, “They believe sters to be beneath them. This was a Dark Side adept.”

 “A different type of Jedi?”

 “Sith, or Dark Side adept,” Sev’rance said, “They prefer red-coloured des.”

 “I presume it’s not just an aesthetic choice?” no doubt the Colonel was thinking about her own yellow de.

 “Different subscription models, more like,” she mused, “It is simple tell. How many red-ded Jedi do you know, Colonel?”

 “Well, there’s Commander Ventress, and…” his features restricted, “Count Dooku. I hear he keeps a staff of Jedi too. Sir, this talk is… dangerous.”

 Indeed… she expected Dooku to attempt to rid her sooner orter, but she did not foresee this. Sev’rance opened her Third Sight, peering into the myriad futures–but this time, she could not see far. There was a fog bank in her mind, through which, no matter how hard she looked, only silhouettes and vague impressions could be found.

 Sev’rance retreated, certain now more than ever that the Dark Side was moving against her. And if Dooku wanted her dead, that could only mean he feared that she would get in the way of his ns. What ns? 

 “Have we been contacted by Admiral Tonith?” she wondered.

 “If we had, it wasn’t brought to my attention, sir.”

 She started towards the staircase, “Get me a line.”

 Colonel Farstar nodded sharply and ran ahead of her.

 The original inhabitants of the estate were missing when the droid army came upon it, likely having fled days prior. It has since then been converted into the forwardmand base for Sev’rance’s campaign. She took a detour on the way to themunications centre, walking through a repurposed wing of the mansion–turned into a medbay–to pick up some bacta patches for her stinging wounds.

 By the time she reunited with Colonel Farstar, the blue-scanned hologram of a long-faced Muun. Admiral Pors Tonith.

 “Admiral,” she greeted.

 “To what do I owe the pleasure, General?”

 “Have you captured Lannik, Admiral?”

 “I have,” the usually boastful Muun was warilyconic.

 “Very good,” Sev’rance hid her suspicions well, “I received a report from Kothlis. It appears Captain Karoc is facing heightened resistance in the local space. Bring the First Fleet to Kothlis and support his squadrons.”

 “I am afraid that will not be the case, General,” Pors Tonith rallied himself into a haughty stance, “While you waste our time and resources grinding away at these Bothan dogs, our homnd is being invaded by Loyalists! Count Dooku, in his great wisdom, has personally ordered me to bring the First Fleet back to Raxus.”

 “He did not inform me of this development,” she replied coldly.

 Tonith’s face peeled into a spiteful grin, revealing a row of purple-stained teeth, “He has… be aware of your personal shorings. You are no longer his most favoured minion.”

 “And you are?”she retorted rhetorically, “Is that something to be proud of? Have you no self-respect as a military man, obeying the whims of a politician?”

 “I do not know what barbarian race in the Unknown Regions you hail from, Tann, but it seems you have yet to understand that war is an extension of politics,” Tonith sneered, “I follow the whims of politicians because they give the military purpose. Something for you to consider, with your unsanctioned and frivolous invasion of Bothan Space.”

 Tonith took a deep breath, straightening his Banking n uniform, “It is in light of our prior cooperative rtionship that I am telling you this. The Republic is driving a spearhead towards Nanth’ri, and soon your precious Second Fleet will be trapped. Be relieved, Tann, as soon there will be no way to reach the politics you despise so much.”

 The Muun Admiral looked to his side, and the connection was severed, leaving Sev’rance alone with her thoughts. This… made no sense, political or military. The Republic may be driving to cut off the Second Fleet, but while she had not foreseen it, it was still a logical and expected effort from them. The First Fleet at Lannik was in the perfect location to intercept their forces.

 Why would Dooku–the leader of the Separatist Alliance of all people–sabotage the Confederacy’s closest and greatest chance to unite two of its fourrgest theatres? It would not only free tied up military assets, but reopen trade between Separatist space and stimte the stagnating economies of both the Trailing Sectors and Trans-Hydian, roping even more star systems into the Confederacy’s political sphere.

 But instead, he wanted to abandon the effort she strived so hard for!

 A soft-pedalled shuffle reminded her of Colonel Farstar’s existence.

 “What do you think, Colonel?” she asked softly, “Tell me what you make of Count Dooku’s n.”

 “Well, sir,” he swallowed, “It looks like Dooku, uh, wants you out of the picture. And he’s bringing Admiral Tonith back to Raxus… Looks like he’s targeting you in particr.”

 “Abandoning Operation Sidestep targets nobody but the Confederacy,” she said coldly, “We are this close to closing the gap between our constituent sectors, and he wants to sever them again.”

 “II think he isn’t isting the Trailing Sectors so much as isting the Second Fleet, sir,” Colonel Farstar opined, “He’s isting you from something happening in Raxus that he needs Tonith for. The false g assassination was just the icing on the cake… from a more political point of view.”

 Something within her snapped to attention, like a cadet not just hearing their instructor but finally understanding what they meant. Colonel Farstar may not have realised what that ''something'' was, but Sev''rance Tann did.

 “How long before the Republic reaches Nanth’ri?”

 Farstar jolted at the precipitous change in subject, “We’ll have to send some scoutships, sir.”

 “No time,” she growled, marching back out, “Prep my shuttle and have Task Force Ascendant ready for sortie. Have wepleted repairs on the Negotiator?”

 “Both the Negotiator and Carrion Spike are ready,” Colonel Farstar lurched to keep up with her pace, “Going somewhere, sir?”

 “Good. I am giving you overallmand of our armies and fleets in the Bothawui System, Colonel,” she told him, “Follow the n, and adapt as you see fit. You have my full confidence in this matter. See this through, and I will make you a general.”

 They were greeted with thundering cannons as they stepped into the sun.

 “That is high praise, sir!” he shouted over the roar of artillery, “I will not fail you!”

 “I trust that you won’t,” Sev’rance spun on her heel, staggering the Colonel, “And find me that assassin. Alive.”

 “Understood!” Farstar was already signalling for some droids.

 Sev’rance left him to it, ignoring the Bothans who were attempting to gain her attention. She will never understand politics. Dooku is a bit like a Bothan, she thought suddenly. They call him the greatest politician of the age. To risk our entire war just to spite me… either she should increase her wariness of the Dark Side, or she should consider all politicians mad in the head.

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