Star Wars Infinites: The Courtship of Princess Leis
By RohanVos
Greetings and salutations, I am an avid Star Wars fan, I will forever be indebted to my friend Ken for loaning me Heir to the Empire, so many years ago. This is an AU story based in the Star Wars galaxy, I am not the worlds greatest writer but bear with me and I will try to weave a decent story to the best of my ability. Though I wish it were to be true I do not own anything related to the Star Wars Universe, I am in college so updates may be few and far between but please keep that in mind. Any suggestions feel free to email me and let me know. Well then on with the fanfic.
"The needs of the galaxy outweigh the happiness of one."
Princess Leia Organa
Across the table two figures stared at one another mentally gauging another, though their respective planets of their birth were halfway across the galaxy from one another they were oddly similar. Both had allowed only their most personal servant to accompany them to this meeting. Both had amassed enormous powerbases during their respective lives, and both had a keen interest in strengthening both the official and unofficial ties between their governments. Both wanted what only what the other could offer, but like any good politician they would not openly ask for it. They both also knew the risks in the game that they played, but they were both masters and the risks however significant were of no bother to them. But still they each respected the rules of the game, so they met in secret in one of the many towering skyhooks of Corcuscant. They would follow the age-old ritual of threat and conter-threat, eventually meeting at a manageable agreement for both parties.
"The arrangements I trust are acceptable to you your eminence." His fur rippling outward as the alien from Bothwani spoke.
"Yes, they will work quite nicely my dear senator. Though I suppose I should feel sad that I am losing a position that I have held for most of my life. Although I must say that I look forward to finally having a daughter to instruct in the ways of my house. A pity that so few have the ability to see that we have accomplished today." The last words hung for a moment longer, the threat was clear and though the elder humans posture did not waver from her relaxed sitting position the threat that her sweat voice carried was not to be ignored.
Without pausing for a moment her companion answered, "As when all things are done well, none notice until the benefits are reaped, and I assure you eminence that my people are the best. Second only to yours of course."
"I have never been the beneficiary of such a compliment from one such as yourself, I am deeply honored, and I will share your kind words with my personal staff."
"If I might be so bold as to offer a small babble to be used in the coming festivities." The senator's aide approached the table, carrying a bottle that was at this point worth considerably more than his own life, "Alderanian Desert Wine, gathered mere days before the shattering, I was able to purchase the entire production. It should add a touch of elegance that would not be expected."
"I thank you for this most gracious gift, but it would be a crime worse than treason if I did not offer one as well. Though not as well known as your fine wine, the ale of my home world is at least its equal in taste." A much younger female approached the table producing an exquisite flask adorned with gems from the consortium."
Both eyed the other with a hint of suspicion in their eyes, poisoned wine was after all a time honored tradition in both of their cultures. At this moment though something more valuable then their lives was at stake, their pride. Without breaking their locked gaze each accepted a glass of the others gift, all the while knowing that their lives were in danger.
"An exquisite flavor your eminence." Savoring the last traces of the smoky liquid, "I shall hope to sample this ones more at your son's wedding."
Placing her own empty glass upon the mirrored surface of the table, "As was your gift, I am glad that thanks to our efforts that I will be able to rightfully nurture the remnant of Alderan. That is provided that you remain true to our agreement." With those last words left hanging in their air the older woman departed from the table, immeadiately followed by her lady in waiting who cast a final look upon her mistress's ally before departing.
Left alone with only his aide the senator from Bothwani mused outwardly to himself, "What a most challenging adversary she would make, it would almost be worth the trouble to betray her, but profit before betrayal." He said quoting an old Bothan saying.
His own aide approached him with a data pad and a container carrying a number of pills, quickly the senator swallowed the pills and with his free hand grasped the data pad, and listened to his aide drown on. "The arrangements have been made for the Mon Remonda task force to be rerouted to the Sienna System to hunt down a group of pirates that were responsible for the destruction of several transports."
"A pity it seems that the General will be late, oh well it seems that we will have to make due without him then. What of our agents in the communications branch?"
"All signals from the Siena and neighboring systems will be rerouted throughout the entire grid delaying messages for quite some time."
Stroking his chin hairs the Senator posed another question, "What of her brother, he would be most troublesome to deal with and an accident is out of the question."
"He is currently out of the system tracking the final days of a jedi historian, I have taken the liberty of delaying the renewal of his holonet account. Any messages that would be sent to him will be rerouted as well for sometime."
"Well then all is in readiness. We should return to the Senate before we are missed." As both bothans left two thoughts raced through the corridors of the senator's mind, "Now I will have the power that I so rightfully deserve. The second was how to convincingly dispose of his aide and have appear to only be an accident."
Light years from Corcuscant two figures were seating having a conversation as well, while neither controlled vast fortunes or the fate of millions with their whims. Their conversation was just as important to the fate of the universe. Both bore identical tattoos of broad yellow lines cutting across their faces, one cutting underneath their eyes that disappeared into their hair, and a shorter line appearing above the right eye that also vanished underneath their brown tresses. Both were dressed in the remnants of flight suits that had seen better days, one could easily see the family resemblance between the two.
The younger of the two women was sitting on her legs under the shade of a crashed spacecraft, suddenly images bombarded her mind, they came in a rush undecipherable save for one, of a man whose eyes carried the weight of betrayal and loss but whose spirit remained unbroken. She awoke with a shock clutching her head in pain.
The older woman rushed to her, clutching "What is it Aayla? What did you see?"
The younger woman steadied herself and slowly regained her ability to speak, "Something important is happening." Was all Aayla spoke, she did not need to say anymore for far above them a dark figure reappeared in the sky, it had been gone for nearly a year and they both had hoped it would never return. But the Iron Fist was not so easily wished away.
Rambles from Rohan Well that's it for part one, dialogue is one of my weaknesses so if you have suggestions to offer please let me know. I have most of the story mapped out so hopefully I can finish it about 10 chapters. Well that is all for now and until then. As always, RohanVos
By RohanVos
Greetings and salutations, I am an avid Star Wars fan, I will forever be indebted to my friend Ken for loaning me Heir to the Empire, so many years ago. This is an AU story based in the Star Wars galaxy, I am not the worlds greatest writer but bear with me and I will try to weave a decent story to the best of my ability. Though I wish it were to be true I do not own anything related to the Star Wars Universe, I am in college so updates may be few and far between but please keep that in mind. Any suggestions feel free to email me and let me know. Well then on with the fanfic.
"The needs of the galaxy outweigh the happiness of one."
Princess Leia Organa
Across the table two figures stared at one another mentally gauging another, though their respective planets of their birth were halfway across the galaxy from one another they were oddly similar. Both had allowed only their most personal servant to accompany them to this meeting. Both had amassed enormous powerbases during their respective lives, and both had a keen interest in strengthening both the official and unofficial ties between their governments. Both wanted what only what the other could offer, but like any good politician they would not openly ask for it. They both also knew the risks in the game that they played, but they were both masters and the risks however significant were of no bother to them. But still they each respected the rules of the game, so they met in secret in one of the many towering skyhooks of Corcuscant. They would follow the age-old ritual of threat and conter-threat, eventually meeting at a manageable agreement for both parties.
"The arrangements I trust are acceptable to you your eminence." His fur rippling outward as the alien from Bothwani spoke.
"Yes, they will work quite nicely my dear senator. Though I suppose I should feel sad that I am losing a position that I have held for most of my life. Although I must say that I look forward to finally having a daughter to instruct in the ways of my house. A pity that so few have the ability to see that we have accomplished today." The last words hung for a moment longer, the threat was clear and though the elder humans posture did not waver from her relaxed sitting position the threat that her sweat voice carried was not to be ignored.
Without pausing for a moment her companion answered, "As when all things are done well, none notice until the benefits are reaped, and I assure you eminence that my people are the best. Second only to yours of course."
"I have never been the beneficiary of such a compliment from one such as yourself, I am deeply honored, and I will share your kind words with my personal staff."
"If I might be so bold as to offer a small babble to be used in the coming festivities." The senator's aide approached the table, carrying a bottle that was at this point worth considerably more than his own life, "Alderanian Desert Wine, gathered mere days before the shattering, I was able to purchase the entire production. It should add a touch of elegance that would not be expected."
"I thank you for this most gracious gift, but it would be a crime worse than treason if I did not offer one as well. Though not as well known as your fine wine, the ale of my home world is at least its equal in taste." A much younger female approached the table producing an exquisite flask adorned with gems from the consortium."
Both eyed the other with a hint of suspicion in their eyes, poisoned wine was after all a time honored tradition in both of their cultures. At this moment though something more valuable then their lives was at stake, their pride. Without breaking their locked gaze each accepted a glass of the others gift, all the while knowing that their lives were in danger.
"An exquisite flavor your eminence." Savoring the last traces of the smoky liquid, "I shall hope to sample this ones more at your son's wedding."
Placing her own empty glass upon the mirrored surface of the table, "As was your gift, I am glad that thanks to our efforts that I will be able to rightfully nurture the remnant of Alderan. That is provided that you remain true to our agreement." With those last words left hanging in their air the older woman departed from the table, immeadiately followed by her lady in waiting who cast a final look upon her mistress's ally before departing.
Left alone with only his aide the senator from Bothwani mused outwardly to himself, "What a most challenging adversary she would make, it would almost be worth the trouble to betray her, but profit before betrayal." He said quoting an old Bothan saying.
His own aide approached him with a data pad and a container carrying a number of pills, quickly the senator swallowed the pills and with his free hand grasped the data pad, and listened to his aide drown on. "The arrangements have been made for the Mon Remonda task force to be rerouted to the Sienna System to hunt down a group of pirates that were responsible for the destruction of several transports."
"A pity it seems that the General will be late, oh well it seems that we will have to make due without him then. What of our agents in the communications branch?"
"All signals from the Siena and neighboring systems will be rerouted throughout the entire grid delaying messages for quite some time."
Stroking his chin hairs the Senator posed another question, "What of her brother, he would be most troublesome to deal with and an accident is out of the question."
"He is currently out of the system tracking the final days of a jedi historian, I have taken the liberty of delaying the renewal of his holonet account. Any messages that would be sent to him will be rerouted as well for sometime."
"Well then all is in readiness. We should return to the Senate before we are missed." As both bothans left two thoughts raced through the corridors of the senator's mind, "Now I will have the power that I so rightfully deserve. The second was how to convincingly dispose of his aide and have appear to only be an accident."
Light years from Corcuscant two figures were seating having a conversation as well, while neither controlled vast fortunes or the fate of millions with their whims. Their conversation was just as important to the fate of the universe. Both bore identical tattoos of broad yellow lines cutting across their faces, one cutting underneath their eyes that disappeared into their hair, and a shorter line appearing above the right eye that also vanished underneath their brown tresses. Both were dressed in the remnants of flight suits that had seen better days, one could easily see the family resemblance between the two.
The younger of the two women was sitting on her legs under the shade of a crashed spacecraft, suddenly images bombarded her mind, they came in a rush undecipherable save for one, of a man whose eyes carried the weight of betrayal and loss but whose spirit remained unbroken. She awoke with a shock clutching her head in pain.
The older woman rushed to her, clutching "What is it Aayla? What did you see?"
The younger woman steadied herself and slowly regained her ability to speak, "Something important is happening." Was all Aayla spoke, she did not need to say anymore for far above them a dark figure reappeared in the sky, it had been gone for nearly a year and they both had hoped it would never return. But the Iron Fist was not so easily wished away.
Rambles from Rohan Well that's it for part one, dialogue is one of my weaknesses so if you have suggestions to offer please let me know. I have most of the story mapped out so hopefully I can finish it about 10 chapters. Well that is all for now and until then. As always, RohanVos