Star Wars - Darth Plagueis

King’s sharp-featured female security chief Maris Magneta. Conspicuously absent was Theed’s teenage governor, Padmé Naberrie, whose appointment had been Veruna’s compromise to an electorate that had been growing more oppositional with each passing year. Veruna, however, looked none the worse for wear. With his flaring eyebrows, long silver hair, and fussily pointed beard, he still cut a fine, swashbuckling figure. Lago and Magneta were considerably younger and more rough-cut, and had made their distaste for Palpatine and his party felt the moment they had boarded the gleaming starship.
    Outside the viewport, strafing runs by Bravo Squadron were reducing asteroids to gravel and space dust.
    “That’s Captain Ric Olié in Bravo One,” Veruna said. “Battle-hardened at Chommel Minor.”
    Pestage failed to restrain a short laugh. “Against that pirate group whose ships collided with one another?”
    Veruna glared at Palpatine. “Your aide seems to have forgotten his place, Senator.”
    Palpatine flashed Pestage a look that said nothing and turned back to Veruna. “My apologies, Your Majesty.”
    If Veruna was unconvinced, he kept it to himself and fixed his gaze on the distant starfighter exercise. “I plan to end our partnership with the Trade Federation,” he said after a long moment of silence, and without looking at Palpatine.
    Palpatine moved slightly to place himself in Veruna’s peripheral view, his eyes wide in genuine surprise. “Is that the purpose of this demonstration?”
    The King turned to him. “If I had wanted it to be a show of force, I would have waited until the next scheduled plasma collection. However, since you seem to be asking, both Theed Engineering and Nubian Design assure me that the Federation’s Lucrehulk freighters would be easy prey for our N-Ones.”
    Palpatine cut his eyes to Pestage and Greejatus and shook his head in dismay. “Then it’s good you thought to invite me aboard, Your Majesty, because I bring news that may persuade you to rethink your position.”
    “What news?” Magneta demanded.
    Palpatine ignored her by continuing to speak to Veruna. “This matterhas yet to reach the Rotunda, but there is every indication that the Republic is eventually going to grant the Trade Federation permission to arm its ships.”
    Veruna’s jaw dropped and he blinked. “With what?”
    Palpatine pretended to become flustered. “I don’t know precisely. Turbolasers, certainly, as well as droid starfighters. Whatever combat automata are being produced by Baktoid, Haor Chall, and the hive species.” He gestured out the viewport. “Weapons that will prove to be a deadly match for those starfighters.”
    Veruna was still trying to make sense of it. “Why is the Republic doing this?”
    “Because of what happened at Yinchorr. Because of persistent attacks by pirates and would-be insurrectionists. And because the Republic refuses to reverse its position on creating a military.”
    Veruna stormed away from the viewport, then stopped and whirled on Palpatine. “I don’t believe it. Valorum was successful at Yinchorr. He would never bow to pressure from the Trade Federation.”
    “He isn’t bowing to pressure. His strategy is to enter into a deal with the Federation: defensive weaponry in exchange for taxation of the free-trade zones.”
    Veruna was speechless.
    “This is why I urge Your Majesty to keep Naboo on the proper side of this.”
    “Do tell us, Senator,” Lago interrupted, “what it means to be on the proper side?”
    Palpatine glanced from Lago to Veruna. “When the matter reaches the Rotunda, Naboo must vote in protest of taxation of the free-trade zones.”
    Veruna swallowed and found his voice. “In support of the Trade Federation? With my reelection approaching? You must be mad, Palpatine. Naboo has been under the yoke of the Federation for more than thirty years. The people would never forgive me.”
    “Your base remains strong,” Palpatine said. “The people will gradually come to understand that you made the correct decision.”
    Veruna smoldered. “I don’t like being put in this position, Palpatine.”
    Palpatine adopted a pensive pose, then looked at the King. “Theremay yet be a way … I’m certain that Hego Damask would be willing to broker a renegotiated deal with the Neimoidian bloc of the Trade Federation—”
    “I don’t need Damask to broker anything,” Veruna snapped. “The Muun’s time has come and gone. He’s an