Clone Wars Gambit: Siege (24 page)

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FTER HIS PASSIONATE AND PITCH-PERFECT ADDRESS TO THE
Senate and the Republic at large—after coolly elegant Mon Mothma responded to his inspirational words and brought every gullible fool in the echoing Senate chamber to his or her or its feet, Palpatine retired to his private retreat on the pretext of needing solitude in which to meditate upon these grave matters of state.

There he donned his Sith robes and contacted Dooku.

“
My lord,
” said the old man, bowing. “
How can I be of service?
”

Sidious let a hiss escape him. “Did you order the attack on Chandrila, Lord Tyranus?”

Dooku’s head snapped up. “
Attack? What attack?
”

“Are you telling me, Tyranus, that you are unaware of what has happened?”

“
Lord Sidious, my ship has only just emerged from a communications dead spot,
” said Dooku. “
Not all of our comm systems have come back online.
”

Sidious felt rage scald through his veins.
There are no dead spots in the Force. At least not for a Sith
. How could something so momentous be unknown to his most important pawn?

“The bioweapon has been used on Hanna City.”

“
Durd has acted without authorization,
” said Dooku, his eyes wide with shock. “
I will take care of him at once. There are plenty of scientists in the—
”

“No, Tyranus,” he said. “The Force tells me Durd still has a part to play. Besides, without realizing it the Neimoidian has done us a small service. Not only is the Senate in an uproar and the Republic with it, a battle group will leave shortly to liberate Lanteeb. Send Grievous to intercept it. I want the planet under full blockade—but I don’t want the Republic Cruisers destroyed too quickly. What I want is a siege, so that as many GAR ships and troops as possible are dragged into the fray. Such an engagement will take a heavy toll.”

“
Yes, my lord,
” said Dooku, obedient. “
And Durd?
”

“Let him continue unhindered. When the time is right you will discreetly facilitate our little general’s escape from Lanteeb,” he replied. “Be sure to hide him somewhere inaccessible.”

Dooku nodded. “
My lord.
” Then his face tightened. “
There is still the matter of Kenobi and Skywalker.
”

Indeed there was. “They will be taken care of. They are not your concern.”

“
My lord,
” said Dooku, bowing again. Then he straightened. “
But Durd cannot go unpunished. He acted without permission. In launching his attack on Chandrila he—
”

“Did what we were always going to do, Tyranus,” Sidious said firmly. “Do not allow your pricked pride to blind you. Though there is but one destination, more than one road can lead us to it. Trust in the dark side—and follow my instructions. The rest you can leave to me.”

Dooku wanted to argue, but wisely refrained. Instead he bowed a third time, lower than ever. “
Yes, Lord Sidious.
”

“Tyranus,” he added, letting his voice snap a little. “You have caught me in a generous mood. Were I you, I would not rely upon that in the future.”

And on that ominous note, he cut their hololink.

Trust in the dark side
.

Darth Sidious did, of course. The dark side was everything, heat and light and food and wine, his promise of greatness and his only true home. What it showed him came to pass without exception. He could trust it absolutely, for it had never let him down.

Show me Anakin, my true apprentice. Show me the son of my heart
.

Easily, triumphantly, the dark side showed him. And so, being shown, he stopped worrying about Anakin. How the boy escaped from Lanteeb wasn’t important. What mattered was that he would indeed escape. What mattered was his future, which would in due course come to pass.

Suitably somber, Supreme Chancellor Palpatine went back to work.

P
ADMÉ HURRIED
straight from the spaceport to Bail’s Senate office, where Minala Lodilyn greeted her with a strained, apologetic smile.

“I’m so sorry, Senator Amidala, but he’s not here,” she said, as her desk’s comm console flashed with six—no, seven—incoming comms. “He was pulled back to Strategic Ops for another holoconference.”

Padmé felt her breath hitch. “New intel?”

“Yes, I think so,” said Minala, guarded. “I’m sorry, I’m not trying to be difficult, but—”

“You’re not cleared to say. It’s all right. I understand.” Frustrated, she tugged on the end of her braid. “Look. I appreciate how busy you are, but do you mind if I wait? I need to see him, and I need to catch up on what’s happened, and I don’t want to waste his time or mine playing tag.” She patted her workcase. “I’ve got my portable workstation with me, I won’t need to touch his. I just need a quiet place to sit and get myself sorted out.”

“Of course, Senator,” Minala said, standing. “I’ll take you through. Can I get you anything while you work? A caf? Something to eat?”

Bail’s personal assistant was a treasure. “A pot of strong caf would be enormously appreciated, Minala. And after that I’ll leave you alone.” She nodded at the comm console. “Clearly you don’t need anything else to worry about right now.”

Settled at Bail’s tidy desk, Padmé buried herself in answering the flood of messages texted to her workstation, and returning the voice comms left on her comlink. As Naboo’s Republic representative she was required to draft an official response to the Chandrila atrocity for Queen Jamillia’s approval, so she did that first. Next she put her own personal assistant Sovi on to coordinating with the Chandrilan senatorial offices regarding Naboo’s participation in the relief effort; thanks to her special relationship with Chandrila’s Sisterhood of Ta’fan-jirah, Naboo enjoyed a range of special considerations. Now it was time to repay the favor.

And then, of course, there were the security issues.

Stuck on Bonadan, she’d missed the first round of security briefings. She’d be playing catch-up now for as long as this crisis lasted—and the handful of colleagues who resented her prominence, who thought Palpatine played favorites with her, who thought a woman from a nothing little planet like Naboo had no place in the senatorial spotlight, well, they’d be doing their best to see she was
kept
offstage.

Egotist glassblowers and their artistic temperaments. I’m going to throw a fancy vase at the next one I see. And as for my charming colleagues…

Well, they could try to keep her sidelined—but they’d fail.

By the time she’d finished wading through the messages and comms, setting more than a few people straight on their facts and reaching out to a couple of her own very private contacts to confirm or deny the first trickles of intel from Hanna City, nearly three hours had passed and she’d brewed herself a headache bigger than the Kaliida Nebula. Not even a fresh pot of caf and a blocker could kill it.

Then Bail returned to his office, pale with temper and stress and his own enormous headache.

“Padmé,” he said, finding a smile for her. “Sorry. Minala pinged me on the comlink to let me know you were here but I couldn’t comm you and I couldn’t leave the briefing and they wouldn’t halt it so you could join us. Things were moving too fast.”

“Don’t worry about it,” she said. “I’ve been getting caught up. How’s Mon Mothma? I’ve tried to reach her a few times but her comlink is diverted.”

“She’s… strong,” Bail said, after a moment. “She’ll see her people through this.” He glanced at his office chrono. “She should be back on Chandrila by now.”

Chandrila. Feeling suddenly helpless, Padmé stared at him. “This last briefing—are we any closer to working out how Dooku managed to pull this off?”

“A not-very-pretty picture is starting to emerge, yes,” he said. “It appears the weapon was incorporated into some mobile security cams. Of course nobody looked twice at them—the blasted things are everywhere these days.”

“Security cams?” she echoed. “Supplied by whom?”

“Shield Securities.”

“
Shield?
But—Bail, they’ve got contracts with nearly every Core Worlds government, not to mention—”

“Alderaan.” He grimaced. “I know.”

“And Coruscant!” Feeling ill, caf churning in her stomach, Padmé took a deep breath. “They cover almost half of the major residential annexes, six retail precincts, and the Bonchaka, Neldiz, and F’tu manufacturing districts. And aren’t they bidding on the GAR docks complex?”

“They were,” said Bail. “The entire bidding process has been suspended, pending review.”

The ramifications were almost overwhelming. “So—are we saying Shield itself has been compromised? At the highest levels? Or is this a case of Separatist infiltration into a couple of key company areas?”

Bail shrugged. “Nobody knows—but that’s where the investigation’s focused now. Shield is eagerly helping us with our inquiries.”

“It’s a double strike, isn’t it?” Padmé murmured, torn between revulsion and a grudging admiration for the Separatists’ tactics. “We’re hit by this filthy bioweapon
and
by having to investigate not only Shield, but every last mobile spycam in operation. Because if the Seps have infiltrated Shield, then who else have they compromised? And that’s not something we’ll be able to keep quiet. Which means there’ll be more fear, more unrest, more erosion of trust in our ability to keep people safe.” She flattened her hands to her face for a moment, then lowered them to stare at Bail. “
Stang.
”

“I know it looks bad,” said Bail, dropping into his own visitor’s chair. “It
is
bad. But I can’t help wondering if Dooku hasn’t miscalculated. He had to have known we’d work out the weapon’s delivery system and take steps. So why waste the element of surprise on only one attack? Why not launch a simultaneous series of assaults on every Core World where Shield has a presence? If our good Count really wanted to bring the Republic to its knees, then that’s what he should’ve done.”

Padmé sat back in her chair. “I don’t know whether I should be impressed or terrified by how you think, Senator Organa. You’re right. This attack is a pinprick compared with the kind of grandiose plans of annihilation we’ve caught Dooku hatching before. So maybe it wasn’t Dooku. Maybe our old friend Lok Durd has an itchy trigger finger.”

Frowning, Bail considered that. “You think he might be trying to prove himself to his master?”

“I think it’s a possibility,” she said slowly. “I mean, thanks to Anakin and Obi-Wan there’s every chance he knows we’ve found out what he’s been planning. Letting two Jedi get so close to him—he has to be desperate to make up for that blunder.”

Anakin
.

She felt a familiar, unwelcome twist in her belly. “By the way… Bail… have you heard—”

“Sorry,” Bail said. “No. But the Temple’s listening for them. If they so much as hiccup in our direction the Jedi will hear it—and they’ll tell us.”

He knew her so well.
Too
well. He’d figured it out, her terrible secret. And yet she wasn’t frightened by that. He’d never betray her. She could come right out and tell him and he’d never say a word. Not that she would. Telling him would be unfair. Besides, Anakin would never agree to it.

Bail was drumming his fingers on the arm of his chair, thinking. “You know, if you’re right about this, then maybe it’ll play to our advantage.”

“With the battle group?” she said. “Yes. Maybe. If Durd and his people on Lanteeb are panicked, they’re more likely to have further lapses in judgment. And speaking of the battle group—how big will it be? And who’s in command?”

“Admiral Yularen. He’s the most seasoned commander we have available right now. The repairs on
Indomitable
are being fast-tracked, and as soon as she’s declared spaceworthy she’ll be joined by
Pioneer
and
Coruscant Sky
and they’ll head best speed for Lanteeb.”

Dismayed, Padmé stared. “Only three ships? To retake an entire planet? Bail, even if Durd and his people are in disarray that’s not—”

“You think I don’t know that?” he said, shoving out of his chair to pace. One hand kneaded the back of his neck. “Trust me, I know it—but we’re trying to cover too many hot spots in the Mid and Outer Rims as it is. That’s why we have to wait for
Indomitable
and the rest of Yularen’s battle group. Pulling ships from any one of our other engagements will almost guarantee us a new defeat. We can’t afford it.”

“But what about—”

“Oh, I argued myself blue in the face to get Master Windu and
Dagger
redeployed,” Bail said grimly, “but Palpatine won’t hear of them leaving Kothlis, even though the situation there is well under control. It’s hoped the element of surprise will be on our side. Provided Yularen ships out in the next couple of days there’s a good chance his people will reach Lanteeb before the Seps have a chance to get organized against us.”

“And if that doesn’t work?” she said, her heart hammering.

Bail halted before his office window and glared at the endless Coruscant traffic. “Then we pull
Dominator
away from patrolling near Kalarba and keep our fingers crossed we don’t lose the planet to Dooku.”

“Four ships still won’t be enough,” she protested. “We’ll need more firepower than that. We’ll need—”

“What we
need,
” he snapped, turning, “is a solution to this debilitating comms crisis but the last time I checked my pockets, they were empty. How about yours?”

Oh, the communications crisis. Half of her banked-up messages had been about the perpetually unrolling series of viruses crippling the GAR fleet. Just as they unraveled one, another popped up to take its place. Whoever had designed the offensive was a genius.

Padmé braced her elbows on Bail’s desk. “This is
ridiculous
. We’re letting Dooku and his minions dictate the terms of our response. So the GAR Fleet’s hamstrung because of this virus problem? Fine. Then it’s hamstrung—and we look for another way.”

“What other way?” said Bail, scowling. “There isn’t one. We can’t snap our fingers and produce virus-free ships out of thin air!”

She smiled at him, slowly, as a small flame of an idea flickered deep in her mind. “Not out of thin air, no. But that doesn’t mean we can’t produce them from somewhere else.”

“
What?
What are you—” And then he saw, as he so frequently did, what she was thinking. “Padmé…” he breathed. “You can’t be serious.”

“Of course I’m serious,” she said. “It might not work. We might not even need to do it, if you’re right and Yularen can liberate Lanteeb with three ships. But if he can’t then I say we have to try.”

Bail was shaking his head. “Padmé, you’re crazy. Raise our own fleet?”

“Why not? It isn’t illegal.”

“No, but it’s highly unorthodox!” he retorted. “Besides, it’ll never work. The sheer time it’d take to get a special Senate session convened—to get consensus and waivers and—”

“Who said anything about going through official channels?” she asked. “That would bog us down in a bureaucratic morass. No. We’ll have to work back-channels on this one, Bail. We’ll have to pull every last string we can lay our hands on. Call in all our favors and put ourselves deeply into debt. But after Chandrila? I can’t believe we won’t find a few people to help us. Out of self-preservation, if nothing else.”

Bail slumped against the transparisteel window. “What about Palpatine?”

“He stays in the dark,” she said promptly. “Even mentioning the idea to him would ruin any hope for plausible deniability and it’d put him in an untenable position. No. We leave the Supreme Chancellor out of it. And we don’t approach anyone as senators or as members of the Security Committee, either. At least, not unless we absolutely have to.”

He was almost laughing. “Then how do you expect to convince a single government to supply us with so much as
one
armed ship to help liberate Lanteeb?”

“I’m not only thinking of governments,” she said. “Off the top of my head I can name five private corporations with their own fleets of armed escort ships. Five companies that stand to lose millions if the threat of this bioweapon isn’t eliminated. You think they won’t agree if it means saving that kind of money?”

“Well—probably they would, yes, but—” Bail raked his fingers through his short hair. “Padmé, what kind of a message will that send? We can say we’re not acting as senators but unless we resign we
are
senators and—”

“I honestly couldn’t care less about political messages,” she snapped. “Not when billions of lives are on the line. But if we
have
to have a message, then how about this? It’s past time we stopped looking to the Senate to solve all our problems. We’re in this mess partly because we’ve surrendered our consciences and our independence to an endless parade of self-serving government committees. We need action, not more talking. And we have a duty—a moral obligation—to keep one another safe. To look out for the weakest and most helpless among us. This Republic belongs to everyone and we all have to do what we can to preserve it.”

“Stang, Padmé.” Bail sighed. “Look. I’m not saying you’re wrong. But I’m not sure you grasp the enormity of what you’re suggesting.”

“Believe me, I do,” she said. “But I’m not going to let it intimidate me. This is too important. Bail Organa, next to me you’re the most persuasive person I know. You’re high profile, you’re respected and you know people who know people who know people, from the highest to the lowest levels of government
and
private enterprise on every planet that matters in the Republic. And I’ve made a few interesting connections myself in the last few years. Between us we can
do
this. We can put together a civilian fleet to back up Yularen’s battle group if they need it.”

Shaking his head again, Bail returned to his chair. “I must be coming down with something, because I’m starting to believe you. Are you quite certain you’re not a Jedi playing mind tricks?”

She laughed. “Don’t be silly. I’m just a woman who doesn’t like taking
no
for an answer.”