Chapter 12
The galaxy was in uproar. Chaos reigned. From planet to planet battles broke out. System was pitted against system, civilization against civilization, family against family, and brother against brother. Most of the fighting was not done by the droid armies of the Separatists or the clone army of the Republic. Instead each being took up arms to fight for his own belief and cause. Lawless confusion? No. It was not anarchy. It was controlled. It was organized. Someone knew what they were doing. Someone was in charge. =====================================================================
The office of Supreme Chancellor Palpatine had an aura of power and authority. The dark shades of gray and burgundy would have been oppressive is not for the abundant light from the large windows. The Chancellor's massive desk sat on a raised dais. Everything about the desk and dais and the Chancellor's chair were designed to give visitors a feeling of insignificance when compared with the leader of the Republic.
Just at present Palpatine was sitting serenely in his chair, staring out his god's-eye view windows at busy Corusant below. He was dressed in the ceremonial embroidered robes that denoted his position. He was not an unattractive man. He was perhaps fifty or sixty, beginning to bald, but most people only noticed how kind he was, how sincere and how caring. People trusted Supreme Chancellor Palpatine. That was why he was the Chancellor. That was why he had been given emergency powers. Never before in the history of the Republic had the Chancellor been given such free rein in times of crisis. Oh yes, Palpatine could be trusted.
An aide stepped through the doors and cleared his throat. The chair on the dais slowly revolved and Palpatine raised his eyebrows questioningly. The aide spoke up. "The Senator from Naboo is here to see you." Palpatine smiled.
"I would be happy to see Senator Amidala."
The aide stepped back as a beautiful woman entered the room. The Chancellor moved swiftly and took her hand. "Senator Amidala. How wonderful to see you well. We were concerned when we heard that you were on Genosis."
"Thank you, Chancellor." They walked toward the windows still talking and the aide bowed out, closing the door behind him. ========================================================================
The galaxy was in uproar. Chaos reigned. From planet to planet battles broke out. System was pitted against system, civilization against civilization, family against family, and brother against brother. Most of the fighting was not done by the droid armies of the Separatists or the clone army of the Republic. Instead each being took up arms to fight for his own belief and cause. Lawless confusion? No. It was not anarchy. It was controlled. It was organized. Someone knew what they were doing. Someone was in charge. =====================================================================
The office of Supreme Chancellor Palpatine had an aura of power and authority. The dark shades of gray and burgundy would have been oppressive is not for the abundant light from the large windows. The Chancellor's massive desk sat on a raised dais. Everything about the desk and dais and the Chancellor's chair were designed to give visitors a feeling of insignificance when compared with the leader of the Republic.
Just at present Palpatine was sitting serenely in his chair, staring out his god's-eye view windows at busy Corusant below. He was dressed in the ceremonial embroidered robes that denoted his position. He was not an unattractive man. He was perhaps fifty or sixty, beginning to bald, but most people only noticed how kind he was, how sincere and how caring. People trusted Supreme Chancellor Palpatine. That was why he was the Chancellor. That was why he had been given emergency powers. Never before in the history of the Republic had the Chancellor been given such free rein in times of crisis. Oh yes, Palpatine could be trusted.
An aide stepped through the doors and cleared his throat. The chair on the dais slowly revolved and Palpatine raised his eyebrows questioningly. The aide spoke up. "The Senator from Naboo is here to see you." Palpatine smiled.
"I would be happy to see Senator Amidala."
The aide stepped back as a beautiful woman entered the room. The Chancellor moved swiftly and took her hand. "Senator Amidala. How wonderful to see you well. We were concerned when we heard that you were on Genosis."
"Thank you, Chancellor." They walked toward the windows still talking and the aide bowed out, closing the door behind him. ========================================================================