Part 20 (1/2)
”From what the children said about the voice resembling their father's, I think it is highly likely that the speaker was indeed Thrackan sal-solo. Let us suppose it was. Suppose he was handed a script and told to read it, without being told what it was about.
Perhaps the authors of that message wanted someone with a Corellian accent. Perhaps they wanted Thrackan's voice so that when Thrackan did reveal himself, they would be linked with him. Perhaps he just happened to be handy when they wanted the words read.
”In any event, the message was recorded. If Mara Jade was not part of the plot, then it could have been recorded no more recently than about three weeks ago, when it came into Jade's possession. Of course, if she is part of the plot, it could have been recorded at any time up to the moment leia Organa Solo opened the message cube. But let us a.s.sume Jade is n0t involved. In that case, the message could have been taped months, even years, before.”
”What of it?” Marcha asked.
”Then all is explained. Let me tell you a tale, if you will. I think something like this happened sal-solo is approached by the senders of the first message, for whatever reason. My guess is that he was involved in some aspect of the plot, and they wanted a Corellian voice.
”However the details work, he reads the spoken message, and then, somehow, learns the content of the written messageH) r, at least, learned of the starbuster plot.
And he decides to invent his own piggyback conspiracy.
He knows when the message is going to be delivered, or at least can learn when it has been. All he has to do is watch for Mara Jade to arrive and contact leia Organa Solo. He immediately puts his own plan for an uprising into effect. He makes his broadcast claiming he controls the starbuster, and then activates the jamming and interdiction field.”
Aunt Marcha shook her head. ”I can go with you part of the way, but not the whole distance. What of the simultaneous revolts on the other worlds? Your theory requires either sal-solo to mastermind antihuman revolts, or else an astonis.h.i.+ng degree of coincidence.
From what we know of it, the Human League does not sound like the sort of operation that can operate a ma.s.sively powerful jamming system, let alone develop superweapons like the systemize interdiction-field generator or the starbuster. Besides, if you give the jamming and the interdiction system to Thrackan, you have two shadowy organizations capable of developing technology. Make him nothing but a messenger boy and a powerless malcontent, and the plot only needs one.”
Ebrihim thought for a moment. ”Will you let him control the jamming system? It is a brute-force sort of technology and does not require any new invention. I think I can make a case that Thrackan did that much.”
Aunt Marcha nodded cautiously. ”I suppose,” she said. ”See if you can convince me.”
”Thank you. Let's see if I can present a revised scenario.”
Ebrihim paused for a moment and thought it through before he spoke.
”Thrackan sal-solo's group is a.s.signed to deliver the message before the nova explosion, thereby proving the authors of the message could blow up stars at will. Either by chance or by choice, SaleSolo's people bungle that a.s.signment, so that it arrives after the star has detonated. sal-solo's people are also instructed to report to their masters when the message reaches leia Organa Solo, as that will be the cue for all the revolts to take place. leia Organa Solo gets the message, and the orders to start the revolutions go out.
”What the masterminds of the plot intended was for the interdiction field to be activated, trapping the New Republic's Chief of State in-system, and preventing the New Republic from interfering.
However, communications were to be left open so that negotiations could take place-after the entire system erupted in chaos, with the masterminds' lackeys, recruited from among local hotheads and malcontents, overthrowing the various planetary governments.
The masterminds would then negotiate with the New Republic government, destroying one star after another until they got what they wanted. The masterminds would then control the Corel1jan planetary system, and thus the Corellian Sector, with their lackeys in control of the planets.
”Except Thrackan sal-solo double-crosses his masters. He starts his revolt, but then broadcasts his message, falsely taking credit for the starbuster-and then jams all communications so that the masterminds of the plot cannot respond. He either seizes control of the interdiction generator, or else simply prevents the masterminds from getting to it and shutting it off.
”Having created chaos, he then exploits it. Perhaps he plans to grab the Corellian system for himself, before the masterminds of the plot can respond. He cannot keep up the jamming forever, and sooner or later the interdiction field must come down. But by the time they are shut down, by the time the smoke clears, he will be in command of the entire Corellian planetary system.”
The d.u.c.h.ess looked at her nephew unhappily. ”I must concede that you have offered a convincing theory,” she said. ”But it is, unfortunately, a most dis LUUTSM I turbing one. If you are correct, then the conspirators have already fallen out with each other and are fighting among themselves.”
”Unfortunately, even if my hypothesis is correct-and I believe it is at least close to the truth-we do not have the whole story,” said Ebrihim. ”None of it explains what it was that the children found in that chamberr why the Human League seemed to be searching desperately for it, or what if any connection any of this has to the archaeological dig here on Drall.”
”I think there is the closest of connections,” Marcha replied.
”Based on Q9's imagery, and what I have heard about the dig here, I would say the two sites are all but identical, the only difference being that perhaps more of the installation has been excavated on Corellia I have a pretty fair idea what the children found, and I suspect an identical chamber can be found in the archaeological site here on Drall. But we have to find it first, and for that I am afraid we are going to need help from the childrenr at least from Anakin.”
Ebrihim looked at his aunt. ”I a.s.sure you, if you need Anakin, you need all three of them. The two older ones seem to be taking their responsibilities toward him very seriously indeed in the past few days.
Beyond which, they seem to be the only ones who can get him to do anything.
”I see. I must say that doesn't surprise me. Be that as it may, I intend to take the children to the dig here, and let Anakin see if he can find a similar chamber. There will be some slight risk involved.
Do you think the children will be willing to cooperate?”
”I would expect so. Human children tend not to worry as much as they should. But that is not the issue.
You are on shaky ethical ground in asking children to a.s.sist in a risky enterprise, and they are far too young to judge the balance of risks and benefits. They a, re well below the age of informed consent for humans.
The d.u.c.h.ess Marcha looked over the list of star coordinates Anakin had written. A list of stars in an oddly precise child's hand, a list of stars with planets full of people. A list of stars that someone had marked down for destruction. ”I do not relish the thought of using children,” she said, ”but I do not see that we have a choice.”
Tendra Risant satin the pilot's chair of the Gentleman Caller rigidly alert, trying to watch every instrument at once. She was near, very near, to the edge of the Corellian interdiction field, and did not quite know what to do. ”Near” was a relative term. She knew she was approximately at the edge of the field, but the information she had been able to buy concerning the Corellian Field was vague in the extreme. She might be right on top of it, or she might have another billion kilometers to go. In theory, there was nothing preventing her from dropping out of hypers.p.a.ce deliberately, here and now, and sailing toward Corellia in normal s.p.a.ce. But suppose she was a billion kilometers off? That would add another week or ten days to her transit time, and after only a few days aboard the Gent, she was quite certain she did not want to extend the trip if she could help it.
No, she would stay in hypers.p.a.ce as long as she could, and let the interdiction field knock her back into normalWHAM!
The Gentleman Caller shuddered from stem to stern as the s.h.i.+p was thrown out of hypers.p.a.ce into the universe proper. The viewports flared with a tangled crazyquilt of jumbled star lines, and every alarm in the s.h.i.+p went off at once. Tendra, very much a greenhorn pilot, panicked for a moment and froze up as the lights cut out and the s.h.i.+p started pinwheeling across the darkness. Then she snapped herself out of it, and reached out for the manual hyperdrive cutoff switch.
Half the alarms cut out as soon as the hyperdrive went off-line, and was no longer trying to hold the s.h.i.+p in hypers.p.a.ce. With any luck, she had cut the drive off before it could burn out. Not that it would matter anytime soon, of course. She hit the resets on the other alarms and set to work regaining att.i.tude control of the tumbling s.h.i.+p.
No rush on that, in practical terms, of course, but it was more than a little disconcerting to see the entire universe tumbling past the viewports in all directions.
Besides, she wanted the view steadied down enough so she could see where she was going.
There. There it was. Still distant enough that it did not show a disk. There, the close, bright star. That was Corell, the star that shone on Corellia It might take her a while to get there, but she was on her way. Well on her way.
CHAPTER TWELVE.
Under the Iceberg an had lost all track of time.
On and on through the scarlet-lit tunnels they went, moving at a snail's pace. There was something indefinably old about the tunnels, something that, in spite of the fact that all were dry, well-made, well-kept, told Han they had been here a long time. Well, why not?
There had been Selonians on-and more to the point, inCorellia for untold thousands of years, and a tunnel, once dug, had a tendency to remain where it was. There must have been thousands of kilometers of tunnel under the surface in the capital region alone.
Han, however, would have been just as pleased if they had built fewer tunnels but made them bigger. Now and again his wish came true, and they would come to a larger pa.s.sage, sometimes merely wide enough for two Selonians to walk side by side, sometimes a vast artificial cavern hundreds of meters across, all of it lit in that same dark, lurid red.
Han was glad to see any such place, so long as the ceiling was high enough for him to stand uprightyen if he was no longer capable of standing. The endless hours of crawling in the cramped 197 tunnels had left him hunched over, his back aching, his knees so bashed and battered and sore he could barely straighten them. But even tottering along stiff-legged, with stabbing pains shooting through his back, was preferable to crawling through the low tunnels.
Nor was there anything private about his ordeal.
There were plenty of folks in the audience. Any chamber large enough to hold large numbers of Selonians was doing exactly that.
There were dozens of them, hundreds of them, everywhere, busily working on bits of machinery Han could not quite identify, carrying things back and forth, talking and arguing and shouting and laughing in both the standard Selonian Han had learned and the whistles-and-hoots language he had first heard in the tunnel.
It was plainly time to start wondering just how standard ”standard”
Selonian was.