Bastion
Admiral Vikar looked at Theren a few times over the datapad, as he always did when reading a report. It seemed that he was trying to match the words to the man, as if the young commodore’s actions and ideas did not fit his average stature and thin frame. When, at last, he seemed to be finished, he smiled. “It’s very good,” he said. “Very good. Revolutionary, to say the least. If it’s executed, they’ll be studying it for years to come…”
“Thanks,” Theren replied.
“Based on… ah… history?” Vikar asked, thumbing a few of the datapad’s buttons. “The Vong?”
“Good guess. That’s where I got the idea, along with a few chronologies of some very successful pirates in the Outer Rim.”
“I suppose that Simon Kaine has already seen a copy of this?”
“More than one.”
Vikar nodded slowly. “One must wonder of course, how we would acquire the necessary intelligence for such a series of undertakings –”
Theren chuckled.
“Is something funny?” Vikar queried, raising an eyebrow.
“That’s exactly the question I asked Kaine. He said that we’d have ways. Of obtaining that intelligence, I mean.”
Vikar nodded, putting the datapad down. For some time, the two sat in silence, an invisible question hanging in the air between them. “Aren’t you going to ask what that is?” Theren wondered out loud, somewhat sardonically. “Or do you already know?”
The elderly, thin man shrugged nonchalantly.
“Give me a fucking break,” Theren said, not entirely to Vikar. “Come on, you people can’t possibly think you can play me like this. Nothing to tell me?”
“I don’t know what you –”
“Nothing to tell me about Naboo? About Corellia?” Theren pressed, leaning forward in his chair, his mouth a hard line.
Vikar looked his protégé in the eye, seemingly weighing consequences. “If you’re talking about Darksword –”
“Of course I’m talking about Darksword!” Theren snapped. “For fuck sake, I’m not talking about the Queen of Naboo!”
“You’ve defended Darksword countless times, Theren. You’ve made very persuasive arguments against his belonging to that cult, and I think you may need to begin listening to them.”
“Don’t handle me,” Theren warned, through clenched teeth. “And don’t give me that shit. I don’t want INS answers.”
“Why don’t you ask Simon Kaine all of this?”
“When you’re a commodore on speaking terms with the Grand Marshall, you don’t push your luck,” Theren replied, without missing a beat. “Kaine sanctions the independence I’ve achieved within the chain of command. The second his protection comes off, another Kroth will try to come along and cut me down.”
“I think you’re downplaying your own importance,” Vikar said, shaking his head.
“Maybe so. I’ll take my chances.”
“You’re putting me in a difficult position, Theren. There’s only so much I can tell you,” Vikar sighed.
“Why, because men in black suits will take you away in the middle of the night –”
“Because there is only so much I know, for one thing!” Vikar exclaimed, cutting Theren off. He sat back, closing his tired old eyes and resting his head. “And for another… you may make jokes, but…”
Theren scoffed. “Don’t give me that black speeder in the desert shit.”
“This isn’t ‘black speeder shit’, Theren,” Vikar said, opening his eyes and looking into Theren’s very seriously. “Do you honestly not think that there are those in the Empire who have full security clearance, who come and go as they please and, in one way or another, own a little piece of us all?”
“Come on,” Theren said, this time only half-heartedly. “If you’re talking about Imperial Intelligence, well, there are secrets, and then there are these kind of secrets. The military rules the Empire –”
“And the higher you go, the more the lines between military and intelligence blur.”
Theren’s eyes softened as he noted real anxiety in Vikar’s eyes. “Just give me one name, then,” he said softly. “If you can’t tell me, I’ll find one of ‘them’ and ask, myself.”
Vikar shook his head sadly. “These men don’t have names, Theren. And they can’t be found.”
“Just one,” Theren said. “They must have some sort of reference –”
“Ciscero, Theren. Ciscero. And I wash my hands of what becomes of you if you try track him down.”
Admiral Vikar looked at Theren a few times over the datapad, as he always did when reading a report. It seemed that he was trying to match the words to the man, as if the young commodore’s actions and ideas did not fit his average stature and thin frame. When, at last, he seemed to be finished, he smiled. “It’s very good,” he said. “Very good. Revolutionary, to say the least. If it’s executed, they’ll be studying it for years to come…”
“Thanks,” Theren replied.
“Based on… ah… history?” Vikar asked, thumbing a few of the datapad’s buttons. “The Vong?”
“Good guess. That’s where I got the idea, along with a few chronologies of some very successful pirates in the Outer Rim.”
“I suppose that Simon Kaine has already seen a copy of this?”
“More than one.”
Vikar nodded slowly. “One must wonder of course, how we would acquire the necessary intelligence for such a series of undertakings –”
Theren chuckled.
“Is something funny?” Vikar queried, raising an eyebrow.
“That’s exactly the question I asked Kaine. He said that we’d have ways. Of obtaining that intelligence, I mean.”
Vikar nodded, putting the datapad down. For some time, the two sat in silence, an invisible question hanging in the air between them. “Aren’t you going to ask what that is?” Theren wondered out loud, somewhat sardonically. “Or do you already know?”
The elderly, thin man shrugged nonchalantly.
“Give me a fucking break,” Theren said, not entirely to Vikar. “Come on, you people can’t possibly think you can play me like this. Nothing to tell me?”
“I don’t know what you –”
“Nothing to tell me about Naboo? About Corellia?” Theren pressed, leaning forward in his chair, his mouth a hard line.
Vikar looked his protégé in the eye, seemingly weighing consequences. “If you’re talking about Darksword –”
“Of course I’m talking about Darksword!” Theren snapped. “For fuck sake, I’m not talking about the Queen of Naboo!”
“You’ve defended Darksword countless times, Theren. You’ve made very persuasive arguments against his belonging to that cult, and I think you may need to begin listening to them.”
“Don’t handle me,” Theren warned, through clenched teeth. “And don’t give me that shit. I don’t want INS answers.”
“Why don’t you ask Simon Kaine all of this?”
“When you’re a commodore on speaking terms with the Grand Marshall, you don’t push your luck,” Theren replied, without missing a beat. “Kaine sanctions the independence I’ve achieved within the chain of command. The second his protection comes off, another Kroth will try to come along and cut me down.”
“I think you’re downplaying your own importance,” Vikar said, shaking his head.
“Maybe so. I’ll take my chances.”
“You’re putting me in a difficult position, Theren. There’s only so much I can tell you,” Vikar sighed.
“Why, because men in black suits will take you away in the middle of the night –”
“Because there is only so much I know, for one thing!” Vikar exclaimed, cutting Theren off. He sat back, closing his tired old eyes and resting his head. “And for another… you may make jokes, but…”
Theren scoffed. “Don’t give me that black speeder in the desert shit.”
“This isn’t ‘black speeder shit’, Theren,” Vikar said, opening his eyes and looking into Theren’s very seriously. “Do you honestly not think that there are those in the Empire who have full security clearance, who come and go as they please and, in one way or another, own a little piece of us all?”
“Come on,” Theren said, this time only half-heartedly. “If you’re talking about Imperial Intelligence, well, there are secrets, and then there are these kind of secrets. The military rules the Empire –”
“And the higher you go, the more the lines between military and intelligence blur.”
Theren’s eyes softened as he noted real anxiety in Vikar’s eyes. “Just give me one name, then,” he said softly. “If you can’t tell me, I’ll find one of ‘them’ and ask, myself.”
Vikar shook his head sadly. “These men don’t have names, Theren. And they can’t be found.”
“Just one,” Theren said. “They must have some sort of reference –”
“Ciscero, Theren. Ciscero. And I wash my hands of what becomes of you if you try track him down.”