[Legacy Of The Force] - 05(103)
“G’vli, will you run for the Chief of State’s office in due course?”
“Will there be a Chief of State?”
“I fully intend to return to elections and civil rule once the war is over.”
“Then no, I won’t. I’m fine not being where Omas was. If a thing can happen once, it can happen twice.” G’Sil steered her toward the access to the floating platform. “You need to watch your back with Jacen.”
“I know,” she said. “So I’m neutralizing him now. Start as you mean to go on.” The word neutralize had several unfortunate meanings, and judging by the look on G’Sil’s face, he’d thought of the worst one. “No, just tactically. Where is he, anyway?”
“He probably had some fingers he needed to break. Let me worry about finding him later.” G’Sil followed her onto the platform. “Here we go.”
Niathal looked down at her boots as she stepped onto the platform, and when she looked up, the sheer scale of the Senate chamber unsettled her for a split second. It was a blessing: she knew her genuine dismay would come across as humble reluctance. There was nothing worse for a new military dictator than looking too keen.
For a chamber of thousands of delegateseven with the recent secessions and defectionsit was remarkably quiet. Her platform drifted serenely into the center of the massive chamber. She was looking into lights and shadows, generally unable to see faces. It was, in so many senses, a theatrical stage complete with blinding footlights.
“Gentlebeings,” she began. Formal: strictly formal was the best bet, she calculated. “I never expected to be addressing you in this way, and I find myself barely prepared for it. I greatly regret the need to stand on this platform. But the need has arisen, it will be a need for the shortest period possible, and apart from the temporary leadership of the GA, nothing else will change. I stress that. There is no curfew, no censorship, and none of the other trappings of martial law. Had Chief Omas been taken ill, I would be standing here anyway, and nobody would be panicking. What’s happened overnight is no more constitutionally significant than that. I’ve merely exercised my responsibility as the Supreme Commander to deputize for the Chief of State, on the advice of the GA security services. As soon as the general security situation with the Confederation is resolved, and I expect that to be within the short term, I’ll step down and we’ll hold elections for the Chief’s office.”
There wasn’t a single lie in there. There was never any need to lie. She meant every word. There was simply information that the Senate didn’t have, and everyone went through life with an incomplete picture of the galaxy anyway.
One of the representatives for Kuat signaled to speak.
“When you refer to the security services, Admiral, do you mean Alliance Intel or the GAG?”
Niathal wondered if G’Sil had engineered the question, because it was so perfectly on cue. “I’d like to share some material with you,” she said. “So that you understand where the need to act arose.”
It was possibly contempt of court to show the images of Omas’s meeting with Gejjen; evidence like that would prejudice his chance of a fair trial, but she had a shrewd idea that Omas wouldn’t be cleared by a jury, return to work with his reputation intact, and sue the GA for wrongful arrest. In his case, the arrest was verdict and sentence in one. She gestured for the images to be projected onto the viewing screen on each delegate’s platform.
It was gratifying to hear the faint exclamations of surprise as the scene played out, complete with Alliance Intel officers. Niathal displayed a little dignified pain at the moment of betrayal, when Dur Gejjen discussed how to remove her and Jacen from their posts. The silence that followed was perfect.
“So, you’ll understand why I felt I had to take advice from the GAG, because Alliance Intel’s objectivity may have been compromised by attendance at that meeting,” she said. “And while it’s not illegal for two heads of state at war to have discussions, it’s unacceptable for them to plan the removal of a Supreme Commander without consulting the Security and Intelligence Council.”
She hoped they noted that the chair of that council was sitting at her right hand. It was time for him to do his party piece, so she sat down and let G’Sil have the floor.
“I’ve got very little to add,” G’Sil said. “Except to say that I’m saddened to come to this. A word about the presence of GA troops on the streets alongside CSF officers. This is simply a precaution in case the anarchic elements on Coruscant try to take advantage of the situation. As in any democracy, they have the right to exist and to speak, but if any of them attempt to capitalize on the situation, then the rule of law will be upheld.”