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Onwards!
"Do your duty as you see fit, and damn the consequences."- George S. Patton Jr.
Chapter 26. Ahsoka's Mission
There was nothing Darth Sidious loved more than a timed, well placed bit of subterfuge. Of course, turning Anakin against the Jedi Council proved to be nothing more than child's play.
"I must congratulate you on a fine accomplishment, my boy. I'm thankful we've finally had a moment to commemorate it."
He offered champagne to Anakin, who did his best to look demure, humble even. But Palpatin could feel the rising vanity and pride within him. That excited impulse to prove himself above all others. So deliciously Sith like.
The brunette took the glass, the second one shared between them in less than a month. Sidious's hatred for the Jedi Order as a whole had never applied to this young man. His thoughts, feelings, general philosophy so utterly contrasted with Jedi Orthodoxy it was a shame that Qui-Gon Jinn beat him to the punch in the initial discovery.
"I'm just honored to be considered, sir."
"Considered? Anakin, you were the only one for the job."
"Really?"
Palpatine gave one of his most saccharine smiles he could muster. The silver lining of Anakin being raised among those archaic monks was already bearing fruit. The more resentment stirred up, the stronger the dark side grew inside that confused, volatile, ambitious twenty two year old. And soon, very soon, he'd be ripe for the picking.
In a way, he'd have to thank that glorified mystic for bringing such a boon to the Sith. Well…from the grave of course. Maul saw to that. It elicited a twinge of internal amusement.
"Absolutely," he answered in the affirmative. "Your skill and battle record made the decision an easy one."
"But there are plenty of masters with far more experience than myself."
"Age is not a good measure of ability, Anakin," he said, setting down his own glass. The champagne wasn't as interesting as the magnificent prize that lay in wait. "I understand the Jedi Council did not take this news well."
"They…aren't happy," and at once Sidious could see lines of anger criss-crossing that angelic baby face he wore so well. "But they haven't objected either."
"Because they can't. Unless they want to oppose a directive from the Supreme Chancellor," he said with imperious confidence. He didn't mind letting a little bit of authoritarianism slip here and there. Anakin was always sympathetic at worst, supportive at best. "They already defied me once by refusing to put you on the Council. They wouldn't dare do it again."
"I'm sure they were just doing what they thought was right."
Sidious detected the insincerity beneath those humble words. The boy always was terrible at hiding his true feelings. He wore emotion on his sleeve like a pelt of exotic fur.
"Your continued faith in their decision making is admirable. But I sense another motive. They fear you and the considerable power at your disposal…the power to make the galaxy a better place."
By now, the Hero With No Fear, too, abandoned alcohol in favor of a much more tantalizing drug: approval.
"You really think I can bring peace to the galaxy?" he asked hopefully. "That this will end the war more quickly?"
"There is no doubt in my mind. As High General you shall serve on my Advisory Cell and have final say in all military matters second only to myself."
"But what about Rex and the 501st?"
"It's yours to keep until a suitable replacement is found. I'll even delegate that decision to you. After all, in practice the High General is my second in command."
My right hand as it were
Anakin's eyes were as wide as saucers and the power bestowed upon him was but a taste of things to come. When they were to rule the galaxy side by side. And he sensed the boy craved the main course, not just the appetizer.
Good
"This is so overwhelming, sir. I don't even know how to thank you."
"No need to, my friend. You've earned it. Loyalty and hard work deserve to be rewarded. And I never fail to reward either."
That familiar look of conflict reappeared as Anakin looked down at the plush, red carpeting that covered the office floor. This time, his posture stiffened, becoming more guarded. As though he were remembering a warning of some kind.
"Are you sure this is the right move, sir?"
"That's a potent question. But not your own."
He didn't bother denying it.
"The Republic doesn't look the same from when I first arrived here on Coruscant. Even three years ago. Some people are…concerned that your power is reshaping things. And not for the better."
Even sidelined by the Council, Luke Ahch-To's influence remains
Best to purge what was left.
"And is that your concern? Or perhaps someone else's?"
"I'm just wondering about how this might affect things. Not just the Council but Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, and Luke. This promotion means I outrank them all. Even Master Yoda."
Palpatine placed a reassuring hand on his back. The two began a casual, gentle stroll around the suite, a method the Sith used to banish any doubt from the boy's mind. The technique had a one hundred percent success rate.
"Anakin, friendship is one of life's great joys. If the connection between you and Master Kenobi is as you say, he'll support you no matter what."
A hopeful smile, one that dreamed every day of winning his former master's respect and love, spread across the brunette's face. A pity he would be disappointed.
"Thank you, sir."
"Always a pleasure, my boy. Go and enjoy the afternoon to yourself. The 501st deploys soon. I'm sure there are those you wish to spend time with other than a doting old man in an office building."
The young Jedi bowed and beamed so brightly it was a wonder he wasn't one of the suns of Tatooine.
"I'll see you tomorrow for the briefing, sir."
"I certainly shall. Be well…High General."
Anakin's heart gave a little flutter at the title as he exited the room. The Chancellor gave a predatory lick of his lips in triumph, the benevolent mask dropping just for the briefest moment in time to reveal the hideous, yellow tinted greed that defined Darth Sidious.
The boy was practically his. He just didn't know it yet.
A typical day in the 501st legion involved a certain degree of chaos. All the men were used to that by now. When one had Anakin Skywalker as a leader, it was to be expected. 'Follow my lead and get the job done' summed up the mantra of the General and Fives learned to follow it very early on after joining Torrent Company. Improvisation, creativity, and more than a bit of messiness defined them as a group and as the galaxy's finest.
But chaos only brought you so far in war. It affected discipline, logistics, and structure among other things. Armies weren't designed to be loose confederations. The lack of a firm hand at the top meant everything else suffered. Men became idle, unsure, and found themselves with far too much time on their hands. And that almost always spelled disaster.
Echo, an anomaly when it came to the 501st's affinity for embracing pandemonium, noticed the agitation and restlessness of their brothers far more than anyone else. He kept a sharp eye since receiving the mission from General Luke…except their General was no longer so. With Anakin's promotion and his logical successor sidelined for unknown reasons, it left them in a state of limbo. And by extension, their assignment. Captain Rex was a great leader and he kept everything in line. But they weren't used to this kind of uncertainty before. No clone unit was.
"What do you think we should do?"
"Not now, Fives."
The hallway was a rather conspicuous place to hold a private conversation. Marching along in a casual stroll within the steel gray halls of the barracks, they were scheduled to watch an educational training video about proper hygiene on swamp worlds or some other such boring crap the army brass thought necessary.
"Then when?"
"When there aren't dozens of people around."
Fives, losing his patience, grabbed Echo by the pauldron and pulled him aside into a small opening tucked away into the wall.
"There. We're in private. Happy?"
"Not really. Now we just look suspicious to any passerby."
Fives rubbed his goatee in frustration. Echo was a brave, loyal soldier. But he played it safe too often.
"Well better now then in some holo room learning about the dangers of Felucian toe fungus. Come on, Echo. Are we ARC Troopers or not?"
His brother gave in with a look of reluctant acquiescence. When Fives became fixated on something, he held onto it with a vice grip.
"Fine. But what else is there to do? The General's been suspended."
"Exactly, that's why we need to figure something out. Get some information and prove his innocence."
"Innocence from what?" Echo pointed out. "We don't even know why he was suspended in the first place."
"He allegedly violated the Jedi Code."
"Do you know what he did?"
"No…do you?"
Echo shook his head and sighed.
"I admit, this whole thing looks odd from the outside looking in. Maybe we should tell someone."
"Are you crosswired?" Fives whispered frantically. "The General said specifically not to speak a word of our mission to anyone. Even the Jedi Council doesn't know."
"Maybe there's a reason for that."
He could see the suspicion lurking beneath his brother's eyes and sought to dispel it.
"Echo, General Luke has done more for us clones than anyone else. He set us free. The least we can do is trust him. If the Sith have compromised the Grand Army of the Republic, it's our duty to see the mission through. Suspended or not."
That did the trick as Echo swelled with loyalty and determination.
"You're right. But how are we supposed to contact him now? They've probably taken his communicator. And what if they expel him for good?"
Fives bit his lip in frustration. Those were unanswerable questions. He searched for some semblance of a plan moving forward.
"If he's kicked out of the Order, then I say we tell someone. For now, let's keep on the lookout for any signs of odd behavior. Stress, aggression, etc."
"Fives, the entire base is stressed. It's not exactly a great lead."
Good point. But there had to be something out there. Some kind of tell that would point them in the right direction in unraveling this mystery.
"The General said night terrors were a sign. Anyone have any of those?"
"Not that I'm aware," Echo said with a shrug. "If one of our brothers is having bad dreams they're not being vocal about it."
"Then it couldn't hurt to ask around. Especially since we're being deployed tomorrow."
"I still say we should inform someone higher up in the chain of command."
"Like who?"
"The Captain."
It was a logical choice. Fives trusted the man with his life. The consummate leader and protector of the 501st. First one in and last one out, the hero who led them through Umbara. If anyone might understand, it was Rex. They all owed him a personal debt. But he owed a greater one to General Luke, the liberator of every clone from Kamino to the Inner Core. He wouldn't sell out the man on some flimsy suspension.
"No."
"Fives, it might be the only way forward."
"I know. But we still can't tell, Rex."
"Can't tell Rex what?"
The two ARCs nearly had collective heart attacks as they immediately stiffened into attention.
"Sir."
"We didn't see you there."
"Clearly," the blond said with a raised brow. "I was just checking attendance and noticed two of my best weren't present for the hygiene lecture."
"Apologies, sir. We just…got caught up in something."
"In the middle of a hallway?"
Echo resisted the urge to groan. Fives was such a horrible liar.
"Relax, boys." Rex waved a hand, signaling they no longer needed to stand at attention. "I'm not here to bust you. But when I hear my name being mentioned in the same sentence as 'we can't tell' then I grow a little concerned. Now, what's going on?"
The sternness in his tone indicated he would not take no for an answer. And every man in the 501st knew that Rex could spot a fib from a klick away. Sharp as the spines on a Nexu. Echo began to panic as seconds ticked went by and neither one of them came up with a proper explanation. He caught Fives eye and received the unspoken message through their brotherly bond: do something. Anything.
"General Luke!" he blurted out.
"I'm sorry?"
Rex eyed them both carefully and as he did so, Echo weaved his tale.
"It's General Luke, sir," he stated more calmly this time. "To be frank some…a lot of us feel a bit confused over his suspension."
"He's the second in command after all," Fives chimed in, building upon the story. "And with General Skywalker's promotion, that leaves us without a Jedi."
"Fives and I had the thought that we should gather support among the men to petition for his reinstatement," Echo continued, the lie becoming smoother and smoother. "We're sorry for trying to hide our intentions from you, but given the situation…"
"Say no more, I understand."
The crestfallen look on Rex's face spoke volumes. The two ARC Troopers gave a silent cheer. They were off the hook…for now.
"He means a lot to me too," he agreed. "But there's not much we clones can do about it. This is an internal Jedi matter not a military one."
"With respect, Captain, we once thought the same thing about our freedom," Fives countered. "There must be a way to get him back."
"Sometimes, we need to be realistic about what we can change, soldier. We were up against bureaucrats the last time. This involves military authority. We can't defy it."
Echo, sounding more like Fives than his usual careful self, responded in kind.
"Sir, the General's had our back since the day he came into our lives. We should do the same."
Rex didn't say anything at first as his brow furrowed, the wrinkles creasing in a way that it did for all Gen 1 clones, the oldest and most experienced in the entire army. Though only twenty six physically, there were moments he seemed a decade older.
"Let me sleep on it. In the meantime, head down to the holo room. I'll tell Sergeant Appo you were with me to avoid a demerit."
Echo and Fives breathed a heavy sigh of relief as soon as he rounded the corner.
"Good thinking," Fives muttered.
"Well we both know I have to do the thinking for both of us, sometimes," Echo grinned, giving his batchmate an elbow, which was returned with a playful shove. "Besides, it's a good idea."
"You want to try to reinstate the General?"
"Can't hurt to try. We just need enough support first. I'm sure there's more than enough around here. It's a great way to ask about night terrors as well."
Fives gave his trademark confident smirk.
"I like the way your mind works, brother."
They began walking towards the holo room, the eel and blue handprint distinctive among their uniforms to all who passed by.
"I hope this won't be too boring," Fives muttered.
"I'd bet a round at 79s Hardcase is already asleep."
Fives would also bet another round at 79s General Luke was innocent of whatever he'd been accused of violating.
Obi-Wan Kenobi had been involved in many arguments with Anakin Skywalker, mostly during their time as master and student with a few disagreements here and there as Jedi Knights. But nothing quite as intense as this.
"Anakin please, don't be willful. Not everything is as it seems."
"Willful?! Any time I have a differing thought or feeling in my head I'm always being 'willful'. How about I'm just grateful that the Chancellor sees something in me apparently no one else does around here."
They were thankfully in Anakin's room and away from potential spectators. He had held off confronting him about the issue but it didn't take long for it to devolve into an argument.
"It is an unprecedented move and one that carries serious implications. Not only are you the highest ranking man in the military apart from the Commander in Chief, but it has come as a response after we refused his demand we put you on the Council."
"Maybe if you acquiesced, I would be your equal instead of your superior."
Obi-Wan did not like the way Anakin said those words. They were laced with resentment and anger. It made him greatly uneasy.
"Search your feelings, Anakin, something is not right here," he pleaded.
"You know what's not right here?" the brunette shot back and pointing a finger in his direction. "That after all these years, after everything we've been through, I thought you'd at least be happy for me. I guess I was wrong."
That statement hurt both men and both knew they were in the wrong. But stubbornness and pride won the day.
"Anakin…"
"Just go."
Obi-Wan didn't want to. He wanted to stay and finally relate to his brother on a level that hadn't existed before. About Satine, Padme, that the Council was not always right and he would have his back no matter what.
But that never came and another chance passed him by leaving only more hard feelings and division between the dynamic duo.
I'm terrible at this was the redhead's last thought before departing from the room.
The next day
Ahsoka could sense many things going on at once the moment she stepped off the Venator Class Star Destroyer. It was good to be home. But home did not bring the promise of good tidings. Something in the Force felt all kinds of wrong.
Taking in the smell of fuel and industry that wafted through the main hangar, she gave a quick salute and congratulations to the men of the 104th.
"Great job, boys. The tinnies really pushed us but we held firm and now the Republic is almost in complete control of the entire Middle Rim."
"Always a pleasure, General. You make it look easy out there."
Coming from the grizzled Commander Wolffe, that was a high compliment indeed.
"No General is complete without her soldiers. Enjoy the rest. You and the men have earned it."
She sensed Master Plo come up behind her as the group dispersed with a series of crisp salutes.
"Such brave, valiant men."
"I think Wolffe sees you as a father figure, Master."
"Such bonds are inevitable, I fear."
A gray cloud suddenly hung over them as the Force groaned as though it were sick.
"Are you okay?"
The usually serene and even keeled Jedi didn't answer straight away. Which made the situation all the more concerning for Ahsoka. If something could throw Master Plo off balance…
"What?"
"This war has changed my perception of many things. Sometimes I wonder…if we were wrong…"
"Wrong about what? Master, what's going on?"
You couldn't see the eyes of a Kel Dor beneath the mask but were they visible, Ashoka believed she'd have seen them glisten with conflict.
"Ahsoka, there is something you should know. Something I should not have kept hidden from you but felt necessary to prevent distraction during the campaign."
The Force gave another lurch as the Togruta braced herself to hear what was undoubtedly bad news.
Bubbling pits of frustration threatened to turn into an uncontrolled eruption inside the fiery heart of Anakin Skywalker. His men had achieved victory after victory including one of the most important in the war up to this point. The banks were now free from Separatist attacks, he'd been granted the rank of Jedi Master, and now he outranked the likes of Mace Windu and Master Yoda.
Obi-Wan's inability to grant even the slightest bit of praise was one thing. He'd been used to it for years. Which is why it pained him when his wife took the same stance.
"I don't get it. The Republic war bonds are safe, we've just struck a major blow to the Confederacy, I finally get recognized for something important and you're not happy for me?" he asked Padme incredulously.
They were in her apartment, having just a couple hours of free time before his deployment. But Anakin liked spending their limited togetherness either in bed or simply talking and laughing like they always did. Not a debate over politics.
"I am happy for you Ani," she responded. "But there are other concerns I have as a result of this latest development."
"What could possibly spoil a day like this?"
"Many things if you cared to listen," Padme said with exasperation. "The Republic has become a shell of itself. Democracy is dying as we speak."
"That's Separatist propaganda," Anakin dismissed. "The only people threatening democracy are the ones we're fighting against."
"It's not that simple," she argued back.
"Then make it simple! For Kriff's sake, why are you defending an organization led by Dooku of all people? They've tried to kill you more times than I can count. Including recently. If it wasn't for Ahsoka…"
He stopped, not even daring to consider the fatal word.
"I'm alive, Anakin. That's what's important. And I'm not defending the Separatists, merely holding our own government answerable to its promises. Don't you believe in that too?"
He gave pause to consider as reason slowly began to penetrate against the stubborn skull of Anakin Skywalker.
"What are you worried about?" he asked, giving her a chance to explain.
"Well for one thing, the banks are supposed to be neutral in this conflict. To have them taken over by executive authority is not supporting a separation of commerce and government."
But Anakin remained dismissive, walking over to the kitchen and grabbing food out of the cooling unit.
"In case you haven't noticed, the Separatists aren't willing to play nice. The Banking Clan has been linked to them from the beginning."
"That doesn't make it right for us to essentially annex the whole monetary system."
"We need to do everything we can to ensure we win this war. And besides, what's the big deal? The Chancellor said he would relinquish that power when it was over."
Padme pressed her lips into a thin line, internally debating on how much she truly wanted to give her full opinion. But the Senator was never one to back down from an argument, her stubbornness rivaled her husband's.
"I'm not sure I trust the Chancellor to keep his promises for much longer."
Anakin narrowed his eyes, swallowing some mixed nuts.
"What kind of talk is that?"
"The kind that holds power accountable to its actions."
The Jedi snorted a little too arrogantly.
"You've been speaking to Bail and Mon again haven't you?"
"Don't dismiss them, Anakin," Padme almost hissed. "They care about this government and the people within it."
"So do I!" Anakin cut back sharply. "And in case you haven't noticed I'm the one fighting it. And might I add, it's long overdue that someone appreciated me for something."
"This is not an ego boosting exercise. We exist to serve not the other way around. Nor for the Chancellor to run roughshod over the constitution."
Anakin struggled to control his temper even now. Why couldn't people understand? Or the person who'd been like a grandfather to him ever since his arrival at the Temple?
"The Chancellor is a good man."
"He's a politician like any other."
"Then take a good look in the mirror because last time I checked, that description fits you too. You sit and squabble all day long while he actually does something about the problems of the galaxy."
Padme raised herself off the couch with the speed of a Kaadu, getting right in the Chosen One's face despite the fact he towered over her.
"How dare you, Anakin Skywalker!" the full iciness of her voice brought to bear. "I have sacrificed everything for the Republic! My comfort on Naboo, my personal safety, even our marriage which I cherish above all else! Apparently you don't feel the same!"
The climax of the argument finally descended into something much softer as Anakin realized he'd not only offended his wife but questioned the very principles she prided herself on. There was no one who cared more about others than Padme Amidala.
"I'm sorry," he said with a sigh. "That was uncalled for."
"Yes, you're right," she stated coldly.
"Come on, let's not argue."
He leaned down to kiss her but she bridled. In seconds, the tension returned tenfold.
"Ugh, for once please stop patronizing me!"
"How am I patronizing you?!"
"You're only entertaining what you want to hear," she shot back. "This war has become something else, something sinister and innocent lives are at stake."
"And I'm doing my best to protect those innocent lives!" Anakin growled, barely keeping his temper. "And now I have that power. Think of the possibilities- I can restore Luke from his suspension, eliminate and imprison the Separatists leaders…bring peace to the galaxy! Make things the way they should be!"
Padme backed away, as though her husband were some unrecognizable, malevolent creature of hell.
"I think that power is already going to your head."
"Angel, listen-"
"The only person you listen to is yourself!"
Her comment was just as cutting as his earlier one. They both knew it as Anakin's face darkened in betrayal and hurt.
"Well if that's the way you feel, I'll be going then."
"Ani don't-"
"Don't what, Padme? I'm just listening to myself like always."
Husband and wife turned their respective backs towards one another in a show of unhappy defiance. Anakin stopped, tilted sideways and saw Padme was still not looking at him. Willing himself not to scream with rage, he disappeared out the door just as his sweetheart turned to apologize.
Padme stood amongst the rich trappings of the apartment, a perfectly made up doll inside a seemingly equally perfect world. So fair and so brittle. Then she began crying as a heartbroken angel might when cast out from heaven.
Alone. And more unsure than ever.
Ahsoka's head was spinning in circles by the time she reached the upper level of the Jedi Temple where after accosting several of her fellow Jedi, learned that Obi-Wan Kenobi was giving a briefing about the upcoming campaign on Ringo Vinda.
How could this have happened?
Evidently, two weeks and several rotations were enough to turn the galaxy upside down. Anakin being featured in a tug of war between the Council and Palpatine, Luke's untimely suspension, the looming threat of Civil War brewing in the Senate: these were all massive developments no doubt. But her primary ire centered around the man who'd let it happen.
Power walking into the Situation Room, the group of Masters and Knights were already dispersing. It made the upcoming conversation that much easier.
"Master Kenobi, may I have a word?"
She phrased it with just enough deference to avoid any give away of the scolding that was to come. Obi-Wan knew that clipped tone of disapproval and nodded towards his companions. One by one, the rest exited leaving the two in an uncomfortable silence magnified by their mutual friendships. Ahsoka respected the man and even considered him a surrogate uncle. But she wasn't a wide eyed padawan learner anymore. Parental figures were not infallible.
Obi-Wan was first to break the tension.
"I hadn't realized you were back. I'm glad you're safe and sound."
"What's going on, Obi-Wan? What's the deal with the Chancellor promoting Anakin? Why is Luke being threatened with expulsion? Why did you vote against him?"
She wasn't here for the pleasantries. But unlike her old master, she'd learned the ability to control her temper. People tended to talk more when they weren't being threatened or insulted.
The 38 year old held the look of a man unprepared for that line of questioning. He rubbed the scruff of his beard and avoided eye contact before answering.
"So you've heard."
"Heard and felt it. Kriff, you could cut the air in this place with a lightsaber."
With a tired sigh, Obi-Wan began to expound.
"First of all, I don't know why the Chancellor gave Anakin that rank and title but I assure you it was not an idea we endorsed. I suspect it's another attempt by Palpatine to interfere in Jedi affairs. He's been doing that a lot lately."
"He wouldn't have anything to do with Luke's suspension, would he?"
Obi-Wan shook his head emphatically.
"What merited the suspension had little to do with the Chancellor. Luke's own actions forced our hand."
"Actions? He saved the Republic. Saved your life and mine multiple times over and this is how you thank him? A boot out the door?"
"He hasn't been expelled yet."
"Small comfort. I was once in the same position if you recall."
She wasn't being fair but then again she wasn't trying to be. He hadn't voted to hand her over to Tarkin. But too often, Obi-Wan went right along with the Council's worst tendencies out of a misplaced sense of loyalty. His next words reflected that sentiment.
"Luke hasn't proved himself trustworthy, Ahsoka. His personal philosophy is not in line with the Jedi Code and until he offers a proper explanation, I'm not inclined to give him the benefit of the doubt."
"You have no idea what he's sacrificed to get this point," she hit back, a shot of anger slipping through the cool exterior. "What he sacrifices every day, Jedi Code or not."
"Then by all means let him do so. Let the truth be heard. What's so important that he must hide it from us?"
To her own surprise, she found herself agreeing with the Great Negotiator for once. Luke needed to say something…anything. She'd advocated he reveal his past many times. It was hard to believe Luke didn't offer some kind of defense during the trial. Why allow yourself to be made into an object of suspicion and ridicule?
Ahsoka opened her mouth then thought better of it. This was Luke's mission. Luke's fight. Their collective vision as Jedi may have been clouded but she could still sense the Force protesting, warning, demanding she say nothing.
He and I need to talk
Skywalkers could be unyieldingly stubborn. Speaking of which…
"Where's Anakin?" she asked next, deciding not to push further on the topic.
"I have no idea."
"No idea? You two are best friends and hang out pretty much every day. How could you not know?
Obi-Wan turned off the holoprojector and adjusted his robes.
"The Chancellor gave him the rest of the afternoon off. I'm quite sure he's spending the time in more pleasurable company in an effort to avoid speaking to me until our scheduled departure. The 212th has been assigned to Ringo Vinda as well."
Padme
Damn. And on top of that they apparently weren't talking to each other?
"Aren't these briefings mandatory?"
"The High General, by the right of his position, isn't required to attend said briefings."
She could almost pick out the slightest bit of mockery at the title 'High General'. A somber mix of bitterness and anxiety over the falling out with the one he regarded as a brother.
"I need to speak to him."
"You are welcome to try. He ordered me out of his room yesterday. Perhaps he'll be more receptive to your presence. If you can find him, that is."
Obi-Wan's words needed no elucidation. Trying to talk to Anakin in such a mood was like trying to have tea with an acklay on a pleasant sunny afternoon on Verduna: messy, unproductive, and impossible. Even more unwise if he was with his wife.
Despite her dislike at the idea of potentially not seeing Anakin for weeks at a time or longer, she decided it was best to let him blow off a little steam before approaching. It was best to let her old master sort things out his own way. A good battle or two could do the trick. And he'd be away from any additional Sidious snaring.
"I'll contact him later on. I thank you for your time, Master."
Ahsoka gave a curt bow as a minimum sign of respect and made to leave. But not before one last word from Obi-Wan.
"If you must know, the real reason I voted for Luke to be suspended was Anakin. I've tried to protect him over the years from all sorts of creatures and monsters. Sometimes from himself. It seems I can't even do that anymore."
A trail of empathy trickled down her back, knowing that no matter how frustrating and rigid Obi-Wan Kenobi could be, he still loved and cared for Anakin like no other human being had since his mother. The man had raised and mentored the most powerful, headstrong person in the entire galaxy. He remained an ally, a friend, and a key player in the fight to come.
"I've never doubted your heart, Obi-Wan."
Pressing ahead, it was time to pay a visit to Skyguy. The real question: which one?
Meditation. Napping. At times the distinction between the two became blurred. Especially when one lacked the insight to attain proper rest.
Luke closed his eyes and tried to focus his breathing the way his old masters taught. The time to sleep was not now. But the Last Jedi was already trapped in a vicious cycle of his own making. He couldn't sleep without meditating and he couldn't meditate without sleep. And every time his eyes closed and the mind entered the void of the netherworld, the same nightmare occurred over and over again.
Anakin turned into Ben Solo, Ben Solo turned into Darth Vader or some combination thereof. It tended to vary. But Sidious always laughed in the background, cackling maniacally at his failure and ability to prevent the evil that was to come. It surrounded them all, such was the power of the Sith at this point in the timeline. Sidious had years of training under Darth Plagueis, arguably the most powerful Dark Lord in centuries, and an additional thirteen years to immerse himself in the dark side, its veil pulled over the Jedi like a curtain of black, choking out all light and purity.
And yet Luke also sensed the source of his dreams was not the work of Palpatine's machinations. Powerful, well trained Jedi were able to block out dreams, good or ill, if they desired to. And he stood out as one of maybe three or four of his Order that could stand toe to toe with the evil bastard.
So why did he feel so…guilty? Fearful even? Master Yoda detected as much during his suspension trial. Where did this paralyzation of action stem from?
I am one with the Force and the Force is with me
The mantra and the steady rhythmic pattern of his breath moved in time like it usually did. But the inner discipline, the calm that accompanied the technique did not follow. Almost as if there were a block of some kind. Sludge in a river blocking its natural flow.
There must be a solution, something I've missed…
A knock on the door ceased endless pondering.
"Luke?"
The muffled voice on the other side was unmistakably Ahsoka's. Of course, he sensed her long before that. Meditation could wait. A pulse of excitement at her presence lifted his spirits considerably.
A flick of the wrist and the doors opened. The Togruta gave him a comforting hug before settling in on the floor.
"Are you okay?" she asked first and foremost.
"Define 'okay'."
Probably not his most encouraging answer. That familiar pursing of the lips Ahsoka used when dissatisfied about something confirmed as much.
"I know what happened. I'm sorry I didn't contact you sooner. Master Plo kept me in the dark."
"Unsurprising," Luke grunted. "They know how close we are. He wanted you to stay focused on the campaign."
"I don't care about that," she insisted. "Let's start from the beginning and reassess. What happened?"
Luke told the tale to his best recollection, pausing here and there to let Ahsoka digest everything properly. Upon finishing, she held a contemplative gaze.
"So you were about to tell them?"
"Yes. Everything. The full truth of who I am and my purpose."
"But then the Force told you not to."
Luke scratched his head, contemplating how to put the experience into words.
"More like…a presence of the Force. It was a voice. A familiar one but I couldn't identify it."
Ahsoka only stared in response.
"You think I'm nuts, don't you?"
"Luke, you're a time traveler from the future. If that didn't convince me you're insane, nothing will," she added with a humorous smirk, which he reciprocated. "But I actually felt something similar today."
"Hm?"
"I had a little chat with Obi-Wan."
"-did he give you his latest speech on 'points of view'?"
"Ha ha," Ahsoka laughed sarcastically. "I was defending you and I contemplated telling him the truth."
"Fuck…Ahsoka…"
She innocently put her hands in the air.
"Don't worry! I didn't say anything. It was just a fleeting thought in the heat of the moment. But the second I considered it, the Force reached out warning me to keep silent."
Both parties let that implication sink in, for all that it revealed…and what it didn't.
"What do you think it means?"
"Not a clue. But I need to follow it for now," Luke said with a strong degree of conviction as he stood up and walked towards the window of his room, taking in the massive metropolis.
"You know as well as I do the secret can't last forever," Ahsoka pointed out, following suit.
"It can't," he agreed. "But I also can't afford to shake things up any more than I have. At least while I'm suspended." The blond turned back around and Ahsoka saw signs of age in that forty eight year old face; so youthful even now, but reflecting the years of hardship and failure experienced along the way. "Ahsoka, if I don't get this right, it's the end of all things. Last time, Leia and I were kept hidden until we were strong enough to lead the rebellion and destroy the Empire. There's no guarantee that will happen again. I've changed too much."
"I understand," she said empathetically, placing a hand over his cheek. "But there's another aspect of this that's bothering you, I can tell."
Luke gazed downward. She could feel his guilt. His pain. He knew that much. Ahsoka's perceptive nature and emotional compass felt like a guide in such a trying juncture. But would she feel the same if the truth, the full truth, were to be uncovered? Reopened like an old wound.
"That's not important," he said as casually as possible. "What is, is utilizing the agency still afforded to us."
Ahsoka didn't press the matter. She straightened, cobalt blue eyes taking a determined look.
"How can I help?"
"We're going to make that son of a Hutt incriminate himself."
"Using what method?"
"Bugging his office."
Ahsoka agreed in spirit but wondered what he had in mind. Holocameras were often bulky and expensive. A Sith Lord would easily detect one.
"A great concept but how are we going to place a device like that in Palpatine's office without him noticing?"
Luke whipped out a piece of hardware so fast it was almost as if he were waiting for her to ask.
"Fortunately, I've been doing some digging during my free time away from the Temple. Had to be careful after my suspension but I managed to snag this beauty. A holopiece that can magnetize to any metallic surface. It's the size of a fingernail and unnoticeable to the naked eye. All one has to do is place it in a specific location."
"And how did you come across this?"
"Latest tech that hasn't been released officially by the Techno Union."
"You know, you could get in trouble for collaborating with the enemy," she joked. "Among other things."
"Can't be traced back to me. Went through multiple different contacts. Besides, Sidious controls the Union. We're technically stealing from him."
Ahsoka chuckled as she took the small little holopiece.
"I love your reasoning behind that. But again how am I supposed to plant it without him knowing?"
Luke gave a rare grin, as the trademark mischievous Skywalker twinkle returned in those baby blues.
"Miss Tano, I believe you have an appointment with Bail Organa tomorrow afternoon."
Not for the first time Ahsoka wondered if the Force hadn't made a mistake by placing the fate of the galaxy trust in two incredibly powerful but volatile people both of whom she loved like brothers.
Yeah, this is going to be interesting
The following afternoon
Bail Organa couldn't believe he ever believed or trusted in Sheev Palpatine.
He was not quite as old as the former Senator from Naboo but he'd experienced more than his fair share of liars, conmen, and grifters. A chosen profession in politics often exposed one to that kind of person, just in fancy robes and under the guise of legitimacy.
What he saw in the Chancellor was worse than all three put together. It disgusted him far more than just on a political level but a moral one.
I can't believe it took me this long to realize it
Whereas once he respected, even appreciated, the soothing, reasonable eminence the man embodied- a much needed figure of paternal authority in a period of political instability- it now elicited feelings of loathing and revulsion.
Luke Ahch-To had been right all along. Palpatine wasn't accumulating power out of coincidence. At the heart of the Republic lay a kind of sickness. Rot. And he was staring straight into the face of it.
"I understand your reservations completely, Senator," the demagogue spoke with a silver tipped tongue. "And I assure you my executive privileges will in no way interfere with the duties of the Senate."
It was pleasant enough. Typical, smooth, and disarming. Bail didn't allow the words to bamboozle him. Not this go around.
"Ah, but you see Chancellor. It already has."
Standing in the spacious office of the most powerful man in the galaxy once gave a sense of comfort. Now it felt like being in the heart of a lion's den.
"Oh? In what way?"
"There have been twenty amendments to the Constitution in the last year or so alone. Thirty seven since the start of the war. Each one relegates our position to one of irrelevance."
Palpatine gave a reassuring smile. He almost seemed sympathetic. Almost.
"Regretful circumstances have led us to this point, I'm afraid. When the Separatist movement threatened us, the Senate was too bogged down to initiate a timely response, hence the decree granting me emergency powers. This war has necessitated that everyone sacrifice something."
Yes, everyone except you, Bail thought with no small amount of irony.
He looked at the group of Senators that formed the core of their movement. Mon Mothma, Bona Breemu, Lux Bonteri, Giddean Danu, and Padme Amidala. The latter's eyes were hardened into a reproachful, even mistrusting stare. She'd felt the sting of Palpatine's betrayal more than anyone. So much so that she hadn't touched a single drop of the tea offered to them.
"Senator Amidala is the primary envoy of our movement. No doubt she has told you of our position that the time to negotiate with the Separatists is now. Let us return to a state of normalcy."
"And there is no doubt Senator Amidala graciously told you my position," Palpatine responded with a kind acknowledgment towards his fellow countryman. "That we can accept nothing less than unconditional surrender. The Separatists, I am told from reliable sources in our clone intelligence units, are preparing for another massive offensive in a last ditch effort to win independence. Their hold in the Outer Rim is still strong."
"With respect, their last ditch effort already occurred during their simultaneous attack on Scipio and Coruscant. They failed. Supplies and resources coming from the Trade Federation, Commerce Guild, Techno Union, and Corporate Alliance are dwindling."
"Let us speak frankly, Senator. What is it that you want from me?"
Palpatine's question appeared innocent enough but Bail knew that any wrong answer, any slip up here might well be to their detriment.
"What we desire, Chancellor, is the beginning of the transition back to democratic norms. Nothing more."
"And you shall have it," the old man said with another easy smile, one intended to manipulate. "As soon as there is a cessation of hostilities."
"That is not a guarantee," Padme countered. "This war has caused so much death and destruction. Why not seek peace if we can save lives?"
A look of false empathy spread across Palpatine's graceful features.
"I want this terrible conflict to end just as much as you, m'lady. And when it does, I promise a full return to democracy."
That last sentence confirmed what Bail already knew to be true. But hearing it from the Chancellor's own mouth sealed the metaphorical nail in the coffin of any dwindling faith he might have had in the man. Palpatine had no intention of going back to anything that would diminish his own immense power.
"But surely-"
"I said I'll do what is right. That should be enough for your 'committee'."
The rebuttal came across as quite dismissive for the normally even handed Chancellor. Disdainful almost. Bail felt the ire rising in the pit of his stomach. The nerve of the man speaking that way towards a member of the Senate. If it weren't for the fact that Alderaan tradition dictated peace over barbarity…
"Then we shall discuss this another time. On behalf of our Caucus and the Republic, I thank you Chancellor."
"I thank you, Senator Organa. For bringing this matter to my attention."
He nodded towards Senator Amidala and gave a charitable smile in contrast to his sharp tone a moment earlier.
"My dear are you alright? You've not even touched your tea."
"Apologies, sir. I simply forgot about it in the midst of our discussion. It's gone cold."
"I can arrange for a fresh-"
Padme interrupted a little too quickly.
"You're too kind. But I don't want to take any more of your time than needed. We'll be on our way."
The committee rose as one, paid their respects and left. But only Bail caught the snarling look of disapproval on Palpatine's face…and how it seemed fixated on Senator Amidala.
"I've never seen you so frantic before."
Bail caught the slip of anxiousness in Padme's face as they strode down the hallway. The rest of the Caucus had retired for the day and into their respective offices. It was uncharacteristic of a woman not easily rattled.
"I grow more and more…uncomfortable being around the Chancellor these days."
"I know the feeling," the Alderaanian agreed quietly. Supporters of Palpatine passed them by chattering amongst themselves. "There is a distinct lack of warmth in his eyes. Come to think of it, he's always seemed…artificial."
"Luke had to point that out among other things."
Bail eyed her curiously.
"Is that why you refused his offer of a beverage?"
"I was advised not to spend any time alone with the Chancellor nor accept any drink from him."
"Did he suggest that as well?"
Padme didn't need to say anything to confirm as much. Her silent stare told a tale without words.
"A remarkable Jedi. I still don't understand why he was suspended in the first place."
"Neither do I, he wouldn't say the reason at Rerjavariks."
Bail made a noise of disapproval upon entering Padme's central quarters. They were using hers for the purposes of switching things up.
Were the Jedi really so dogmatic that they would penalize one of their most valued members? He couldn't imagine Master Yoda or Obi-Wan Kenobi going along with such a decision. Then again, who truly understood the mind of a Jedi? An eccentric, philosophical bunch who could also move large objects with a mere thought.
And we'll need them before the end
"Why didn't you push back a little more against Palpatine?"
Padme's question gave away her own inexperience. But her instincts were second to none. Another major reason why Bail took her under his wing.
They sat down on one of the couches and after a protocol droid served them refreshments (ones they would actually touch) continued the conversation.
"The time is not yet right to make our move. If we force the issue too soon, it could give Palpatine the pretext he needs to amass even more power or worse."
"But the Senate takes another recess in a week. By the time we reconvene it may be too late. The war may not last much longer."
Bail understood that point of view. It might very well play into the hands of the unscrupulous Chancellor. But it also gave them a much needed opportunity to formulate a plan and cement it as the Jedi Order had not officially agreed to anything just yet. Hopefully that would change in a matter of hours.
"Palpatine has lied about many things. And yet there is a sprinkling of half truths in some of what he says. The reports of a last, desperate offensive mounted by the Separatists are accurate. I've seen the intelligence myself. Therefore, I'm confident there's enough time for us to act…if we play our hand correctly. He must believe our position is weaker than it actually is."
The protocol droid, reentered and announced in a refined manner similar to that of Threepio.
"Apologies, Senators. But a Jedi Knight by the name of Ahsoka Tano has arrived and awaits to speak with you."
"And that is the ace in our respective hand," Bail said. "Send her in."
A distinct pair of blue and white montrals entered the room and he was pleased to see them. Within the relatively diminutive stature at five feet six inches tall hid a skilled and competent Jedi mentored by Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi. The youngest to be knighted at the tender age of seventeen in centuries. Bail hadn't the opportunity to spend too much time with her but Padme's unshakeable trust won him over.
I just hope she's receptive
"Welcome," he said to her kindly, as she sat down on the opposite couch. "Can we get you anything? A drink? A bite to eat?"
"No, thank you, Senator. That's very kind. I'm on a bit of a tight schedule."
"Ah, yes. Of course."
Ahsoka's eyes moved around the room. She'd been inside this building before, even inside Padme's office but its luxury marked a stark contrast to the austere lifestyle most Jedi were accustomed to. There was a note of caution in her voice which he sought to put at ease. After all, Jedi Knight or not, seventeen was quite young to take on such a responsibility.
"Well let's get straight to it then. I assume you know why you're here."
"I do."
"As you can probably guess, General Luke was our original man in broaching this topic to the Council. But with his suspension, he highly recommended you."
"I'm not very politically literate," she said modestly. "But I do want to help."
"You're doing more than that just by being here," Padme offered with a smile. "For years you've served the Jedi and the Republic faithfully. And saved my life more than once."
Ahsoka reciprocated the smile.
"Well, there's Anakin to thank for that too."
Bail resisted falling back in his seat when Padme tightened her mouth and looked away at the mention of Master Skywalker. The two were quite close and often spoke glowering compliments about one another. Had there been a falling out of some kind? Evidently, Ahsoka felt the same befuddlement as she tried to change the subject in an offhand way.
"In any case, I'm flattered that you trust in me. I won't betray that trust."
"I know you won't." The Senator from Alderaan was beginning to see why so many admired this teenage girl, wise beyond her years. Dependable. Ethical. Everything Palpatine wasn't. "How much has Luke told you so far?"
"Enough to understand the gist of it. But perhaps you'd like to explain in more detail?"
"Certainly."
Bail ended up doing most of the talking as he expounded on the plan. Either Padme was still suffering from the same nausea and fatigue that'd been dogging her for the better part of the last month or something else was the culprit. Best to inquire about that later.
"The key to everything is coordination. One group acting without the knowledge and consent of the other will result in failure. Neither of us win alone but together we can restore full democracy to the Republic."
Ahsoka concurred without hesitation.
"I agree."
"I must also reiterate that the Senate must take the lead in this. Being a civilian body gives our movement more legitimacy according to the law. Forgive me, but the Jedi's role as peacekeepers in the eyes of the public is…skeptical at best."
"They're not exactly wrong," she lamented with a sigh. "But that's a subject for another day."
"Indeed. The fact remains, the Jedi are one of the last institutions that has not fallen under the Chancellor's control. An institution, ten thousand strong, gifted with superhuman powers beyond comprehension."
He didn't need to elaborate further. The implications were…unsettling. Much as he abhorred violence, an aging old man in his sixties could do little if the Jedi decided to remove him by force. So why did Ahsoka look so anxious?
"I do have one question."
Bail gestured openly, waiting for her to ask.
"How do you plan on convincing a majority of the Senate to support Order 65?"
"Ah, quite astute. You see, that is our biggest dilemma. Our movement requires legitimacy and the Jedi cannot legally arrest or remove Palpatine without consent of the Senate. It is the first domino to fall. Without evidence of criminal wrongdoing by the Chancellor, there is little chance of achieving that two thirds majority."
"I think I can help you there."
"Oh?"
Now he was intrigued. Very intrigued as Ahsoka pulled out a small, black looking circular object the size of a fingertip.
"We have a device that can be planted in Palpatine's office. It's non-traceable and can't be detected by normal scanners."
Bail didn't touch the object but peered closer in amazement.
"Remarkable. Where did you get this?"
"I can't tell you for liability reasons. But I can tell you that it works."
Padme, however, struck a more judicious tone.
"But that's technically illegal. And any evidence obtained by a wiretap without a signed warrant from a judge will be deemed inadmissible in Court."
"Respectfully, m'lady, there's no judge that would authorize such a warrant," Bail reminded her. "But there may be a legal loophole. The Jedi Order isn't just another military branch, it's also an entity with the power to conduct its own private investigations. If we were to obtain proof from them, there's a chance it could move the needle."
"It sounds a bit dubious."
It was dubious. But right now there weren't a whole lot of other options. All three of them knew that.
"If this is to work, I have to be the one to plant it," Ashoka told them as goosebumps crawled up Bail's skin at the thought of her getting caught. "You two can't be involved or have any plausible knowledge."
"Right."
He rubbed his goatee in thought. How to make this work? One didn't simply walk into Palpatine's office unannounced. Certainly not while he was there. And security surrounding the opulent headquarters involved a variety of Red Guards, Senate Guards, and/or Shock Troopers in some capacity. On top of that, the pass code system changed daily and only a handful of individuals, Mass Amedda for example, knew them.
"I just had a thought. This place has a ventilation system, doesn't it?"
"Quite an elaborate one."
"I'm small enough to fit through those kinds of systems. What if I used them to access Palpatine's office to avoid being seen by the security cameras?"
Bail contemplated the idea- so crazy it just might have merit. On the other hand, why question the abilities of a Jedi? He'd seen them first hand by now.
"I think that should work," he answered slowly. "The only trouble is, the Chancellor can't be in his office when you plant the holo recorder."
"The speech."
Padme interjected and they both shifted towards her.
"The Chancellor is addressing the Senate in four days' time right before the end of the next session. He'll be out of the office."
"She'll need clearance to enter the building," Bail pointed out.
"Not to worry. As it so happens, I'm going to Naboo to visit my parents afterwards. I can add Ahsoka to my security detail and tell her to meet me here beforehand. She's worked on my staff before and the Senate guard won't question a Jedi with credentials."
"It all fits," Ahsoka said with a nod.
Padme's mouth stretched far enough to be considered a smile. Ahsoka softly probed with the Force and discovered a great deal of pain…but not directed towards her.
"There is one more element of this we need to discuss," Bail continued. "We'll need the absolute approval of the Council. You must convince them and others if this is to succeed."
"Master Yoda is our best bet there. At the very least, he always listens to people before making a decision."
"We'll also need to recruit your old master, Anakin Skywalker. Seeing as he's been promoted to the Executive's right hand man, his support would be vital in keeping track of the Chancellor's movements, not to mention his access to classified material-"
"No."
The Senator from Naboo cut in so sharply it pierced the air. Realizing this, she composed herself and smoothed out her dress.
"Forgive me, that was highly impolite. But I do not think it's in the best interests of our movement to involve Master Skywalker at this time. He's far too close to the Chancellor…and therefore untrustworthy."
The surprise Bail felt paled in comparison to the silent conversation the two young women were having in front of his eyes. You didn't need ears to hear it. The dance of blue and brown expressed unprecedented concern over a mutual problem. That problem being Skywalker.
Deciding not to play with fire or push his own luck, the senior Senator cleared his throat in a manner he hoped didn't sound too awkward.
"Well then…I believe our path forward is clear. And please give my regards to General Luke. At the very least, he should be kept in the loop. We owe a great deal to him."
As Ahsoka nodded at the adjournment, Padme reached out and grabbed her left arm.
"Actually, Ahsoka. If you don't mind, I'd like to speak to you in private. About the security detail. We want to avoid what happened last time."
"Of course, m'lady," she answered without hesitation.
Bail Organa took the signal to mark his exit. Far be it from him to interrupt a girl's chat. But he was sure as his planet was green that the discussion had nothing to do with 'security detail.'
Later that night
Satine Kryze couldn't decide if she enjoyed Coruscant or not. On the surface, much of it resembled Mandalore and its capital. An enormous metropolis buzzing with traffic, commerce, and shiny skyscrapers that touched the heavens, except on a smaller scale. Coruscant spanned across the entire surface, not merely one area. One could live several lifetimes and fail to explore even twenty percent of the planet.
But the surface did not frighten her as much as what lurked beneath. She'd heard rumors, myths, stories, all horrible enough to make a person's skin crawl, of mutated fiends, monsters, and decrepit neighborhoods that saw no light. Heaps of trash and toxic waste oozing into darkened cracks leading to the depths of hell itself. A sprawling concrete, steel jungle that consumed itself, built on the backs of those left behind.
Mandalore wasn't like that. Tradition dictated that every living soul be raised upright and strong. The warrior ways of the past may have become history, but strength did not always entail fighting. The spirit of the Mando'a…that's what mattered most.
Alas, no way back yet existed. Her beautiful home lay in the hands of the corrupt. Those who foolishly claimed Mandalorians were better off embracing their former, violent ways. That it symbolized strength over her apparent weakness. But only the weak embraced savagery in the manner of Pre Viszla and his followers.
Obi-Wan understood that principle. Obi-Wan never strayed. Obi-Wan backed her unilaterally without conditions or asking for anything in return. It's what made him such an amazing man. It also made their breakup feel like a cut across the abdomen when he'd suddenly vanished without a trace. Messages went unanswered and communication dropped to a virtual nothingness.
Satine understood the Jedi Code. She wasn't sure she entirely understood men and their motivations. Obi-Wan loved her and she loved him. Code or no code, they'd agreed that love superseded anything else in their lives. Even at the cost of their respective positions.
Why? Why the sudden change of heart? What have I done wrong?
Even if the rational part of her found the kindness to avoid self blame, it didn't answer the question. She missed him. Kad, she missed him. If something could be done-
Ears twitched at the sound of broken glass. Satine perked up. It couldn't be Anakin. He was away on Ringo Vinda. Threepio had already powered down. Which meant that…
Padme
She rushed to the kitchen and saw a pitiable sight. The esteemed Senator from Naboo on the floor due to some ill timed slip of the foot, an unopened bottle of booze in hand, tears gliding down her delicate cheeks.
"Oh my, Senator."
"Satine!"
She attempted to get back up but failed to summon the strength.
"Easy does it. I've got you."
"Please…please don't judge me too harshly," Padme wept as they made their way over to one of the comfortable, pillow laden couches. Satine rested her head on one of them and stroked her soft, dark brown curls.
"It is never my place to judge. Especially from one former monarch to another," she replied empathetically. "Now tell me what troubles you, my lady."
Padme wasn't intoxicated but her unstable emotions were enough to throw anyone off balance. Anyone could see that. Satine suspected the problem but said nothing. Someone in the Senator's position had to give trust.
"Duchess, have you ever loved someone so much they drive you crazy yet you might die without them?"
She did know that feeling. Unequivocally.
"Yes. I do."
"I-I think I may have a problem. Anakin is such a wonderful person and husband but lately he's been-"
Padme closed her mouth with a squeal as the burden of her secret became too much to bear. But it was too late to unring that bell.
"It seems that we both suffer from the same dilemma."
"You mean-"
"Indeed, my lady. I hold no shame in telling you. Obi-Wan Kenobi is my love interest."
The two women sat for a moment like waxworks, unable to comprehend speaking such forbidden truths out in the open…and how relieved it felt to voice them for the first time.
"How did we end up falling for two of the most obstinate Jedi in the entire galaxy?" Padme asked with a soft giggle.
"That is a long story…at least in my case anyway."
"Perhaps we can share together. I've got time."
They gave each other wide smiles in understanding and comfort. However, difficult love tended to be, mutual solace could be found in one another.
At least for a single night.
Four days later…
Entering the Senate was a simple matter of walking through the automatic doors. Ahsoka had done that about a hundred times already either to visit Senator Amidala or join her former master and other members of the Jedi Council for strategy meetings with a member of the Senate.
Implanting a recording device inside the Chancellor's office? Well, there was a first time for everything.
"Good day, Knight Tano," one of the blue robed Senate guards greeted.
Then again, being called 'Knight' will never get old
"Hello. I'm here to see Senator Padme Amidala regarding her security detail for this afternoon."
"The Senate is currently in session, General. No one is allowed in the building at this time."
"I have clearance."
Of course, Ahsoka had planned on receiving that exact answer. She offered the guard her credentials.
"Very well. But I must insist on accompanying. Standard protocol."
Kriff, she hadn't planned on that. Time to improvise.
"You have to go check the landing platform outside," she whispered, waving her fingers ever so slightly.
"We need to go check the landing platform. Come on."
The two guards exited leaving Ahsoka free to do as she pleased. Entering the main hallway of the Senate building she took a right and found the main lift. She knew the way by now.
A quick stop on the seventh floor and a few left turns later, she punched in the security codes given by Padme and entered. The familiar trappings of political grandeur enveloped the senses but it hardly phased her. Across the room at the far end of the main living room lay the prize: a hatch leading to the ventilator system. One of the holo cameras had been secretly disabled in advance. As far as anyone knew, she was merely waiting for the illustrious Senator to show up.
"Well, I'm in. Time to see if I'll actually fit inside."
It would be a bit of a squeeze, even two years prior she'd probably fit easily. But time was of the essence. The Togruta used the Force to loosen the screws, opening the hatch. Crouching down, she went in head first, careful to shut it behind her.
As predicted, the ventilation system left little room to maneuver. Even a slight lifting of the head resulted in bumping it against the durasteel paneling. It was also difficult work from a physical standpoint. Though agile, flexible, and in shape Ahsoka nevertheless found herself having to climb vertically up more than a few passageways. The fact that the Chancellor's office was on the top floor added another layer of difficulty to this mission.
Luke better be buying the next lunch at Dex's after this
After what she estimated to be about twenty minutes worth of navigating, she used her senses in the Force to guide her way towards the precise location of the office. Even armed with the knowledge that Palpatine was a Sith Lord representing evil incarnate, the fact that she could detect no darkness or any essence of the dark side showed the dedication and skill the man possessed in hiding himself in plain sight.
Coming to the end of another intersection, Ahsoka noticed a light at the center to her left.
"Alright, here goes nothing," she said to herself.
Pressing forward, she reached the origin of the light source and peered down through a crossbar. A familiar desk, red carpet, black leather chair, alongside numerous ornaments and decorations came into view, partially obscured by the bars of the vent but visible nonetheless.
How am I going to place this thing?
The answer came unexpectedly and not in the most welcome manner. Pressing too much of her weight on the opening, she suddenly fell through barely clinging to the edge to avoid hitting the floor.
Thankfully a combination of youth, dexterity and Jedi training saved Ahsoka from total disaster. Hoisting herself back up, she climbed back into the ventilation shaft which now granted her access to a wide berth of the ceiling. She pulled out the holopiece Luke gave her, pressed the button and a silent red flash emanated from within indicating it had begun recording. With a simple movement, the piece was placed on an anonymous spot directly above the Chancellor's Suite which used a red projection screen used to track the progress of the Clone Wars using intelligence units and other military databases.
That should do it
Ahsoka used the Force to bring the row of bars back up into its proper place within the framework of the opening, making it seem like no one had ever been snooping around in the first place.
Wiping sweat off her brow, she hadn't realized how nerve racking the situation made her. Not even the toughest battle in the Clone Wars elicited such fear. Without looking back or a second thought, Ahsoka began her long trek back down to Padme's Office, dutifully ready for a trip to Naboo.
It was a small win, but an important one nonetheless. With the holopiece in place, if Sidious tried any funny business with Anakin they'd know about it.
Hopefully, the Sith Lord wouldn't.
So will Luke's plan work? Or will it come to ruin? Is Anakin falling to evil even earlier this time? And can this all be fixed?
Find out in October ;) and I might have a few more surprises for you guys then.
~The Wasp