It was an attitude, unfortunately, that his fellow travelers didn’t seem to share. Maris, with her philosophical disdain for the Republic’s structured corruption, clearly had little patience with official ritual of any sort, and watched the proceedings with a sort of polite detachment. Qennto, for his part, merely looked bored.
The ceremony ended, the two yellow-clad Chiss moved back to flank the doorway to the ship, and with a gesture Thrawn led his visitor to where the three humans waited. “May I present Aristocra Chaf’orm’bintrano of the Fifth Ruling Family,” he said, switching from Cheunh to Sy Bisti. “These are K’rell’n traders, visitors from a far world.”
Chaf’orm’bintrano said something, his tone rather sharp. “In Sy Bisti, Aristocra, if you please,” Thrawn said. “They do not understand Cheunh.”
Chaf’orm’bintrano snorted, again in Cheunh, and thecorners of Thrawn’s mouth tightened briefly. “Aristocra Chaf’orm’bintrano is not interested in communicating with you at present,” he translated. “One of my warriors will show you to your quarters.” His eyes flicked to Car’das. “My apologies.”
“No apologies needed, Commander,” Car’das assured him, feeling a tightness in his throat as he gave Chaf’orm’bintrano an abbreviated bow. “None at all.”
The rooms Thrawn had ordered for them were built along the same lines as their quarters aboard the Springhawk, though somewhat larger. There were also two sleeping rooms this time instead of one, with a common refresher station set between them. Qennto and Maris were shown to one of the rooms, while Car’das was taken to the other. Exploring his new quarters, Car’das discovered to his mild surprise that his clothing and personal effects had already been brought from his cabin on the Bargain Hunter and arranged neatly in the various storage drawers. Apparently, Thrawn was planning an extended stay for them.
He paced the floor for a while, trying not to think about Chaf’orm’bintrano and his unconcealed disapproval of their presence in Chiss territory. An hour later a silent warrior arrived at his door with a meal on a tray. Car’das briefly considered checking on Qennto and Maris, decided they could come find him if they wanted his company, and ate his meal alone.
Afterward, he sat down at the computer station and tried the procedure Thrawn had taught them aboard the Springhawk for accessing the Cheunh vocabulary lists. The procedure worked on this computer, too, and he settled down to study.
It was five hours later, and he was dozing at the computer station, when another Chiss finally came to fetch him.
He was taken to a darkened room that was a close double of the Springhawk‘s Forward Visual Triangulation Site.
In this case the wide viewport looked out into the docking cavern outside, and Car’das could see the distant glow of drive enginesas a vessel made its way toward the exit tunnel. “Good evening, Car’das,” Thrawn said from one of the seats to the side of the room. “I trust you had a productive day.”
“Reasonably productive, yes,” Car’das said, going over and sitting down beside him. “I worked ahead a little on my language lessons.”
“Yes, I know,” Thrawn said. “I wanted to apologize to you for Aristocra Chaf’orm’bintrano’s lack of courtesy.”
“I’m sorry he took a dislike to us,” Car’das said, trying to be diplomatic. “I enjoyed the welcoming ceremony, and was looking forward to seeing more of how the Chiss do things.”
“It was nothing personal,” Thrawn assured him.
“Aristocra Chaf’orm’bintrano considers your presence here a threat to the Ascendancy.”
“May I ask why?”
Thrawn shrugged fractionally. “To some people, the unknown always represents a threat.”
“Sometimes they’re right,” Car’das conceded. “On the other hand, you Chiss seem quite capable of taking care of yourselves in a fight.”
“Perhaps,” Thrawn said. “There are times when I wonder.
Tell me, do you understand the concept of neutralizing a potential enemy before that enemy can launch an attack against you?“
“You mean like a preemptive strike?” Car’das asked.
“Certainly.”
“It’s widespread among your people, then?”
“I’m not sure widespread is the right word,” Car’das hedged. “I know there are people who consider it immoral.”
“Do you?”
Car’das grimaced. He was twenty-three years old, and he worked for a smuggler who liked to tweak Hutts. What did he know about the universe? “I think that if you’re going to do something like that, you need to make very sure they’re a genuine threat,” he said slowly. “I mean, you need to have evidence that they were actually planning to attack you.”
“What about someone who may not plan to attack you personally, but is constantly attacking others?”
It was pretty obvious where this was going. “You mean like the Vagaari?” Car’das asked.
“Exactly,” Thrawn confirmed. “As I told you, they have not yet attacked Chiss territory, and military doctrine dictates they must therefore be ignored. Do the beings they prey on have any claim on our military strength, or must we simply stand aside and watch as they are slaughtered or enslaved?”
Car’das shook his head. “You’re asking questions that have been argued since civilization began.” He stole a look at the commander’s profile. “I take it you and Aristocra Chaf’orm’bintrano disagree on this point?”
“I and the entire Chiss species disagree on this point,”
Thrawn said, a note of sadness in his voice. “Or so it often seems.
I’m relieved to hear that the question isn’t as clear-cut for others as it is for our Ruling Families.”
“Did you tell the Aristocra about the Vagaari ship?”
Car’das asked. “There seemed to be plunder in there from a lot of different species.”
“I did, and he wasn’t particularly impressed,” Thrawn said. “For him, the defensive-only doctrine admits to no exceptions.”
“What if some of those victims were species you know?” Car’das suggested. “Friends, or even just trading partners? Would that make a difference?”
“I doubt it,” Thrawn said thoughtfully. “We do little trading outside our borders. Still, it might be useful to examine the treasure in detail.” He cocked his head. “Would you be interested in assisting?”
“Of course,” Car’das said. “Though I don’t know what help I would be.”
“You might recognize some of the artifacts,” Thrawn said, standing up. “If they also prey on worlds of your Republic, you may have additional data that would be useful.”
“In that case, you should also invite Maris and Qennto along,” Car’das said, standing up as well. “They’ve traveled a lot more than I have.”
“A good suggestion,” Thrawn said as he led the way toward the exit. “That will also give Captain Qennto a chance to choose which of the items he’ll wish to keep for himself” He smiled slightly. “Which will in turn help establish the relative values of the items.”
“You’re not cynical at all, are you, Commander?”
Car’das said.
“I merely understand how others think and react,”
Thrawn said, his smile fading. “Perhaps that’s why I have so much difficulty with a philosophy of waiting instead of acting.”
“Perhaps,” Car’das said. “For whatever it’s worth, I doubt the people you’d be taking action to help would see any moral problems with it.”
“True,” Thrawn agreed. “Though their gratitude might be short-lived.”
“Sometimes,” Car’das conceded. “Not always.”
8
With a sigh, Obi-Wan shut off his comlink and slipped it back into his belt. “Still nothing?” Anakin asked.
“No,” Obi-Wan said, throwing a look at the darkening sky. The stars were starting to appear, and all around them house lights were coming on as families settled in for the evening.
Anakin muttered something under his breath. “We should have tried calling her earlier.”
“We did try calling her earlier,” Obi-Wan told him.
“You were just too busy playing with Duefgrin’s swoop to notice.”