“You might have the GAG behind you, Jacen, but you need the fleet, too, don’t you? And the rest of the army.”
“Is that a yes?”
“It’s an ‘If things get worse, I put my allegiance to the GA before my allegiance to an individual.’ “
“I’m … interested to see that the military will cross the line from carrying out the government’s will into deciding policy.”
“In case you forget,” said Niathal softly, “the office of Supreme Commander effectively combines the role of defense secretary and the chair of the Joint Chiefs of Staff. I am a politician. I also happen to be the most senior military officer.”
She was his equal in maneuvering, but she didn’t have Force powers. He hoped he would never have to point that out to her.
“It’s time we had a chat with Omas, then.” Jacen stood up and brushed down his black GAG fatigues with his hands. “Just to be certain. For all we know, he might be meeting Gejjen to whip out a blaster himself and effect another Corellian regime change.”
Niathal followed him into the corridor that led to the Chief of State’s suite, elegant blue and gold marble and niche-studded walls with fine statues from across the galaxy. Jacen found his heart pounding. Although he could control it, he let it race because it made him feel alive and human. These were momentous times, and if he cut himself off completely from normality he might forget the magnitude of his taskand the stakes.
How can I forget Ben has to die?
When Jacen thought in words, when he heard himself in his mind, he realized how his language was shifting. He was distancing himself from the reality. Ben has to die. It felt very different from I have to kill him. Perhaps the Force was telling him it wouldn’t be a simple betrayal of Ben’s trust delivered with a lightsaber, but death by another route.
If it has to happen … perhaps not by my hand.
The doors to the Chief of State’s suite slid open, and he walked into the quiet, thickly carpeted reception room with Niathal at his side; not behind, not ahead, but exactly level with him. Omas was leaning over his aide’s desk, talking in hushed tones.
“I’m sorry to have kept you waiting,” he said, looking up. “Do come in.”
Jacen moved his chair so he wasn’t forced to squint at Omas against the light from the window. So did Niathal. It was an eloquent, silent statement of who would have the upper hand, and they hadn’t rehearsed it. Omas, a man finely attuned to the subtleties of body language and psychological advantage, radiated wariness in the Force. He knew he was dealing with a united front.
“You’ve seen the battle report, I take it,” Niathal said.
“Yes.” Omas reached for a datapad as if to reassure her that he had. “Whether it was lucky timing on the Bothans’ part or a smart trap, the real issue now is how we deal with a Bothawui that’s becoming even better armed and aggressive.”
“Actually, it does matter if it was lucky or not,” said Jacen. “Because it goes to the heart of the quality of our intelligence. I’m not happy with the quality of GA Intel, which, if you recall, is why I wanted to form the GAG from selected personnel. Intel isn’t up to the task we face now.”
Omas looked weary. “Okay, you’ve both got a complaint. Who’s first?”
Niathal inclined her head politely, but Jacen could feel her resolution forming a box around her almost like durasteel. It was tangible. “I’ll keep it brief,” she said. “We can’t get involved in every little skirmish to keep obscure Senators and tin-pot heads of state in the Alliance. We’re at overstretch. We couldn’t maintain the Corellian blockade, and now we have the Bothans ramping up. Pick your battles, Chief of State. I can’t fight them all.”
Omas did his displacement act and poured himself a cup of caf from the jug on his desk. There was just one cup, and he didn’t offer more.
“If we fail to show support to Alliance member worlds, then we lose them,” he said. “This is basic numbers. We’ve been through all this. If more secede, then we’ve lost. The issue of how we maintain a joint defense force for the Alliancewhich is what started this, in case we forgetthen becomes academic.”
“If we don’t concentrate our forces on the worlds that present the most immediate and serious threat, then we’ll be ground down a ship at a time, and we might not even be able to defend Coruscant if it comes to the worst.”
“You think it might come to that?” Omas didn’t appear convinced. He glanced at Jacen, but Jacen kept his counsel. “Is this about Coruscant in the end?”