Part 30 (1/2)
The Supreme Chancellor had been unexpectedly compliant since leaving the bunker, at times brazen enough to take Grievous to task for his less-than-perfect piloting skills.
You fool, you'll get us both killed! Palpatine had barked at him repeatedly. What did Palpatine think was going to become of him after they reached the Invisible Hand? Grievous had asked himself. Was he under the delusion that Lords Sidious and Tyra.n.u.s would simply hold him for ransom? Did it somehow escape him that he wasn't likely to see Coruscant again? Once more, Grievous questioned the needless complexity of the Sith Lords' plan. Why not kill Palpatinc sooner rather than later? If he hadn't been under orders... You take orders? Palpatine had mocked him.
Which of them was the lesser, indeed?
”Strap in, Chancellor,” Grievous said now. ”This could get rough.”
Palpatine sneered. ”With you at the controls, I'm certain it will.”
No sooner did Grievous swing back to the viewport than gouts of fire spewed from the Invisible Hand's forward cannons. Two of the starfighter pilots must have sensed something coming, because they all but glued themselves to the shuttle. Rocked by the burst, the shuttle lost portions of itself to s.p.a.ce, and all systems shut down. One of the starfighters was blown away, but the other two had lost little more than their wings.
The shuttle reeled as the tractor beam took hold of it.
With it came the pair of starfighters. Grievous considered ordering that the docking bay be purged of atmosphere. Somewhere aboard the shuttle there would be extravehicular gear Palpatine could don. But with life support failing, Palpatine was already in enough trouble. Grievous would just have to deal with the starfighter pilots when the s.h.i.+ps were released from the beam. The three were scarcely through the docking bay's containment field when explosive charges flung the canopies from the starfighters and two Jedi Knights leapt to the deck, lightsabers ablaze, deflecting blaster bolts from battle droids as they raced for the shuttle.
Before the shuttle had even settled to the deck, one of the Jedi had plunged his glowing blue blade straight through the starboard hatch.
Hurrying aft through thickening smoke, Grievous caught sight of Palpatine's expression of derision.
”Surprise, surprise, General.” Grievous halted just long enough to say: ”We'll see who's surprised.” He saw the lightsaber blade retract. By the time he had shouldered through the hatch onto the landing platform the Jedi had moved to either side. Even while continuing to parry blaster bolts, they surged at him, engaging the two lightsabers he drew from his cloak.
The duel raged through the hold. Battle droids lowered their weapons for fear of hitting Grievous. These Jedi were more proficient than the ones he had fought in the bunker, but not skilled enough to challenge him. The four blades seared through the recycled air, was.h.i.+ng the burnished bulkheads with harsh light and outsized shadows. Flanking him, the Jedi rushed in. Grievous waited until the last instant to command his legs to raise him up several centimeters. Then he extended his lightsabers straight out from his sides, angled slightly downward.
Slipping past the flas.h.i.+ng strikes of his opponents, Grievous's blades pierced the chests of both. They fell away from him, faces contorted in surprise, of the sort only sudden death could bring. Several battle droids hastened forward, almost prancing in eagerness.
”Jettison the bodies,” Grievous instructed. ”Choose a place where the Republic can have a good look at them.” Diminutive between two MagnaGuards, Palpatine was waiting at the foot of the shuttle boarding ramp. ”Take him,” Grievous said.
Lifting Palpatine by his armpits, the combat droids followed Grievous through the cruiser, and at last through an oval of opalescent portal into a large cabin s.p.a.ce containing a situation table surrounded by chairs. Grievous ordered the guards to set the Supreme Chancellor down in a swivel chair at the head of the table and to shackle his hands.
”Welcome to the general's quarters,” he said while he did input at a console built into the table. Shortly the bulkhead behind the swivel chair became a hologrammic display, showing the battle of Coruscant. The flick of a final switch summoned a stalked, eyeball-shaped holocam from the tabletop.
”You're about to make an unscheduled appearance on the HoloNet, Chancellor,” Grievous said. ”I apologize for not providing a mirror, hairbrush, and cosmetics, so that you might at least camouflage some of your fear.”
Palpatine's voice was sinister when he spoke. ”You can display me, but I won't speak.”
Grievous nodded at what seemed an obvious statement. ”I'll display you, but you won't speak. Is that understood?”
”You will do all the talking.”
”That's correct. I will do all the talking.”
”Very good.” For no apparent reason, Grievous felt uncertain. ”Lord Tyra.n.u.s will soon be here to take charge of you.”
Palpatine smiled without showing his teeth. ”Then I am a.s.sured of being greatly entertained.”
From aboard his cruiser, General Grievous addressed a captive audience of trillions of beings. His frightening visage dominating every frequency of the HoloNet, he delivered a message of gloom and doom, forecasting the end of Palpatine's reign, the long-delinquent downfall of the corrupt Republic, a bright new future for all the worlds and all the species that had been enslaved to it...
Crushed in among Nicandra Plaza's suddenly silent mult.i.tude, Bail touched Mon Mothma's arm in a gesture that promised his imminent return, and began to writhe his way to the edge of the crowd. Gazing around, he spied Padme standing with C-3PO, arms cradled against her, elbows in the palms of her hands, her face raised to the light-splintered sky. Hastening to her, he called her name, and she turned from the handrail into his comforting embrace, her tears wetting the front of his tunic. ”Padme, listen to me,” he said, stroking her hair. ”The Separatists have nothing to gain by killing Palpatine. He'll be all right.”
”What if you're wrong, Bail? What if they do kill him, and power falls into the hands of Mas Amedda and the rest of that gang? That doesn't worry you? What if Alderaan is next on Grievous's list of worlds to attack?”
”Of course it worries me. I fear for Alderaan. But I have faith that won't happen. This attack will put an end to the Outer Rim sieges. The Jedi will be back where they belong, here in the Core. And as for Mas Amedda, he won't last a week. There are thousands of Senators who think as we do, Padme. We'll rally them into a force to be reckoned with. We'll put the Republic back on course, even if we have to fight tooth and nail to overcome anyone who opposes us.”
He put his hand under her chin to lift her face toward his. ”We'll get through this, no matter what.”
She sniffled; smiled lightly. ”If I could keep my concerns focused only on the future of the Republic...”
Bail held her gaze, and nodded in understanding. ”Padme, if it's any comfort to you, please know that my wife and I would do anything to protect you and those close to you.”
”Thank you, Bail,” she said. ”With all my heart, thank you.”
On Utapau, an Outer Rim world of vast sinkholes and lizard mounts, Viceroy Nute Gunray watched a grainy HoloNet image of General Grievous lower the boom on Coruscant. Had he been wrong to underestimate the cyborg? Might this war actually end with the Republic vanquished? It was almost too much to contemplate: unrestricted trade from Core to Outer Rim, undreamed of wealth, unlimited possessions... Gunray glanced at Shu Mai, Pa.s.sel Argente, San Hill, and the rest, a backslapping fellows.h.i.+p all of a sudden. Smiling broadly - - for the first time in several years - - he joined them in celebration.
In his quarters in the Temple, Yoda watched a HoloNet feed that showed the bodies of two Jedi drifting in s.p.a.ce, close to the flags.h.i.+p of the Separatist fleet. The corners of his mouth pulled down in sadness, he turned to the comlink. ”See them, I do.”
Mace's voice rumbled from the speaker. ”If we can ever break through this fighter screen, we'll storm the cruiser.”
”Kill the Supreme Chancellor, Grievous will.”
”I don't think so. He's had plenty of chances already.