Star Wars_ Cloak of Deception - James Luceno [89]
“A diplomatic delegation,” Palpatine amended.
“Call it what you will, you can’t change what happened there. And you can’t deny that what happened there doesn’t smell more of might than right.”
Palpatine gestured in dismissal. “The details of the incident are sketchy at best, Senator. What’s more, you are ignoring the fact that, by trying to kill the Supreme Chancellor, the Nebula Front made themselves Republic business.”
“So Valorum claims,” Gracus demurred.
“The delegation came under almost immediate attack, and responded accordingly,” Palpatine said.
Gracus sniffed in derision. “The professed justification. Valorum used the incident to launch a preemptive strike, eliminating the Nebula Front’s ability to disrupt the summit, and at the same time inveigling the Trade Federation into accepting taxation.
“And I suspect that he had other reasons, as well. Everyone anticipated the Senex Houses to protest the violation of their territory, but they have been very silent thus far. It wouldn’t surprise me to learn that a deal has been struck between Valorum and House Vandron. Should House Vandron agree not to protest what happened at Asmeru, the senate—or at least Valorum—will agree to overlook House Vandron’s continuing Rights of Sentience violations and lift the restrictions that have made it impossible for the Senex to trade with Republic worlds.”
“Whether slavery or spice smuggling, the Core Worlds take little interest in the injustices that plague the Outer Rim,” Palpatine said in a world-weary voice. “Violations notwithstanding, the Republic would gladly trade with the Senex, if the Senex had something of value to offer. If that wasn’t the case, the Trade Federation would have been disbanded long ago. But, in fact, the Neimoidians and the rest have set themselves up as irreplaceable, because of what they transport to the Core.”
Gracus appeared flustered. “Nevertheless,” he sputtered, “the Outer Rim worlds are now in turmoil. Even those who don’t openly support the Nebula Front are decrying the fact that the Republic took it upon itself to intercede at Asmeru.”
Palpatine summoned an ambiguous smile. “I’m certain that the Supreme Chancellor will ease everyone’s concerns when he addresses the delegates.”
“And we’ll all be eager to hear what he has to say,” Gracus replied contemptuously, “since with one hand he seeks to punish the Trade Federation with taxation, while with the other he strokes them by eradicating the Federation’s most dangerous antagonist.”
Palpatine’s seeming good humor didn’t falter. “One must make adjustments as necessary. Despite assiduous planning, not everything can be foreseen.”
A faraway look came into his eyes. “The landscape we inhabit is an everchanging one, Senator. One moment we are in the light; the next we are in the dark, left to find our own way through. If events could truly be divined—if one were to be granted such awesome power—then perhaps the future could be directed along one line or another. But until then, we stumble through, groping blindly for the truth.”
Gracus snorted. “Perhaps you should consider placing your name in nomination for high office, Senator.”
Palpatine brushed the remark aside. “I’m content to play my small part behind the scenes.”
“For the moment, I suspect,” Gracus said, as Palpatine hurried ahead of him in the line.
Nute Gunray’s red eyes meandered over the line of delegates waiting to be scanned by Eriadu’s primitive scanning devices. His gaze fell on two human senators—one rotund and plebeian; the other, straight-backed and refined—engaged in what appeared to be a spirited exchange. He looked down from his mechnochair at Senator Lott Dod.
“Who is the human in the blue cloak—there, speaking with the pudgy one?”
Dod followed the viceroy’s raised forefinger. “Senator Palpatine of Naboo.”
“A friend of ours?”
Dod shook