Chapter 39_Sublight Drive (Star Wars)

Chapter 39

 Coruscant, Coruscant System

 Corusca Sector

 “Isn’t it remarkable, that one can have all the power in the gxy… and yet, the words of a single senator can sway the thoughts of trillions?”

 The Supreme Chancellor of the Gctic Republic was standing by the vast transparisteel window behind his desk, soberly gazing at the endlesslyplicated ribbons of traffic seething across Coruscant''s cityscape. Hearing the muffled shuffle of footsteps on the velvet carpet, he turned, gravely smiling.

 “Not just any senator, Chancellor. Padmé Amid,” Director Armand Isard spat out the name like a curse, “Something has to be done about her.”

 Armand Isard… the Director of Republic Intelligence, an ambitious man. Palpatine liked ambition. It made men predictable, gullible, and easy to control. Ambitious men will only act to benefit themselves, and are incapable of trusting others. But when you can convince them your goals are roughly in the same direction… ah, that’s when they be cooperative. No trust–only mutual benefit.

 A sort of… ‘I scratch your back, and you scratch mine.’ That is the onlynguage they understood.

 The most important part is the first step; identifying the itch. It was also the easiest step. Armand Isard was simple enough–as simple as every otherdder-climbing halfwit in the Republic Military. Like the rest, he strived to reach the top, and was willing to lie, betray, and murder his way to it. Anything for that fleeting moment when he could see the entire gxy at his feet, the fate of millions in his hands… before the next ambitious man snatched him by the ankles, threw him off, and took his ce.

 But what made him different from the rest is that he produced results. And so Palpatine identified him early on, back when he was a mere Senator from Naboo, and promised to scratch his back. Palpatine presented himself as just another ambitious senator, but deceptive enough not to show it. Armand Isard was let in on a secret and oh, did men like him love being in on secrets. It made them feel special, like they were part of somethingrger, as if that made them </emrger.

 And now, Senator Palpatine was the Supreme Chancellor of the Republic, and Inspector Isard was Director of Republic Intelligence. A most profitable rtionship. And so long as Isard continued producing results, this rtionship will continue… so it is most unfortunate that Republic Intelligence has been demonstrating less-than-satisfactorypetence as ofte.

 “Senator Amid is not some sort of anomaly, Director,” Mas Amedda said dryly, “Will you also ‘do something’ about Senator Organa and Senator Mothma as well?”

 “Amid is not the same as Organa and Mothma, Deputy,” Isard paced the office, “Their years of service have tempered their idealism; made them realists. They can be bargained with. But Amid? From the day she entered the Senate Chamber… and her resolve has only grown under the wing of Senator Bonteri.”

 Palpatine slowly lowered himself into his chair, steepling his fingers. Senator Mina Bonteri… yes, he was vaguely aware of her. She was an ardent supporter of the Rim Faction, despite her world’s Inner Rim location. By all means, she shouldn’t have been a veryrge yer in either the Rim or Core Factions, as Onderon simply didn’t have the influence… if it were not that her force of personality made up for her homeworld’s intrinsk of pull.

 Even among her human colleagues, Bonteri stood head and shoulders over many, and held herself with all the dignity only a woman raised by the wildness of Onderon could. When the person you spoke with could crush your phnges in a handshake, one tended to be very receptive. Even if she did not have the… entricity of Onderon in her, Amid still picked up her mentor’s pride and character, because as she had proved not too long ago, it made men listen.

 “Amid would never have had the material to work with in the first ce had your department not failed so critically,” Amedda scathed, “How did a Separatist superweapon slip past Republic Intelligence?”

 “They did not slip past, Amedda,” Isard shot back, “By every report, these ‘superweapons’ were not present in-system prior to the battle. Nor were they present after the battle?”

 “Who do you expect to believe that?” the Chagrian Vice Chair scoffed, “How did scores of dreadnought crushing mass drivers get assembled and disassembled in a matter of hours?”

 Isard threw his hands up, replying with words the Director of Republic Intelligence should never utter; "I don''t know. But it''s the truth. The only proof we have of these ''superweapons'' were asteroid fragments and derelict freighters. Our agents are currently investigating, but considering what the energy readings from our surviving ships have to say, our current hypothesis is that the Separatists fabricated aposite tractor field based weapon-"

 Boring.

 “Nevermind that, Director,” the Chancellor beckoned him to sit, “What about the Separatist dreadnoughts? They certainly exist, don’t they?”

 “That… is a failure of Intelligence,” Isard admitted as he dropped onto a couch, “We knew the Free Dac Engineering Corps were building something <emrge on Pammant. But Pammant has always been imprable to us. All the logs we could acquire indicated the massive amount of important resources had been earmarked for a new fleet. We now know how the Separatists are disguising the construction of these Subjugator-ss dreadnoughts. The next time we find a simr paper trail, we won’t make the same oversight.”

 “Next time is useless!” Amedda mmed the Speaker’s staff on the ground, “Where are the dreadnoughts now? I hope you have an answer, Director, for your sake.”

 “One is at Lianna and the other is at Cnon– but that’s not important!” the Director insisted, “As we speak, the war ising to a close, and something needs to be done about this!”

 Armand Isard desired power. He wanted more funding for Intelligence, more influence over other branches of government. Armand Isard believed Sheev Palpatine desired to retain his Administration; to prolong his already overdue terms by justifying the continuity of the Emergency Powers Act. At this moment, factions in the Senate led by Mon Mothma were already arguing it was time for the Chancellor to vacate his position.

 The path to both desires? Keep the war going; until their positions were so consolidated and so unassable it would no longer matter if the gxy was still the same in the end.

 “Very well,” Mas Amedda filled the Chancellor’s silence, “What do you suggest?”

 “Our biggest problem is Amid’s stranglehold on the HoloNet. Right now, she is the golden child of the Republic,” Isard’s cold blue eyes were inhuman as he spoke of her, “But if she falls during the summit–it would make her a martyr. I can procure a ‘Separatist pro-war extremist’ for the job. Not only is her untimely death one of the few things that could overturn public opinion of the peace efforts, it will also rid of an existing and future problem.”

 “A controlled political opponent is useful, Director,” Amedda’s jaw tightened, “Especially in the Senate. Not that I expect you to understand why.”

 “There are a hundred other senators that can fill that role,” Isard leaned forward, expecting the Chancellor’s answer, “Organa, Breemu, Mothma, Chuchi, Feenix… Amid’s downfall will be a blow, but it will also be the spark that reignites the me of the Republic.”

 The two men paused, waiting for the Chancellor to break his silence. Palpatine ced his elbows on the table, knitting his fingers together. The death of Padmé Amid… will be useful, especially if it is believed the crime wasmitted by the Separatists. It would throw young Skywalker into a rage, yes, a rage against the Separatists, against Dooku. The grasp of the Dark Side will tighten around him… especially if Skywalker convinces himself her death was his fault.

 But it would also be too early. Palpatine had not finished his war on democracy, not while he still has to pretend to be an ardent proponent of it. It was not easy, bncing the fine line and convincing the gxy he was always forced to ‘regretfully ept further expansion of my executive powers.’ 

 Thepletion of the New Order, the destruction of the Jedi Order, and the fall of the Chosen One must coincide perfectly, lest one interfere and prevent the other.

 “Amid still has her uses,” Palpatine gestured to Amedda in agreement, “Her outspoken opposition in the Senate is a critical curtain rod that maintains the facade of this Administration.”

 “Organa and Breemu’s deaths won’t have the same impact,” Isard warned, “Nothing shy of this office controlling all media in the Republic will make them change their stance. Other than Amid getting hit by the Separatists.”

 “Controlling all media in the Republic…” the Chancellor muttered, “The entire gxy is looking at Onderon.”

 Armand Isard narrowed his eyes, “Your point, Chancellor?”

 “What is the state of our fleets in the Core?”

 If the Director was taken by surprise, he did not show it; “Depleted. And with the Republic Navy overhauling its divisional structure to absorb its losses at Columex, our fleets are rather preupied. If you would allow me, Chancellor.”

 “Of course.”

 Isard rose stiffly,mandeering the data feeds and holoprojector on the Chancellor’s desk to disy a detailed star map of the Core. Jagged red lines sliced up the spes and sectors into Sector Army Commands, and glowing pins spawned all across the charts, over system markers and crawling along hypenes. An inconspicuous, easily overlooked pin bobbed just a few parsecs south of Coruscant itself.

 “High Command wants to avoid our frontlines being shattered by the Therbon n,” the Director exined, pointing at the mass of pins lining the Mid-Outer Rim border at Centares, “Thus the strategy is to bend, but not break. To do that, reinforcements need to be redeployed Rimward from the Core Sector Commands. As you can imagine, the Governor-Generals of the Core were not pleased.”

 “The Senate’s emergency amendment to the Military Creation Act allows High Command to take every measure necessary to limit the damage done,” Mas Amedda said gruffly, “The Governor-Generals may protest, but they cannot prevent anything.”

 “Exactly,” Isard agreed, “They’ve identified the primary reason of our struggling offensives to be the inherent uncooperative nature of the Sector Command structure. This is the Armada Reformation Directive, recently passed through Strategic nning Amphitheatre by a vast majority. Themand of all existing fleets is to be centralised under the Navy of the Republic. In effect, it expands the Navy’s role from de jure authority to de facto authority. The Governor-Generals will no longer be able to use the Sector Fleets as their personal ythings.”

 The Director ced his tablet on the table, the lengthy paragraphs of the Reformation Directive scrawled all over the screen. Knowing it wasn’t going to be read, he swiftly drew it back to continue manipting the projection.

 “To rectify the sorry state of the Cerulean Spear Fleet–now the Twelfth Forward Armada–Naval Command has mobilised the First Core Reserve Armada and Sixth Reserve Armada to replenish their ranks.”

 As he continued, a migration of pins continued along the Perlemian Trade Route and Hydian Way, resulting in a void of naval assets in the Core Worlds.

 “Let’s just say Governor-General Weblin and Governor-General Trachta would have never allowed it,” Isard said, “But they don’t have a say now.”

 They don’t have a say now. Those words echoed in Palpatine’s head, repeated like a trance by the Force. With the fleets wrested from individual Governor-Generals and unified under the Republic Naval Command, the cumbersome bureaucracy guing the Republic’s military objectives had finally been done away with. And with the Chancellor’s Military Advisory Council possessing near-absolute influence over the central military establishment… the Reformation Directive had effectively ced the entire Republic Navy in his hands.

 Another step closer to my New Order. All without a whisper of dissent in the Senate.

 Palpatine smiled. The Confederacy of Independent Systems was ying its role most wonderfully.

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 “Your thoughts, Chancellor?” Amedda asked.

 His thoughts?He thought it was time for the Confederacy to y its part again. Assassination, murder… such methods were far from reliable. Too many things could go wrong. The Separatists could im ignorance, or even counter-use the Republic for staging an incident on one of their member-worlds. A Republic agent could fail, and be traced back to this very office he sat in. Hiring bounty hunters poses even greater risks.

 Palpatine was not so desperate to stoop to such crude methods. Armand Isardcked imagination. You did not have to make such an uncertain move when you could simply have your enemy make the wrong move.

 “Is Admiral Salima in-system?” the Chancellor inquired.

 “The Coruscant Home Defense Fleet has been untouched by the recent redeployments,” Isard confirmed confidently, “Admiral Honor Salima continues to guard Coruscant with her full might. There is nothing to fear, Chancellor.”

 “Our Core Worlds must be concerned with the departure with the First Reserve Armada,” the Chancellor met the Director’s eyes, “Have Admiral Salima detach sections of her fleet to garrison our less defended worlds.”

 For the first time, Palpatine sensed an underlying uncertainty beneath Isard’s stoic face.

 “That is certainly an appreciative symbolic move…” Isard dragged on, mulling over his next words, “...But it is not exactly advisable. We would be leaving Coruscant far too vulnerable.”

 “I must concur with the Director,” Amedda looked pained to admit.

 “What about our battleships? Can they be brought to Coruscant?” Palpatine suggested.

 “All new Tectors have been earmarked for the front,” Isard’s fingers danced over his datapad, and the projection zoomed out to reveal the gxy in full. Three regions were highlighted, “These are our three major fronts. The Bright Jewel Fleet– my apologies, the Eighth Northern Armada’s campaign against Muunilinst; the Eighteenth Seswenna Armada’s campaign against Sullust; andstly the Twelfth Armada’s Perlemian front.”

 “With the war at a standstill, surely the fronts aren’t in such dire need of new battleships?”

 “Republic Intelligence has detected signs that the new Separatist Supreme Commander is also restructuring their armies. General Sev’rance Tann has been trying to push the Militia Act through their Senate–with significant support–which would demand greater military contributions from Separatist worlds and nationalise all their existing fleets under a single administration. Chancellor, if the war does continue, it is about to get much harder.”

 When Palpatine heard Sev’rance Tann’s name as the identity of the Separatist Supreme Commander, hard at work reforming the inept Confederate military, he suffered an actual, physical shock.

 Sev’rance Tann was alive? She is the Supreme Commander?

 When had Tann returned from Bothawui? When had she been elected? And why had Republic Intelligence failed to inform him of the fact? Was it finally time to rece Armand Isard?

 The recent extended absence of the infamous ‘Pantoran’ had been noted. She had been found missing and off the grid in the period leading up to the Bothan Coup and the Battle of Columex. There had been some muttering. The Confederate Second Fleet was still in orbit around Bothawui, but itsmander was nowhere to be found. A mere colonel was in charge of the ground troops.

 The Chancellor had been on the point of expressing hope andunching a little investigation, which would then reveal the truth of General Tann’s fortunate demise. An enemy of the Republic, taken off the board. It was cause for celebration.

 And now she wasn’t dead?

 How… disappointing.

 He was aware of rage bubbling beneath his surface. He had not bothered to end Sev’rance Tann himself, though he could have easily taken some time out of his week to dispose of her personally.. He had assumed… he had epted… that Dooku would deal with her.

 That was his function. That was his purpose. That''s what an ageing apprentice was for.

 Housekeeping.

 And he failed.

 With more of an effort than he cared to expend, Palpatine soothed his rage into a mild concern.

 “Then we must double our efforts towards security,” Palpatine smoothed his expression, “Have Naval Command redeploy the Shadow Hand Fleet… what’s it called now–?”

 He selected the group of pins in the Deep Core, reading aloud the designation, “–The Fifth Deep Core Reserve Armada. Have the Fifth Reserve Armada be redeployed to rece the First Reserve Armada’s prior stations. Once they have filled the garrisons, the Home Fleet can be recalled to Coruscant.”

 “You fear a potential attack, Chancellor?” Mas Amedda narrowed his eyes.

 I have foreseen it. Beneath the affable surface, Darth Sidious''s dark thoughts seethed.

 The game has changed. That much is obvious. But this is a mere setback, a mere ripple in the pond. My Grand n is not so fragile to break at the first obstacle. I still have other threads to pursue, other schemes, other contingencies. My Empire is inevitable. 

 And yet, the continued to whisper doubt in his ear. Had Dooku failed? He knew the threat of the Chiss girl even more so than Palpatine did. Such carelessness was unlike him. What if… what if… what if Dooku had decided it was time to ‘part ways?’

 If this is true… if this is true… 

 Perhaps… perhaps it was time to test his apprentice, to ascertain where his true loyalty lies.

 But test him how? It had to be a choice, between the Grand n and something– someone that mattered to Dooku. Yes… that will do nicely. All that’s left is to find an opportunity to do so.

 And as for Sev’rance Tann, I’ll deal with her… when it’s time. She’s still useful.

 The war will continue. I have foreseen it so. 

 I will make it so.

 The Chancellor pointed at the pin on the starchart, the one he had noticed from the beginning, but had been seemingly overlooked by Director Isard. It was small, with a slight design that suggested no more than a hundred ships.

 “This…” he jabbed a crooked finger, “Foerost. This is a security risk. What has Republic Intelligence gathered?”

 Armand Isard wetted his lips, flicking his datapad and directing the disy to focus on the Foerost System. The single red pin scattered into some seventy different warships, concentrated northward of Foerost. Aary ring orbited the world; the Foerost Shipyards, one of thergest and oldest in the gxy, dating back twenty-four thousand years. In the years after the Ruusan Reformations a millennia ago, the Republic had sold the shipyards to the Techno Union… the same Techno Union now aligned with the Separatist Alliance.

 “There,” the Chancellor pointed at the number of dark spots bouncing between the shipyards and the, “If my memory serves, Republic Intelligence had identified those objects as cargo ferries.”

 “The only inhabitants on Foerost are miners,” Isard confirmed, “Those ferries supply the Foerost Shipyards with materials from the.”

 “Which means they are building something,” Palpatine pushed his palms t against the desk, rising to his feet, “What are they building?”

 “Despite our best efforts,” Isard started, browsing his files, “Techno Union shipyards remain as imprable as ever. Loathe as I am to admit it, the Skakoans are masters of operational security… mostly because they don’t hire workers outside of their species. However, some of our spy ships were able to closely observe the shipyards before being driven away. We are drafting a report on this, but please take a look.”

 The system chart was reced with a series of holo-photos of the Foerost Shipyard’s graving docks, and after a bit more fiddling, circles and pointers honed in on details that would have been invisible if not for advanced image analysis.

 “What are we looking at, Director?” Mas Amedda stalked forward for a closer look.

 “We have observed high levels of sustained activity urring within the Shipyard’s graving docks. The amount of industrial discharge has also been consistent with expected levels from mass starship construction. We have also visually identified…” the Director pointed at miniscule shadow almostpletely obscured behind the orbital ring, “...What looks like the drive blocks of multiple vessels hidden in the orbital ring’s radar shadow.”

 “Wait,” Amedda physically recoiled, aghast, “All graving docks are active? How many docks does the ring have?”

 “Just under two-hundred.”

 The Chagrian looked about ready to maul Armand Isard with his staff, “You are telling us that the Separatists are building a fleet right under our noses, only five hours away from Coruscant?”

 “That is… an urate assessment.”

 “And why wasn’t this known to us earlier?” Amedda pressed, consternation seeping into his tone.

 “Because whatever the Separatists are building, they have made no signs of revealing anytime soon,” Isard replied tersely, “We can urately track the progress of their fleet by the activity of their graving docks. While the Techno Union has made efforts to disguise their progress, it is obvious which docks havepleted construction and which haven’t. Of the some two-hundred bays, only half have lowered activity.”

 “A hundred warships.”

 “Not to mention,” he continued, casting his gaze between the Chancellor and the Speaker, “As you had so aptly proven, Speaker Amedda; any such news, especially at such a crucial moment like this, would cause chaos in the Senate. And from the Senate, it would spill into the media. This is not the kind of attention we need in the HoloNet. It is Republic Intelligence’s advice that we prepare a task force to handle this threat, but not reveal it too early lest the Techno Union realises we are onto them.”

 The Chancellor silently tapped thelink on his desk, “Sly, my dear, could you pleasee in?”

 As if she was waiting just outside the door for such a moment–which she most certainly was–Sly Moore stalked into the office like an Umbaran skeeris, almost gliding over the floor in her shadowcloak. Skin as pale and lifeless as flimsi, the Chancellor’s Senior Administrative Aide bowed, eager to serve.

 Ah, now there was someone who knew how to keep the house clean. Sly Moore would have made the perfect apprentice; she was capable, deadly, and above all, loyal. It was so unfortunate, then, that she was only capable of wielding the Force to touch and manipte the minds of others, and little else. Very useful, yes, and that was why she was his Chief of Staff, but nothing powerful enough to warrant greater favour.

 But Palpatine supposed her steadfast loyalty and zeal must be rewarded somehow. It is decided, then, that when he deres his New Order and rules the gxy as Emperor, Sly Moore will be by his side.

 “My dear,” Palpatine was nothing but affable as he transferred the data onto a chip before handing it to the Umbaran, “Please direct this information to the Senate Security Council and Senate Military Oversight Committee. Director Isarde, I would like you to do the same for the Intelligence Oversight Committee.”

 Sly Moore’s response was immediate and unhesitating; “Understood, Chancellor.”

 Armand Isard, on the other hand, was more inquisitive, “Might I ask the purpose of this action, Chancellor?”

 “But our loyal senators in thesemittees will realise the danger of such critical information,as you did, Director,” Palpatine allowed a leisurely smile to ovee his expression, “However, now that the data has been obtained by three differentmittees, it will only be a matter of time before it is revealed to the Senate. Knowing this, it will be an astute senator’s prerogative to draft a bill that ensures the media never catches wind of this information.”

 “The only way to achieve that is by ending all private sector media,” understanding dawned in Amedda’s eyes, “This… might have enough support, if enough parties realise the implications of this information.”

 “Precisely, my dear Speaker,” Palpatine scanned the list of senators in themittees, already picking out who will draft and who will introduce the bill, “The Senate will vest even more power into this office–against my wishes, of course. I will make sure of it “

 Armand Isard shifted, impatience dripping from his voice, “Indeed, that will be very beneficial to you, Chancellor. But may we return to addressing the peace summit? Might I remind us that none of this will matter if the war ends and you are forced to surrender the rest of your term?”

 “Director, the safety of the Republic must </eme first,” the Chancellor insisted, “This… Foerost fleet must be contained. The damage of them potentially breaking out will be unimaginable. Are there any avable forces in the Core that can bolster the blockade?”

 “The Fifth Reserve Armada will be redeployed as you ordered, Chancellor,” Director Isard thinned his lips, “Is that not enough security?”

 “That will take far too long. We must reassure the Senate of ourmitment to defence,” Palpatine slowly retook his seat, making no effort in actually looking concerned, “We have the… the Victory Project, was it?”

 “The Victory Initiative Project,” the Director corrected icily.

 “Yes,” Palpatine pointed meaningfully, “Are our new cruisers ready? I’ve heard only good things from the Project’s progress.”

 “The estimatedpletion date has been brought forward by usefulbat and operation data from our Tectors,” Isard supplied, oblivious to the Chancellor’s true thoughts, “With some convincing, Kuat and Rendili will be able to deploy the first batch of the Victory-ss in months, if not weeks.”

 “Immediately,” the Chancellor stressed, “Deploy the ready ones immediately. The rest can follow at their own pace. It is simply critical we reinforce our fleet at Foerost as soon as possible.”

 “At Foerost?” the Director mmed the desk, “Chancellor, moving ourtest battlecruisers to Foerost will make the Separatists believe we are–!”

 Isard interrupted himself, the creases in his face deepening as slowly interpreted Palpatine’s actions. The Director of Republic Intelligence was a smart man, and as he unflinchingly held his stare with the most powerful man in the gxy, Palpatine could see a macabre sense of appreciation bubble in the man’s unppable heart.

 Armand Isard quirked a small, rare smirk, “It will be as you order it, Chancellor. The Separatists, the Republic… no, the entire gxy is looking in the wrong direction.”

 The Chancellor of the Republic shook his head somberly, “We should have known it was a mistake to ever believe the dastardly Separatists would open negotiations in good faith.”

 If Director Isard had been a more humorous man, Palpatine thought he may have burst intoughter.

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