Part III: Outside In
It had oft been said that if there were a bright centre to the galaxy, Coruscant would be it. Looking down on the capital of the Galactic Empire from the flagdeck of the Star Destroyer Nirvana, Bhindi Drayson could not help but agree.
They had emerged on the night side of the city world, and a billion tiny specks of light shone up from her surface like a billion candles, blowing in the wind. The seeming wind, though, were merely the clouds moving across the tops of the buildings, in some cases lower than the buildings, unable to block out completely the incredible array of lights from the surface.
Bhindi had visited the world more than once as a child, spending time in the old Imperial Palace and as a teenager in the many shopping centres and entertainment districts the planet had to offer.
That had been before her mother had died and her father been killed, and before Coruscant had become once more an Imperial world. It was, she decided, far more superior an Imperial world than it ever was a Republic one. The New Republic had abandoned Coruscant, leaving the city planet to rot in its own perpetual hell.
The Empire had changed that. They had brought order to chaos, the chaos of the riots sprung forth by the Republic's invasion of Eriadu. They had solidified Coruscant, renamed her, and made her the capital of the galaxy.
As for the Republic, it had withered and died, leaving only the Galactic Coalition to stand against the might of the New Order. Bhindi smiled as she looked down on the planet. There was indeed a bright centre to the galaxy.
Behind her, the turbolift doors hissed open and Deusvult Godridge stepped into the dimly lit room.
"We've been assigned an orbit and given permission to land." He said, and Bhindi turned away from the viewports. "You're nervous, aren't you?"
"Yeah. Being summoned to Imperial Centre by a member of the Imperial High Command isn't something that happens every day, Deusvult." She said. Her voice, he noticed, was somewhat strained. The mission to Empress Teta, while successful, had been very stressful. The lack of intelligence that they had recieved from the system, compared to most others, and the last minute plans and split second decisions, had been taxing.
And then returning to find a summons to the capital, from none other than Marshall Amicus, the oldest and highest ranking member of the High Command.
"Well, it can't be bad news, can it? They were probably just impressed with your work at Empress Teta."
She nodded.
"Yes. And what if they expect more work like that, and we can't deliver? We've already given them the Demosthesian Empire in less than a month, and Empress Teta in a week. Where will their expectations lie after that?"
"They will expect continued service to the Empire." The other said simply. "Which we can deliver."
Bhindi nodded and turned back to the viewports.
"Ready my shuttle, Commander. We leave in local the morning."
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The Imperial Palace, in its present form, had existed for just over four hundred years. It was built in the early days of the Old Republic by Chancellor Diobo as a place for him and his delegates to meet in secret, a more than modest home near the ground level of Coruscant.
Since then, it had been used by Chancellors of all sorts, until the ancient Senate Hall was destroyed by a suicide bomber. Then-Chancellor Tazzle moved his seat of operations to the old house, and began to expand it.
Over time, it grew to over one thousand rooms, with an attatched Senate Hall and conference rooms, offices, and living quarters. Coruscant flourished, and brought with it a new age of construction and development, and like all other buildings, the Palace grew upwards towards the clouds. It reached its peak almost four hundred years before the Battle or Endor.
The building was huge, with flat expanses of concrete expanding from it in all directions, as if to keep Coruscant's teaming mass of development at bay. The roof was sloped only slightly, with several towers protruding from it. It was decorated, outside and in, with a thousand different forms of artwork and archietecture.
The last time Bhindi had seen the building had been when the New Republic had control of the planet, almost ten years prior. Back then it had been somewhat more dilapidated than it was now, the lack of a central government residing within its walls having taken its toll on the building. Now however, it was gleaming in the morning sun.
A flight of TIE Defenders rose up from one of its many landing pads and formed into escort formation as the shuttle carrying Bhindi Drayson and Deusvult Godridge descended below the cloud cover.
Bhindi looked down on the city below (and, for that matter, beside them as well). It had been years since she had visited Coruscant, but it never really changed much. The same buildings rose into the same sky, the same endless lanes of speeders moved across the sky.
It was a city where the rich prospered and so did the criminals, and where the politicians could sit and talk about how the people were their only concern, and look out a window - any window - and see some of them, down there.
But for Bhindi Drayson, it was only another planet. The capital of the New Order, yes, and a highly populated planet, but only another planet. She had never been interested in Coruscant as some had, never dreamt of seeing buildings that rose into the clouds. She would much rather see Kashyyyk, where the trees rose past the clouds and the natives blended living with their ecosystem.
Coruscant was a dead world.
The shuttle set down at the base of the Palace's North Tower, where Bhindi and Deuvult were met by a Liuetenant Xeron and led into the palace. He did not speak, merely dropped them off at their assigned room, made sure they knew how to reach their tempoary quarters, and bid them a good day.
Marhsall Amicus arrived scarecely a minute later and introduced himself to the two. He seemed pleased to meet Bhindi, especcially, and assured her that he had heard much about her. Godridge was instructed by the Marshall to wait outside, which he did with some reluctance.
"Thank you, Marhsall." She said, somewhat akwardly. She still did not, after all, know the purpose of the summons.
"I would like to conratgulate you on your victory in the Empress Teta system." Amicus said, seating himself and motioning for Bhindi to do so as well. "Isolationists can be tricky to deal with, at times. And I hear you did it with an exceptionally small number of casualties, too. Very good work all around, I'd say."
"Yes, sir. We lost half a dozen fighters and their pilots, but the enemy lost a lot more."
"Yes, yes. But not a single casualty on the surface of Cinnigar on either side, and only a handful on Koros Major! Splendid, Admiral. You know, loss of life, especcially on the defender's side, often makes for bad public relations and a distaste for the imposing force. But both Koros Major and Cinnigar were brought willingly into the Empire!"
Bhindi nodded, almost at a loss for words. He did not need to bring her to Coruscant to congratulate her, nor did he need to send Deusvult away to do so.
"But surely I did not summon you here simply to congratulate you on your fine work." Amicus went on. "I know that a commander of your status must have demands on her time, and I understand that." He smiled secretively. "The issue, I'm afraid, is much more serious."
He stood and opened what Bhindi had previouisly assumed to be a set of drapes. Instead, however, there was a flat screen monitor mounted on the wall. The Marhshall removed a remote control device from his pocket and clicked the unit on.
"You are aware, of course, that several months ago you brought the worlds of Bilbringi and Rishi into the Holy Demosthesian Empire," he said, "and that in doing so you destroyed an organization known as the 'Ridge Confederacy'. Where the name comes from, I have no idea."
Bhindi did know, but she said nothing as images of the battle began to appear on the screen.
"However, recent reports from our agents in the field - the agents of Imperial Intelligence, who have nothing to do with you - have been sending some reports of disturbing events around those two worlds. Nothing serious - yet - but they worry us.
"Our sources indicate that they are some surviving aspect of the Ridge Confederacy, attempting to destabilize the Empire, the Ubiqtorate especcially."
He paused, searhing for a reaction from Bhindi. When he got none, he went on.
"Under the orders of Grand Marshall Kaine, I cannot order you to do anything. However, I am recomending as stronly as possible, that you move on the Reecee system and bring them into the Empire. Seak out the rest of the Ridge Confedercy and destroy them."
He stopped, ran a hand through his hair, and when he spoke again his voice was low, almost seclusive.
"Admiral, you must know that the Empire has always been a very biased organization. They never liked women, and they never liked aliens. There was a reason Thrawn was choosen to map the Unknown Regions, and why Daala was choosen to head the Maw Installation. They prefered to keep women out of the spotlight.
"You, however, have been in the spotlight since you arrived here with the Empire. There are those in the Imperial High Command who do not wish to see you in command of a region, who would prefer instead to send you to the outer rim and manage a waste disposal plant or some such dribble.
"We both know you are far to skilled to let them have their way, but some of them will stop at nothing to strip you of command. Be careful, Admiral. It is a dangerous galaxy, and not all the dangers are external."