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Authors: Jude Watson
Star Wars: The Last of the Jedi, Volume 5
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Contents
He hadn’t seen Palpatine since he was seventeen. Ferus Olin remembered a pale, soft-spoken man with a sharp political mind. Chancellor Palpatine always had an air of
deference to all, despite his considerable power in the Senate.
But things had changed.
He was the Emperor now…and his power had turned sinister.
Ferus was shocked. Palpatine’s face had sunken into itself, his cheeks collapsed, his eyes hollowed. He wore a concealing hood, but it couldn’t hide his newly grotesque appearance.
The whites of his eyes had turned yellow, and his skin was deeply furrowed.
No wonder he no longer appeared on the HoloNet for official pronouncements.
Obi-Wan Kenobi had told him that Palpatine was a Sith. That he had fought in a battle with Mace Windu and had defeated him, but the effort of it had left him horribly scarred. Ferus hadn’t
known what to expect, but this was worse than he could have possibly imagined. He could feel the dark side of the Force in the room. He had to fight to keep his concentration.
Palpatine’s aides, Sly Moore and Mas Amedda, stood at both ends of his desk. His Royal Red Guards—six of them—stood at attention near the exit door. A thin graying man with
sunken cheeks, dressed in an Imperial uniform, stood near them. Ferus had no idea who he was, but the way he stood spoke of a certain importance.
All this
, Ferus thought,
for little old me?
Palpatine had contacted him only a few days before. He had asked him to this meeting, even though Ferus had recently escaped from an Imperial prison. The Emperor had guaranteed his safety. When
Ferus had arrived, he’d undergone a standard weapons check, but to his surprise, Sly Moore had allowed him to keep the lightsaber he had clipped to his utility belt. He hadn’t bothered
to hide it. He knew Palaptine was aware that he had one.
“Please sit,” Palpatine said, gesturing to a chair. “Make yourself comfortable. You see we allowed you to keep your weapon. A lightsaber…how interesting. And here I
thought you were a
former
Jedi.”
“Former apprentice, actually.”
Palpatine sat and folded his hands on his desk. Ferus wrenched his eyes away from the Sith’s long, deeply furrowed nails, caked with dirt. “I could hardly expect you to admit to
being a Jedi, seeing that they were traitors who tried to bring down the Republic.”
“I’m confused,” Ferus said. “I thought it was
you
who brought down the Republic. Didn’t you declare an Empire a couple of months ago?”
“I’m curious as to how you obtained a lightsaber,” Palpatine said, ignoring Ferus’s question. “Strange to see, because we received reports that a ship had landed on
Illum, where so many lightsabers are created.”
“Did you? I’m glad to hear it’s still a popular place.”
Palpatine gave a thin smile. “Only for the Jedi, and they are all gone now.”
“I heard that, too.”
“It was a shame that such a respected order overstepped its bounds so badly.”
“Is that what happened? I had no idea.”
Ferus felt sweat bead up on his hairline and hoped the Emperor wouldn’t see it. He was feeling Palpatine out, trying to provoke him. But Palpatine just continued to speak in the same deep,
sonorous voice, close to expressionless.
“Perhaps now we should discuss why I asked you here,” the Emperor said.
“I have to admit I’m curious,” Ferus said.
He had debated whether to come. He had been on a remote space station with his crew when the summons came. They were a scruffy bunch, made up of members of a group called the Erased, which
included Keets Freely, a former journalist, and Curran Caladian, who had been a Senate aide. Also along was Clive Flax, who had escaped from the same prison as Ferus. Ferus was fond of Clive, who
had been a double agent during the Clone Wars but claimed to owe allegiance to no one but himself. And then there was Trever, the street kid who’d been traveling with Ferus. Trever had been a
stowaway on his flight from his homeworld of Bellassa, and the two had journeyed together ever since.
Also along was Solace, a reluctant traveler. She’d once been the great Jedi Knight Fy-Tor-Ana. She’d changed her name and had tried to forget her past existence as a Jedi. So she
hadn’t been too thrilled when Ferus came along, suggesting she team up to find other missing Jedi.
They’d been on their way to the secret base Ferus had set up for any Jedi he might find, when the summons had come from Palpatine. Ferus had been trying to get back there for weeks now. He
needed to know how Jedi Master Garen Muln was faring. Ferus had found him in the caves of Illum, waiting for death to take him. He’d still been weak when Ferus had left him in the care of his
friends, Raina and Toma.
The Erased had all conferred, argued, and then, in the end, decided that Ferus couldn’t ignore the summons. Besides, they reasoned, he might learn things from Palpatine that could be
useful in the coming fight against him.
It was too dangerous for his friends to be near the Senate. They had gone to the secret hideout of Dexter Jettster, hundreds of levels below on Coruscant. If Ferus didn’t return that day,
they would come looking for him.
The thing was, he’d just had a hard time breaking out of an Imperial prison. He didn’t want to end up in one again.
“I don’t break my promises,” Palpatine said. “You will be allowed to leave once you hear my proposal. I’m hoping you will accept it, but if not, the door will be
open. However, I have no doubt you
will
accept.”
Think again
. There was no way Ferus would help the Empire. But for the moment, he’d keep his mouth shut.
“I’ll let you be briefed by Moff Tarkin, who has been in constant contact with our Imperial advisor on Sath.”
The tall man with the gray skin and dark hair took one step forward.
“We have received a request from a planet called Samaria through our own Imperial advisor there,” he said. “The Samarian ruler has asked us to send an emissary directly from
this office to help them. Their mainframe computer for the city systems of the capital city of Sath has been infiltrated. A bug has been introduced into the system that has transferred personal
information from one citizen to another in a random pattern—and thus has thrown the banking, medical, and social services into chaos. Not only that, but the city systems have also
malfunctioned. Do you know Samaria?”
“I’ve heard of it,” Ferus said. “Never been there. I do know it’s a desert planet, completely dependent on technology. I would imagine that this problem would
eventually lead to major systemic breakdowns.”
“Excellent,” Palpatine said. “You have the picture entirely. Already, there is danger that the planet will collapse into anarchy.”
Tarkin continued in the same terse tone. “The bug has been introduced so cleverly that no one can figure out how to kill it. Every time they’ve tried to fix it, it sends the programs
into another random sequence. If the planet has to start over and collect information on every citizen, it could be disastrous.” Tarkin stepped back, his moment in the spotlight over. He
seemed such a colorless presence…yet Ferus’s instincts told him to beware.
“You can see why I’ve come to you, Master Olin,” Palpatine said. “Since you’ve popped up, I’ve had occasion to read your file. You have an impressive history
since leaving the Jedi. You’re the best in the galaxy at computer security.”
“I wouldn’t say the best.”
“I would.”
In a former life, Ferus had been an expert at computer systems and identity coding. His company, Olin/Lands, had helped people disappear into new lives and had been expert at security wipes and
the creation of new ID docs.
He could guess how much trouble the planet of Samaria was in. But that didn’t mean he’d be an agent of the Empire.
“You were the most proficient in the galaxy,” Palpatine continued. “No one else has been able to solve this problem. Your job will be to trace the saboteur through the system
and find the key that will lead you to who did this. Then the Empire can restore the planet to stability. After all, stability is why the Empire began. We will reign over an unparalleled number of
peaceful years. And we will always reach out a hand to help any planet in distress.”
And if you believe that, you’ll believe anything
.
“I appreciate your problem,” Ferus said. “Unfortunately, I can’t help you.”
Under the hood, the dark gaze flickered.
“I’m needed elsewhere,” Ferus continued. “Now, since you assured me your exit door was open, I’ll take my leave.”
“If you must. Let him go,” Palpatine instructed the Royal Guards.
Ferus walked toward the door. He waited at any moment for the Guards to strike him down on Palpatine’s order. He wouldn’t hesitate to use his lightsaber. If he had to die here, he
would. There was no way he was going back to prison.
“There is just one more thing you should consider,” Palpatine said.
Ferus stopped, his eyes on the door—and freedom. Here it was. He must have been a fool to think for even a second that Palpatine would let him go.
“You probably haven’t heard the news. Your partner, Roan Lands, has been arrested.”
Ferus felt the name like a stab in his heart. His partner. His friend. Roan.
Still, he kept his face to the door. He wouldn’t give Palpatine the satisfaction of seeing his face.
“Along with an acquaintance of yours, Dona Telamark.”
Dona, who’d hidden him when the Imperial soldiers were hunting him. Who’d asked for nothing and had given him everything. She was an elder woman, strong and sturdy, who loved her
mountain home and her solitude. The thought of her in a prison was wrenching.
“They are both,” Palpatine said, his voice rising, “scheduled to be executed.”
Ferus tried not to shake.
“For what crime?” he asked.
“Conspiracy against the government of Bellassa.”
