A/N: I do not own Star Wars
Mysteries Revealed
Chapter 10: What Are The Scipians Up To?
On Scipio...
A young military officer, by the name of Commander Alice von Hämsterviel, observed the Fury fly behind the Scipio moon (which was also Specro's moon) via telescope. The officer wore a military outfit of dark black and shiny black boots. Her hair was put up in her had, which was a short, black velvet hat. She smiled evilly as Fury disappeared. She was in a control room, with many wires, operations, and other military uses. The control room was built inside a military station attached to the Chairman of Scipio's palace, which was on agricultural land on the surface of Scipio.
Alice von Hämsterviel chuckled to herself, as she thought of the crew on the Fury and the Specros down on the surface of Specro.
Idiots, she thought.
You see, the Scipians never really liked the Specros. The Scipians only wanted Specro's only known natural resource: amyethist. Now, this is actually illegal. By law, if an unoccupied planet (e.g. Specro) is near an occupied planet (Scipio), that closer planet may use any resources on that planet and they own it. But, the law also states that if that unoccupied planet is actually occupied by any intelligent race, the planet which previously owed it must give up their rule over it and to not feed off the resource. This law referred to Specro and Scipio.
Long story short, the Scipians continued to take the resources off Specro without the Specros knowing.
That's why the Scipians believed the Specros were idiots while the Specros saw the Scipians as greedy, unreliable lying thieves. Or whusketories, as they call them.
A young man walked up beside her and noticed her evil look. He wore a military outfit as well. He and the young woman looked a lot alike, except that he didn't wear a hat, his hair was a light blonde colour and Alice's hair was a light brown. The young man swallowed hard and loosened his collar up. He also looked like he just came from Tatooine: sweaty and...well...sweaty.
"Uh, C-Commander Hämsterviel, s-sir?" he asked. Alice sighed, as she placed a hand to the side of her head and rubbed it. I know that idiotic voice from anywhere. Sadly, Alice von Hämsterviel thought to herself.
"What is it, Dave?" she asked the officer. Dave started to sweat a bit more. He was petrified of orders and giving others messages, simply because he believed that he would messed them up.
"The Chair-chair-chairman re-requests a-a re-report," Dave stuttered. Alice grumbled. She made a 180 degree turn and went to walk out the door. Dave didn't notice her leave until ten seconds later. He quickly scurried to catch up with her.
"He wants to know what's up, right, Lieutenant Quirrel?" Alice asked, annoyed. She didn't really like Dave. He was an idiot. Everything he said was idiotic. That was mostly because he was afraid of everything. But Quirrel wasn't the dumbest person on Scipio; the Chairman was. He believed he was the smartest person in the universe. If anyone corrected him, interrupted him or even tried to put their opinion across, he'd put the Box of Shame. Well, not really. The Chairman would only do it if he felt like it. Alice certainly didn't like the Chairman. A Tusken Raider was smarter than him.
"Yes-yes, C-Commander," Dave answered her question, still stuttering. Alice didn't slow down her pace.
"Well, those simple-minded mynocks on Specro want a Senator to represent them in the Senate," she explained. Dave then stopped shuddering. He actually looked calmer. He even smiled!
"Cool." Alice stopped. She stepped in front of him, to face him. Did he really just say that?
"How is that cool, Quirrel?" she asked him. Dave's smile disappeared.
"It's...n-not cool?" he shuddered again. Alice raised an eyebrow at him. How dumb can this guy get? she thought.
"Did you fail history at the academy?" she asked him. The Lieutenant started to stutter again.
"Uh...m-maybe?" he asked. Alice stopped walking. She turned to Dave and slapped him across the face! Dave wailed as if she shot him and dropped a bolder on him or something. Alice was too occupied in Dave's stupidity that she didn't notice.
"Idiot! If the Specros get away with having a Senator represent them, they'll tell about the whole amethyst thing!" she exclaimed. Dave placed his right hand on his now red cheek. His eyebrow raised up.
"I thought we st-stole the am-amethyst fr-from them y-years ago. Well, our-our ancestors d-did," Dave admitted. The Commander was about to slap him again when she realized what he just said.
"Wow. Do you get blonde moments sometimes? 'Cause this is the first non-idiotic remark you've said in ten years," Alice congratulated Dave. The Lieutenant smiled a little.
"So...if the Specros do tell of the-the amethyst in-incident, we co-could be thrown out of the-the Republic?" he asked. Alice listened to his question.
"Yes." She thought for a moment. "Make that two non-idiotic remarks," she added. Maybe Quirrel isn't that stupid and naive, she thought to herself. The lieutenant smiled to himself, obviously impressed. Soon, they were in the Chairman's office (which was more like a room. It could fit fifty people in it). The room was very fancy, with a throne-like chair, a fancy desk made out of amethyst, a carpet made out of wampa (cruelty) and it had two chairs in front of the desk. The room was lit up by a large window with the midday sun beaming through it. You would have thought you were in a Senator's office back on Coruscant.
The chairman was reading a book called Dictatorship for Scruffy-lookin' Nerf Herders. He didn't even look up when Alice and Dave came up to his desk.
"What is it, Commander Hamsterwheel?" he asked. Alice noticed that the Chairman pronounced her last name wrong. Again.
"It's Hämsterviel, your Majesty," she corrected. The Chairman still didn't look up at her or Dave. He was still too busy reading his book. What a douche, Alice thought.
The Chairman shrugged. "Whatever. What's the progress?" he asked. Alice stood up straight.
"The Specros are ready to ship off their excuse of a politician to the Senate," she reported. This time, the Chairman looked up at them. He placed his book down and leaned back into his chair. Suddenly, he started to chuckle.
"Another Senator? They haven't been doing that for years! Not since my grandfather's time!" he laughed uncontrollably. If you're wondering why he's laughing uncontrollably, it's because-
Alice chucked a bit, too. "I even know the sleemo's name: Ratanka Skywalker," she revealed. The Chairman stopped laughing. He sat up out of his chair.
"Skywalker? As in Governor Skywalker's boy?" he asked. Alice shrugged. She didn't know of any other Skywalkers who were Governors and who had sons named Ratanka.
"I believe so," she admitted. The Chairman didn't look satisfied. He wanted a yes or a no answer, not someone's blasted opinion. Even if it came from his best Commander.
"Well, did you do a research?" he asked. Alice eyeballed all over the room. What the Hell? she thought.
"Sir?" she asked. The Chairman looked really annoyed. He seriously did not like to repeat himself.
"A research. Did you do a research?" he asked her, in a slower tone, so she could understand. Alice had that 'ooooohhhh' look on her face, as in she finally understood.
"Uh, no I did not," she admitted. The Chairman froze. He then stood up and slammed his hands on his desk.
"WHAT?" he hollered. Alice tried not to panic. She looked over to Quirrel, who was shaking even more than he usually did. Alice looked at the Chairman and pointed a finger at Quirrel.
"I asked Lieutenant Quirrel to do it!" she shouted. Quirrel looked at Alice, then back at the Chairman with complete shock.
"Hu-huh? She-she d-didn't!" Quirrel shook even more now. Not to mention that he began to sweat, and a tiny bit got on the Chairman's antique, five hundred year old desk that was passed down from father to son. The Chairman waved his hand at Quirrel.
"Stop it, Squirrel! Man, you shutter more than a tauntaun does when it smells a wampa," he told the shaking officer. He gestured Quirrel to sit down.
"So-sorry, s-sir," Dave muttered, sitting down. The Chairman sat down as well, as he rubbed his forehead.
"Forgiven." He then looked at the Commander and Lieutenant. "For the whole research thing, we'll make my secretary do it," he told them. He reached over to a holodisk and pressed a button. At that moment, a hologram of a young female human appeared. He attire was very professional.
"Andrea, download a full biography on Governor Kenneth Skywalker and his son, Ratanka Skywalker," the Chairman ordered. The hologram of the secretary bowed.
"Yes, your Grace," she replied, respectfully. Then, the hologram disappeared. The Chairman leaned back into his chair with a satisfied look on his thin, hard face. He looked pleased.
"This is brilliant! That son of a Bantha stands no chance with my weapon-" he began. But, for once, Quirrel wasn't sweating.
"Actually, it's owned by the government," he interrupted the Chairman, in a as-a-matter-of-fact tone. The Chairman froze. He stared at Quirrel with a shocked and angry expression on his face. Alice was shocked, too. Quirrel never does anything like that! she thought.
"Did..you..just..inter...upt..me?" the Chairman asked, trying not to loose his temper. Now, Quirrel was sweating like a wampa on Tatooine. Alice still looked shocked, but she fought very hard not to laugh. Well, so much for breaking your record...
"Y-yes? I-I m-mean-" Quirrel began. The Chairman stood up and pounded his fist on his desk again.
"GUARDS! TAKE LIEUTENANT SQUIRREL TO THE BOX OF SHAME!" he shouted toward the door. Not a second later, two buff guards came in. The both picked up Dave by his arms and took him out of the office.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Not the Box of Shame!" Dave cried out. His voice got dimmer and dimmer as the guards took him away. The Chairman pressed a button on his desk. A hologram of a skinny Sergeant came up.
"Ned?" the Chairman asked. The Sergeant saluted.
"Yes, your Highness?" Ned asked.
"You're the new Lieutenant," the Chairman told him. Suddenly, Ned jumped in the air.
"Sweet! A promotion!" he exclaimed, as the hologram disappeared. The Chairman froze in surprise, or in shock. I don't know what's more annoying: Squirrel's sweating or Ned's over enthusiasm, the Chairman thought. He got out of his daze when he noticed Alice staring at him. He leaned back into his chair.
"So, who came to pick up the one-eyed egg-sucking son of a sleemo-devil this time?" he asked. Alice sat up straight.
"From what I've seen, it's a Venator-class Star Destroyer known as the Fury," she reported. The Chairman nodded in understanding.
"The Admiral?" he asked. Alice thought for a moment. The Fury's Admiral...what was it again? Dim Willon? Dumb Willow? Dean Wolly? Wait-Den! Den Wolon!
"Admiral Den Wolon. He's had that scrap metal since the Battle of Geonosis. A very excellent strategist. He escaped the Separatists quite a few times. He had also fought on the battlefield," Alice recited. The Chairman still had a look of satisfaction, as if everything was going as planned.
"I see. Any Jedi?" he asked. Alice thought back. I think it was like General Skywalker, or something like that. Isn't he the Hero With No Fear, as well?...Yes. Yes, he is.
"Yes. General Skywalker," she answered. The Chairman suddenly looked like he was going to choke. His face went all red, and he wasn't breathing. Alice raised her eyebrow. Was it something I said?
"As in Anakin Skywalker? The Hero With No Fear?" the Chairman choked out. Alice looked around with her eyeballs.
"Uh...yea?" she answered, unsure. Unexpectedly, the Chairman pounded his fists into the desk and repeatedly hit it over and over again. You would have thought he was having a fit!
"Kr**f! Kr**f! Kr**f! We're bantha fodder!" he screamed out. Alice leaned back more into her seat to get away from him. Why is he freaking out? she thought.
"How?" she asked. The Chairman flung his head into the desk.
"If we kill Skywalker, the galaxy will know for sure!" he muffled into the desk. The Commander looked around again. Suddenly, she snorted. If he's worried over a stupid, below poverty level chum-basket escaping us, then he's crazy. Wait...I don't even think the galaxy knows about him.
"He's just a wannabe politician. We can easily take him down," Alice assured the Chairman. The political leader raised his head upward to look at Alice.
"I was talking about the General, you moron!" he yelled at her.
"Oh," was all she said. He flopped his head back onto the desk.
"Besides, we're nothing against a Jedi," the Chairman cried into the desk again. Alice leaned back into her seat. He does have a point. What do we have against a Jedi? And if we do take him out, we'd be branded as traitors!
"There would be price to pay if the Republic's hero were to be wiped from the galaxy," Alice admitted. The Chairman raised his head up again.
"Did I ask for your opinion, Hamsterwheel?" he asked, trying not to loose his temper. He mispronounced my name again! Alice thought.
"Hämsterviel," she corrected. The Chairman sat up.
"Whatever. But we should find out more about this Jedi," he noted. He pressed a button on his desk again. A hologram of his secretary came up again. " Andrea, get everything you can find about Anakin Skywalker, the Hero With No Fear," he told her. Andrea looked up from typing.
"Sir, I found about five hundred, twenty-five thousand, six hundred findings for just Kenneth Skywalker," she explained.
"In individuals?" the Chairman asked. Andrea nodded.
"Yes, sir."
"Well, did you type in Governor?" the Chairman reminded his secretary.
"No, sir. I will sir," Andrea told the Chairman. The Chairman leaned into his big chair.
"Good, and don't forget to search for General Anakin Skywalker," he ordered. Andrea nodded.
"Will do, sir," she replied, as her hologram disappeared. The Chairman leaned sighed, as he rubbed the side of his head tiredly. Alice scooted herself forward in her chair.
"So, what do you plan to do?" she asked the Chairman. The Chairman pointed a finger at Alice's face.
"Don't order me around, Hamsterwheel or you'll end up in the box of shame as well!" he warned. Alice backed away from his finger.
"Okay, take all the time to decide. But they're going back to Coruscant tomorrow before midday," she stated. The Chairman leaned back into his chair.
"You could have told me that earlier," he told her rudely. Alice shifted her seat back a little. She put her hands up in defense.
"Well, it didn't seem urgent, since I also found out that Senator Amidala traveled with General Skywalker on that Republic ship," she explained. The Chairman leaned into the desk to get closer to Alice.
"See? Another thing you could have told me EARLIER!" he yelled in her face. Unfortunately, for Alice, some of the Chairman's saliva spattered onto her face. Slowly, she wiped it off her face with her sleeve.
"I apologize, sir," she stated after she finished wiping her face.
"Whatever, Hamsterwheel," the Chairman stated. Alice sighed, annoyed. "So, Senator Amidala and General Skywalker accompanied the escort?" he questioned. Alice nodded in assurance.
"Yes, sir," she stated. The Chairman slowly leaned his head into his hand, supported by his arm. Alice did her best not to look confused and suspicious. What is he thinking? she wondered.
"How can we get around getting rid of this Ratanka kid without getting rid of Skywalker and the Senator?" he asked, mostly to himself. Alice now showed her confusion. All these Skywalkers were hard to distinguish. They breed like rabbits, she thought bitterly, despite her lost understanding.
"Wait...Ken or Anakin?" she asked. The Chairman shot his head up at her.
"THE GENERAL, IDIOT!" he shrieked, sounding like a four-year-old girl. Suddenly, he looked surprised. Like he just had a 'eureka' moment. "Hold on...they're all Skywalkers," he stated slowly. Alice eyeballed the room.
"Yea?" she asked.
"They're...all...Skywalkers," the Chairman realized. Alice raised an eyebrow. Seriously, Chairman? You really that dumb?
"Sir, what's your point?" she asked, confused.
"They're all Skywalkers!" he repeated.
"Why do you keep repeating that?" she asked, suspiciously. The Chairman suddenly had this humongous grin smeared across his face.
" 'Cause they are all Skywalkers!" he repeated again. Alice couldn't take it! She reached over the desk, grabbed the Chairman's collar and pulled his face to hers.
"FOR FORCE'S SAKE, CHAIRMAN! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?" she screamed into his face. This time, she got some of her saliva on his face. The Chairman slowly pulled her hand away from his collar.
"Hamsterwheel. Please do not yell like that again," he warned her again. Alice swiftly sat back in her chair.
"Sorry, sir," she appologized. She straightened her uniform out before asking, "What do you mean by that?" The Chairman sighed. Did he really have to explain everything to Alice?
"Ken Skywalker. Ratanka Skywalker. Anakin Skywalker. They're all Skywalkers," he insisted. Alice rolled her eyes.
"Okay, I got that," she muttered.
"They're possibly related to each other," the Chairman added. Alice raised her left eyebrow.
"What are you saying?" she asked, not really wanting an answer. The Chairman smiled evilly.
"They can all die together," he told her. Alice rose her eyebrow even more.
"Now, isn't that a little harsh?" she admitted, trying to prove her point. Sure, she didn't like the Specros, but she didn't want them dead, nor the General. The Chairman leaned in closer to Alice.
"Here's my plan: we'll send in the Seppies to tear the ship apart, making it look like they did it and we had nothing to do with it," he explained his 'plan'. Alice suddenly looked enthusiastic.
"Great plan, sir! Just one thing," she told the Chairman. She gestured to whisper into his ear. The Chairman shifted his head so his right ear was near Alice. She leaned in a little more.
"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR KRIFFING MIND?" she shrieked into his eardrum. The Chairman hollered in surprise and a little pain. The shrieking caught him so off guard that he fell out of his chair! He grunted as he tried to get up.
"I am not! It's a very logical plan," the Chairman insisted, as he struggled to get back into his chair. Alice braved herself on what she was about to do next.
"What's your big idea, then? We're part of the Republic, remember? We can't contact the Separatists!" the Commander yelled . The Chairman froze for a moment. Alice looked scared. Damn! He's gonna fire me! she thought.
"We can't. But I know someone who can," he told her, smiling. Alice raised an eyebrow in confusion. Shouldn't I be fired by now? she asked herself in her head. The Chairman typed in some letters into his holo-phone. Within seconds, a hologram of a young man appeared. He wore Senatorial garments which reflected Scipio's past warriors; it looked like he was wearing armor. He also had a gel-haircut with tattoos over his eyebrows. The Chairman was happy to see him.
"Rush Clovis!" he greeted. Clovis waved excitedly at the Chairman.
"Chairman!" he yelled back.
"I have a proposition for you. Contact the Seppies and tell them to send as many star-ships as possible," the Chairman ordered. Clovis's smile faded.
"Why?" he asked, rather annoyed. The Chairman grabbed the desk and gridded his teeth in anger.
"JUST DO IT!" he hollered at Clovis. The Senator now had anger written across his face.
"You do it!" he yelled back. The Chairman released the desk from his grip. He then pinched the higher bridge of his nose, as if he had a headache.
"Fine. Just connect me to Dooku," he commanded in a softer tone. Clovis just grumbled under his breathe as his image disappeared. Alice chuckled rather loudly. The Chairman stared at her. His face basically stated why are you doing that?
"What were you saying about you knowing someone who can contact the Seppies?" the Commander asked. The Chairman wasn't in the mood; you could tell it in his face.
Facing Alice, the Chairman pointed at the hologram, which was making a fuzzy hologram appear. "He's contacting them for me; I'm just going to negotiate with them. See?" he asked. At that moment, a hologram of an old man sitting in a command chair appeared.
"Greeting, Count Dooku," the Chairman greeted. Count Dooku was an odd-looking specimen. He had a long, broad body, his beard hid most of his face and he gave a smile which was just a set-up. He sat in a control chair gallantly, as if he were some sort of king.
Unknowing to the Chairman, he was a Sith Lord by the name of Darth Tyranus.
Dooku gave the Chairman a comforting grin. "Chairman Marvin. For what do I owe the pleasure to see you?" the Count asked. The Chairman, or Marvin, slammed a fist on his desk. He tried to hide his fear by showing anger, but that didn't help much. Dooku could sense the Chairman's fear.
"I need as many of your starships as possible. Kenneth Skywalker's son is going to be the new Senator to represent Specro," the Chairman explained as best as he could without trying to make the Count upset. Unluckily for the Chairman, he made Dooku upset. The image of the Count's eyebrows pressed together and he showed his teeth.
"You cannot allow that, Chairman! We had an agreement. You'd have Senator Clovis of the Banking Clan to represent both Scipio and Specro. We need Specro's resources to fund for new weapons," he explained. Unknowingly to the Specros, the Scipians were giving the amethyst to the Separatists.
The Chairman gulped a bit."The Specros don't know we're still taking their amethyst. The Republic should not know, either," he explained. Dooku nodded in consideration. "Not only that, the boy might tell the Republic that we stole some amethyst years ago," the Chairman added.
Dooku leaned his head on his arm, which stroked his beard. Then, he smiled. "So, we'll silence the boy once and for all. I'll send ships to attack the Republic cruiser with the boy on board. With his son dead, the Governor will grieve and give up his power. The other leaders of the Specro Party will be begging to have you control them, " he revealed his plan. He chuckled a bit, as well.
But what about Skywalker and Senator Amidala, the Chairman thought. He decided not to bring them into the conversation.
"So we'll have the goods for sure?" the Chairman asked. Dooku smiled, but it wasn't a happy one: it was an evil sinister smile.
"Exactly." The Chairman stayed quiet for a few more seconds. His eyes left Dooku's image while he thought. Sure, Dooku can supply the things we need, and he sounds assuring, but how is he so positive? The Chairman thought over. He looked back at Dooku.
"But, are you sure this will work?" he asked. Dooku leaned back into his chair with confidence on his face.
"I know Kenneth as a politician. Everything he does revolves around his children," Dooku assured the Chairman again. The Chairman sighed in half-relief.
"So, this is a guaranteed win-win, right?" he asked Dooku, just to be sure. The Count smiled.
"Yes. Your re-enforcements will arrive within the next few hours," Dooku promised. No later did he say that did his image disappear.
To be continued...