As her shuttle swooped over the rocky service of Tholon, Renata stood in the cabin watching herself on the holo and smoking a cigarette. Her voice, tinny in comparison to the real thing, was saying: "The Doonium shortage is a concern, of course, but no: none of the First Order's current military projects are at risk due to the shortage. We are currently exploring expanding the scope of our supply chain while industries on worlds impacted by the Ssi-Ruuk Imperium's assault and occupation recover. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get to a meeting."
"It was well said," said Freda, sitting opposite her.
Renata stubbed out a cigarette in the ashtray next to her. "Too bad it wasn't true."
"There's that," said Freda.
"We need to do a better job of reaching out to former worlds. Just because we don't have political borders around them doesn't mean we should leave them flailing -- or let them leave us flailing," Renata said. She glanced up at the ceiling as the pilot chimed in to let them know they were approaching their destination. Renata sat and buckled herself in. "We need to reinvigorate these ties if we're going to bring them back into the fold smoothly when the time is right." She looked across at Freda. "All right, I'll shut up for now. But remind me to bring it up in cabinet."
"Duly noted, ma'am."
Twenty minutes, Renata and Freda were disembarking the shuttle. They had one escort, a member of the First Order Security Bureau acting as security, and were met by a guide from the Tholonian Workers' Republic. It was a moment before Renata realized that the platform was moving -- descending, to be more accurate. "Welcome to Deephaven," said the guide, a Duros woman of an age that Renata couldn't quite peg. "The surface of the planet is habitable, but only just. Most of the citizens of Tholon live and work underground." The platform was apparently some kind of revolving garage, for they left it after a short journey, taking a turbolift down so far and so fast that Renata's stomach almost turned.
"You're not claustrophobic, are you?" Freda asked softly.
The Duros pretended not to hear. "Being underground was a boon when the scales attacked. They eventually found their way in, but by that time we'd had a chance to fortify the mines. The workers formed resistance cells, and when we pushed the scales out, that infrastructure let us found the Republic." Renata glanced at her aide, letting a moment of skepticism pass between them. "The Director-General asked me to give you a tour of the city after your meeting if you're interested."
"I'd love it," Renata said truthfully. Her minder from the Bureau shifted her weight from one foot to the other. Freda looked at her datapad. "Thank you."
"Of course," said the Duros, all business. The turbolift doors rattled, then opened, dumping them out onto a busy concourse. "This way, please. Your meeting with the Director is at the Guild Hall." As if sensing the Moff's confusion, the Duros glanced over her shoulder. "This week's trials are taking place there, so the Director will be on hand."
"Trials?" Renata asked.
"The Republic is dealing with the collaborators and the exploiters."
"Of course," said Renata. A moment passed; by now they were leaving the spaceport and Renata was treated to a vista of an interesting city built into the massive cavern beneath the surface of Tholon. As they began the descent down the broad stone stairs towards street level, she turned her attention from the city vista to matters at hand. "What can you tell me about the Director?"
The Duros' feet faltered. She half-turned. "He's our leader," she said. "He united the resistance movements and led the fight to found the Republic."
"Does he have a name?" Renata asked.
"Of course. But we know him as The Director." They reached the sidewalk and Renata followed her along, wondering how long the walk was going to be to this Guild Hall. "I wouldn't ask if I were you." There was a pause, then the Duros chuckled. Renata joined, but the feeling of uneasiness growing as she realized the Duros was leading her down what appeared to be a deserted alley. Ahead of them, a van eased to a halt in the street where the alley let out.
"It was well said," said Freda, sitting opposite her.
Renata stubbed out a cigarette in the ashtray next to her. "Too bad it wasn't true."
"There's that," said Freda.
"We need to do a better job of reaching out to former worlds. Just because we don't have political borders around them doesn't mean we should leave them flailing -- or let them leave us flailing," Renata said. She glanced up at the ceiling as the pilot chimed in to let them know they were approaching their destination. Renata sat and buckled herself in. "We need to reinvigorate these ties if we're going to bring them back into the fold smoothly when the time is right." She looked across at Freda. "All right, I'll shut up for now. But remind me to bring it up in cabinet."
"Duly noted, ma'am."
Twenty minutes, Renata and Freda were disembarking the shuttle. They had one escort, a member of the First Order Security Bureau acting as security, and were met by a guide from the Tholonian Workers' Republic. It was a moment before Renata realized that the platform was moving -- descending, to be more accurate. "Welcome to Deephaven," said the guide, a Duros woman of an age that Renata couldn't quite peg. "The surface of the planet is habitable, but only just. Most of the citizens of Tholon live and work underground." The platform was apparently some kind of revolving garage, for they left it after a short journey, taking a turbolift down so far and so fast that Renata's stomach almost turned.
"You're not claustrophobic, are you?" Freda asked softly.
The Duros pretended not to hear. "Being underground was a boon when the scales attacked. They eventually found their way in, but by that time we'd had a chance to fortify the mines. The workers formed resistance cells, and when we pushed the scales out, that infrastructure let us found the Republic." Renata glanced at her aide, letting a moment of skepticism pass between them. "The Director-General asked me to give you a tour of the city after your meeting if you're interested."
"I'd love it," Renata said truthfully. Her minder from the Bureau shifted her weight from one foot to the other. Freda looked at her datapad. "Thank you."
"Of course," said the Duros, all business. The turbolift doors rattled, then opened, dumping them out onto a busy concourse. "This way, please. Your meeting with the Director is at the Guild Hall." As if sensing the Moff's confusion, the Duros glanced over her shoulder. "This week's trials are taking place there, so the Director will be on hand."
"Trials?" Renata asked.
"The Republic is dealing with the collaborators and the exploiters."
"Of course," said Renata. A moment passed; by now they were leaving the spaceport and Renata was treated to a vista of an interesting city built into the massive cavern beneath the surface of Tholon. As they began the descent down the broad stone stairs towards street level, she turned her attention from the city vista to matters at hand. "What can you tell me about the Director?"
The Duros' feet faltered. She half-turned. "He's our leader," she said. "He united the resistance movements and led the fight to found the Republic."
"Does he have a name?" Renata asked.
"Of course. But we know him as The Director." They reached the sidewalk and Renata followed her along, wondering how long the walk was going to be to this Guild Hall. "I wouldn't ask if I were you." There was a pause, then the Duros chuckled. Renata joined, but the feeling of uneasiness growing as she realized the Duros was leading her down what appeared to be a deserted alley. Ahead of them, a van eased to a halt in the street where the alley let out.