Her heartbeat raced as she hurriedly turned on the lights, taking in the luxurious apartment around her and assuring herself that she was safe.Ī heavy fist pounded against her door again. Riyo woke up in a cold sweat, her white-knuckled hands clutching her sheets to her chest. Black spots faded out her vision, and she felt herself begin to lose consciousness. She was utterly powerless against a force so foreign and terrible as this. She tried to shout, tried to scream for help, but it was no use. “You’ve meddled in my affairs for the last time, Riyo Chuchi,” the Chancellor said, his brows furrowing in malice and transforming his features into those of the Sith Lord she now knew him to be. In a flash Chancellor Palpatine raised a weathered hand and her throat seized up, the walls of her larynx squeezing tighter and tighter together. “Well that is unfortunate for you, because I cannot afford to extend you the benefit of the doubt.” “Hmm,” he said, considering her like he would a bug beneath his boot.
“I, ah… Seem to have gotten lost,” she said, aware that it was a pathetic excuse but her imagination failing her. She hadn’t heard any doors open or close, but the Chancellor’s mysterious entrance only served as further evidence of her very worst suspicions. Terror gripped Riyo so intensely she couldn’t breathe. “Senator Chuchi,” the elderly politician said, a menacing sneer on his face, “What reason could you possibly have to access my personal console?” “Chancellor Palpatine!” she said breathlessly. Riyo whirled around, taking care to stand in front of the console with the scomp link still in it.
“Well, what have we here?” a cool, wizened voice sounded through the darkness. The scomp link finally stopped humming, and Riyo felt the beginnings of hope swell within her, though she knew any celebration was premature.
The few times Riyo had been in here before it had felt imposing, but the profound sense of dread the tall ceilings and wide, possessive window instilled was new. There was a good chance she would die here, but her conscience would not allow her to walk away.Ĭhancellor Palpatine’s office was dark, the red glow of electronic ambient light casting a sinister haze over the otherwise plain office furniture. Riyo waited while the scomp link whirred at Chancellor Palpatine’s personal terminal, nerves alight though she forced a casual expression on her face.
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