Rhia sat at a table with a man named Stentor. She had seen many pictures of his deformed face, but nothing had prepared her to see him in person. She looked down at the table, and the treaty that sat in front of her.
You want Naboo under the control of the Dark Alliance?
That's right Senator. Rhia winced at his rough, grating voice. She knew the man's intentions. The Dark Alliance wished to form, say, a second Separtist Union. She looked away. It was not possible for Naboo to join the Alliance.
Why is a small planet like Naboo important to you Master Stentor?
Don't fool with me Kateera! Naboo has been a trustworthy planet in the New Republic as well as the Old Republic. By taking control of it, we will deliver a fatal blow to the Republic.
And by telling me that, did you just improve your chances of me signing? His already crammed face scrunched up even more in anger.
By telling me that Kateera, did you improve your chances of getting out of this situation? Rhia inclined her head in defiance.
I will not sign the treaty My Lord!
Very well then, we will try again tomorrow. Rhia felt uneasy as he smiled slyly. He got up and left the interigation room, locking the door behind him. Rhia sat in her small chair, reading the treaty.
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