Part 20 (2/2)
”Supreme Chancellor,” Adi interjected, ”will you at least consider postponing your opening remarks until we've had a chance to uncover the Nebula Front's plan? It's possible that a.s.sa.s.sins have already managed to penetrate Eriadu security.” Valorum shook his head. ”I won't hear of it.
At this late stage, any change to the proceedings would be interpreted as weakness or hesitancy.” He glanced at the three Jedi. ”I'm sorry. I realize that you have my best interests in mind. But for the sake of the Republic, I can't allow you to interfere.” Adi bowed her head. ”We will honor your wishes, Supreme Chancellor.” The three Jedi turned and exited the room.
No sooner did the door close behind them than Qui-Gon said, ”We must go directly to the site of the summit and see what we can learn.” If the attack on Valorum didn't make him the focus of this summit, Asmeru certainly did,” Senator Bor Gracus of Sluis Van was telling Palpatine as they moved in step with the slow flow of other delegates toward Eriadu s.p.a.ceport's immigration scanners.
Human or alien, almost everyone was draped in robes and capes of the finest cloth, including Palpatine and his temporary companion in the snaking line, who were dressed alike in richly adorned cloaks with roomy sleeves and high double collars.
Sate Pestage and Kinman Doriana, also dressed alike in black cloaks, followed closely behind Palpatine.
”Gossip to which I've been privy suggests many of the Core and Inner Rim delegates are whispering that the Supreme Chancellor's actions at Asmeru were a bald attempt to curry favor with the Trade Federation.” Gracus was a stout human with protruding eyes and a putty nose. His homeworld boasted a small but flouris.h.i.+ng s.h.i.+pyard.
As with other worlds along and in close proximity to the Rimma Trade Route, Sluis Van viewed its future import as preordained.
”Gossip is valuable only if it is accurate, Senator,” Palpatine said after a moment.
”Supreme Chancellor Valorum is scarcely an advocate of unfair trade policies.”
”Unfair, you say? I didn't hear you stand up and cheer when Valorum made his speech championing the advantages of taxation of the free trade zones.”
”That doesn't mean that I think otherwise,” Palpatine said in a composed voice. ”But, like you, my station compels me to echo the voice of those I represent, and, at present, Naboo remains undecided.” Gracus gave him a sidelong glance. ”King Veruna is undecided, you mean to say.”
”His troubles are on the rise, to be sure. Our regent is too enmeshed in scandal to give much thought to what lies ahead for Naboo. He forgets that our world relies on the Trade Federation for much of its industrial imports, in addition to some of its food.
Naboo risks as much, if not more than any other outlying system in actively opposing the Trade Federation. It was only after much discussion and debate that I convinced King Veruna of the importance of my attending this summit.”
”You are most judicious, Senator,” Gracus said, in a way that mixed mild annoyance with admiration. ”You answer my question without actually answering it. You prop Valorum, and yet you don't.” When it was evident that Palpatine wasn't going to reply, Gracus added, ”It is my understanding that you briefed the Supreme Chancellor on the subject of dispatching an armed force to Asmeru.”
”A diplomatic delegation,” Palpatine amended.
”Call it what you will, you can't change what happened there.
And you can't deny that what happened there doesn't smell more of might than right.” Palpatine gestured in dismissal. ”The details of the incident are sketchy at best, Senator.
What's more, you are ignoring the fact that, by trying to kill the Supreme Chancellor, the Nebula Front made themselves Republic business.”
”So Valorum claims,” Gracus demurred.
”The delegation came under almost immediate attack, and responded accordingly,” Palpatine said.
Gracus sniffed in derision. ”The professed justification. Valorum used the incident to launch a preemptive strike, eliminating the Nebula Front's ability to disrupt the summit, and at the same time inveigling the Trade Federation into accepting taxation.
”And I suspect that he had other reasons, as well. Everyone antic.i.p.ated the Senex Houses to protest the violation of their territory, but they have been very silent thus far. It wouldn't surprise me to learn that a deal has been struck between Valorum and House Vandron. Should House Vandron agree not to protest what happened at Asmeru, the senate--or at least Valorum-- will agree to overlook House Vandron's continuing Rights of Sentience violations and lift the restrictions that have made it impossible for the Senex to trade with Republic worlds.”
”Whether slavery or spice smuggling, the Core Worlds take little interest in the injustices that plague the Outer Rim,” Palpatine said in a world-weary voice. ”Violations notwithstanding, the Republic would gladly trade with the Senex, if the Senex had something of value to offer. If that wasn't the case, the Trade Federation would have been disbanded long ago.
But, in fact, the Neimoidians and the rest have set themselves up as irreplaceable, because of what they transport to the Core.” Gracus appeared fl.u.s.tered. ”Nevertheless,” he sputtered, ”the Outer Rim worlds are now in turmoil. Even those who don't openly support the Nebula Front are decrying the fact that the Republic took it upon itself to intercede at Asmeru.” Palpatine summoned an ambiguous smile.
”I'm certain that the Supreme Chancellor will ease everyone's concerns when he addresses the delegates.”
”And we'll all be eager to hear what he has to say,” Gracus replied contemptuously, ”since with one hand he seeks to punish the Trade Federation with taxation, while with the other he strokes them by eradicating the Federation's most dangerous antagonist.” Palpatine's seeming good humor didn't falter.
”One must make adjustments as necessary. Despite a.s.siduous planning, not everything can be foreseen.” A faraway look came into his eyes. ”The landscape we inhabit is an everchanging one, Senator. One moment we are in the light; the next we are in the dark, left to find our own way through.
If events could truly be divined--if one were to be granted such awesome power--then perhaps the future could be directed along one line or another. But until then, we stumble through, groping blindly for the truth.” Gracus snorted. ”Perhaps you should consider placing your name in nomination for high office, Senator.” Palpatine brushed the remark aside.
”I'm content to play my small part behind the scenes.”
”For the moment, I suspect,” Gracus said, as Palpatine hurried ahead of him in the line.
????? bar Nute Gunray's red eyes meandered over the line of delegates waiting to be scanned by Eriadu's primitive scanning devices. His gaze fell on two human senators--one rotund and plebeian; the other, straight-backed and refined--engaged in what appeared to be a spirited exchange.
He looked down from his mechno - chair at Senator Lott Dod.
”Who is the human in the blue cloak--there, speaking with the pudgy one?”
Dod followed the viceroy's raised forefinger.
”Senator Palpatine of Naboo.”
”A friend of ours?” Dod shook his head dubiously. ”He gives all indication of holding to a middle course, Viceroy.
Although I heard that he encouraged Valorum to send judicials to the Senex sector.”
”A potential friend, then,” Gunray said.
”Soon enough, we will know where everyone stands.” Behind them, squatting on the duracrete, was the shuttle that had carried them to the surface, an organic-looking s.h.i.+p, with a quartet of clawed and segmented landing gear, a pair of generator vents that resembled eyespots, and a rear deflector s.h.i.+eld a.s.sembly that rose from the s.h.i.+p's flat body like a raised tail.
Gunray and Dod wore robes, mantles, and headdresses-- crimson and cordovan for the viceroy; deep purple and lavender for the senator.
Fore and aft and to both sides of them marched security droids, their blaster rifles mounted behind their right shoulders. The droids const.i.tuted the Neimoidians' reply to Eriadu's offer to provide protection. In addition, the Trade Federation Directorate had insisted that a small s.h.i.+eld generator be installed in that section of the summit hall a.s.signed to them.
A mere glance at the protestors who stood five-deep along the perimeter of the s.p.a.ceport facilities told Gunray that the members of the directorate had made a prudent decision-- despite the ridicule to which they had been subjected by their peers in the Galactic Senate.
The directorate's other six, s.h.i.+elded by Eriadu security agents, led the Trade Federation cortege as they neared the terminal. At the head of the line walked the Federation's four human directors - comtwo from Kuat, one from Balmorra, and the other from Filve. And behind them came the directorate's Gran and Sull.u.s.tan members, all wearing costly tunics and caplets, though a far cry from the extravagant ones affected by Gunray and Dod.
”Can we take this Asmeru business as a sign that Valorum is secretly in our camp?” the Sull.u.s.tan was asking the Gran.
”Not unless Valorum surprises everyone here by withdrawing his taxation proposal,” the Gran replied.
”My attorneys a.s.sure me that the Republic has no legal right to tax the free trade zones,” Gunray said in Basic, from atop his ambulatory throne.
One of the humans from Kuat looked over his shoulder at the Neimoidian and laughed. ”The Republic will do as it wishes, Viceroy. You're a fool to believe otherwise. Valorum is as much our adversary as ever.” Gunray suffered the humiliation in silence. What, he wondered, would the Kuati have made of Darth Sidious's a.s.sertion that Valorum was the Trade Federation's strongest ally in the senate? Would the Kuati have been so quick to taunt and scoff?
Gunray doubted it.
The arrogant human and the others knew nothing of the covert deal Gunray had struck with the Sith Lord.
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