AN: As the timeline for this part of the story is now coincident with Ahsoka and the Rebellion, I should mention that it runs alongside chapters 8-13 of that tale. There is a chance for the reader to compare events from them both as we will see them in a different light. In this installment, (one of the largest chapters I've written thus far) we may also see some beginnings of a divergence from the main SW canon, which will become more apparent as we go forward.
Chapter 34: Does She Ever Sleep?
Felucia, the Assembly Hall, Shaak's office, 1 BBY, 8 months, 4 days, 10 hours
Shaak had detected a change in Maris's mood after her return a few days earlier. The Zabrak seemed a bit moodier than usual and she wanted to see how she was feeling. Once she was in her office, Shaak summoned her via the Force and waited. Maris arrived, wearing her usual black leather revealing outfit that she trained in. As she entered, she perked up as her eyes met Shaak's. The Togruta master gave her a warm look as her eyes turned a pleasing dark blue.
"Have a seat, my child. How was your visit to the Wheel?"
"It was … nice. I caught up with some friends I hadn't seen for a long time."
"I see … but there is more you want to tell me, correct?"
"Master … I … I'm not doing so well right now."
She sighed and gave Shaak a plaintive look. Shaak reached out to her and took her hand, then felt Maris's energy level. It seemed somewhat low.
"Maris, I want to help. Tell me what I can do."
"Well, Master Shaak, I am wondering now where I fit in, with Ahsoka joining us. She seems much more able to help you lead us."
"Do you really feel that way, dear? If so …" her voice trailed off, as she considered how things had been handled. She then asked, "Maris, how do you feel about Ahsoka in general?"
"I really have nothing against her. She's been kind and I think she knows how you and I have been together all these years."
Shaak waited for her to continue.
"But how does she feel about joining us this way? I mean, you told me she would be replacing Varda, but is she really?"
Shaak nodded. "Of course, no person can really replace another. Each of us are different. But Ahsoka is a leader – just like you are – and the two of you can work well together. I feel it and the Force tells me this is the right move."
Maris was silent for a few seconds. She then asked, "do you want me to keep reaching out to her? I can do that."
"I do, but there is something you should know about Ahsoka. She's had a very hard road since leaving the Jedi. We've talked about that together and it always seemed that everyone she got close to ended up abandoning her. The hardest was seeing that Anakin – her onetime master and they were very close – had turned into Vader and was trying to kill her."
"So … she needs us, I guess …"
"She does. We can be the family that she's not had since leaving the Jedi all those years ago. You and she are going to become great friends. Just give it time, my child. And don't worry about my feelings for you. They haven't changed. I love you – very much. You and I have been together for a long time and nothing can ever change that."
Maris brightened up a bit hearing these words of encouragement. She opened up further to Shaak.
"Master, I also met with Maul. He seems lost, and somewhat desperate. I felt bad for him. But it didn't seem like there was much I could do."
"Maris, he has his own path. It will play out and we cannot do much about it now. Yes, I understand you feel some empathy for him and that's why you are the person you are. And why I care so much about you."
"But, Master, I think he cares about me too, at least a little. He told me that he could see I was feeling sad, and that the wrong team was winning."
Shaak smiled. "He said that?"
"Yes, and he could read my mind."
"He is still a very powerful Force adept person, and rather shrewd, from what I can tell," Shaak admitted. "But you have also become powerful, dear. And he has gravitated to you and is playing on your common identity as Zabraks."
"Master, he's quite interested in Master Kenobi. Why would he care?"
"Oh, you may be unaware of their history. It goes back over thirty years. Obi-Wan was the one that sliced him in half back then. We all thought Maul was gone, but it seems we were wrong, and ever since, he's wanted revenge. Ahsoka doesn't much care for him, either, and they have a similar long history. I would be careful bringing up his name around her."
Maris sighed. "I didn't know that at all. He told me one thing, though. He says they worked together a few months ago and they killed three of the Inquisitors. It seems she and I have that in common."
Shaak chuckled. "Yes. But I wouldn't take too much pride in it, dear."
"Yes, Master. I know." Maris laughed softly. "So I guess there are some things that we can talk about together. I want to be her friend. I know she's a good person, in many ways, one of the best."
"That's right, my child. And both of you matter greatly to me. So, take it slow, make her feel comfortable and it will work out well."
Maris simply nodded, then Shaak asked, "Are we good, now?"
"We are, Master. We are."
Lianna, Valles's office, 1 BBY, 7 months, 20 days, 18 hours
Valles was wrapping up another day as head of Santhé Corp and had one last appointment. Duchess Berit soon arrived, dressed for the evening in a long black gown with a matching fur piece over her shoulders, both of which set off her natural light hair color and soft blue-gray eyes. Seeing that Lasivia Borges had left for the day, Berit took the liberty of walking into Valles's office after tapping in a numeric code on her com device, which opened the portal. Walking in, she saw Valles standing in front of a full-length mirror (which was deployable as desired) near her desk and posing somewhat seductively, as her attire revealed a plunging neckline that allowed a peek into her bosom. The Chairlady was covered head to toe in soft layers of bright Kelly green, with her long dark hair weaved and wrapped into four tails, also bound with green fasteners. The duchess smiled at the sight of her and remarked …
"Bravo, my Lady … are we trying to impress anyone tonight?"
Berit was well aware of Valles's affair with Prince Vaston of Hapes, and felt honored that her superior would readily admit to such information.
"Only myself," Valles yawned. "It's been a long and trying day. I want to perk up."
Turning to the duchess, she smiled in her mock laughing manner, shrugging her shoulders and nodding forward just a bit.
This was one of the Lady's typical gestures when around people who felt they knew her well, and it was usually quite captivating. Valles was an expert at pretending to be sincere, and few really knew if she was or was not at any given moment. Yet, because she was so charming, everyone wanted to believe in her. Berit was no exception. She'd known Valles for over ten years and once saw her as a rival – until Valles made it clear that she had no rivals whatsoever (and wouldn't tolerate one either) and the best strategy was to play along with the Lady's various quirks and fetishes. Being in her presence was usually always entertaining and one never knew just what she might want to do at any given moment.
For her part, Valles knew that keeping people off balance was a good way to determine various things about them, such as "social IQ" and agility, qualities she prized. Her decision to elevate Duchess Berit was due to her having just such agility and a good store of self-confidence. Berit was well-educated and had a clever mind, and was determined to become Valles's most trusted subordinate. She knew there were others who also sought this prize and Duchess Ana was as cunning as any of them. Berit did not dislike Ana at all. She saw the woman as elegant and gentle outwardly, but much like Valles inwardly in that she played for keeps and was quick to spot weakness in an opponent. Beating out Ana had become Berit's principal motivation. Valles of course knew all of this and saw both women as valuable subordinates due to their intellect and their elegance – they both came from well-established Liannese families – and, because they were women, they would be sharper and more incisive than men in the same capacity. As a woman who had quickly risen through the ranks at Santhé Corp – only partially aided by her last name – Valles respected others who had overcome similar obstacles and barriers.
"Might I help you with that, milady?" Berit half giggled.
Valles flashed her brown eyes and laughed. "You already have, dear Berit. Shall we head for the Tower Club?"
"Lead the way, darling …"
Both of them laughed at that. Berit smirked as the lift attendant held the door for her while she and Valles stepped into the car. It's going splendidly, she told herself.
The duchesses took an elegant table well away from the bandstand, where a small combo was softly blowing a series of relaxed jazz-like numbers. The musicians were playing wind instruments of both wood and metal, and took turns soloing. As they were seated, Valles raised an index finger, then nodded to the host.
"Right away, my Lady."
Soon a small hookah pipe that had two hoses was brought to the table, along with two long-stemmed glasses of violet-shaded bubbly wine. Valles opened a small container that she pulled out of her handbag, then took a couple of pinches of a substance that was dark brown in color, then placed them into the bowl of the pipe.
"Would you care to do the honors, my dear?" She glanced at Berit, as a corner of her mouth bent into a crafty smile.
"But of course," Berit replied, taking a sparking device from her purse and clicking it over the bowl, which set the contents aflame. Picking up the mouthpiece attached to her hose, she inhaled the smoke through the clear Liannese spring water in the pipe barrel. Quickly, she felt a rush of intensity that tingled her tongue and quickly rose into her brain. As she put down the mouthpiece, Berit shook her head tightly for a split-second while Valles carefully observed her. Soon recovering, the duchess smiled at her hostess.
"That was exhilarating … milady. Simply magnificent. A new blend, perhaps?"
"Yes," Valles muttered in response while she took her mouthpiece and sucked down a large portion of the smoke. "From Kessel."
"Well, I like it. It must be expensive."
"You could say that …" Valles grinned. "That bit alone is about ten thousand credits. I wanted you to be the first to try it."
Those who knew Valles well realized she had a penchant for partaking of mind-altering substances. It was hardly surprising that someone who was as singularly focused as she was would need some moments for relaxation and reflection. Being able to share those moments with her was a high honor. Valles picked up her wine stem and raised it for a toast.
"To us, dear Berit. And our greater success."
"To us."
Berit took a generous sip of the sweet yet smooth beverage that had been slightly chilled, while Valles did the same. A couple more drags on the pipe and both ladies were ready for some serious talk.
"Berit, I suppose you are wondering just what I wanted to discuss with you tonight. Well, I shan't keep you. This regards our Togruta friend."
"Oh?" The blonde duchess asked lazily, lifting her chin up slightly.
"I think it's time we bring her in a little closer. By that, I mean the Project."
"Really. How much do we want her to know?"
Valles took another sip.
"The basics. We're building it … and this is what it will do."
"Why do you think she should know?"
"Because, Berit, she is our ally. We will need her to be in a position to take action."
"Ah," Berit smiled. "I remember you telling me how important she is to our plans. Is she the leader of the rebellion?"
"I believe so. And I don't need to know who else is, but I've been asked to go to Hapes and sit with Vestalia again. There will be an honored guest this time."
"Oh, do tell," Berit giggled sweetly, flashing her eyes, while her hair caught the candlelight from the table just so.
Valles threw her head back and laughed. "Wouldn't you like to know …"
"Oh yes, my Lady. Very much."
"Breha of Alderaan."
Berit half gasped as her jaw dropped. Valles, carefully watching her, smiled inwardly. Perfect.
"You know," Berit said, in a mock conspiratorial way. "They say that Alderaan is behind the rebellion."
"Indeed they do …" Valles said slowly, then laughed again. "Imagine that … well, I am looking forward to seeing her."
"Well, whose idea was it to have her along?"
"I would imagine Vestalia. I mean, it wasn't I." Valles put away the spice container and signaled for a waiter.
"So …" Berit said softly, "is this why we bring Shaak Ti into things?"
"Berit, love, you don't miss much. Precisely, it is why. I've met Breha socially. She is a dear, sweet one. So kind-hearted. I hope to be every bit the queen she is when my time comes."
Berit took a sip and nodded, as the waiter arrived. "I feel confident you will be, Valles. You have the common touch. Little children love you."
Valles, smiling, turned to the waiter. "Some coupes de longe de porc for me. Berit, my love?"
The duchess nodded. "Oh, a bit of that filet de poisson salé if you please."
"More wine, ladies?"
Valles giggled. "Yes. Keep it coming."
Lianna, Duchess Berit's palace, 1 BBY, 7 months, 17 days
Shaak had received word via a coded message while she was in the underground holocron vault on Felucia. Berit of Lianna had invited her to drop by her elegant palace in the northern part of the planet. She replied that she would be there later that day, and went to check on her ship, Intrepid V. The vessel had been overhauled yet again and was now so in tune with her that it was now an extension of Shaak's Force ability, so she had rechristened it. She ran some tests of ship functions and then took it for a quick orbital trip around the planet. After setting it down, Shaak returned to her vault and meditated for about one hour.
What could that lady want? I have to assume she's relaying something from Valles Santhé, but why wouldn't Valles do that herself? Shaak decided she wasn't going to learn much by speculating about it, so she returned to her ship and lifted off. Quickly making the jump, she was in Liannese orbit within fifteen minutes. Giving the landing codes that Valles had provided her, she was allowed to continue and then keyed in on the coordinates that Berit had provided in her communique. Soon, she was on the ground, a landing platform at the elegant country estate. It being winter, there was snow on the ground and the nearby lake was iced over. Shaak found a heavy navy-blue velvet robe and wrapped it around her, then dropped the gangplank and debarked from the ship.
As she proceeded toward the building, Berit herself came out to meet her, wearing a heavy fur over her dark dress.
"Good afternoon, Master. I'm glad you could make time to drop by."
Shaak smiled and the two women hugged quickly. Berit then led her guest inside.
"It gets cold here on Lianna sometimes," Shaak noted. "This is the first time I've come in winter."
"Oh yes," Berit laughed. "This is the heart of winter sports season. I'm an accomplished skater, and my children love to ski. There are slopes not far from here. You likely noticed we are in a more mountainous region."
They strolled through the building and Berit led her to the lift. Arriving at the top floor, they went into a small sitting room that had many bookshelves. It also had a good view of the lake below and the mountains in the distance.
As they sat, Berit asked, "Shaak, would you care for some tea? I'm afraid it may not be your preferred blend, however."
"I'll try it," Shaak chuckled. "Thank you."
Berit tapped her com and soon a pitcher and two small cups were brought by a servant.
Shaak sampled the brew and found it agreeable. She then sat back into the comfortable chair and opened her robe to reveal her blue silk gown.
"Is that better, dear?" Berit asked.
"Much," Shaak smiled. "Now, what did you need to tell me?"
"Shaak, Valles wanted to convey something to you, and she asked me to do so. You see, I've been assigned to work with you when she may not always be available. I want you to have confidence in me."
Shaak thought this over. Hmm, it seems that Lady Santhé has entrusted a subordinate with our business. One, at least.
"Sure. I want to trust Valles, but I'm not altogether understanding how her relationship with the Empire works. Perhaps you might explain?"
Berit then smiled in a coy manner. "Shaak, it is rather complex. Let's just say … the interests of Lianna always come first for her. And being in such an important position with Imperial governance is very important to us. That said, we feel – Valles and I, that is – that you can be a trusted partner for us."
"A partner in what, exactly?" Shaak started carefully scanning the duchess and could not find any clear Force sensitivity, so she relaxed a little.
"Business, of course. But there is something additional she wanted me to pass on to you. This is a highly sensitive matter, one that involves Imperial planning."
Shaak's mind was triggered on that, but she gave no outward sign.
"Go on."
"There is a certain project, one over twenty years in the making, that involves a highly fortified space station, one nearly 160 km in diameter."
"That is rather large," Shaak noted. "I suppose it has hyperdrive capability."
"It does. And it will also have great destructive power. Perhaps enough to take out an entire planet."
"And they have spent twenty years building it … why are you telling me about this?"
"Valles thought you should know."
"Any particular reason? I mean … put yourself in my position. It's hard to stop my mind from going in various directions, here."
"I understand. Believe me," Berit looked at her guest sympathetically.
Shaak sat back in her chair again and sipped the tea, while thinking. I guess this comes down to how much Valles has been able to learn about what I'm doing and why I'm doing it. So I have little choice in the matter. Berit seemed amiable enough and had a pleasant exterior, but the woman didn't reach the position she had in Liannese affairs without being ambitious and cunning.
"Duchess Berit, I like Valles, I really do. It's hard not to, but can you tell me what her real desire is? She's clearly the de facto queen of your planet but has yet to be officially crowned. Yet, from my meetings with her, I can tell that is hardly enough for her."
Berit laughed, a touch nervously, not sure just how much she should disclose at this point.
"Master Ti, she doesn't share that with me. But you are correct. We on Lianna greatly admire her and the throne is clearly hers for the taking."
Shaak nodded, somewhat sharply, and broke into a wide smile.
"I'll tell you what. If she needs any assistance from me, I am happy to give it."
Berit responded in kind. "I'll be sure to do that. Valles will appreciate your desire to support her."
Shaak smiled. "Might I ask one thing, though? Does she have any schematic or plan for this station and what is her role with it?"
Berit gave her a tight grin. "I'm not at liberty to divulge too much here, but she is involved with the construction. Santhé Corp has several contracts regarding it. But we are under strict lock-down secrecy on this project … which, should give you some idea of how much Valles trusts you."
"Fair enough," Shaak chuckled. "I can tell you this secret is safe with me."
The two ladies finished their tea and Berit offered to show Shaak around her palace as the Togruta was admiring the place and especially the views outdoors.
"Do you live here most of the time? It's really quite lovely and reflects good taste."
"Thank you, Shaak. Yes, I'm here much of the time. But I have a home in the City and also an apartment in the Tower for when I need to stay out late with Valles. We spend lots of time together."
"Nice," Shaak smiled. "When does she ever sleep?"
"Hard to say," Berit laughed. "It's like she has another gear and just doesn't get tired. You can tell I admire her greatly."
"Yes, indeed I can. And thus far, I rather like her myself, as I said earlier. It's not an easy matter, tending to all of the things she does – while keeping a calm and pleasant demeanor. She really knows how to turn on the charm. More or less the complete package."
But all the same … there has to be far more to her than she wants people to see. Someone like this probably has many secrets. I remember what the Muun banker told me a while back – she acted as if she owned the place. And no one was willing to let her think otherwise. Just how much power does Valles really have – away from Lianna? Well, I won't learn much here. Berit is nothing if not loyal to the queen, like any good duchess should be.
"Shaak?" Berit then asked, as she could see the Togruta master was contemplating something.
"Yes?" She was momentarily startled and quickly snapped out of it.
"Would you like to spend the night here? I have wonderful guest facilities and I think we could surely find something that would meet with your tastes in terms of dinner."
Shaak laughed. "I appreciate that, I really do. But I must get back to my home. Such luxurious surroundings might become all too comfortable and then you'll find me as the type of guest that is hard to be rid of."
"Well, we shan't have that," Berit laughed in return. She was finding herself liking Shaak as they got to know each other. Whatever I thought I knew about Togruta has been utterly wrong. She is not only civilized and elegant, she is wise and witty at the same time.
The two continued to talk for another half hour or so, then Berit walked with her back to the Intrepid. As she took her seat on the flight deck, Shaak waved goodbye to her hostess, then the ship lifted off and was soon gone.
Hapes, Hapes Cluster Sector, Eastern Inner Rim, 1 BBY, 7 months, 1 day
The time for the meeting called by Queen Vestalia had arrived, and Valles was ready, as her opulent yacht Bella Donna had dropped out of hyperspace into the Hapes system. This time, she would be staying in a magnificent royal suite of 50 rooms in one of Queen Vestalia's most prized palaces on the system's seat of government. The planet Hapes had millennia of royal tradition behind it, but no current residents could remember a time when Vestalia was not their monarch.
She seemed literally larger than life as her weight had ballooned to almost 400 kg and her appetite for the specially made high calorie "Ambrosia" food was as rapacious as ever. Only the queen was permitted to eat such food – it was far too rich for anyone else – and there were thousands of Hapians involved in its production, to ensure that its many varieties were prepared to just her liking. The sector consisted of 120 planets, all of them belonging to the Queen and her family, making her possibly the Galaxy's richest individual. One hundred billion citizens called the Hapes sector home and they were well cared for, with everyone having gainful employment and plenty of time off to enjoy life. Thus Vestalia was held in great esteem by everyone, despite her royal staff of perhaps 20 million people having a catalog on all of them. She explained that she did this so that whenever she visited her various planets, she could easily look up info on anyone she met. If this level of micro-management bothered anyone, few had the courage to say anything about it.
Soon, Valles's yacht docked with a Hapian royal shuttle that was most elegantly appointed. Lady Santhé and her two assistants boarded it and rode in luxury down to the planet's surface, and then into a landing dock somewhere inside the palace. As the host pointed out, this palace was just blocks away from the Hapian government complex, where the legislature sat and various ministries had their offices, in a group of fifty-story towers nearby. The palace itself was twenty levels high, containing perhaps 1 million square metres of space. As they landed, soon Valles and her party (which included five more maids to see to her needs) were boarding elegant speeders that took them inside and then onto lifts that deposited them on the top floor. Valles's suite was nearby and she happily checked in, going to the master bedroom, then throwing herself on the elegant bed and collapsing in a blissful heap. Soon her many pieces of luggage arrived and her personal assistants saw to getting things organized for her as she expected to be in the Hapes Sector for about five days.
After a short nap, Valles rose and examined her many gowns and dresses that had been placed in the huge dressing area for her. She chose a frilly pink dress with much lace detail and a daring plunge that revealed her bosom area, knowing how much the Queen liked to look at her. A few pieces of platinum jewelry worked well with the dress and soon she was ready, expecting Vestalia to be summoning her. It wasn't long in coming. A pair of the Queen's emissaries buzzed her suite and she welcomed them into the suite's ante-room, with Vestalia herself arriving soon after, floating along behind on an ornate and detailed throne.
Valles looked up at her and smiled. "Good evening, your Majesty. I am so happy to see you again."
Vestalia smiled back, then simply levitated Valles up to her lap and pulled her in.
"Now, isn't that so much better?" Her voice literally boomed in volume, coming from her ample lungs.
Valles stretched out contentedly among her various skirts and robes, made of the finest material from the master tailors of the planet's capital.
"How lovely! Better indeed." Valles sighed. "I've missed this."
"And aren't you even lovelier than the last time we were together, my beautiful young queen … my son is still madly in love with you, as I'm sure you know."
Valles chuckled in response. "Of course I do. He paid me a visit recently. It was delightful. I only wish he could have stayed longer. I had Santhia all decked out for his enjoyment."
The Liannese continued to luxuriate in her hostess's company. Vestalia smelled wonderful and her large heart beat gently. She appeared to be even more massive than she was at their last visit – only a few months earlier. Time with Vestalia seemed to pass quickly as it was most enjoyable. She was always happy to learn of Valles's improving proficiency with the Force and was concerned with how often she used Dark Side powers such as electric blasts, fearing that these might dull the lady's beauty and charm, but if there was any lessening of that it surely was undetectable. Valles was at the top of her game, seemingly charming the entire Galaxy and was well on her way to the Imperial throne. Vestalia had great hopes that she and Valles would rule together. But she also was quite fond of Alderaan's Queen Breha and had called this meeting to perhaps get the three of them on the same page regarding the future.
"When does Breha arrive, your majesty?"
"I'm expecting her early tomorrow. I want everything to be perfect for her arrival and she will be given a proper royal welcome, one that shows the respect and admiration our two worlds have for each other. And I hope you can someday invite her to Lianna – perhaps for your own coronation soon?"
"That would be lovely. I intend to invite everyone who's anyone to that … It will be a day long remembered."
"I have little doubt of that," Vestalia purred, placing one of her massive hands on Valles's left shoulder, but with a very light touch that felt more like a caress. Valles knew how much Vestalia adored her, but found nothing wrong with it. She also felt the same way and Vestalia had become more than a friend, she was like the mother Valles never had growing up – a comforting presence that was supportive and enthusiastic.
Soon it was time for a light serving of ambrosia and the queen made a couple of gestures. A tray floated into the room, with a small container of the delightful spread and a few light wafers. Vestalia, using the Force, prepared each of them with a generous covering of the orange-tinted substance and Valles took one, popping it into her mouth and savoring the elegant taste which was a mix of sweet and sour that stimulated different parts of her tongue.
"Oh, it's so … incredible," the Liannese noted. "Simply divine."
"And it's nutritionally complete as well," Vestalia pointed out.
Left unstated was the amount of power that ambrosia gave Vestalia in the Force and this was why no one else was ever permitted to partake more than just an occasional taste at special times in the year. Very honored guests could sample it in the Queen's presence and it was considered quite a highlight in one's life. Valles could simply feel a rush of power coursing through her and she happily consumed more of the substance. What she didn't yet know was exactly how Vestalia was able to develop the ambrosia and whether anyone else had ever been enabled by it. She also wondered whether Vestalia might actually be the most powerful person in the Galaxy but was content to rule over only her own sector and make it as perfect as it could be. The queen not only owned everything in the sector, but essentially, she owned everyone as well and felt their collective energy in a sort of symbiosis. This also explained her popularity among her billions of subjects. She cared greatly about them because they were basically an extension of herself. Each day was an opportunity to revel in their love and return it over and over. As Valles came to understand the nature of Vestalia's existence, she marveled at it and felt that with Vestalia's support, nothing would stand in her way.
"So …" the queen began. "Have you anything to report on the status of the Project?"
"Only that it continues, your majesty. Except that now I have the means to destroy it at any time after it is deployed."
"Ah," Vestalia purred again. "Please expand on that for me."
"It seems the project's original designer built a flaw into it. The main reactor has a series of exhaust ports that are wide enough for anyone to launch an explosive projectile through them. I could likely do it from my yacht should I so desire."
"And are you confident that our friend Palpatine is unaware of this detail?"
"Almost totally confident, my dear Queen."
Vestalia sighed contentedly, having polished off the last of this serving of ambrosia. She normally had ten or more of these each day and ate little else. It was hard for Valles to tell whether Vestalia was satisfied with her guest's confident assessment, but one thing she'd come to understand – Valles was usually always right. The Queen thought it over and caressed Valles some more as she stretched contentedly in her ample lap. Her guest was feeling a little tired and Vestalia didn't want her to fall asleep so she signaled for another, smaller throne, which soon arrived. She levitated Valles onto it and spoke softly.
"My dear, I can tell you need some rest. I'll let you get some sleep and Breha will be here in the morning. I've planned a lovely breakfast for the three of us."
With that, Valles rode back into the master bedroom, where she was assisted into her nightgown and helped into bed. She soon dozed off, still feeling the buzz from the ambrosia.
The next morning, the Liannese grand duchess awoke and peered out the window. She dressed quickly, opting for a pale blue gown and a couple of elegant robes to wear over it. Valles wanted to make the right impression when Queen Breha arrived later that day. As she dressed, she thought about her visit overall. Vestalia is more affectionate than ever, which is actually kind of nice. How long has it been since anyone showed me that kind of love? Her son mostly just wants to possess me, which is understandable. I'm not easy like most of the women he has access to. And I wonder how long has it been for Vestalia as well. As far as I know, Vaston is her only child, unless … she had others before who are now much older. Come to think of it, I really don't know as much about her as I would like.
She didn't have long to contemplate these questions, and, with Breha soon to arrive, there might not be other opportunities. Plus, it was always difficult to know how much Vestalia felt like sharing with her. The woman had absolute power within her own domain and was likely never even questioned, let alone defied. I still wonder how much power she has against, say, Palpatine. She had mentioned before how there was some sort of mutual understanding between them. Why would he agree to something like that unless he had serious concerns about her? What if she changes her mind for some reason? Hard to know any of this now but the questions remain.
Valles decided to instead have a good time and enjoy meeting Breha and having the "summit" conference between them.
She asked her assistants and maidens to dress formally and accompany her for the Queen of Alderaan's arrival, and they accompanied her to the receiving area in the palace as directed by Vestalia. Within a half hour, Breha's royal yacht had arrived in Hapes Prime's orbit and the shuttle was bringing her down to the planet's surface. Valles had joined Vestalia and was given her own throne to sit on for the arrival that was marked with emblems and details saluting Lianna and the House of Santhé.
When Breha arrived, the honor guard blew a short trumpet fanfare. "Presenting Her Majesty, Breha of Alderaan." The Queen walked slowly toward Vestalia and Valles, wearing an elegant deep blue robe over her blue satin dress. She had a small tiara on her head, with her dark hair styled in a gentle cascade down her back. Valles took a look at her and sighed. How perfect she looks for this occasion. Not too little, not too much. That's someone who is comfortable with where she is in life. Valles dismounted from her throne and approached.
"Good morning, your majesty. It is good to see you again."
Breha smiled, then offered her right hand to Valles, who kissed it, then offered hers, which Breha happily kissed.
"Valles, how lovely you look, as always. I'm very glad to see you today here on the wonderful world of Vestalia and her people."
Vestalia then spoke.
"Welcome, Queen Breha. It does my heart good to see you and Valles together. Two more beautiful monarchs the Galaxy has seldom ever seen."
"You are too kind, your majesty," Breha remarked softly. "I am in awe of the splendor of your amazing world. And …" she noted, turning to face Valles, "I am most looking forward to your coronation on lovely Lianna as well, dear Valles."
Valles blushed, something she was not accustomed to doing very often, but this was a truly special occasion. Two sitting queens had just welcomed her into their ranks, while paying tribute to all she had accomplished as well. It promised to be a fine morning.
A throne was then brought for Breha to occupy, and it was adorned with symbols of Alderaan and the House of Organa. Once she had settled in, Vestalia led them off to a private breakfast, which included diluted ambrosia spread for both of her guests. As the three of them ate together, they shared some light banter, talking about Alderaan and Breha's family, especially her precocious daughter Leia.
"You say she's 17 now, yes?" Valles asked.
"That's right. Already attending the Senate in place of her father. Leia has become a voice for the voiceless, we like to think."
"Hmm, I was on a similar path but more in commercial occupations. My grandfather gave me the TIE advanced prototype division as my first charge and a title as a VP of Operations."
Breha nodded. "He must have been so proud of you. I had heard that he passed away a number of years back. Valles, I wish I had known you then – I would have passed on my condolences."
Valles grew a touch misty and sentimental at that, as she could feel it was genuine. "I appreciate that, Your Majesty, even now. Hardly a day goes by when I don't think of him and ask myself if I am living up to what he would have wanted of me."
Vestalia had been following the discussion patiently, and saw her opportunity to steer things.
"Well, ladies, I suppose you are wanting to know my reasons for calling this meeting between us. We are three of the most important female leaders in the entire galaxy and I think it's good for us to be in regular contact. We should support each other and realize our position in Galactic affairs."
"I'm all for it," Valles responded quickly.
"So am I," Breha answered, a bit softer. She then followed up. "Vestalia, my friend, do you ever leave Hapes?"
"Only rarely. My people would miss me greatly – but I can make plans for a few days here and there. I will of course be attending Valles's coronation."
Breha smiled and nodded. "I will as well, but when is it planned, darling?" She grinned and glanced at the Liannese.
Valles chuckled. "Well, I don't have any timetable, but I greatly look forward to seeing you both there. Lianna will turn out its finest for you both."
Breha then turned to Vestalia. "If you are ready, we on Alderaan would greatly love a visit from you. The relationship between our worlds is long-standing and it would be a great opportunity to reaffirm it in these otherwise troubled times."
"I would be happy to come, as well," Valles added. "But, Breha, darling, I'd been wanting to sound you out on something, especially with Vestalia here, and all."
"Certainly, Valles, I'm at your service."
"How do you see the Emperor and do you see yourself as part of any dissent or rebellion?"
The question hung in the air for a few seconds, and Valles immediately knew she had put Breha on the spot – and actually felt a touch guilty over it – but she needed to get a frank answer.
For her part, Breha was more than a bit conflicted. She had grown to like, even admire, Valles, but she also knew that the Liannese was openly allied with the Empire. However, like many such public alliances in the Galaxy, this one went far deeper than the surface. Breha was shrewd enough to know Valles harbored great ambition, and also that Vestalia was very much in her corner – despite the latter's own ambiguous relationship with the Empire. She decided to be ambiguous about it as well.
"Well, Valles … I certainly cannot say that I approve of much of what he's done. However, I know that in many parts of the Galaxy, he remains popular. There is more of a sense of order now since the hellish days of the Clone Wars, and where there is order, there can be prosperity. Our three worlds are living proof of that. So, open opposition to his rule is not wise and I have a responsibility to my people. I hope this is adequate."
Valles chuckled inwardly. Breha, my dear, I know what you are trying to say, and believe me, I respect it greatly. But what might you say if I were to tell you that perhaps there is another way? More on that later.
Vestalia quietly understood the dynamic at work here, and knew that Valles and Breha were much closer to each other's views than neither of them might have understood at the time. She decided to weigh in.
"Ladies, Palpatine and I have a mutual understanding. Our sector is to be left as it is, with no outside interference. In return, I provide full support publicly to the Imperial system and if asked, proclaim him as my Galactic sovereign. The arrangement has worked well for us. We are greatly interested in Galactic prosperity and do not wish to see any open revolt."
The Hapian queen then finished her ambrosia and added, in a quieter tone: "However, I do feel that there may well be others that might do a better job of leading the Galaxy, and should one of these emerge, I would offer quiet support for the throne to be passed to that person."
Valles then winked at Breha, who slowly nodded in return. She then extended her left hand to Breha, who took it gently, but then felt a small surge of energy from the Liannese. This gesture felt a bit strange at first but then she realized more about Valles and her true desires. The two exchanged crafty smiles as Vestalia looked on, also breaking into a distinct grin.
"I believe this meeting has already borne fruit," Vestalia proclaimed, somewhat loudly, as her massive lungs were more than capable of. "I propose a Triple Alliance. Hapes. Alderaan, and Lianna. Long may we prosper together!"
The rest of the meeting was in great accord, and then Vestalia summoned a three-seated throne for her two guests to accompany her on a tour of this grand palace, then later, showed them around the capital city. The rest of their visit was carried on with great enjoyment and Valles and Breha had become fast friends. When the five days were over and they had visited other worlds in the sector, the Alderaanian and Liannese leaders had one last meeting between them.
"Just know, Breha darling, I will be ready to do whatever you need regarding the Empire and Alderaan. But please, make sure your husband and daughter keep a lower profile. It would be a tragedy were anything to happen to them."
"Yes, my dear friend Valles, I understand your concern and will do my best to heed your wise counsel."
They kissed and hugged one last time, then made plans to return to their home worlds, fully content with the progress they had made.
Felucia, Maris's home, 1 BBY 6 months, 25 days, 8 hours
After talking with Ahsoka about the further training of her two apprentices (Frehya Lumoxa and Hedala Fardi), Maris then invited Ahsoka to her home for a more personal discussion.
(Note: this coincides with the scene in Ahsoka and the Rebellion chapter 10, during the same timeline)
When she entered Maris's humble abode, Ahsoka got a warm feeling from everything the Zabrak Knight of the Order had done with it. Maris offered her something to drink – it was actually some of Shaak's cold tea – and then heated up some stew of a native Felucian game hen that she had left over. It had been some time since Varda left for Yemer and Maris had to find ways of filling her days over the four months that had elapsed.
For Ahsoka's part, she had been splitting her time between Felucia and her other home on Almania. It had been about five months since her climactic battle with Vader on Malachor and she had disappeared, afraid that her onetime master Anakin might send Imperial spies (like the Inquisitors – little did she know that she and Maul had killed off the remaining members of that group) to search for her. She had gone into hiding on the nearby world of Almania and ended up meeting a man she had started to become romantically attached to – Commodore Tri'ku Je'har of the Almanian defense forces. But Shaak and Ahsoka had met a couple of times prior to the Malachor showdown and it was clear in Master Ti's mind that she wanted Ahsoka to join her new Order. When Varda Wahi left a few months earlier, that was the time to make the move and bring Ahsoka on board – only it proved difficult to find her. It wasn't until Ahsoka made a journey to Alderaan and met up with rebel leader Bail Organa, that she was on Shaak's radar again. Organa had sent a message to Felucia and that was all Shaak needed to reach out and reel in her fellow ex-Jedi Togruta.
The rapid acceptance by Shaak of Ahsoka and her two apprentices – a pair of humans, one from Almania and the other from the smuggler's world of Thabeska – made her decision easy. She had bonded with Frehya since her first days on Almania and had known Hedala since she was a child on Thabeska and had looked after her by keeping the Inquisitor Sixth Brother away from her. Later she brought her to Alderaan and asked the Organas to look after her. So now it was a matter of getting to know Shaak's longtime right hand Maris Brood and winning her trust. Maris seemed like a good sort, a little rough around the edges but there was surely much more to her than what met the eye.
From her perspective, Maris knew that Ahsoka had superior talent to her as a warrior. Her acrobatic moves and swordplay were simply breathtaking and her heart was beyond reproach. The younger Togruta had been very open and wanted to be friends. So what was the issue – if there really was one? Maris decided she would reach out and keep reaching out until there was a level of trust between them.
Ahsoka took a seat at the table in Maris's kitchen area and waited for her hostess to serve her. When the stew came, she sampled it and found it quite good for left-overs as it had a nice balance of spices.
"This is great, Maris! Did you create this on your own?"
"Mostly, but it's the Master's spice blend. Have you had anything of hers before?"
"I'm afraid not, but I'm looking forward to trying it. Even though I was born on Shili, I've rarely tried Togruta cuisine."
"It's rather good, if you like meat dishes. Shaak loves them and she's also an expert on all the edible plants that grow here, including the herbs and spices. She's taught me so many things. Her mother runs a restaurant on Shili, in Corvala."
As Ahsoka ate more, she found it tastier and soon finished her portion.
"Oh, I'd love to try it. Someday I will return to my ancestral home. How about you … which planet were you born on, Maris?"
"Iridonia," the Zabrak replied. "I've not been there much either, but I have spent time on Dathomir."
"Ah, OK. I've never been there but I want to know more about your people. I'm afraid that knowledge has mostly been confined to Maul."
"You know him?" Maris asked, now growing curious.
"I do on at least one level. He's not someone I trust and we've had a few scrapes together, going back to the end of the War, on Mandalore."
Maris nodded slowly, now starting to understand.
"Did he do anything to you?"
"He tried, but I was stronger than he bargained for …" Ahsoka then realized Maris's view of him could be somewhat different.
Maris then chuckled. "Oh, he respects you, Ahsoka. I know him fairly well. We're even friends, to a degree, but I never entirely trusted him."
"That's probably good."
Maris nodded, then scoffed slightly. "Ahsoka, he is a difficult subject for me. One of the few people – aside from Master Shaak – that I ever felt that cared about me. At least that has been my impression. We've done some things together and he really wanted me to be his friend – and not because we are both Zabrak."
Ahsoka returned the nod, noting to herself internally. It's interesting that they are friends. Maris is a complicated woman.
"Maris, how does Master Shaak feel about him?"
"She doesn't trust him and would most likely prefer I leave him alone … but she doesn't tell me to do that. It's usually not her way to issue orders to me."
"That sounds like she really trusts you. How long have you known her?"
"Over 17 years, since the day we met when the Jedi were being killed on Coruscant. She's become like a mother to me."
"I think she sees me as her other daughter then. So we are sisters, I guess."
Maris snorted. "Hmm, well, that might not be so bad. You're a good person, Ahsoka. Only someone evil would think otherwise."
"Well, I'm glad you think so." Ahsoka laughed. "I want us to get along."
"We will. But I think you will have to move here at some point. Having you staying on Almania makes it harder to get to know you."
"I understand. But I've grown close to someone from that world … besides Frehya, my apprentice. He and I are finding each other attractive."
Maris laughed. "I guess I know how that works. I've got a sort of girlfriend on The Wheel. At first, I didn't pay much attention to her but now she's someone to talk to that cares about me. I need that."
"I agree. Everybody does. For a while, it was Anakin for me, but that was long ago. Then, it was Barriss, but she's gone too. So I'm learning again about love and trust."
Maris smiled and stood up, signaling their meal and talk was about over. "I wish you the best, Ahsoka. Take care of yourself and we'll become friends."
Ahsoka stood as well. "Yes, thank you, Maris. Best of luck with your friend too. I'll see you again soon, I'm leaving for Almania now."
Lianna, Valles's Santhia palace, 1 BBY, 6 months, 6 days
(Note: this scene takes place just after the events of chapters 12 and 13 in Ahsoka and the Rebellion)
Valles was working at home from her lovely suburban palace Santhia, and had invited Duchess Ana to come stay with her for a couple of days. One morning they were in light robes, sharing breakfast in Valles's private suite on the fifth floor, on one of the outside terraces. It was springtime in Lianna City and its surrounding area and flowers were budding on many of the trees in the rear garden and the meadows beyond. Ana put down her sticks (Liannese tended to use something akin to chopsticks, only theirs were metal and had sharp points for stabbing bites from communal dishes) and walked over to the edge of the balcony, looked out and took a deep breath.
"What a lovely garden you have, Valles. I could look out over it for hours."
"Thank you, dear Ana. It's been carefully planned by my landscapers. I just told them what I wanted in a general sense and they took it from there."
"Could you perhaps give me a walking tour?" Ana coyly asked.
"Yes, why not? I haven't done that in a long time myself." Valles paused. "You know … with all the busy-ness of life, we all too often miss the simple things. Those that we marveled at as children."
"So right, my lady ... so right."
Valles laughed softly, then her expression turned serious.
"So, my friend, how goes it with Wilhuff? Are you drawing him out … at least to a degree?"
It was Ana's turn to laugh. She gave a half-smile and gazed into Valles's eyes, then returned to the table and her chair next to the Chairlady.
"All too easy, milady. He's an open book."
Valles reached over to lightly touch the back of Ana's hand, while surging just a slight bit of energy into her. The gesture was returned with one in kind and the ladies exchanged knowing glances.
"Well," Valles chuckled. "Did he show you around … after you rode together on your yacht?"
"Oh yes. He insisted on having me visit that drab planet he calls home. Eriadu." She said the name as if it left a bad taste in her mouth, but quickly returned to form. "Ah you mean the Project, of course. Oh, they're very proud of it. But Valles, something recently happened while I was visiting Scarif and the site … about two weeks ago."
Valles took a bite of some pastry, then sipped her caf.
"Go on."
"Well, while we were touring the outside of the station in a small craft – my yacht was nearby but not docked with it – I clearly detected the presence of several Force-sensitive individuals. I reached out, and there was a cloaked ship that passed through the vicinity. As near as I could tell, whomever was navigating it had a clear vantage point of everything, but they weren't around long."
Valles of course was well aware of Ana's ability in this realm, which is why she assigned this duty to her. The duchess was a descendant of the House of Capra, and her father and grandfather had known Kerred Santhé well.
"Were you ever able to actually see the ship?"
"I was not, unfortunately. Wilhuff was alerted to its presence, but not until after it had left."
"How many presences were there, in your estimation?"
"At least two very prominent, with a couple of others less so. Would the Lady have any idea whom these might have been?"
Valles chuckled softly to herself. "Perhaps …"
She stared out at the garden for a second, then asked, "Ana, was Vader in the vicinity during your last visit?"
"He was not."
Valles thought some more, then decided to mention something. "I recently received word of the rebels. They made some kind of statement about independence or some typical rubbish and this came out a couple of days after your visit. Then Sheev contacted me and asked whether I had been to Corellia recently."
"Corellia …" Ana looked up, pondering the idea. "Why, of all places …"
Valles had no desire to share her dealings concerning Shaak with Ana. She liked to compartmentalize her relationships with subordinates and keep both Ana and Berit at arm's length and wondering about each other. But it didn't take long for her to put it together. Master Ti, I am happy you are putting my warnings to good use. Of course I will be watching your little revolt. She then drained her cup and poured a little more caf into it, then speared a piece of dried fish and popped it into her mouth.
"So, Ana, I appreciate all of these updates. As near as I can tell, the Project is proceeding. I am pleased with your good work in this matter. Now, I've a little something for you. There is a trusted associate of mine, a Countess Kyver. Perhaps you know of her."
"I do, my Lady. She's not from Lianna, is she?"
"No. But she has been invaluable to me these past years and now I would like for the two of you to have a working relationship."
"What would you say are her strengths, Valles?"
"She has a good analytical mind, plus she has a different perspective on our world as an outsider. She's been in my service for almost eleven years."
Ana nodded, knowing never to question the boss's ability to analyze talent. "What exactly does she do for you these days?"
"Planetary engineering, along with a thorough understanding of botanical sciences."
"I see …" Ana smiled, starting to get Valles's thinking. "I look forward to working with her."
Valles smiled. "I think you two well get on famously…"
She then picked up her com. "Ry, my dear, might you join us on my terrace? The opportunity I mentioned earlier has now arrived."
Ry signaled in the affirmative, then fussed over which dress to wear. She only knew that Valles was going to introduce her to "a longtime friend and confidant." Lady Kyver's routine had been very unstructured over the previous year. Mostly Valles had sent her to oversee progress on the Project and she had mercifully been mostly able to avoid Vader. The one time they did meet, things were relatively cordial which surprised her. It seemed that Valles had been able to do what had once seemed impossible – actually turn him into something approaching gentlemanly behavior. Ry was itching for a new assignment, something to do other than continuously ingratiate herself with others in the rapidly evolving Liannese nobility by throwing parties at Kiveria, the estate she had been given by Valles. The pecking order was becoming clear as two ladies stood out from the rest – Duchess Berit and Duchess Ana. Ry wanted to be on good terms with both of them but their snooty attitude was off-putting. It seemed they both wanted her to know that she was still an outsider, regardless of how fond Valles might be of her.
Valles had invited Ry to stay at Santhia for two nights, and few would ever want to miss such an opportunity. This particular palace was not as large as many of her others, but it was clearly the Chairlady's favorite, due to its intimacy and the beauty of its setting. It was hard for some to believe that it was just 30 km from the Santhé Tower – but this opportunity presented itself when much of the surrounding area had been devastated during the Clone War. Lianna fared much better than many other planets and only once was the City severely threatened. Dooku's Separatist forces tried an assault in 20 BBY, when Valles was only 17, but the Republic, led by Anakin and Obi-Wan, beat them back. It was then that the teenage Valles – already in charge of a division of Santhé-Sienar – had first met Anakin Skywalker. She was impressed with his dashing demeanor and brash manner, and had filed away those memories. When the war ended, grandpa Kerred purchased the land – about 12 hectares – and gave it to her, and she set about designing the perfect suburban getaway after leveling the entire ground and starting over.
Ry loved staying at Santhia and not just because she loved being around Valles. The Chairlady had become more than a friend, she was a trusted ally and Ry had never really had anyone in her life like that prior. Sure, there was always the feeling that as long as she was useful to Valles this relationship would continue, but there were times when the queen seemed truly grateful to have Ry in her life. But Valles had not told her whom she would be meeting this time, so Ry wanted to make the right impression. She picked a green dress from the things she had packed for the stay and added some simple gold jewelry pieces to it, then hoped for the best.
Imagine her surprise when she arrived at the terrace after passing through Valles's private suite, and seeing the Chairlady with Duchess Ana, both dressed in silky bathrobes, relaxing at breakfast. Ry tried to play it off.
"Well, good morning ladies. If only I had known this was to be so informal, I would have prepared accordingly. Duchess Ana, good to see you again. Valles, how are you, darling …"
Valles laughed gently and Ana tried to match her hostess's charm.
"I'm just great, thank you," Valles chirped.
"Good morning, Countess," Ana said, with mock warmth.
"Ry, dear, please have a seat and have a bite to eat with us," Valles smiled, her eyes twinkling.
Ana looked on, softening her gaze, then folding her hands together and placing them in her lap. Feeling a touch awkward, Ry nevertheless took a seat next to Ana and across from Valles, then poured herself some caf and took a pastry.
"I know you're most curious about this opportunity I'd mentioned," Valles droned on in a monotone.
"I am as well, milady," Ana remarked, slightly curious.
"Well, it plays into your proven abilities. There is a planet that has come into our purview recently. The place is basically uninhabited and I've placed Ana in charge of its management. You likely have heard of it, given your background. It's known as Malachor."
"Ah," Ry smiled. "Yes, I know it."
Left unstated at this time was Valles's basic attitude that any planet within a few hours' ride from Lianna essentially belonged to her, anyway, and if Palpatine had an issue with that, he gave no indication. So Valles simply pushed ahead as she always had and began making plans. An uninhabited world such as Malachor was essentially a blank slate and could potentially be fashioned in any way Valles saw fit.
"Well, Ry, what I'd like is for you to conduct a general survey of it for us. Top to bottom. Go into the geology, the weather patterns, soils, minerals, atmosphere, you name it."
"And what, may I ask, Valles, do you want to do with it?"
"That will depend on what you tell me about it."
"How long do I have?"
"Take a couple of months. Ana will provide any resources you might need to get this done. This is your top priority now, my dear countess."
"Yes, Valles. I would be delighted to take care of it for you. The possibilities here are possibly endless."
Valles chuckled. "It appears, my friend, we are on the same page." She then rose from the table, lifted both arms upward, causing her robe to open and reveal her shiny turquoise gown underneath, then addressed them both.
"I want both of you to work well together. You are two of my most trusted and talented people. Carry on."
With that, Valles walked away in her slippers, leaving Ry and Ana still at the table. Ana turned to the countess, smiling.
"Ry, I don't think we've gotten to know each other yet. I represent the House of Capra, a family with a long history going back centuries on Lianna."
"I see." Ry remarked softly, then gazed at Ana, waiting for her to finish her thoughts.
"And just because you are from another world – Mandalore, a place with much history and traditions of its own – it doesn't mean I don't respect you as much as any Liannese should. Our tradition is to welcome newcomers to our world and do our best to present its best face, in the hopes that those people of talent and enterprise will come to make Lianna their home as well."
Ry appreciated the apparent effort Ana was making and responded cordially.
"I simply love it here, Ana. It's one of the most elegant and beautiful worlds I've ever visited and I've now lived here for about eleven years. I especially like how people are treated here and how seriously the planet is governed. Valles and I became fast friends and I basically adore her."
"As do I," Ana chuckled. "As do most who have the pleasure of meeting her. But, a word of advice, Countess. Never assume anything with her. Valles is usually thinking about several things at once, and …"
Ana lowered her voice and turned to face Ry directly. "We who know her best are well aware of her desire. She basically wants to rule everything she can."
Ry was put on the defensive by Ana's frank talk, and wondered if this might be some sort of trap, but she couldn't deny the basic truth about Valles and her boundless ambitions.
"If I may, Duchess, just between us, where does she get this basic drive and desire?"
"Oh, I think it goes to her childhood. Her grandfather was a powerful man and he took great interest in her almost from the day she was born."
"Did you know him?"
"I did, at least, socially. Kerred Santhé was quite a man, almost until the day he passed."
"I wish I had met him," Ry noted, softly. "But from everything I've learned, his ambition was never to wield power the way she does. I just find that interesting."
"Hmm," Ana laughed, then turned to Ry again, smiling. The duchess was a small woman, only a few centimetres taller than Valles, with narrow shoulders and a naturally warm smile and expression on her face at most times. Her basic breeding and gentility were among her many pleasing qualities, and her friendship with Valles went back over twenty years. Ana had spotted the young Valles's power and ability early and was struck by how much Force ability she had even then.
"No, Ry, Kerred was more interested in influence than power. But he did what he had to do to make the Company what it became and his fondest desire was that Valles would build on his life's work."
"I would say he must have died happy, then," Ry chuckled. "She's taken things much further. But do you ever get the idea that Valles thinks she's always the smartest person in the room?"
"Oh, all the time," Ana laughed. "But she's matured tremendously since I first got to know her. I'm about twelve years older than she, and I've been able to see her from that vantage point."
Ry nodded, smiling, and felt a sense of warmth from Ana. The duchess was openly expressing her Force ability and had picked up on Ry's as well. She leaned in to Ana and spoke.
"I'm looking forward to this assignment from her. Shall we take a trip up there together? I'd love to start by getting your thoughts as well."
Ry marveled at how her own basic demeanor had changed during her time on Lianna. Her patience with people had grown and much of this had to do with how she saw Valles operating and how this increased her power. Ry was determined to be as much like Valles as possible and she had come to realize that Ana was the same, but something more. Ana could become a valuable friend to have among the nobility of the planet. Her earlier stiffly formal behavior was no doubt a natural reaction and there was clearly going to be much jockeying for power and influence in the setup that Valles had created. She knew that Valles liked this dynamic as it gave her a chance to see who could prosper in such an atmosphere. Ry was determined to be one of those who would, and she always got positive feedback from the queen. Once Valles was formally on the throne – whenever that turned out to be – those closest to her would benefit greatly. Ry's net worth was still paltry compared to Ana's and Berit's (both of whose were well over 100 billion credits) and she had a natural desire for more, which is why her earlier time in the Jedi was rocky at best.
"Yes, Ry, we shall. I'm going to have some time in a few days and I will be in touch. Please make plans to come to my estate about 1000 km from the City. It's a lovely place – if I do say so myself – and you should enjoy it. We'll use my yacht to travel together and I'm looking forward to knowing you better."
With that, Ana stood and Ry quickly did as well. The two ladies traded kisses on the cheek and briefly hugged. Ry then left and returned to the guest suite she was staying in, much on her mind about the new possibilities that lay ahead.
To be continued …