Star Wars_ Cloak of Deception - James Luceno [28]
Taa raised his fat hand in a wave when the group in the box realized that they were being observed.
“Then the gesture must have been solely for Senator Palpatine,” Toora remarked meaningfully. “From what I hear, our delegate from Naboo has the Supreme Chancellor’s ear.”
Taa turned to Palpatine. “Is that so, Senator?”
Palpatine smiled lightly. “Not in the manner you imagine, I can assure you. The Supreme Chancellor met with me to solicit my opinion as to how taxation might be received by the outlying systems. We spoke of little else. In any event, Valorum scarcely needs my support to see the proposal through. He is not as ineffectual as many seem to think.”
“Nonsense,” Taa said. “It will come down to partisanship—a contest between the factions of Bail Antilles, and those who allow Ainlee Teem to speak for them. As ever, the Core worlds will stand with Valorum; the near colonies, against.”
“He’s going to polarize the senate further,” Edcel Bar Gane opined in a sibilant voice. Representing the world of Roona, Bar Gane had a bulbous head and eyes that narrowed and slanted upward at their outer corners.
Toora absorbed the remark without comment. Once more, she eyed Palpatine. “I’m curious, Senator. Just what did you tell Valorum, with regard to the impact of taxation on the outer systems?”
“Activate the balcony’s noise cancellation feature, and I might be inclined to tell you,” Palpatine said.
“Oh, do it, Taa,” Toora enthused. “I so love intrigue.”
Taa flipped a switch on the balcony railing, activating a containment field that effectively sealed the box from audio surveillance. But Palpatine didn’t speak until Sate Pestage—a trim human with pointed features and thinning black hair—had double-checked that the field was indeed functioning.
Pestage’s actions impressed Argente. “Is everyone on Naboo as careful as you are, Senator?”
Palpatine shrugged. “Consider it a personal flaw.”
Argente nodded soberly. “I’ll remember that.”
“So tell us,” Toora said, “is the Supreme Chancellor embarking on a dangerous course by taking on the Trade Federation?”
“The danger is that he sees only half the picture,” Palpatine began. “Though he would be the first to deny it, Valorum is essentially a bureaucrat at heart, just as his ancestors were. He favors rules and procedure over direct action. He lacks judgment. The Valorum dynasty was largely responsible for granting the Trade Federation free rein decades ago. How do you think they accumulated their vast holdings? Certainly not by favoring the outer systems. But by making gainful deals with the InterGalactic Bank Clan and corporations like TaggeCo. That this latest crisis should revolve around the Nebula Front is especially ironic, since Valorum’s father had an opportunity to eradicate the group, and he failed, chastising them rather than disbanding them.”
“You surprise me, Senator,” Toora said. “In a good way, I think. Do go on.”
Palpatine crossed his legs and sat tall in his chair. “The Supreme Chancellor fails to grasp that the future of the Republic very much depends on what occurs in the Mid and Outer Rims. As corrupt as Coruscant has become, the real corrosion—the sort that can eventually eat away at the center—always begins on the edges. It progresses from the outside in.
“Unless Valorum does something to stay the tide, Coruscant itself will someday be a slave to those systems, unable to enact any legislation without their consent. Unless we placate them now, we’ll be forced to bring them under central authority at some later date. They are the key to the survival of the Republic.”
Taa huffed. “Unless I misread you, you’re saying that the Trade Federation is our link with those systems—Coruscant’s ambassador, if you will—and that therefore we can’t afford to alienate the Neimoidians and the rest.”
“You are misreading me,” Palpatine said firmly. “The Trade Federation