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Chapter 41
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It was not long after the departure of the senatorial delegation did Yoda receive peremptory summons from the Office of the Supreme Chancellor.
The reason for the summon was without explanation, but conveyed all due urgency with the lack of protocol-approved language accepted and expected for such communications. Regardless, it wasn't a meeting he anticipated with any kind of pleasure. More and more of late it seemed the Jedi were being drawn into politics, into matters of legislation and legalese that had never been their arena.
The Jedi were sworn to uphold the Republic and protect its ideals, not entangle themselves in the fortunes of any one Chancellor.
But that thousand year paradigm had changed. Changed by Chancellor Palpatine–not because he was a bully or a strongman as some had feared he would become. Quite the contrary, in fact; Palpatine was constantly resisting the Senate's growing desire for him to assume more and more executive powers. He resisted, the Senate insisted, and he was forced to acquiesce. And every time he acquiesced, he turned once more to the Jedi for advice.
It was hardly an ideal situation. The Jedi Council was not just another branch of the executive office; a claim growing thinner every passing day, according to cynical holonews services.
But how, in good conscience, could they refuse to aid a man who had so humbly begged for their help? A man who championed them in the Senate at every opportunity, against ever louder voices? A man who had worked tirelessly for peace since assuming the highest political post in the galaxy and was now faced with the terrifying task of keeping their flagging Republic afloat?
How could the Jedi Council turn its back on such a man?
Clearly, it couldn't. Clearly, in the face of these daunting times, the Jedi must set aside their traditions and come to the aid of the man a galaxy looked to as its saviour.
But that didn't mean they had to be happy about it.
“Forgive me when I say this, Master,” Master Gallia murmured as they made their way through the bewildering maze of corridors to Supreme Chancellor Palpatine's executive suite, “But the summons only asked for you. I may find myself unwelcome.”
“Attend you will, Master Galia,” Yoda said firmly, “In these unfamiliar times, your expertise is a welcomed necessity.”
“Unwelcome times,” the Tholothian replied softly, “The very fact that my expertise is welcomed bodes poorly for our Order.”
When the Jedi Order accepted the Republic’s call to war, even the most consular Knights and Masters were forced to take up their lightsabers and depart for battle. The Jedi were oathsworn to do so. They were dying now to uphold that sacred oath. No sacrifice would be too great to ensure the survival of peace and the Republic. Master Adi Gallia would’ve been no exception, even if she was self-admittedly poor in combat and even if it took months of training to refamiliarise herself with the skills she lost.
Then came the Battle of Christophsis, and just like that Master Gallia had to stow her saber once more and resign herself to defending the standing of the Jedi Order in the halls of politics, against growing condemnation and louder denunciation. Even now, her personal war of words and favours were the only things keeping the Order’s reputation clawing itself back up the mountain from which it fell, rather than plummeting into the abyss.
For that, Yoda could never be more grateful.
Yet still, even the ancient Jedi Master had no positive response to Master Gallia’s statement. A bleak feeling, made worse as they entered the crimson opulence of the Chancellor’s suite… and as Master Adi Gallia smoothed her expression and poise into that not of a Jedi, but of a seasoned politician not one twitch out of place of the oppressive decor. Perhaps it was merely habit by now, and nothing indicative of Master Gallia’s increasing distance from the Temple, but Yoda still could not avoid the sinking feeling that he had just witnessed the death of another Jedi.
Killed, not by the enemy, but by the failures of the Order she served.
Yoda expelled himself of such dangerous thoughts, even as he took in the bleeding palette of the office antechamber. An unexpected choice of colour scheme for such an unpretentious man. He had asked the Chancellor about it, once, to satiate his curiosity.
“When I think of my new responsibilities I grow cold with fear,” Palpatine had said, “Red grants me the illusion that I am warm.”
Senator Mon Mothma of Chandrila was waiting in the otherwise empty antechamber, dressed in her emblematic swan white raiment. Her face immediately brightened upon noticing their entrance, leaping to her feet to greet them.
“Master Gallia! And, of course, Master Yoda…” she breathed out, flicking her attention towards the diminutive Jedi briefly as if in afterthought, “What a mercy it is to see you again. The Chancellor’s summons must have been a surprise, but I assure you there is a good reason for them.”
Master Gallia showed none of the displeasure she displayed before, an affable cordiality gracing her features as she took the Senator’s hands and cradled them, “Likewise, Senator. We were most concerned when we recognised the unusual nature of the summon’s writing. I assume you have your suspicions concerning the subject of these summons?”
“I am afraid so, Master Jedi,” Senator Mothma nodded gravely, “A terrible revelation that could threaten everything my colleagues are striving for on Onderon.”
With the absence of Senator Organa and Senator Amidala, Mon Mothma was one of the last major pillars of the Loyalist Committee remaining on Coruscant. As a woman closely involved with the debates over many affairs not excluding the Republic’s security, it should not have been a surprise that she was also summoned.
Before Yoda or Adi could reply, the doors to Palpatine's office opened and Sly Moore stepped into the antechamber, her needle-like irises piercing as ever as she took in each of them.
"Master Jedi, Senator Mothma," she said politely, "The Supreme Chancellor will see you now."
The gravity of the situation was made apparent the moment Yoda saw the Director of Republic Military Intelligence, Armand Isard, in the office, apparently having just given a report to the Chancellor. And the Chancellor… Palpatine was in a worse state than Yoda had ever seen him in. Almost slumped in his chair, the Chancellor of the Republic tiredly massaged his forehead as he acknowledged the entrance of the Jedi, the creases of his face deep and taut with feverish anxiety.
“Master Jedi… I am afraid I had let my guard down,” Palpatine admitted, “I… I had made the grave mistake of believing being so close to peace meant we were at peace. Director Isard, could you please show our Jedi friends the images from Foerost?”
Foerost. One of the largest shipyards in the galaxy, and one that had sided with the Separatist Alliance. Republic forces had swiftly blockaded the world after the Battle of Geonosis in hope that the lack of supplies would strangle the shipyards into submission, or at least obscurity. One this was for certain; the Republic did not have the resources to assault an armed orbital structure of this calibre. If there was news coming from Foerost, Yoda thought, it could not be good.
A series of highly annotated holo-images shimmered into existence above the Chancellor’s desk, and Director Isard seized the opportunity to elaborate before any of their untrained eyes decided to ask the obvious question–what are we looking at?
“What you are seeing here,” Armand Isard spoke plainly, “Are signs of activity in all two-hundred of Foerost’s construction docks. The Techno Union is building a secret fleet five hours south of Coruscant. Considering the size of each dock and other observations, each ship is at the very least equivalent to a Providence-class dreadnought.”
Yoda stared at the floor, both hands grasping his gimer stick. What answer could he have to that? This was not what the Jedi were summoned for, no, but Yoda felt the need to say something nonetheless.
“Unforeseen was this development,” at the very least, he could assuage the Chancellor’s self-blame, “Made a mistake, we all did. Breathe out we did, before we were even safe.”
“Unforeseen, yes,” the Chancellor murmured as Mas Amedda shuffled into the office, “And by the Jedi as well, no less… ah, my friend, good news I hope?”
The Chagrian Vice Chair shook his head grimly, “The Oversight Committees were insistent. The Media Security Act must be passed before the Senate hears this. There is already a majority support in the committees and Core-aligned factions.”
“Bill!” Senator Mothma rebuked, “It has not been introduced to the Senate, and will remain a bill if we have anything to say of it!
“Media Security… Bill,” Master Gallia crossed her arms, “I dislike the word ‘security.’ It’s a pretty little wrapping the committees like to use to thinly disguise a new version of tyranny.”
“Because it is tyranny!” Mothma insisted, hands frantic, “This bill will essentially nationalise all media outlets in the Republic! First the media, and then it's the end of all private enterprises in the Republic! Can’t we see? It sets a precedent that cannot pass!”
“Senator Mothma,” Mas Amedda said without emotion, “I am afraid the bill already has enough support to pass in the Senate. Expected key opponents such as your allies Senator Amidala, Senator Organa, and Senator Breemu are absent, and Chandrila cannot shoulder the opposition alone.”
“Chancellor!” Senator Mothma pleaded in a last ditch effort, “If the bill reaches your table, you must veto it! Else… else you would be putting your signature to the end of democracy in the Republic!”
“An odd notion, Senator, considering the bill is going to pass through the democratic body,” Director Armand commented softly, purposefully, “Chancellor, I find myself in agreement with the Oversight Committees. If the media catches wind of an enemy fleet mere hours away from their worlds, it will be pandemonium in the Core. Our home armadas have been sent to the front, and the Deep Core Reserve is nowhere to be seen. We cannot afford any disruption in public order, not with the Separatists as skittish as we are, with the ongoing summit.”
Chancellor Palpatine looked up at the Jedi with distress in his eyes, caught between the airlock and hard vacuum. There was an urgent hope he conveyed, as if expecting the Jedi to have some miraculous solution for his predicament.
“Wait,” Master Gallia tried to unwound the tension, though her swaying tendrils betrayed her uneasiness, “Director, care to explain how the Separatists are building a fleet from scratch while under siege?”
“It had been a shameful oversight,” Director Armand admitted sourly, “Unlike most shipyard worlds, Foerost is largely uninhabited. With no extraction regulations or limits, the entire planet serves as a resource source for its shipyards.”
“Communicating with their government, Foerost is not,” Master Yoda asserted, “Under siege they are.”
“Master Yoda is right,” Mon Mothma latched onto the argument, “There isn’t any way Foerost knows about the state of the galaxy. They still think they are at war! Can’t we contact them?”
“They won’t believe anything less than Dooku himself, and you know that, Senator,” Director Isard clenched his tablet tightly, “Aside from that inconvenient fact; we have already tried. The Foerost Shipyards have cut all communications. They are utterly unresponsive to all of our attempts.”
“Well, are there any signs at all that the Techno Union is planning to use this fleet of theirs?” the desperate Senator tried one last time.
“None at all. That is the only good news,” Isard replied, “But you know as well as I how selective the Core is in their hearing. Chancellor, there is no other recourse; you must sign the bill into law when it passes. We are nearly at peace. Once we are, this law will be gone with your Administration. One last sacrifice, Chancellor.”
Slowly, painfully, Palpatine removed himself from his chair to stand staring through the transparisteel window into Coruscant's teeming sky, hands clasped behind his back, chin sunk to his velvet robes.
“Do you know, my friends,” he said at last, breaking the heavy silence, “There are times when I begin to doubt I have the strength to go on.”
“Don’t say that!” Mas Amedda exclaimed frantically, “Without you the Republic would have already fallen!”
“The Speaker is correct, Chancellor,” Mon Mothma hastily seconded, “This is not your failure. If there is anybody to blame than bad fortune, it is Intelligence for failing to reveal this threat, and the Senate for overreacting. They–we–are the ones who have failed the Republic, not you.”
The fact that Director Isard did not move to protest was begrudging agreement in of itself.
“But I have failed!” Palpatine retorted loudly, swinging around, “I have failed, by allowing the Senate to ‘overreact’ again and again and again! In the name of defence, in the name of protection, in the name of security! I stand before you as the Supreme Chancellor of the Republic, but I also stand before you as the man who is tearing down the Republic’s Constitution bit by bit! We are this close to putting the dreadful war behind us. This close! And yet I must still sign my name on the corpse of another of the Republic’s democratic institutions?”
“That’s untrue!” Mon Mothma turned to the Jedi for help, “You can still veto the bill, not to mention, it hasn’t even been introduced to the Senate yet! You have my word, Chancellor–I will fight against this bill with everything I have. I will not let Padmé and Bail return to a Republic where her citizens' voices are no longer theirs.”
Just as slowly as he stood up, Palpatine returned to his chair, composing himself with a hint of shame, “I must confess you surprise me, Senator. Given your close relationship with Senator Amidala, I wasn't entirely certain you still supported me.”
Senator Mothma laughed bitterly, “It is true the Senator from Naboo and I have disagreed with you on several critical issues, especially during the Separatist Crisis. But neither of us have ever denied that you were only doing what you thought was right for the Republic. Neither of us could have begun to imagine what it must be like sitting in the chair you are now, trying to keep us ‘safe’ yet ‘free’ at the same time.”
“An easy road to walk, it is not,” Yoda agreed, “No shame there is, in stumbling once so often. Stand up again, you still can.”
“That’s right,” Master Gallia glared at Director Isard, daring him to argue, “You can still widen the road. Compromise with the committees. The bill is still a mere draft. It can still be edited. You must not even allow the bill to be introduced to the Senate in the state that it is in now. Senator Mon’s fear of precedent is correct, but about the wrong this. Every evil bill we allow to even enter the Senate makes the next one that much easier to introduce, even if it is defeated in the end.”
Chancellor Palpatine looked at them with wide eyes, hands half-outstretched, as if clutching at something intangible–as if the Jedi had just given him back his soul.
“Compromise,” he muttered feverishly, “Yes… we can still compromise. Mas, please tell our dear senators that I will not be the man who signs away the freedom of the Republic, even if in the name of peace.”
Mon Mothma could have collapsed in relief. Perhaps, in the privacy of her own apartment, she still would. And Yoda sympathised with her greatly.
“The bill still must retain enough enforcement to prevent a media circus once Foerost gets revealed,” Director Isard warned, before stepping back to indicate that he had spoken his piece.
Palpatine rubbed his hands, deep in thought, “The current bill seeks to overcorrect. Instead of this body, what if it temporarily expands the HoloCommunications Commission regulatory powers over the HoloNet? This way, the Commission can issue a gag order and censor any media without that could threaten public order–at least until the armistice is signed. It could also finally act against the prominent elements of speciesism in the media that has grown louder following Senator Amidala’s call to treat with the Separatists.”
Senator Mothma tensed up again, but breathed out, “I dislike it, but I cannot deny that this could very well be the smallest thing the committees could swallow. I will speak to my caucus and the Loyalist Committee. You have my promise, Chancellor; the bill as it is will be defeated before it even enters the Convocation Chamber.”
“I must excuse myself as well, Chancellor, Master Yoda,” Master Gallia bowed, “I fear I’ve found too many friends in the Senate as of late. On the bright side, I will be able to aid Senator Mothma’s cause.”
“Please, please, my friends,” there was nothing but gratefulness written on the Chancellor’s face, “You have my sincerest apologies for taking so much time out of your most certainly busy schedules. Especially you, Master Jedi. I owe all of you a great deal today. If there is anything in which you require my assistance, you must only ask.”
As Senator Mothma and Master Gallia departed to speak with their allies; as Mas Amedda sunk into a couch to take a sigh of relief; as Director Isard measuredly packed his effects before his long journey back to the Center for Military Operations; as Chancellor Palpatine absentmindedly tapped near his desk’s comlink, as if awaiting news from the peace summit… Yoda could only think that this day could have gone much, much worse.
No, Yoda shook his head as he left the office, today is a good day. It is, after all, another day in which the Republic has not fallen.
Comments
RedPine
That line about evil bills paving the path for evil bills, even if they are initially vetoed, is spot on to IRL. I grew up thinking cartoony villains were unrealistic, but ive since learned reality is far more wild.
PearsMan
I wonder what’s gonna happen when anakin meets the children of the force. When the light died (will it still go to Ashoka?) the sith got stronger (for a bit?), we didn’t really see what that meant because we were inside the bubble. But with sith being on our MC side and being against him. I wonder what this means
Enkelados
I hate to say it, but this was for me the weakest chapter yet. The perspective of Yoda and pearl clutching of Palestine is completely unbelievable. I also don't see what this chapter adds to the narrative.
Mirrthful
It's the door in the face technique (that's actually what it's called). Pretty simple, pretty effective.
Voligne
It's such a fascinating negotiation tactic Palpatine does. He presented to Bonteri and to Yoda a maximalist situation, and then walked it back to what he actually wanted. Presenting his desire as the desirable compromise.
Mirrthful
Palpatine is Canonically very good at hiding his presence. This chapter was literally adapted from a Legends book by Karen Miller, Clone Wars: Wild Space. Old Palps does actually have plot armour on his side. It's called the Dark Side. He interacted with Yoda and the Jedi for years and nobody suspected him at all. It was only in the last year of the war, in the novel Labyrinth of Evil did the Jedi nearly expose him, by a hair's breadth. And it wasn't thanks to the Force, but due to one of Palpatine's incompetent subordinates accidently leaving a paper trail for the Jedi to follow.
SusshiRoll
I never been a big fan of Star Wars but read this because of space battles and alien politics, and well it's very good writing. What confuse me this chapter is, did Yoda not sense anything in the force? Don't tell me it is due to plot armor. With Palpatine and Yoda so close to each other, did he not sense anything wrong with him at all?
Kinggoldcatter
Your on a roll !!!!
SureRuseUser
Edit suggestions: One this was for certain; the Republic did not have the resources to assault an armed orbital structure of this calibre. One - thing - was for certain; the Republic did not have the resources to assault an armed orbital structure of this calibre.
Rune Shadow
I stand corrected, it's a shame that they wrote Yoda like that but I concede the point.
Mirrthful
So I was thinking, what does Yoda think of Palpatine? I wouldn't know. So I cracked open some my old Clone War era books (Legends) like Wild Space to check out Yoda-Palpatine interactions... and basically ripped off the scenes.
Rune Shadow
This chapter was a little hard for me to read, I mean it's a masterful display of Palpatine's acting ability but I feel like Yoda was entirely passive in this chapter he could have been swapped out with any other Jedi with no difference, also a little bit too completely convinced in Palpatine's good nature. I thought even in the early days the Jedi had reservations over his power creep
The Golem Crafter
When this blows up in Palpatine face(hopefully) I'll be a happy man
WW
Ingenious, what seems to be giving away control to the media to an third party board is just an illusion. Most likely he has pawns on said board that will listen to him. It also upholds his image of being a fighter for democracy by showing he is fighting all these executives powers being given to him. And! If anything were to mess up, he has no ties in it. It won't be his fault but the fault of the board. Which can then be disbanded and merged into his executive powers. And everyone knows the Republic is corrupt, what is to stop this board from passing this information to a couple of trigger happy Admirals? Awesome chapter! Keep up the amazing work. Absolutely loving this.
Mrsean22
OK that was pretty genius of Palpatine. His advisors offer the very controlling of the media option while having the Jedi and more democratic Senators look for a compromise solution that makes him again reluctantly accept because of course Palpatine loves democracy soooo much. Now probably need to read it again to really understand how much power Palpatine got with the compromise but even if it's not much currently it's probably gonna lead to more control of the media easily in the future.
Null
Thanks for the chapter
DarkNebula999
After that performance, I bet Palpatine would qualify for their galaxy’s equivalent of an Academy Award. I guess by surrounding himself with hawks it’s that much easier to look like a dove in comparison.
Voligne
A brain aneurysm is an interesting thing. A person can die so quickly that before you realize anything has even happened, they are dead. They can die so fast they are dead before their body even hits the ground, like a puppet with its strings cut. The Republic has died a long time ago Master Yoda, we just havent hit the ground yet. Are you ready for the resounding crash? Is the Jedi Order all buckled in yet? No? Shame.
Reign
wow this is great
Man-O'-War
This was a great chapter but I can’t wait to see the Jedi reactions to Barriss coming back beyond plo
Quentin Johnson
Horror is my only reaction throughout this chapter, what a rough spot to be in for the Jedi and good ppl of the Republic, when they have to navigate around this
Desalis
Palpatine must be laughing so much on the inside, he has everyone eating from the palm of his hand.
Kana
Its unfortunate to see Yoda be so blind
Ansordia
My happiness is immeasureble and my day is brightened!
twentytoo
woohoo
