There were only two of them. One was female, stunningly attractive with almost impossibly perfect features and lovely purple skin. She moved with a sinuous grace, her gaze darting back and forth among the three who awaited her arrival. She wore black robes, but carried no weapon. No weapon, of course, other than her deep bond with the dark side of the Force. Her hair was black and caught the light, moving silkily as she walked. Jaina glanced surreptitiously at Lando. He didn’t quite gape or drool, but she gave him a Force nudge nonetheless. A good solid one. He started, ever so slightly, and shot her a look.
The other Sith emanated the same dark miasma. He was an older human, very distinguished looking, with pale green eyes. He, too, wore traditional Sith robes, and walked about half a meter behind the female. Both drew up to the podium and bowed deeply, then stepped to the left and stood at attention, hands clasped behind their backs.
The door opened again. Jaina heard the soft humming sound of a repulsorsled. It bore a particularly corpulent and unattractive representative of the Hutt species, and seemed to be straining to do so. The Hutt’s sled moved forward to the dais. He looked around, his eyes almost buried in folds of dark blue, glistening flesh, then waved one of his stubby arms in what was clearly intended to be a gesture of respect and ended up merely looking like flailing. He strained for the controls, then moved the hoversled to the right of the podium, opposite the two Sith. Darima got to his feet, holding firmly to his staff.
“Captain Leeha Faal, of the Winged Dagger,” he said, addressing the woman, and then, “Captain Vyn Holpur, of the Starstalker. Captain Holpur, you have several charges levied against you. You have been accused of violating the no-technology zone of the Fountain of the Hutt Ancients, of killing several guards who attempted to defend it, and most disturbingly of all, of physically damaging the Fountain itself.” His voice broke on the last charge. “Captain Faal, it is our understanding that Captain Holpur answers to you, and therefore you are here as well. The same charges apply to you, as Holpur is under your command.”
Both Sith nodded. “We understand,” said Faal.
Darima turned toward the Hutt. “Tooga Jalliissi Gral, you are in charge of the defense of this world, including that of the sacred Fountain. Considering all that hinges upon protection of the Fountain, one might have thought that it would have been a top priority for you. Yet you have failed to protect it from those who would desecrate it.”
Tooga, to his credit, seemed to be taking the proceedings very seriously. As well he should, Jaina thought. He rumbled, “These are grave charges, Chancellor, and I hope that I will be able to prove the Hutts innocent of dereliction of our duty.”
Darima nodded, and gestured to one of the other Elders. He moved forward. “Six standard hours ago, the guards of the Fountain of the Hutt Ancients reported a vessel approaching …”
Jaina listened with horrified fascination as the Elder gave the Klatooinian version of the events. A recording of the warning the guards issued was played, but it offered very little insight. When Lando inquired and asked if there were any recordings of the actual violation, he was told that it was considered blasphemous to even direct such technology upon the Fountain within the one-kilometer zone.
Jaina sighed.
Darima rose when the Elder was finished, and regarded the two Sith captains. “Captain Faal, Captain Holpur, you may speak.”
“Thank you,” said Faal. She moved forward to stand directly in front of Jaina and Lando. Knowing it was fruitless but having to try anyway, Jaina reached out in the Force to get a sense of the woman. There was nothing; she was, of course, adept at hiding her presence in the Force.
“There are certain facts in this case that I would like our two … judges, I suppose? … to be aware of,” Faal continued. Jaina couldn’t help but notice that Holpur stayed where he was. He, too, was blocking his presence in the Force. Jaina thought she could get more information from a potted plant.
“The first is that our vessels have been here for several days. We have violated none of your rules, and indeed, we have been useful in actively preventing an incident of sacrilege. It was one of our apprentices, Vestara Khai, who helped to stop one Dyon Stad from driving his hoverbike directly into the forbidden zone around the Fountain.”
Jaina was surprised, but quickly concealed it. She wasn’t going to let the Sith know anything more about her than they were willing to let her know about them. She remembered hearing that Ben had reported another Force-user who had been in Shelter losing control, and that he was currently in custody aboard the Jade Shadow. She hadn’t known that they’d stopped him from desecrating the Fountain … or that a Sith had helped them.
“What you say is true,” Darima agreed. “It is duly noted.”
“Which is why what you have done is all the more heinous” came a slightly shaky female voice. Jaina turned to see that it was the very old, very frail-looking female who had regarded her so intently when she had entered the room with the others.
Faal turned her pretty face and inclined her head respectfully. “If this had been done under my orders, or indeed, under the orders of anyone in my fleet who was in a position to issue such, then you would be absolutely correct.”
“Wait—are you saying that the guards are making all this up? That those recordings were forged?” Jaina asked, knowing her skepticism was plain on her face and not caring.
“No, Jedi Solo,” replied Faal, giving Jaina a slight chill as she realized that the Sith knew exactly who she was. “Not at all. I’m saying that Captain Holpur acted completely independently.”
Holpur tried and failed to keep the shock from showing. But his feelings of betrayal and surprise spiked hard in the Force before they were quickly subdued. A muscle twitched near his eye. He remained utterly silent.
“I have no idea what he was thinking,” and now Faal turned to regard Holpur with anger and contempt. “He knew, as we all did, how sacred that Fountain was. How proud we were of brave young Vestara, preventing such a blasphemy on a world we were merely visiting.”
Jaina gave up the struggle to conceal her feelings and let her anger and disgust pour into the Force. She didn’t believe one word of this, and she let Faal know it.
Faal didn’t bat an eyelash. “Let it be known that Holpur, and the entire crew of the Starstalker, acted completely on their own in this matter.”
“Is this true, Captain Holpur?” asked Darima.
Lando and Jaina exchanged glances, and Lando was as disbelieving as she was.
“It is true,” lied Holpur. His voice was steady; he’d had a few seconds to compose himself. “I thought it might please and surprise our leadership if I were able to obtain samples of the wintrium.”
“Whoa, wait,” said Jaina, “You took samples? Where are they?”
“Their vessel was searched as soon as it was brought to ground,” Darima said. “No samples of wintrium were found anywhere on board.”
“So, you can’t use that as evidence, then,” said Lando.
“Witnesses said they saw two members of the crew attempting to cut pieces off the Fountain.” The Elders had been admirably quiet, but now they stirred uneasily.
“But you don’t have them?” Jaina pressed. Darima shook his head. That was a pity. Hard evidence like that would have made the case open and shut.
“Even if you did not take samples, you wanted to. You thought to use this sacred Fountain of a people who offered us nothing but hospitality as a way to get ahead,” snarled Faal. Jaina had to hand it to her. She was good—better than many holodrama actresses. “Now look what your selfishness has brought on your head. Chancellor—I believe that those who committed this sacrilege should pay. I offer your government the Starstalker, and her crew, for you to use as you see fit. Take the ship, imprison the crew—or execute them. Whatever your law decides.”
Jaina had never expected to ever, ever, feel sorry for a Sith. But as she looked at Holpur, standing there resolutely accepting being used as the ultimate scape
goat, sacrificing perhaps even his life simply so the others would not have to shoulder the blame—even though Jaina knew in her gut that poor Holpur was only doing what he had been told to do—she found herself feeling a deep sense of pity, and even respect.
But that’s the way it is, isn’t it, being Sith? she thought. A Jedi would never let another take the fall like this. Of course, a Jedi would never calculatedly desecrate a sacred site for personal gain.
On second thought, she didn’t feel that sorry for him. This was the sort of thing Sith did to one another. Holpur had just miscalculated. Bad luck for him.
“We will take your words into consideration,” Darima said. He turned now to address the Hutt. “It seems that while Captain Faal does not feel she needs to be punished, she readily admits that the violation took place. What have you to say to this, Tooga?”
“Did we not arrive within moments of your call for aid?” said Tooga, spreading his short arms. “Did we not attack the offending vessel? Surround the other one?”
“You answer a question with a question,” said Darima.
“Very Hutt-like,” Lando murmured to Jaina.
“And what is wrong with that? My questions are rhetorical. We did arrive almost at once. We did do everything we were asked to do. We protected the Fountain.” He eyed Lando and Jaina, to see if they were buying this.
“Protected?” Jaina burst out. “You were supposed to prevent anything happening to the Fountain, according to the Treaty. Seems like you didn’t. Seems like it got violated pretty darn good.”
“We have suffered, like so many, from the Yuuzhan Vong!” Tooga protested. “Our numbers here are few, we have been forced to flee to other worlds, and yet we maintain a presence here. No one could have stopped this. We responded and ended the threat. We even have the criminals to make an example of!”
Jaina couldn’t suppress a snort. She didn’t want to decide in “favor” of either party. They were, Hutt and Sith both, self-centered liars, willing to throw anyone to the boarwolves to save their own hides. She was beginning to wish she’d taken Lando’s advice and just left. Lando regarded her for a moment, then spoke.
“Chancellor … I think Jedi Solo and I have heard enough to reach a verdict. Is there somewhere we could talk privately?”
“Certainly,” Darima said. He indicated that they should follow him. They descended the podium. Jaina kept her eyes forward, but she could feel both Faal and Tooga watching her closely. Darima led them to a small room off to the side. While much cozier in scale than the massive hall they had just departed, it was no less lovely or opulent. It was windowless, but glow rods provided more than enough illumination, and the chairs and sofa looked inviting. There was a small table in front of the sofa upon which rested a covered tray.
“We have prepared some food for you, in case you are hungry,” said Darima. “There is a comm panel on the right side of the door. When you have reached your decision, ring to let us know, or if you require more food or beverages.”
“Don’t suppose you’ve got any Correllian whiskey?” asked Lando. “I prefer Whyren’s Reserve, but I’ll take whatever you’ve got.”
Darima smiled. “I remember you were fond of that. Unfortunately, I do not have any. However, I will send you a bottle of one of our local favorites.”
“Thanks.”
Darima nodded and closed the door. Jaina turned to Lando. “You shouldn’t joke,” she chided.
“Who’s joking?”
“You’re going to drink? Now?”
“Can’t think of a better time. You know your daddy would, too. Especially if he had Whyren’s Reserve.”
“I suppose he would at that.” Jaina sighed and plopped down into a chair. “Lando, what do we do? It’s a miscarriage of justice either way. No one’s innocent here. The Sith did violate the Fountain—and I don’t for a nanosecond believe that Holpur was acting on his own initiative—and the Hutts didn’t prevent it.”
Lando sat down beside her and lifted the cover on the tray. Inside were unrecognizable tidbits. He picked one up, popped it into his mouth, and nodded appreciatively.
“And you know the Sith were lying how?”
She turned her head slowly and looked at him. “They’re Sith,” she said.
“I suppose I see your point. But that’s bias.”
“You had to have seen how Holpur reacted when Faal chucked him under the speeder.”
“Yeah, I did. But frankly, all we have are the reports, and what the Sith and Tooga tell us. You should try one of these blue things, they’re pretty good.”
“Not hungry, thanks.”
“More for me then.” He snagged another one. Jaina felt a flash of irritation, quickly dampened. Lando was who he was. He had his own ways of handling things.
“So this Faal person seems to think you’re siding with her, right? Because you had come to help Luke, and Luke had allied with them?”
“Right. But I can’t let the fact that they’re bringing a frigate and more warm bodies to the fight sway me, and neither can you.”
“I know,” Jaina said, and flopped back in the chair. “I just need to do the right thing.”
The problem was, when all options made you feel like you needed to take a sanisteam, what was the right thing?
They emerged within a half hour, moving quietly toward the dais and standing in front of their chairs. They had entered their comments on a datapad, and Darima cleared his throat and began to read from it.
“We, Lando Calrissian and Jaina Solo, affirm that we have given this matter due thought and care. We act solely from a point of what we perceive as justice, with no influence one way or the other.
“We perceive that there are two issues before us: Whether or not the Fountain was violated, and if so who was at fault, and whether the Hutts acted appropriately in defense of the Fountain. As to the first, it is clear to us from all accounts, even from the accused, that the Starstalker, at the very least, did deliberately and knowingly violate the one-kilometer technology-free zone. Captain Leeha Faal has agreed to turn over the entire crew of the Starstalker for justice under Klatooinian law.”
Slight murmurings and nods of approval from the Elders. From the Sith, two very different reactions. Captain Holpur stiffened, then sagged slightly. The color left his face, then rushed back in. Captain Faal did not smirk, smile, or otherwise express pleasure. Indeed, she had a fine sabacc face. But her eyes flashed, once, with triumph. Jaina knew that violation of the Fountain meant death. Part of her was sorry that it had to come to that, but these Sith knew perfectly well what they were doing, orders or not. It was the law of this world, and she couldn’t find them to be anything other than guilty.
“Secondly, as to the actions of Tooga Jalliissi Gral, we find that he did not obey the exact words of the Treaty of Vontor, but he did obey its spirit. The Hutt people have suffered, and their ability to protect the Fountain from such a completely unexpected and overt attack, something that has never occurred in twenty-five thousand years, should not be considered a dereliction of duty. The Fountain was violated, but not due to anything the Hutts in charge of its protection could reasonably be expected to have foreseen.”
Tooga closed his eyes in relief, but the Elders looked surprised by the verdict, though almost immediately Jaina sensed that some of them understood exactly why the decision had been made and agreed with it.
“Thus ends this emergency session,” said Darima. He pounded the dais with his staff three times, then turned to Lando and Jaina. “Thank you for your help. You may go now.”
His presence in the Force was resigned and unhappy. “You don’t agree with our decision,” Jaina said.
Darima gave her a sad look. “It’s not that I disagree, Jedi Solo. Actually, I would say given the circumstances, you rendered a remarkably well-thought-out verdict. The problem is, it doesn’t matter. Whatever verdict was reached, it would not have mattered.”
“What do you mean?” Lando asked.
“It
is too late,” Darima said. “There are riots occurring all over Klatooine. Hutts, even decent shop owners who have lived here for years, are being attacked. We are getting reports of uprisings throughout the galaxy. Lando, my people have been loyal to the treaty for twenty-five thousand years. Many chafe underneath it, and this incident … I do not honestly think that even if the Hutts had intervened in time, had prevented the Starstalker from violating the no-technology zone entirely, that things would be different. Too many are looking for the slightest excuse to call the treaty null and void. And the Starstalker gave it to them.”
“What’s going to happen now?” Jaina asked.
“Only the Ancestors know,” Darima replied. “We will give them the crew of the Starstalker. The law is clear upon that. Such a blasphemy calls for execution. But that will not be enough. I fear that Klatooine is at a crucial juncture. We are beholding the end of something—and the birth of something new. And I fear it will be birthed in blood.”
“Such things usually are,” Jaina said quietly. “I’m sorry we couldn’t be of more help.”
He smiled, gently. “You cared enough to try to find justice. More, no one could ask. Believe me when I tell you this has little to do with your decision. But at least we can say that all formalities were observed. Go now. While it’s still safe for you to fly.”
Go. With a smirking, self-satisfied Leeha Faal accompanying them.
Jaina was glad that she hadn’t eaten any of the little appetizers that had been prepared. She was convinced that if she had, they’d be coming right back up.
Leeha Faal went over to the doomed Vyn Holpur. “Your family will be rewarded for your action,” she said quietly.
“Thank you,” he replied formally. “Tell them I died well.”
She smiled slightly. “I can’t tell them that, because I’m not going to see you die. But we’ll assume so, shall we? It shouldn’t take too long. The pieces were large and sharp, were they not?”
He nodded.
“It is too bad we were not able to take the samples with us, but they can still serve a purpose. And if that does not suffice, then I trust you will bravely face whatever form of execution they deem appropriate. Tell the same to your crew. Their families will remember them. And so will High Lord Sarasu Taalon, when we have achieved our goal in the Maw.”
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