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Damask remained on the rampart while the light waned and darkness crept over the forested landscape. In the grand courtyard below, the bonfire flames leapt higher and the odors of charred meat hung thickly in the air. Wines and other intoxicants flowed freely; Twilek and Theelin females entertained; and the crowd grew rowdy. Each hunting party was required to display and butcher its prizes; to get limbs and other appendages wet with blood. Not all beings were meat eaters, but even those who subsisted on grains and other crops were drawn into the debauchery. At midnight the guiding principles of the Republic would be mocked in skits, and prominent Senatorssave for those presentwould be subjected to ridicule. That Sith ceremonies and symbols had been incorporated into the ceremonies and the architecture of the fortress was Damasks secret alone. Sensing the arrival of Larsh Hill and two other Muuns, he swung from the pat view. The Hutt has been waiting since starfall, Hill said. The price of meeting with me, Damask said. Hill gave him a longsuffering look. If she didnt know as much, she would be long gone.

But none of this amounted to corporeal survival. The saurians stared at him. Go ahead, Damask said, without humor now. Climb aboard. Two of the guards brandished blasters. The chief Gossam looked from one Muun to the next, terror widening his eyes. Have we done something to displease you, Magister A good question, Damask said. Have you The chief Gossam didnt speak until all four had clambered up onto the platform. Precisely how did we come to your notice A mutual friend brought you to our attention, Damask said. A Bith named Rugess Nome. You recently supplied him with a survey report and a mining probe. The platform began to rise and the Gossams extended their long necks in fear. We can make this right! one of them said in a pleading voice. Damask eyed the ceiling. Then be quick about it. The laser cannons fire automatically. Plasma! the same one fairly shrieked. An untapped reservoir of plasma! Enough to provide energy to a worlds! Damask signaled one of the Ugnaughts to halt the platforms rise. Where On what world Naboo, the Gossam said; then louder: Naboo! Hill elaborated, though unnecessarily. Something of a hermit planet in the Mid Rim, and capital of the Chommell sector. Relatively close to Tatooine, in fact. Once a source for the veermoks we had cloned for use as game in the greel forests. Damask allowed him to finish and looked up at the Gossams. Who hired you to conduct a mining survey A faction in opposition to the monarchy, Magister. We swear it to be true, another said. This Naboo is ruled by a royal Damask asked. A King, the chief Gossam said. His detractors wish to see the planet opened to galactic trade. Damask paced away from the platform. He considered torturing the Gossams, to learn who had hired them to sabotage Tenebrous on Baldemnic, but decided to leave that for another day, since the Bith was known to have had many adversaries. Turning finally, he ordered the Ugnaught to return the platform to the floor. This plasma reservoir is as enormous as you claim he demanded. Unique among known worlds, the leader said in relief as he and his comrades stood shivering in Damasks withering gaze. Damask regarded them in silence, then swung to the commander of the Sun Guards. Transport them to the most remote world you can find in the Tingel Arm, and make certain they remain there in the event I have further need of them. Leaving his fellow Muuns to rest, Damask climbed the forts eastern rampart for starrise. He was as weary as any of them but too dissatisfied with the outcome of the Gathering to find much comfort in sleep. On the chance that an untapped reservoir of plasma might be of interest to the disgruntled leadership of the Trade Federationand ignoring for the moment the effect it could have on Malastares energy exportshe had ordered Hill and the others to learn everything they could about the planet Naboo and its isolationist monarch. Once the Gossams of Subtext Mining had been dealt with, Damask and the Muuns had devoted the rest of the evening to meeting with members of what they termed their steering committee, which was made up of select politicians, lobbyists, and industrialists; financiers representing Sestina, Aargau, and the Bank of the Core; elite members of the Order of the Canted Circle and the Trade Federation Directorate; and gifted ship designers, like Narro Sienar, whom Plagueis planned to support in his bid to become chief operating officer of Santhe/Sienar Technologies. The committee met periodically, though seldom on Sojourn, to assure the swift passage of corporatefriendly legislation; fix the price of such commodities as Tibanna gas, transparisteel, and starship fuel; and keep Senators in place on Coruscant as career diplomats, as a means of distancing them from what was really taking place outside the Core. Not everyone agreed that the Muuns strategy of tactical astriction was the best method for keeping the Republic offbalance and thus ripe for manipulation. But Damask had insisted that their common goal of oligarchygovernment by a select fewwould eventually be realized, even if attained as a result of actions and events few would observe, and about which some of the membership might never learn. Starlight glinted from the hulls of the last of the departing ships. Damask took comfort in knowing that his guests believed they had taken part in something secretive and grand, and had been encouraged to execute campaigns that on the surface may have seemed informed by selfinterest but were in fact bits of Sith business. He spent another long moment listening; then, like a wraith, he dashed down three flights of stone steps and out through the old gate into the waking forest, parting his cloak as he ran, his left hand on the hilt of the lightsaber. Lifting off in great numbers from their evening roosts and screeching in displeasure, the mornings earliest risers warned the rest that a hunter was on the loose. Of the most dangerous sort, Damask might have added: a hunter of sentients. In moments he was deep in a stand of oldgrowth greel trees well outside the security perimeter, when he sensed something that stopped him in midstride. Motionless, he drew inward in an effort to verify what hed felt. A Forceuser! A Jedi spy he wondered. They had tried repeatedly to penetrate Sojourns defenses during previous Gatherings. But unless one had arrived in a ship designed and built by Darth Tenebrous, there would have been no way to reach the surface undetected. And yet someone had obviously succeeded in making it downside. Lifting his hand from the hilt of the lightsaber, Damask minimized his presence in the Force, surrendering his eminence and disappearing into the material world. Then he began to move deeper into the forest, winding his way through the trees, allowing the Jedi to stalk him even as he berated himself for having acted rashly. If it came to ambush, he would not be able to fight back and risk exposing himself as a Sith. He should have allowed the Sun Guards to deal with the intruder. But why would a Jedi bother to trip the perimeter sensors only to retreat beyond their reach They didnt make mistakes of that sort. And surely whoever was out there wouldnt have expected a Muun to respond, if for no other reason than Muuns didnt make mistakes of that sort. So what was this one after Ahead Damask heard the characteristic hiss and hum of a lightsaber, and saw the weapons blade glowing in the mist. Emerging from behind a thickboled tree, the wielder had the lightsaber in his right hand, angled toward the spongy ground.
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