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Chapter 87
🕑 Added 2024-12-22 18:20:11 +0000 UTCOrd Sigatt Orbit, Ord Sigatt System
Noonian Sector
Jedi Master Luminara Unduli’s face gave no hint of her inner unrest as she stared through the viewport of the shuttle. The shuttle’s cockpit was silent except for the low hum of its systems and the occasional crackle of the comm. Outside, the void was dominated by the immense silhouette of the Separatist superweapon. Her lightsaber felt heavy at her hip–nay, her entire body did–as if there was a great weight in the air, the very presence of the warship almost tangible force of its own. The Jedi Master could believe it.
She could feel the pilot’s nervous energy as they brought the shuttle closer, Clone Commander Gree’s jaw setting as they were brought alongside the massive behemoth lurking in the void, as if it took all of the clone’s willpower not to gawk like a new like a trooper on his first deployment.
“How generous of the Separatists,” the Clone Commander said tightly, “Inviting us to a tour of their latest superweapon.”
The superweapon was a battleship, longer than a Venator and twice as heavy. It was shaped like a tuning fork, two great prongs jutting out from the bow of the hull housing the two largest artillery pieces Luminara had ever seen put to space. She stared down their hollow throats, each large enough for their shuttle to fly down their lengths, and traced the lines of the hull, the glowing lines of power conduits and faint glimmers of running lights that seemed to pulse like the veins of a living thing.
Repair dogs and their remotes floated about it and crawled in and out of its guns like tiny, furious ants, coordinated by a small army of EVA suited engineers and technicians clambering throughout the network of gangways and catwalks spanning the length of the vessel. External and internal damage from its latest engagement, perhaps? But how so? There was no name plaque, but the mid-section of the dorsal prong bore a distinct emblem: a modified Separatist Hex, but from each of the six faces extended the reared head of a serpent, all snarling in a clockwise arrangement.
The shuttle lurched, captured by the warship’s tractor field, and was drawn closer and closer to the prongs–until they slipped into the space between them, engulfing the shuttle in darkness. The only light source now was the bright horizon of stars bound top and bottom by the prongs, and the small, glowing hangar bay at the end of the tunnel, from which a steady traffic of repair drones buzzed to-and-fro. The heavy weight she felt before was now magnified tenfold, like being crushed by an ocean’s depths.
“Take it as a sign of goodwill, Gree,” Master Luminara murmured softly, “Not all intentions are borne out of hostility.”
Clone Commander Gree was silent, all but pressing his face against the viewports as he inspected the superweapon’s dark underbelly.
“...Something of interest, Commander?”
“–I hate to speculate, General,” Gree replied after a brief hesitation, “But this looks to me like Anx technology.”
Commander Gree took his name from an obscure alien species deep in the Outer Rim, known as the Gree. It was fitting, after all the 41st Elite Corps specialised in far-afield deployments on alien worlds, such as Teth, and Gree himself soon became an expert on rather esoteric alien cultures to better prepare for the hostile environments the 41st became known for operating in. As for ‘Gree’, the clone figured that if anyone recognized the source of the name, he would know they shared his interest in alien culture.
Which was why if Gree figured he had an insight to the nature of the weapon they were dealing with, Master Luminara was more than willing to humble herself to the expertise of her Clone Commander.
“The Anx?” she wondered, “The same Anx of Anx Space?”
“The very same,” he nodded, narrowing his eyes, “Their homeworld–Gravlex Med–is a high-gravity world, and to get off-world, they had to build massive cannons to launch their vessels into orbit. But to counteract their homeworld’s gravitational field, they had to specialise in tech that directly acts against it: repulsors, tractor beams, and the like.”
“You’re saying–”
“This weapon is nothing more than an oversized mass driver,” Gree finished, “As Republic Intelligence has suspected… but to think they would use gravitic technology to accomplish the feats they were able to… I would hazard the Seppies seeked Anx expertise–if the Anx did not have a frontal role in the engineering of this thing in the first place.”
“It appears the Battle Hydra is getting more than he bargained for,” Master Luminara mused lightly, tone neutral as the shuttle drew closer.
“I thought the Seps are doing this out of goodwill, General?”
The docking protocols engaged, and the metallic hiss of the landing clamps echoed through the hold. A moment later, the shuttle’s ramp lowered with a hiss of decompression, revealing a welcoming party already waiting at the end of the docking corridor.
Master Luminara stood up, a slight tug at her lips, “That doesn’t mean we should be, Commander.”
Luminara brushed off her dress, stepping down the ramp with Commander Gree close behind her. The air aboard the warship was sharp and sterile, the faint hum of the ship’s systems a constant undercurrent. A tall, stern Human officer stood at the forefront, his grey uniform pristine and sharply creased, and shoulder patch bearing the mark of a commander. Behind him, droids and Skakoan naval commandos flanked the corridor in silent formation. The officer stepped forward, inclining his head slightly in a gesture that could almost be mistaken for respect.
“General Unduli,” he greeted, his voice smooth but cold, “Welcome aboard the Conqueress. Commander Gnifmak Dymurra, at your service. The Admiral is eager to meet you.”
“I trust this visit will proceed without incident,” she said evenly.
Dymurra’s lips curved in a faint smile that didn’t reach his eyes, “The Confederacy did not unite the Outer Rim in common cause by force, Master Jedi. Diplomacy is greatly valued here, rest assured.”
“Some of the Confederacy’s generals fail to hold that sentiment in high esteem, Commander Dymurra.”
“Which is why you are here, and not them,” the officer replied politely.
They moved deeper into the ship, the Jedi General’s detail of clone troopers falling in lockstep with the Separatist escort. Clone Commander Gree had refastened his helmet, more than likely to hide his roving gaze as he analysed the Conqueress from the inside out. As did Master Luminara, extending her senses out to feel her way through the corridors and make a mental map of the warship’s interior. For a battleship of this size, however, its interior accommodations were surprisingly small, with almost claustrophobic compartments and hallways.
Almost as if all the livable spaces had to be shoved out of the way to make room for something else… something large. Every passageway felt like a compromise, as if the living quarters and operational spaces had been deliberately minimized.
Her suspicions deepened when she noticed the abundance of maintenance doors lining the walls. Each was sealed tight, reinforced with bulkheads and clearly marked with warning signs. Then there were the Skakoan combat engineers stationed at intervals along these corridors, scanning her party through their inscrutable pressure suits as they passed.
Well, it’s now clear what role the Techno Union played in the making of this ship.
Just then, Commander Gree fell into step beside her, his voice a low murmur transmitted through her commlink, “General, I’ve been tracking our movement relative to the exterior hull. According to my scans, we’ve been circling around a massive hollow section that takes up most of the ship’s body.”
“The size is impressive,” Luminara noted out loud. Dymurra didn’t deign to comment.
“And judging by the bulkheads…” Gree continued inconspicuously, “I’d hazard that the space isn’t habitable either. It’s a huge vacuum.”
This weapon’s projectiles aren’t plasma or ionic in nature, Luminara mused silently, they were very much physical slugs. And judging by the size of the barrels we just saw… the vacuum hold was more than likely a gigantic ammunition locker. The ship was likely rearmed through a huge cargo door on the ventral surface, directly connected to outer space. The physical slugs–each the size of a tenement block–would then be stored in a zero-gravity, vacuum hold in the centre of the hull, before being fed into the guns.
“...Hah,” Commander Gree said aloud, likely reaching the same conclusion as her, “What a ‘battleship’ this is. She’s just a shell, and what–seventy, eighty percent empty vacuum? One well-placed shot will rip this warship to shreds.”
Gnifmak Dymurra’s shoulders tensed, but he did not deny the claim, “Which was why Conqueress was target-locked not once at Taris.”
“Does she even have enough room for a hypermatter-annihilator reactor?” Gree pressured further.
The most powerful hypermatter reactors–ones able to sufficiently power a capital ship–were notoriously difficult to house due to their always-spherical shape, and the Republic Navy’s latest warship, the Victory-class, was known for their reactors bulging out from the bottom of their hull. Ironically enough, the Venator-class Star Destroyer–which was also vastly empty inside due to its central hangar–faced a similar issue. Venators did possess hypermatter reactors, however, albeit with similar compromises.
“Restricted information, I am afraid,” Commander Dymurra slowed to a halt just before a turbolift lobby, his posture not betraying a hint, “Please, after you.”
The ride up was a silent one, save for two Skakoan commandos exchanging terse words in their native tongue. They were watching her closely, or rather Gree, as though expecting him to pry even more. He did not.
Nevertheless, the dorsal superstructure presiding over the warship was far more fitting for accommodations of a warship of this calibre. As soon as the turbolift emptied out, Master Luminara could feel as if she had just stepped out of a mechanical shop and into proper crew quarters. The corridors were more spacious, more brightly lit, with a constant traffic of uniformed personnel rather than combat fatigues and engineering coveralls.
“Is it safe to show us so much of the vessel?” she couldn’t help but question.
“I advised against it,” Dymurra’s answer was clipped, showing her to a door, “I will have to ask for your detail to remain here. The Clone Commander may join you.”
That was acceptable. The door opened, and they stepped into the compartment.
There was a small table draped in the most vibrant purple silk tablecloth waiting for them, and a dead man standing on the other side.
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There wasn’t anywhere on Conqueress acceptable to entertain guests. Most of the ship beneath the bridge module was reserved for the ammunition hold, and what’s in the limited superstructure was already crammed with all the necessary crew accommodations necessary to maintain the vast engineering corps keeping this overdesigned piece of shit running properly.
Seeing how I couldn’t very well host a Jedi Master in a mess hall or a command bridge, I compromised by commandeering one of the larger unused cabins. There was a table, but nothing to cover it with. Seeing as I wanted to make a good impression on the woman I’m hoping would turn the tide of the battle at Serenno later on, I had to improvise.
The single most expensive piece of cloth onboard Conqueress was my purple Onderon silk cloak. These days, I’m not really in the business of sucking up to superiors as I was before, so I might as well give the disused piece of silk some purpose. Besides, the House of Bonteri was in the business of silk back on Onderon anyway, and I was planning on pivoting to Ootoolan weave for personal fashion after the war too.
Don’t ask me how the stupid thing survived the Battle of Rendili. I don’t know. Hare magically procured it from her dimensional storage at Manaan, with something along the lines of the thing being with me since I was a child. I glanced at my feet, and the LEP droid in question stared up at me. What a little incomprehensible thing you are.
I heard the door open.
“Welcome!” I snapped up, beckoning in my guests, “Come, come! Sit.”
Master Luminara sat, the Clone Commander did not. What’s his name, again? Shit.
“I am Admiral Rain Bonteri,” the words rolled off my tongue easily, “Though ‘Admiral’ is a new addition.”
“I am Jedi Master Luminara Unduli,” the Jedi Master reciprocated, “And this is my Clone Commander, Gree. Gree, you can take off your helmet now.”
The clone removed his green-painted helmet, revealing… well, a clone, but with two thick stripes of reddish-brown atop his head rather than the usual black buzz most cloned troopers wore. I’m guessing this one is more individualistic than most.
“Nice to meet you,” I vaguely waved a hand, “I’m afraid I don’t have any refreshments…”
“May I ask how you survived Rendili?” Master Luminara leaned forward, a gleam of curiosity in her eyes, “Everybody in the Republic thinks you’re dead. Is Calli Trilm alive too?”
With dumb luck,” I answered honestly, having reimagined that horrible affair over and over again every time I slept, “And with the help of some extremely capable droids. As for Calli Trilm… you would know more than I in that regard, I’m afraid.”
“The HoloNet reported her dead,” her lips twitched, “But then again so were you… Rendili was a messy affair, you understand. Especially the post-battle clean up.”
“You have captured my interest,” I narrowed my eyes, “How so? If you would, of course.”
“The Jedi and the Navy don’t exactly cooperate nicely, but you would know that,” Master Luminara explained, “The less said about the prisoners Honor Salima’s Home Fleet took, the better… most were executed on the spot. Calli Trilm’s mad charge hadn’t exactly earned her favours, you understand. The prisoners taken by Obi-Wan Kenobi’s Open Circle Fleet, however… though few, I have it on good authority Jedi Command offered them asylum so as to escape the horrors of whatever Republic Intelligence had waiting for them.”
I could feel a tiny bud of hope blossom in my chest, but crushed it underfoot the next moment. There was no point hoping against hope. That time had long passed.
“You wouldn’t know where they were taken, would you?”
The Jedi Master shook her head regretfully, “I’m afraid only the Jedi High Council is privy to that information. You would have better luck asking Master Adi Gallia–this sort of thing is her field of expertise.”
Despite doing my best not to hope, I deflated at the news anyway, “Well, it soothes me to know some of my comrades survived that ordeal… In any case, I hope we could have a fruitful discussion about our future cooperation today; I understand I’m no Admiral Trench, but–”
“–What does Admiral Trench have to do with this?” Commander Gree cut in tersely.
I glanced at him, then back to the Mirialan Jedi, “You were not informed? Maybe it’s the timing…”
“What happened?” the stern-faced clone was leaning so far over he almost slammed a palm on my tablecloth.
I raised my hands up in surrender, “Admiral Trench had negotiated the safe passage of his Second Fleet Group to transit the Salin Corridor with Jedi General Rahm Kota. If he continued to Botajef, he should be meeting the Expeditionary Fleet there right about now.”
Commander Gree’s jaw tightened, his gloved fingers curling into a fist as he processed the revelation. His gaze snapped to Master Luminara, his tone edged with disbelief. Master Luminara’s expression remained impassive, though a flicker of concern crossed her eyes.
“General Kota allowed the Old Spider to transit the Salin Corridor? That’s... treasonous at worst, reckless at best!”
“Commander,” she said calmly, grabbing Gree’s arm to steady him, “We don’t yet have the full context. Let’s not leap to conclusions.”
The Jedi Master then looked at me, boring straight through my eyes, “And I’m sure you will gladly provide said context, Admiral?”
I blew out a harsh breath, mentally and physically preparing for the conversation ahead. How the hell did you do it, Trench? Then again, he was like… a six-feet tall bipedal spider. When Trench spoke, people tended to listen, whether they liked it or not, especially when every primal instinct in your body was screaming at you to not get eaten.
“As I had briefly explained before,” I started off lightly, “Count Dooku’s Serenno Government is an unrecognised splinter state of the Confederacy. Admiral Trench and General Kota must have found common ground. After all, there is no reason for the Second Fleet Group and the Expeditionary Fleet to fight when they have a common enemy.”
“War is rarely that simple, I am afraid,” Master Luminara returned, equally lightly, “Nor is Master Rahm Kota that sort of character. If that maverick allowed Trench through, then there must be something larger at play–large enough that Master Kota decided the severity of it outweighed the risks.”
I eyed the demure Jedi Master, then the stone-cold Clone Commander. They played a very natural carrot and stick, even if they did not intend for it. There was a pause as I mulled over whether to take the plunge, a pause that Commander Gree decided was far too long. I would hear none of it, however, and as soon as the stick opened his mouth, I decided to take the plunge.
“It’s because the Expeditionary Fleet is about to collapse,” I prophesied, “And General Kota wants Admiral Trench to save as many Jedi as possible before or during it.”
“Collapse–” Commander Gree startled, “What sort of–!”
Master Luminara raised a hand, stilling him like a dog, “I am afraid we will need context for the context, Admiral.”
“...Hare?” I opened a hand to my side.
The clone’s expression sharpened as he snapped down to the two rabbit ears just poking above the table. Oh yeah, my droid’s able to escape an elite trooper’s senses… what the fuck are you, Hare?
The LEP droid in question reached into her storage compartment and produced a tablet and holoprojector, depositing them both in my palm. I carefully brought both devices to the table, sliding them onto the silk and hooking them up.
“We intercepted this from Coruscant,” I offered the Jedi Master the tablet, “Read at your own pleasure. It is the exact same thing Trench showed Rahm Kota.”
Master Luminara’s eyes hovered over the front page, and her expression slowly went blank. The air went stagnant, as if the Force was bringing all airflow to a halt. I felt a sudden and urgent urge to increase the ventilation in the compartment, but put the suffocating sensation aside to inspect Luminara’s expression. Unfortunately, if she was a Jedi Master of anything, it was being a master of the poker face. It was as if I was watching a statue, the only evidence of life being her thumb scrolling the tablet.
“General?” Commander Gree questioned.
“I am afraid I will have to keep this from you for now, Commander,” her voice was flat as still water.
“Understood, sir.”
“–And…” Master Luminara’s gaze flicked up to mine, “...how exactly will the Expeditionary Fleet collapse?”
I could tell that Gree was immediately curious about his General’s sudden receptive attitude the the outlandish claim, but had more than enough discipline to remain still.
“I suspect that it will come by way of one of the Grand Army’s contingency’s codes,” I leaned back, far far back, and knitted my fingers together, “I assume you have heard of them?”
“I am surprised you know of them,” Master Luminara replied.
“I wasn’t certain they existed,” I shrugged, but spoke honestly. There was no reason not to. “And besides, I only know one by name and purpose. Order Sixty-Six.”
Both Jedi and Clone Commander paused… or rather, the Clone Commander paused. The Jedi already had all the posture of a lifelike statue. Despite that, Commander Gree waited for Luminara to wordlessly place down the tablet–the manifesto–to speak, heeding an unsaid permission.
“Reason for it aside, only the Supreme Commander could issue that order,” Gree said slowly, as if explaining to a child, “And it would never work besides. Even if there had been some disagreements, the Jedi are still the generals and heroes of the Grand Army, if not the Republic. Nobody in their right mind would betray it.”
“With no disrespect, Commander,” I started, “But I was under the impression cloned troopers were trained to obey every order, as long as they come from the proper authority.”
Bred. Bred to obey. That was left unspoken, but they knew what I really meant.
Clone Commander Gree bristled, “The Clone Army has fought with the Jedi for two years now. I will admit that some may obey, but many will not, and definitely not the Grand Army.”
“I see…”
This complicates things. The only thing I knew about these ‘contingency orders’ was basically a single scene in Episode III, and even then, my memory grows fuzzy. I had entertained the idea of intercepting Order 66 as it left Coruscant with PRIESTESS, but that would immediately blow PRIESTESS’ cover, and there were at least sixty-five more contingency orders, one or two of which Palpatine could fall back on to accomplish a similar feat. For all I could know, there were hundreds, thousands more contingency orders to account for every conceivable… well, contingency.
Then, what about replacing Order 66 with another order, one beneficial to us? PRIESTESS’ existence would still be revealed, but there was almost certainly an order to overthrow the current administration or something… right? Except… we don’t know the authentication key of each contingency order.
For example, Order 66 could only be issued by the Supreme Chancellor… but there were certainly more keys than that. It was simply multiple-factor authentication. The Chancellor was one thing, but what if he was issuing the order under duress, or was unfit for duty? What if the transmission was faked?
The Supreme Chancellor’s voice and image–biometrics–were one key. Was the exact frequency of the hyperwave another key? Was there also a transponder ID, biscuit code, and approval from the Vice Chair? These sort of drastic measures required checks and balances, so that they could not be abused.
And not all contingency orders would have the same authentication keys, that was for certain. A hypothetical order to depose the Supreme Chancellor, for example, should only be issued by another party. A Senate majority? The Security Council? The Supreme Court? The Strategic Planning Amphitheatre? A mix of all four?
These sorts of things were most likely kept on the most need-to-know basis, under heavy lock and key. PRIESTESS was omnipresent, not omnipotent. She can’t do the impossible, such as finding out about every possible contingency order in existence, finding out their respective authentication keys, and forging said keys–at least not in any reasonable timespan.
But most importantly of all…
“Should the Supreme Commander issue such an order,” I looked Luminara Unduli dead in the eye, “The Clone Army will obey. The Grand Army may or may not, but the Clone Army will. I say this with an absolute certainty.”
Both of them opened their mouths to talk, but I pressed forth.
“No, I don’t know how,” I continued, “Nor do I know why. But I know it will happen. I put my faith in this outcome as much as you put your faith in the Force. I have no reason to lie.”
“...If you know about this,” Master Luminara tapped the manifesto with her knuckle, “Then so does Republic Intelligence, almost certainly. Why hasn’t the Supreme Commander issued such an order already?”
Commander Gree shifted, but said nothing. It was actually impressive. If I was in his position, I would be leaping out of my skin in equal parts worry and curiosity.
“I don’t know, Master Jedi,” I purposefully leaked a touch of real, pent-up frustration into my voice, “I don’t know. I can only suspect he is waiting for something, or someone. Waiting for a moment, the moment this… conspiracy is sprung, giving him cause for action. At that moment, he will strike… and the Expeditionary Fleet will fall into chaos.”
“Can we warn them?” Luminara asked, “Or warn the Jedi Temple?”
“They both know, I suspect,” I replied, “Look at the names in that document. Everyone involved knows the risks. They’ve already thrown the coin, and are waiting to see how it lands.”
“Barriss…” she murmured, “Adi had taken Barriss under her wing.”
“So she has.”
The Mirialan Jedi looked at me, “And this was part of your plan as well? Barriss is in the know–to all of this?”
“Master Jedi,” I smiled sheepishly, “Barriss created this plan. The spy network we used to intercept this document–it’s all Barriss Offee.”
“...”
“Master Jedi,” I tried again, “The Jedi Temple is out of our hands, and we can only put our trust in Barriss and Master Gallia to pull through. We are, however, in the position to influence the fate of the Expeditionary Fleet. This is what General Rahm Kota realised, and this is what I hope you realise now.”
Master Luminara’s face remained impassive, but I could see the gears turning behind her sapphire eyes. Her tattooed fingers rested lightly on the edge of the manifesto, unmoving, save for the faintest. Was it tension? Hesitation? Perhaps a flicker of doubt? I wasn’t sure. The Jedi were trained to control their emotions, to mask their thoughts, but even the best of them weren’t infallible. And I had spent my entire adult life learning to read people.
I rested my elbows on the tablecloth, the silk so smooth it took more effort to prevent said elbows from sliding, squinting at her. Her breathing was steady but shallow. The faint twitch of her brow. The way her eyes flicked, ever so slightly, to Commander Gree, then back to the document.
She’s weighing the risk, I thought. The risk of acting. The risk of not acting.
This was the part of the plan that always went wrong. People could be influenced, convinced, but people–even the most straight-laced of them–were also unpredictable. For all my careful planning, for all my confidence in the information I presented, and the way I presented them… everything could be undone with a single rogue thought. I felt a cold knot of doubt coil in my stomach.
There was always the chance I had overplayed my hand.
And all the while, Commander Gree stood like a statue beside her, his silence as deliberate as hers. Yet his tension was palpable, the slight tightening of his jaw and the rigidity in his stance betraying the storm brewing beneath his calm exterior. Like a dog awaiting their order.
Then, suddenly, Master Luminara Unduli straightened, and I snapped upright in response. She handed the manifesto to the clone beside her, her gaze not once straying from mine.
“Admiral Bonteri…” she started, “You are the best naval tactician I know. How do you suggest we save the day?”
Comments
Straven
Plus the way he treats droids is very clearly better by far from most biological's do. Don't doubt many droids trust and respect him more then most.
Straven
One I'm honestly loving. Little things one of my favorite sides!
StarBat
Eh. 50/50 she trusts Barris had good reason to do so.
Andri Gschwend
Always has been
KevKev
At this point Hare could 1v1 Palpatine
Jan Ullrich
The droid conspiracy grows. (A secret society of sentient droids controlling the galaxy far far away)
TwoJacksAndAnAce
We need an R2 Hare duo chapter, when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object.
TwoJacksAndAnAce
Or is it?!
Von Harley
Rains definitely underplaying his involvement a little bit there lol
Hailhound
Lmao luminaries being like “you told Barris, she’s a part of this?!?” And he’s just like “madam, this is ALL Bariss. It’s her idea, she’s the one who got the spike into Priestess for us to get all your battle plans and allowed the fight to go on long enough for it to be clear Palpatine needs to be removed. She told Adi Gallia that the Sith they’re looking for is Palpatine. She gave us this document with all the conspirators names. It’s all Bariss. Bariss is the true leader of the confederacy, not Tann.
Isabel
I thought the same about putting trust in gree but it doesn’t really matter. He’s loyal to Luminara and wouldn’t report anything to anyone higher up, they already know about the contingency codes anyway it seems and if order 66 gets activated gree would follow the order anyway. Really they don’t lose anything by telling gree, but by telling him they definitely gain another person working on the problem.
N0T0B0K
By god I hope Hare stays with Rain and doesn't die at some point. But since she is a beloved character, there's a good chance she will die.
Von Harley
I imagine it still follows the general idea of it being based on a chip. Rain may only have knowledge of the primary films, but the universe still roughly seems to include media like the Clone Wars as well, which would make sense since Ahsoka exists
A⊄Pow(A)
In Clone Wars cartoon, even the closest of clones were still susceptible to their order 66 chips. The exceptions were those that had their chips physically damaged or removed. We don't quite know what form order 66 is taking in this fic though. Solid bet it's not something they can simply resist though as that would go against canon.
Bishop7053
Or because said betrayal is being used to save the jedi, it could be her faith in her apprentice that allows her to put her trust in Rain. Could be the whole reason Miirth had the jedi in the situation be luminara because she had a connection through barris to Rain
Bishop7053
With faith put in Gree, would be cool to see the more individualistic clones side with jedi against their brothers just to have another big of civil war thrown into the mix.
Charles L
When will Palpatine pull the trigger? Without Anakin on his side and the walls closing in, I bet he'll do it when the Jedi confront Dooku over Serenno. Dooku is still a useable piece to preserve, even if the situation isn't ideal.
Von Harley
Luminara hearing that her own former apprentice helped enact this whole plan was fascinating to read. I wonder if it at all feels like a sense of betrayal.
elsicava
it's a joke
Joel
Did star wars universe have dimensional storage? Or is Hare the most interesting thing in the entire story now.
Mrsean22
Well this could turn in interesting ways. Luminara is putting a lot of trust in Gree by showing the evidence to him. Does make me curious on how Gree is seeing this. Basically seeing this big conspiracy of the Jedi getting supporters if Palpatine doesn't give up his emergency powers while seeing another conspiracy of Palpatine getting more power to himself and hoping to kill the Jedi. Like with this information where would clones go to? If nothing else Rain has got Luminara attention and support on this with getting Rains expertise on Fleet combat.
Michael K
I love the build up of tension to the final line. Everything is coming together for the grand finale. I'm still dreading Order 66 though - surely that Chekov's gun is still going to be pulled?
Voligne
Hare is just REALLY good at her job. The best money can buy. It probably also helps that Rain isn't in the habit of doing memory wipes on droids he is fond of.
Voligne
Together they fight crime.
elsicava
She didn't. Her fleet did. It's not so uncommon, especially here on Earth. You take prisoners, but don't have space or food for them, or maybe you just don't feel like keeping prisoners... just shoot them dead and mark them off as killed in combat. Recall Rendili, the Home Fleet's comms were frazzled up and jammed, and everyone was still reeling from Calli's mad rush and the absolute carnage of the battle. Honor Salima ordered her fleet to comb the wreckage for prisoners, but whose to stop some vengeful gunners from popping escape pods? What about hangar crews summarily executing POWs and citing they were resisting capture and killed them out of self-defence? These aren't clones like in the Open Circle Fleet, remember, and they aren't so disciplined. (And unlike the OCF the HF was in the thickest and worst of the fighting too) They're exercising revenge. Whose going call them out on it? Whose going to stop them?
Asharzal
Okay, so Honor Salima executed most of the prisoners she took on the spot. Is she a bloody idiot? That opened the door to all kinds of nasty things happening to captured Republic personnel. Also Obi-Wan of all people having perhaps saved the life of Calli is awesome.
SuperbOwl67
Rain turning the CIS Hex into a hydra is some great graphic design work. 10 out of 10 quality. Luminara and Gree entering gave me the same vibes as Vader in the banquet hall on Bespin. Rain clearly shares that dramatic instinct.
Trailblazer
...Is Hare the Random Omnipotent Being that isekaied Rain into the Star Wars universe?
