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    Star Wars - Black Fleet Crisis - Shield Of Lies

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      "Hospital," Mallar said in a croak.

      "Yes. You are in the New Republic Fleet Infirmary on Coruscant," said

      Ackbar. "And I am Ackbar."

      Plat Mallar's eyes widened. "Cor'scant? How? I was--what about

      Polneye--what happened--" "I will tell you everything, in time. Some

      of it is hard to hear," Ackbar said gravely. "But none of that matters

      today."

      "Thought--I was dying," Mallar said. Each word was an effort.

      "Today you start to live again. And, if you will allow me, I will be

      here to help you."

      Mallar raised an unsteady hand a few centimeters and pointed. "Who're

      you?"

      "I am Mon Calamari," said Ackbar. "And you are Grannan. I have never

      met a Grannan before today.

      Have you ever met one of my people?"

      Mallar shook his head slightly.

      "Then perhaps we both can learn from each other."

      "Uniform," Mallar said. "Were you? are you my doctor?"

      Ackbar glanced down at his battle dress. "I am just an old star pilot

      without enough sense to go home," he said, rising. "I 'll bring your

      doctor now. He'll have more important things to talk about."

      Poas Trell could not keep the frown off her face as she handed a seated

      Leia the stack of petitions. "Madame President, when you said that I

      could witness--" "Do you have a problem with that?"

      "Madame President, Minister Falanthas's aide alerted him to your

      arrival before I reached the office.

      He's on his way down now. Could I possibly impose on you to wait just

      a few minutes--" "No," said Leia. "There's nothing to discuss. I have

      the authority to grant these requests, and I intend to do so. Where is

      the endorsement tablet?"

      "My auxiliary is fetching one," said Trell. "It will be here

      shortly."

      Leia raised a questioning eyebrow. "It looks like we've received some

      additional petitions."

      "Yes, Madame President. There are twenty-three all told, eighteen from

      Farlax and five from elsewhere. The administrator and Minister

      Falanthas were discussing with Chairman Beruss a proposal that the four

      systems closest to the hostilities be placed in an accelerated approval

      process--" "I can accelerate that process considerably if you'll just

      get that endorsement tablet in here."

      Trell was openly squirming. "Princess, I'm very uncomfortable with

      this--" "Are you questioning my authority to act on these petitions?"

      "No, of course not, Princess Leia. I only thought you might see value

      to consulting with your senior ministers on your decision, and

      coordinate your timing with---" "The endorsement tablet, please," Leia

      said firmly.

      "Or I take these with me to my own offices and deal with them there.

      And then I inform Nanaod that he will need to find a new executive

      aide, since the last one has been dismissed for insubordination."

      Trell let her comlink slip down into her hand. Her fingers twisted the

      endpiece. "Faylee," she said evenly.

      "Have you located a tablet yet?"

      A moment later the door to the staff conference room opened, and a

      clerk entered bearing an endorsement tablet. Trell nodded toward Leia,

      and the clerk placed the tablet on the table in front of her, then

      excused herself.

      "Will you sit down?" Leia invited, indicating the chair opposite

      hers.

      When Trell complied, Leia placed the first petition on the tablet and

      activated its recording system. The prism-shaped bulge at the top of

      the tablet contained three holo lenses--one to record the document

      itself, one to record the signer in the act of signing, and one to

      record the witness sitting opposite.

      "President Leia Organa Solo, acting for the New Republic in the matter

      of the emergency petition of Ga-lantos for membership," she said,

      taking up the endorsing stylus.

      "Poas Trelt, senior aide to First Administrator Engh, witnessing."

      Leia signed the petition with a flourish. "Approved.

      President Leia Organa Solo, acting for the New Republic in the matter

      of the emergency petition of Wehttam for membership--" When Leia

      reached the fifth document in the stack, Trell hesitated. "Do you mean

      to approve all the Farlax petitions?"

      "I mean to approve all the petitions, period. Please continue."

      Trell drew a long breath, thought something she decided not to say, and

      folded her hands on the table.

      "Poas Trell, senior aide to the first administrator--" Minister

      Falanthas arrived just in time for Leia to hand him the stack of

      approved petitions as she left.

      "Good morning, Mokka," she said. "I'm sorry you were called away from

      your meeting for nothing. But since you're here, let me ask you to see

      that all the governments are notified as soon as possible. No,

      wait--do you happen to know if Councillor Jobath is still on

      Corus-cant?"

      "I believe he is at the diplomatic hostel."

      "Then you can leave Galantos to me--I'd like to inform the councillor

      myself."

      As she started to leave, Minister Falanthas looked down at the stack of

      documents in his hands, then up at Leia. "What should I tell Chairman

      Beruss?"

      "Tell him that we've done the right thing," Leia called back to him.

      "Tell him we can move on to the hard decisions now."

      "Dr. Yintal called you 'Admiral,'" said Plat Mallar as he and Ackbar

      walked slowly through the exercise garden in the courtyard of the Fleet

      infirmary. "He treated you like more than an old star pilot. He

      treated you like someone important."

      "Dr. Yintal is unusually respectful for a doctor," Ackbar said. "How

      does it feel to be moving?"

      "Better than it did to be in that bed," said Mallar.

      "Was I really in that tank for sixteen days?"

      "I was there when you were brought in," said Ackbar. "You were

      terribly, terribly ill."

      "Is a day here the same as a day on Polneye?"

      "Just the same, I suspect--one sunset to the next," Ackbar said, and

      chuckled at his own joke. "Does Polneye still use Imperial System

      measures and the decimal clock?"

      "A day here is fourteen hundred standard time parts long," Ackbar

      said.

      "You can adjust your expectations accordingly."

      "That's shorter," said Mallar. "The Polneye day is eighteen hundred

      ST. Still, sixteen days--" His expression suddenly changed to one of

      worry. "How am I going to pay for all that?"

      "You owe us nothing," said Ackbar. "Your care is a gift from the New

      Republic, one we are more than happy to give." He paused and gestured

      toward a nearby bench. "Would you like to stop for a while?"

      "No," Mallar said, nodding. "It feels good to be walking."

      "Then we will walk," said Ackbar, resuming his almost-shuffling pace.

      "Dr. Yintal said he didn't know anything about what's been happening

      at Polneye," Mallar said after a time. "If you are an admiral, does

      that mean you might know more?"

      "I'm afraid the last report we have from Polneye is yours," Ackbar

      said. "We have not been able to raise them, or to send a scout in."

      "In sixteen days? Why not?"

      "P
    lat Mallar, you must try to prepare yourself for the idea that you

      are the only survivor of that horrible attack," said Ackbar.

      "But Ten South was still standing--and there was a transport on the

      ground--" "We have analyzed the recordings from your interceptor,"

      Ackbar said. "The transport was being loaded with droids and other

      equipment. I'm afraid there is little foundation for hope."

      Mallar fell silent for more than half a lap around the courtyard. "Who

      did it?" he asked at last. "Can you at least tell me who killed my

      family?"

      "The attack was carried out by the Yevetha," Ackbar said.

      "The Yevetha?" Mallar asked, indignant. "Who are the Yevetha?"

      "They are a species native to Koornacht Cluster.

      They were enslaved by the Empire but seem to have stolen the Empire's

      technologies, and perhaps a substantial battle fleet as well. Several

      other colonies were attacked at the same time. Our information is far

      from complete, but you are, in fact, the only known survivor."

      "What are you doing about them?"

      "We have taken steps to protect the other inhabited worlds near

      Koornacht," said Ackbar. "We are still looking at what we can do to

      respond to the Yevethan aggression."

      "What I saw wasn't aggression," said Mallar. "It was murder. It was

      nothing but calculated butchery."

      "Yes," Ackbar said, nodding. "It was."

      "Then I don't understand. Is what I've heard about the New Republic

      wrong? You deposed the Emperor because of the injustices under his

      rule. You stood up against the whole Imperial Navy over principle. Is

      that true, or propaganda?"

      "It is true."

      "And you still have a great fleet of your own?"

      "Yes."

      Mallar stopped and turned to Ackbar. "Will you use it?" ment," Ackbar

      said. "I do not know what they will decide."

      "Why is this so difficult?"

      "You may not understand this, Plat Mallar, but it is not easy to rouse

      a democracy to war," said Ackbar.

      "Not unless it has been attacked directly. Everything must be

      discussed. The provocation must be more compelling than the

      politics.

      And it always takes time."

      Ackbar shook his head. "Sixteen days is not enough time."

      "What do you think will happen? Tell me what you honestly believe,"

      said Mallar. "It's important."

      Ackbar nodded. "I believe that, in the end, we will call the Yevetha

      to account. But there will be an ugly fight here first."

      "Thank you," Mallar said. "Do you know when I can leave the

      hospital?"

      "Whenever Dr. Yintal is satisfied with your recovery," said Ackbar.

      "I would think another day at least.

      Do you have plans already?"

      "Yes," said Plat Mallar. "I'm going to volunteer to join your pilot

      corps. When you call the Yevetha to account, I want to be part of

      it.

      That's the only thing that matters to me now. That's all there is

      that's worth doing."

      By the time Leia reached the executive suite on the fifteenth level of

      the Ministry Center, Alole and Tarrick were standing and talking just

      inside the suite's reception entrance, inconspicuously positioned to

      either greet or intercept her. Alole's face lit up as she turned

      toward Leia.

      "Princess--we just heard that you were back."

      "I'll bet you heard," said Leia with a wry smile.

      "How are you, Alole?"

      "I'm fine, Princess."

      "Tarrick?"

      "Very well, Madame President."

      "Then is there any reason we can't go inside and get to work?"

      "None at all," Tarrick said, breaking into a smile.

      Once in Leia's private office, both the formality and the familiarity

      quickly passed. "So--how does the damage look from your end of the

      lifeboat?"

      "Better now that you're here again," Tarrick said.

      "We've been having some trouble with the steerage," Alole said.

      "Oh?"

      "A lot of people trying to grab the wheel."

      Leia nodded. "How long is my hot list?"

      "Manageable," Alole said. "We've been handling everything we could on

      our own. But Nanny is pretty insistent on seeing you at the earliest

      opportunity."

      "I'll keep that in mind," Leia s aid. "Alole, please call over to the

      Senate and see if Bennie has any time for me today."

      "Right away," Alole said, fading back toward the door. "Your hot list

      is on your datapad."

      "Thank you," Leia said, pulling the datapad toward her. "Tarrick, see

      if you can find Councillor Jobath and coax him in. Tell him I have

      news for him."

      "He's been calling us every morning for a fortnight," the aide said

      with a lazy grin. "I think I can get him here."

      Alole had paused at the door. "Princess--" Leia looked up from the

      device. "Yes, Alole?"

      "It's good to have you back."

      "Run a tally sheet," Leia said. "I'm betting yours is the minority

      opinion."

      Entering with a smile, Behn-kihl-nahm embraced Leia, then turned and

      closed the door to the President's reception lounge. "How are you,

      Princess?"

      "Better," she said. "How am I, Bennie?"

      Selecting the largest of the chairs, the chairman of the Defense

      Council made himself comfortable before answering. "You are safe for

      the moment. You still have the support of five of the seven Council

      chairs. There is no serious talk of convening the Ruling Council to

      consider a petition of no confidence."

      "That sounds better than I had reason to hope. Who are the

      contraries?

      Borsk Fey'lya." The opportunistic Bothan headed the Justice Council

      and had always been cool to Leia, not least because of her friendship

      with Ackbar.

      "Of course," Behn-kihl-nahm said. "There's no possible advantage to

      him in supporting you--but if the tide turns, he has positioned himself

      as the leader of the opposition.

      Since Justice has no real responsibility for either war or diplomacy,

      Fey'lya is free to play both the inside game and the outside game."

      "How so?"

      "For now, the malcontents of the Senate will gather around him, simply

      because he stands taller than they do. He need not even promise them

      anything, though they may end up thinking he has. And when the grids

      come looking for what they call balance, he can be as provocative as he

      pleases."

      "You're saying that I'll have to get accustomed to the sound of his

      voice."

      "Whenever you are the subject of the grids' attention, there he will

      be. In a month, perhaps two, if it should happen that you were

      removed, he will have acquired enough power and status to have a chance

      at becoming acting President."

      Leia nodded, frowning. "Surely you'd be in a stronger position than he

      would."

      "In this scenario, I would be fatally damaged by having been your

      champion in a losing cause," said the chairman. "If you are recalled,

      whether by the Senate or the Ruling Council, they will not turn to me

      to replace you."

      "And if I resigned now?"

      Behn-kihl-nahm wriggled his shoulders, settling de
    eper into the

      chair.

      "There is no reason for you to do so--or even to contemplate it."

      "You wouldn't be tainted," she pressed. "And he wouldn't have had a

      chance to enlarge his power bloc."

      "We are already where we belong, you and I," said Behn-kihl-nahm.

      "There's no need to speak of change. It is an unnecessary

      distraction."

      "I'll try to remember that when Borsk Fey'lya speaks of it from the

      Senate podium," Leia said. "Who's the other chairman to side with

      Fey'lya?"

      "Chairman Rattagagech is the other, but I would not say he has sided

      with Chairman Fey'lya," Behn-kihl-nahm said.

      On hearing the name, Leia immediately understood the reason for her

      mentor's distinction. The scholarly, thoughtful Elomin, who headed the

     


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