[Legacy Of The Force] - 05(51)

“Right,” said Mara. “Just a lapse in judgment.”

“I’m human.”

“We all have times when our judgment lets us down. I certainly do.” Mara gave him an unconvincing smile, turning for the doors. “Thanks for your time.”

She knows.

She knows because it’s inevitable, and that proves it has to be Ben.

It wasn’t his parents, or Tenel Ka, or Allana. It was Ben. He wondered how long he could go on facing the boy, knowing that. How would it happen? Would he have to kill him in cold blood? Or would they end up in some violent confrontation, where death was so much easier to deal out?

Lumiya’s voice was a breath in his ear. If anyone overheard her, she sounded like any bureaucrat having a discreet comlink conversation, not a Sith planning the greatest coup of all time. “I think my former colleague will be looking for me now, with maximum disapproval.”

Jacen closed the doors with his remote control. “It was you who engineered the attack on Ben on Ziost, wasn’t it?”

“He’ll never be your successor. He hasn’t got what it takes to be your apprentice. It’s my duty to retire the unsuitable.”

“Stay away from him from now on. You’ve gone too far, and I think Mara suspects what’s happening.”

“My former colleague can’t touch you if—wait, they’re taking your amendment out of sequence. Someone has asked to speak on it.”

“Who?”

“Someone in the public gallery—they’ve invoked the right to address the council, and they’ve identified themselves as Citizen Watch.”

It was interesting to note how fast things could come unraveled. The civil rights lobby was largely drowned out by events, but he still didn’t want them to point out what nobody seemed to have spotted hidden in his amendment. “You know what you have to do.”

“Indeed.” Lumiya went very quiet, her voice almost inaudible. “I think … that they’re going to decide … that they wish to ask if this is going to be retroactive legislation … yes, they have. How vigilant.”

If she thought she’d redeemed herself in his eyes, she was wrong. She was becoming a risk. But that was always the Sith way; always this struggle between two.

He turned the audio back on while the amendment was discussed.

HM-3 was right. Senators chewed over the sums involved and satisfied themselves that the budget wouldn’t be exceeded without authorization from the Treasury. Nobody seemed to see that the finely tuned wording by HM-3 would enable Jacen to change other legislation, too.

He’d think of things that needed changing.

Once I kill Ben Skywalker, once Mara and Luke find out that it’s me—and that day will have to come—then they’ll hunt me down. I’ll bring down the whole Jedi order on my head.

Who would be his apprentice then?

It’ll finish the Jedi.

He just wanted things to become clear when the time came. He had to trust his destiny. He was too far along the path to stop now.

“Item three fifty-seven, carried. Next item, variance of regulations regarding the licensing of air taxis …”

And that was it.

The amendment had been passed, and when the revised statute came into effect at midnight, Colonel Jacen Solo—and Admiral Cha Niathal, because it applied equally to her—would be able to order whatever the defense forces needed, and get it fast.

And change any other administrative legislation within existing budgets, without recourse to the Senate.

They’d handed him an extraordinary power, and one that he’d use to change the way the galaxy was governed. He’d use it to take down Chief of State Omas: he wasn’t sure of the details yet, but he could do it, and soon. The Galactic Alliance would fall, not with a clash of lightsaber blades, or ion cannons fired, or troops surrounding the Senate, but with a sheet of flimsi and a nod of heads.

“Well done,” he said softly. “Nicely influenced.”

“Not me,” Lumiya said. He could hear the smile in her voice. “They reached the decision themselves, without any help from me. I just redirected a little opposition from the gallery.”

The irony was too delicious sometimes. Jacen didn’t know whether to be satisfied at the outcome, or angry that Senators were so stupid that they let him get away with this.

They deserved to be ruled by the Sith.

They needed to be.





chapter six


Reports are coming in of a major battle between Sikan forces and invading Chekut troops on the Sika homeworld. The Sikan administration has called for Galactic Alliance forces to intervene in what it calls “an act of opportunist aggression,” and share prices have tumbled over fears that the invasion will draw more planets in the Expansion Region into the conflict.