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 Post Posted: Sun Jun 11, 2006 1:16 am    Post subject: Cell 412, Imperial Palace (Surface)
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Nevin lie face-down in the bed, trying to sleep until he could no longer avoid the inevitable. It was a reality that he was now awaiting a trial. So many people were probably doing victory dances…

He rolled over onto his back, sighing and staring up at the blank ceiling. The metallic floor was beginning to seem like a better option than this stiff, sterile bed. He also had no idea what was transpiring outside of the walls. It had only been a few hours since it occurred, and he assumed the investigation of the scene by the Alliance’s own forces was taking precedence over actually contacting Nevin to get his story.

Aside from that, there were so many unanswered questions about the late Commodore Meehan. It was plainly evident – to Nevin, at least – that she was intent on ending Solo’s life. He surely thought that Solo would have already testified that. But why would Meehan do it? An assassin or bounty hunter? Just a random disgruntled Rebel officer?

A foreign agent?

Nevin folded his hands behind his head and closed his eyes, the cold and stale air making him wish the covers actually offered some warmth. To think that he could spend the rest of his life here was a frightening prospect. If that was so, he would have all the time in the world to ponder these questions.

But he had a feeling it wouldn’t happen that way.
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Regret was the only thing Salla felt right now. The night had been going poorly and she had left in a huff to get even with Nevin only to find out later that he had been arrested for murder. If only she would've stuck around in that ballroom and provided an outlet for him and coaxed him to stay where he was and not leave, then none of this would've happened.

Salla blew out an exasperated sigh as a small contingent of Imperial guards escorted her down the cellbay where Antilles was being held. She had changed out of her elaborate dress and now only wore faded battle fatigues with a low slung belt. Somehow it seemed to fit the situation.

The guards slowed their march as the group finally approached Nevin's cell. Salla took one last look at her current surroundings and hesitated. Why was she here? Nevin had blatantly left her sit at the ball and now ran off to murder someone. She still had not healed from the first incident, how easy did he think it was going to be for her to forgive him for this? He murdered someone for frak's sake! What if he had done it to her?

...but what if he had done it because of her?

Salla pursed her lips and nodded to the guards, finally coming to a decision with her arms wrapped tightly about her torso. If she would just walk away from this, Nevin Antilles would haunt her for the rest of her life, no matter what his fate may reveal. She needed some finality to this whole thing.

The head guard stepped forth and rapped on the cell door with the butt of his E-11 rifle. "Hey, scum," he called into a small transceiver located near the lock of the door. "I hope you're awake, you gotta pretty lady here to visit you. Some Salla Vivek."

Another guard pushed Salla forward roughly as the one who had spoken activated a small holocam so that Nevin could see her and she could see him. Salla winced at the sight of him on the monitor. He looked terrible and an instant pang of guilt washed over her.

"Nevin?" she called gently into the holo with a small smile present on her face to lift his spirits. The haggard form stirred a bit at her voice and it prompted her to continue. "Nevin, I-I'm so sorry. I just had to see you."
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He sat up on the bed as the monitor on his side of the door activated. It was too small to really make out any details…

Salla? He stood up fully and walked up to it. Gods, he hadn’t even thought about her feelings in this. She’d disappeared from the ball, then came back to find Nevin in an Imperial detention center for murder. He needed to talk to her, and not through electronics.

“Salla,” he said, still in awe that she would even come here. “Let her in,” he called towards the guards that were surely out there. “Let her in!”

The doors opened after a few moments of consideration and Nevin sank back towards the bed, waiting for her to enter.
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There was some kind of commotion spurred by her sudden appearance inside the cell, that much Salla was sure of, but she couldn't quite make out what was being said. She peered closer at the monitor but it was pretty much useless. The monitor was too small and there were little static lines running through it every few seconds. She sighed in defeat and turned to look at the guards.

The guards, also concerned over Nevin's outburst, were conversing amongst themselves near the door. Their hands were gesturing wildly and every once and a while they would nod in Salla's direction.

Salla narrowed her eyes and watched the exchange. Apparently they were able to decipher whatever it was Nevin had said and were now discussing it. Salla hoped their little meeting didn't end with them shoving a blaster rifle in her ass and forcing her back up the corridor in which she came.

Finally the two seemed to have come to an agreement and the more rough and burly looking of the two approached her with a grim expression behind his face plate. "You have 5 minutes, 10 if you're luckly," he gestured toward the cell door. "Go on and get to it and don't try anything stupid, little missy. We have our eyes on you."

With those final words, the other guard decoded the lock and the door opened. Salla felt a lump forming in her throat as she slowly stepped toward the open cell. What if he really was a dangerous man and tried the same trick he had pulled on the other woman?

No! He wouldn't do that. He was a changed man since being a part of the Empire. He wouldn't do that to....someone he loved? Salla licked her chapped lips and stood just beyond the doorway, staring at the haggard man on the bed. The door clanged shut behind her and she winced before recollecting herself.

The cell was silent as the two just continued to stare back at each other until Salla cleared her throat and broke that eerie silence. She needed to know the truth and settle this once and for all. "H-hi, Nevin," she said meekly. "I, uh, just needed to come and see you. I mean, if that's alright with you."
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I stormed into the prison, my mind in a frenzy after having seen the security tapes. What had made Nevin commit such a despicable murder? Granted, Meehan wasn't acquitting herself much better, engaging Solo in adultery, but murdering her?
Just prior to arriving, I informed Organa Solo that her husband was in detox and her admiral in prison for murder. Granted, questions would arise as to why Meehan was still in their ranks, but the truth was far from painful: she was to monitor them after the signing of the treaty, and make sure we could provide sufficient aid. She supposedly even helped reform their army and offered suggestions on their Navy.
Then, later, she fell under suspicion from the Winged Witch that created the abortive Ball, for arguing against cloning. During the war, she was an excellent deep-cover agent. But, she was far from a spy after the treaty had been signed. She was more of the Empire's unseen hand, gently assisting the Alliance from within, while I tried to help from without.
And now she was dead. Already, there were rumblings of bloodlust and saber-ratting from the radicals in the Alliance, and the murder of an Imperial agent would only spark those on both sides even further.
And I'm going to find out why? I'm going to find out what gives these bastards the right to spark another war, to force my child to grow up in violence and hate. What possible justification could they use?
And I was going to start with Nevin. However, as I rounded the corner into the corridor of cells, I saw a blonde woman entering his room as two Coruscant guards stood watch outside.
I'd wait to question him. If anything, being a secret agent of the Empire taught patience.
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Nevin stepped closer to her as the door closed behind her. Salla being here was his biggest relief in a long time. She stood there, looking at him.

However, she wasn't good at hiding her feelings. She was...almost scared of him. Her eyes were searching his for answers that he couldn't really provide. He didn't really want to give those answers either; he wanted to forget about it and enjoy her being here while he could.

She was, however, looking at him with the same look she had given Nevin when he was actively participating in the capture, and eventual murder, of Flint. She hadn't had much faith in him then, he couldn't imagine why she would come to see him when he was committed of murder.

True enough, he'd killed her, but it wasn't murder. It was defense. Once Solo testified, he'd be out of this. He hoped. If he hadn't, he imagined this was the supposed-gods' revenge on him and Hel had a special place in her kingdom reserved.

"Look," he sighed. "I killed her. But I didn't murder her," Nevin informed, studying her figure and her eyes, hopig that she would believe what he said.
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Salla sighed and lowered her gaze as Nevin began to speak. She tried to occupy herself with studying the many scoff marks and creases on her boots and act like what he had said hadn't happened, but it was no use. The words sunk in deeper than she had anticipated and they stung. She wasn't prepared for him to just start rattling off what happened. She didn't think anyone could be prepared for the burden he was carrying.

Not being able to keep her gaze off of him any longer, Salla forced herself to look up into his pleading eyes. What she saw hurt as much as his words. He was sincere and afraid. And still, he wanted her to know.

"Nevin," she began, forcing the lump in her throat back down into her stomach. "I-I didn't come to yell at you I just...couldn't believe it was you when I heard it." She paused and closed her eyes tightly, trying to force back the tears that were threatening to spill. "Why did you...kill her? I-I need to know at least that much."
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Nevin took a step closer to her and looked straight down into her eyes, taking her hands in his. "I'm not a murderer, Salla," he said, stuttering slightly. "She was trying to kill Han."
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Salla felt her lower lip trembling as he reached up and took her hands within his. Eventhough he was tense, his touch was soothing and it had a calming effect on her mind. This is what she wanted.

"W-why?" was all she could muster as she practically spat out the word, having difficulty forming the syllables. She closed her eyes tightly once more and tucked her chin to her chest. "I-I want to believe you so badly...but--why? I need to know!"
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He stroked each of her hands with his thumbs, trying to calm her. "I don't know," Nevin said. He had several ideas, but suggesting a bunch of random theories to Salla wasn't going to help the situation. "I just know what I saw."
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Salla relaxed her hands within his grip and just studied the depths of his blue eyes. At least the reasoning behind his attacks weren't malacious and it brought her a renewed sense of comfort - not only for herself but for being with him as well. If they ever had the chance to get together, she had that extra reassurance that he would protect her to the end.

"So, you saved him," she muttered matter of factly to herself. "And the Empire broke their little treaty by attacking him." She paused here and scowled, tearing her gaze away from him for a moment. "I bet that was their plan all along - they want us all dead!"

Desperately squeezing his hands once more, Salla whirled back around to look Nevin in the eye. "I need to get you out of here," she pleaded, starting to pull him forward. "Between the two of us, taking down those guards shouldn't be too hard. The rest of the galaxy needs to know that you're innocent!"
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He longed to follow her for so many reasons. He wanted her to feel secure -that was the feeling she was giving off around him, wasn't it? But he couldn't. He couldn't just run away and ruin everything he had worked for in the past year.

He let himself be moved a few steps, but then stopped short a few feet from the door. "I can't, Salla," Nevin told her, sighing. "I did kill her, but I didn't murder her. I wanna set the record straight, for all our sakes."
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He couldn't be serious, she thought over and over to herself. What was he thinking? Here she was presenting him a chance to break free of his imprisionment and he was...refusing.

But why?

Was it his past duty with the Empire? His friendship with that fiend, Ams? Or was it that he was truly sincere and wanted to set things straight truthfully despite the dire consequences he was facing?

Another part of Salla melted for him as that last thought sunk in. He was honest, caring and would put his life on the line for those he cared for and served under. Nevin Antilles was a prime example of the perfect officer and friend. She hoped when this mess was all over, he would be commended for his actions.

Salla breathed a heavy sigh and reluctantly let her hand drop from his grip. "I understand," she breathed quietly. "I guess it would be better this way. It'll give you a better chance against those---"

A loud clang interrupted Salla's words as the guards slammed open the door. The burly one with the twisted smile stepped forth and sneered at the couple. "Time's up, missy. Say good-bye to your convict."

For several seconds, Salla couldn't move, couldn't breath or bring herself to take her eyes off of him. After what he did for them, how could she just walk out on him? Pressing her lips together into a thin line, Salla came to a decision what she must do.

"One more thing before I go," she said just quiet enough so that only her and Nevin could hear. "Don't get yourself into too much trouble." Salla hesitated for a moment before flinging her arms around the man's shoulders and embracing him in a heart-felt hug. She couldn't quiet bring herself to say that she loved him just yet, but this would suffice.

Before he had a chance to react to what she had done, Salla broke off the hug and slipped away, passing quietly between the guards and heading out the door. Tears streaked down her cheeks as she steadily walked away from the man she loved.
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Nevin could have held the embrace for ages. It felt right for her to be pressed close to his body, her frame against his. Every part of his being craved for her to be in such proximity to him - not just physically, but in ways beyond that. It was...just right. His body yearned to naturally move in and kiss her soft face, but she had pulled away. The moment had passed, and Nevin felt odd for thinking about it.

"Sa--," he began, cutting himself off. He then sank back to the bed. "I'll see ya around," Nevin finished with a slight smirk and set himself back onto the bed as the door closed into near-darkness again.
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I fumed silently as Vivek was escorted out. Nevin didn't deserve any kind of comforting after his crime. I could only hope that the blonde girl left knowing that the man I once called my best friend was a cold-blooded killer.
The images of the holorecording were still seared into my mind. Agent Meehan, astride the adulterous Commander Solo, the two apparently having just commenced the main event of their activities that night when Nevin burst in. He lunged upon the unsuspecting Meehan, knocking her off of Solo, and tackled her to the floor. They wrestled for a moment, with Antilles savagely smashing her skull against the bed. Then, it became apparent why Meehan fought so fiercely: a moment later, Nevin's hand released hers, and plunged a knife into her heart.
And yet, damning as the evidence was, it actually spared Nevin to a small degree: before I had seen them, there was a distinct suspicion of rape. I had never thought Nevin capable of such a brutal act until I saw that Meehan had been bludgeoned before she was killed. However, the tape downgraded his viciousness from a rape culminating in murder to silence the victim to "just" murder.
But, there was still one question that haunted me. Why? Even when Nevin was head of the ISB, ineffective as it was then, he never seemed to demonstrate a capacity for such sheer barbarity. Then again, he was also recruited from the ranks of the Navy, and was not truly one of the COMPNOR ideological puppets. Having been drawn from the military myself, and dealt with ISB and COMPNOR, I knew that their indoctrination led to a fevered fanaticism that could result in any manner of atrocity. The line military officers, however, adhered to a tradition of professionalism. However, as more and more commanders steeped and programmed in the High Human culture and near-maniacal (and definitely suicidal) devotion, even some officers of the military found themselves party to brutal acts. However, such acts were no longer allowed to happen. Not in the Empire that was rebuilt by Lord Vader, myself, and a host of true Imperial officers, devoted to the state instead of lust for power, thirst for conquest, and willingness to sacrifice billions of innocent lives to make a point. The old ways were gone: the slavery, the underworld ties, the politicking and jockeying for power, playing organizations off against each other merely to keep them suppressed... all of it was over. The Empire was born anew, no longer a violent, exploitative and oppressive regime, but a strong and powerful protector of its citizens. Some fools would enjoy screaming of our dictatorship status, but I would always ask them what truly is wrong with a dictatorship? In ancient times, it was a title of respect, often used by a ruler in war that needed total authority. Not that there weren't problems with dictatorships; Palpatine proved that in the blood of billions. However, we were an enlightened government, or at least well on the way.
And the Alliance, for all of its supposed morals, for all of its championing the rights of people, had proved that even they were capable of cruelty. And I wanted to know what they had to poison a young man with as much potential as Nevin into a cold-blooded assassin.
Even the thought of what he did stirred my feelings to fury. It was almost palpable as I stormed into the cell, and glared at the scum that I had been foolish enough to think of as a friend. Just the sight of him sitting on his bunk, almost relaxing, made my teeth grind together.
His blue eyes flicked over, and a defeated sigh issued from his throat. He leaned against the wall, and muttered, "Don't blow a vein, Ams."
"You're not exactly in the best position to be flippant," I retorted, glaring at the arrogant man.
Nevin sighed again. "Why am I not surprised that you're here?"
"If you'd prefer," I glowered, my words dripping with bitter sarcasm, "I'll send in Jax."
"Why don't you?" he answered heatedly. "Maybe we'll have one less morbidly insane Imperial out of the way?"
"Or we'll lose another morbidly insane ex-Imperial instead."
The cocky bastard smirked. "Maybe. But after you've killed a naked female murderer, you feel pretty capable of handling overrated Sovereign Protectors."
I took a step closer, about to force-feed him his own words, butI restrained myself from putting my fist through his teeth, though I had to admit it would certainly help with my blood pressure. "Even some little Force-jockey like you couldn't take on a Royal Guard."
The supreme arrogance of all Force users, regardless of affiliation, had not spared Nevin. It had become apparent that he possessed the skill after our little skirmish on Tatooine, when I distinctly felt a choking sensation at one point during the battle. And it seemed the Alliance Jedi, especially those attempting to resurrect the old Order, were the most arrogant. How easily they remembered that the Empire destroyed their scum when pointing a finger and trying to blame something, but when discussing their own mortality, it was handily forgotten.They thought of themselves as superbeings, when a single blaster or slug could kill them just as easily as the next person. (Hmm, was it just IC thinking or perhaps a commentary on the state of affairs? Only the Shadow knows...Joke)
"Oh, no," Nevin said, rising from the bed, and interrupting my thoughts. "I wouldn't even need that."
I scoffed. Shayera in her current state would be a match for Nevin, and even she was far out-paced by the Guards. I wondered why people insisted the Empire was so arrogant when the Alliance acted far worse.
As he rose, I watched closely, staying on guard in case he attempted to attack. "Just answer one question: why?"
"Why wouldn't I need it? Well, for one--" He resumed his pompous stance again.
"Why?" I demanded, and he knew full well what I was referring to. He knew the first time, and decided to be smartass. If he did it again, I wouldn't ask as... politely.
He glowered at having been interrupted. "I'm not in the habit of letting people murder my commanding officers, Ams."
I folded my arms. "Murder? It looked more like she was carrying on like a slut."
"Maybe it's a new trend," he muttered, then began to study me. Deep down, I mourned the fact that the man who had been my finest pupil, and then perhaps my closest friend aside from Shayera was gone. All that was left was this wounded, angry shell that fools like Victorinox and Solo pumped full of propaganda. If only there was a way to redeem him, bring him back from the darkness and restore the man that once was.
"Are you always in the habit of making visits to 'murderers?' I haven't talked to anyone from the Alliance outside of Sall--Lieutenant Vivek. Why the special treatment?"
His words set off a chain reaction. "Listen you cocky little Bantha frakker, do you have any idea what will happen to you?" I hissed.
"I know everything that will happen to me! Frak, I don't think the entire justice system of the Empire's changed in a year's time. Or lack of."
"If you knew then why did you murder that woman in cold blood? Are you truly that deranged?!" I shouted.
"I didn't murder anyone in cold blood!!!" he barked back.
I bared my teeth with a snarl, my words coming through their clenched forms. "Then explain the godsdamned holorecording," I snapped before lower my voice somewhat, "which shows you coming in, tackling Meehan, and then killing her!"
"Maybe if you'd take your eyes off that little bitch you'll see the shiny metal object in her hand!"
For a brief instant, every muscle in my body surged into action to throttle the son of a bitch. However, self-control snapped down, and I held back. But if he ever questioned my faithfulness to my wife again...
Poor Shayera, I thought. Nevin had been her friend until this incident. She even asked him to be the baby's godfather. But after this incident, all of that would be lost. And she was only a few weeks from giving birth. She was already off active duty and I'd be on a year of limited duty. We'd raise the baby together, with no interruptions. And being a Moff, I had the authority to carry out my duties from wherever I bloody well pleased, and where I pleased was by my beloved Shayera's side.
Thinking of her calmed me down a great deal, and I looked back out, to see Nevin standing there, his comment only a second old or so. "There was nothing in the recording," I answered matter-of-factly. "The only shiny metal object was stuck in her chest."
"Check the recordings, genius," he retorted. "I came right from the Ball, and if I had a knife, well then, I guess Ravik's goons aren't doing their jobs."
So now he was dragging Shadowstalker in. It almost seemed he was jealous of his successor. After all, under Shadowstalker, internal security and the ISB itself were both massively reformed and updated. Nevin had never even sent in a roster before his capture.
Then again, it seemed to be a common trait. Isard was none too pleased to see me when I released her from prison a week ago. And it probably stung more that she was being demoted to Agent. But, I had no doubt she would soon rise through the ranks. She was an idiot, not disloyal. And even then, she didn't know that Palpatine had survived a battle against the Rebels, nor did the rest of the Empire. And with dozens of warlords rising up and coming to take the throne world of Coruscant, she tried to do what she thought was best. Fortunately, she was stopped moments before hundreds of square kilometers of Coruscant were devastated and millions killed. Stupid, yes, but not disloyal.
And then there was Nevin's stupidity. "It has been checked, you fool," I countered. "All that is shown is Solo's disgusting, wanton behavior with a junior officer, and her submitting to his will. And then, you murder her."
"No. No, no, no... for the gods' sakes, are you so totally dense?! Frigg, it's a wonder you haven't fallen apart. Check the tapes of me going to the room!"
I rolled my eyes, keeping on guard. He was quite tense, and if his prior disturbing behavior was any example, I'd need my wits about me in case he attacked. I had no intention of watching the birth of my child from a bacta tank. However, his acting like a bully towards Security to deflect attention from what happened in the bedroom was getting annoying. "It's not hard to conceal a weapon in your sleeve."
"Then go back to what I said before. I suppose your security is shit."
What was amusing was that Internal Security had no hand in the Ball. Nevin seemed to be merely trying to smear a better security commandant. And so, I scoffed at his comment, defending Nevin's former operative. "Shadowstalker's done far more than you could've dreamed of."
"Not if he can't stop me from carrying a knife."
Another foolish point, as weapons were permitted on Hotel grounds, and their security staff was responsible there. "Security under your command wouldn't have stopped someone with a bloody stick and a sign hung around their neck with a list of victims."
Antilles smiled. "I think you're avoiding the point that your security didn't stop me, if I had a knife in the first place."
"It doesn't matter. I want to know why you killed her," I said for the last time.
Fire burned in his blue eyes, and he exploded. "I just told you! Go look at your frakking logs!"
"She was having an affair and frakking your commander in chief," I growled, emphasizing each word. "Hardly grounds for murder."
"She had a frakking knife!" he screamed, then paused before moving on, albeit quieter. "Check your logs. Check the security records from the Ball. You'll see I never had a blade, and that I went straight from the ballroom to his quarters!"
I folded my arms again, which had fallen to my sides at some point. "So you say. You may have had it stored somewhere along your path. And, assuming Agent Meehan did have a knife, how is it you alone see it, since she obviously somehow concealed despite being nude, and yet the most minute checks of the footage show the only knife present in your hands?"
"I don't know how she did it," Nevin admitted. "All I know is that I didn't go in with it." He sat back down on the bunk. "Check in the hallway cams. Secondly, how the frak would I know she was going ot be there? As far as I know, Solo doesn't have sex with commodores on a schedule."
"Wouldn't be a surprise," I muttered.
"Now who's being 'flippant'?" the younger man retorted.
"I'm not the one looking at a firing squad," I pointed out. "Fine, I'll humor you." I turned to one of the guard troopers outside. "Corporal, get a copy of last night's security logs for Solo's room, and a holoprojector." I turned back to the Mantellan.
"Firing squads ar--" he stopped in mid-sentence, his azure eyes burning with suspicion suddenly. "Agent Meehan?"
I avoided the question, realizing my error from before. "So, you're claiming she had a knife, somehow not detected by any recording. Furthermore, she intended to assassinate Solo with it, judging from what you said. Correct?"
But he wasn't swayed. "No, no, back up a minute. You son of a bitch, she was a spy, wasn't she?"
Frak. "During the war, yes," I answered honestly. "Later she was part of an effort to help your Alliance friends."
Nevin smirked slightly. "Even you have your own 'oh shit' look. C'mon Ams, since you're so confident in my death, you might as well admit she's a spy."
"I believe I just said she was."
"Currently," Nevin stressed.
"Not in the sense you'd have it mean," I shot back.
Then came the final straw. "A spy is a pretty damn specific thing, Jendob."
The sheer absurdity of the situation drew a chuckle from me. After all, what do I know about spies? I only served as an espionage agent for years.And I can tell you Nev, not all spies are alike. And she was no spy. "Oh, is it?"
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Jendob laughed as Nevin continually got closer and closer to the bottom of this mess. “Yeah, either way it means a violation of your treaty,” he pointed out, undaunted by his arrogance.

“Please, I have no doubt the Empire is littered with your own agents,” Jendob countered. “And you have your own share of treaty violations.” Clearly he was referring to the embarrassment to humanity Victorinox , plus all of the other pointless arguments that had been on the Holonet for the past few months.

“So I guess that makes it alright, huh?” he said, looking Ams over and shaking his head. “And after all that bullshit about this peace being for the next generation.” Nevin hadn’t believed one word of Ams’ charming concern for the children of tomorrow in this galaxy. He would say anything and everything to bring the Alliance to subservience and, eventually, conquest.

“Tell me, Nevin,” he glowered. “If you had the capacity to help your friend, but knew they would refuse a direct offer, would you still try to help them?”

What about when I’m totally ignorant of what I’m doing, he said, putting himself in Ams’ position. “Don’t give me that. The Alliance is no friend of yours and we don’t need help from you.”

“Really,” Ams said in reflection. “You know, Meehan never reported back about your new ships; the Chancellors or the MC100s. But, she did describe the disarray the Alliance military was in after the treaty was signed. So, she was to provide suggestions from within.”

“So your Intelligence agents are just as incompetent as your Security agents. That proves a lot,” he muttered, referring to the poor excuse Ravik. Shadowstalker had driven the ISB into such a poor, inefficent excuse for a independent department of the Empire. How far it had fallen. If Meehan was a spy, she was a spy. True, the military was in disarray, but the reconstruction had absolutely nothing to do with that little whore. Ams humanitarian and diplomatic appearance was gradually disappearing since the execution of Flint, and it was now almost totally gone.

“She wasn’t there to report about your little toys, Admiral,” Ams growled. Nevin had half a mind to bring a few of those “little toys” to bear on his precious Executors. “She was there to make sure the Alliance had something to stand on besides idealism and luck.”

Nevin scoffed in regards to his high opinion of the former commodore. “The only thing she ever suggested was her uniform size.”

“Is that so,” said Ams. “That’s funny, I recall her saying she submitted proposals for both your Army and Navy.”

“And they were shit, Solo rejected them.” Nevin corrected. “Maybe your Intelligence isn’t as good as you claim.”

“It was still a suggestion,” Jendob defended. “And think about it; if an Imperial General came to Denon and offered suggestions, they wouldn’t get far. Meehan got up to Solo.”

Nevin craved to tell Jendob what else Meehan got up to Solo, but decided to return to the relevant conversation. “But she didn’t get past him. This isn’t the point, I don’t think Solo’s almost-murderer would be helping us.”

Before Ams could respond, the metal door slid open to reveal the officer stepping back into the room with a holoprojector. “Ah, good. Now, I want to see this knife she has,” Ams instructed Nevin.

Nevin choked off the next few words he was planning to utter and let them escape in a simple, heavy sigh. He watched as Jendob forwarded the data to before Nevin entered. It was strange to watch the sexing, and Nevin determined Meehan was more attractive with a knife stuck in her. Just before he saw himself walk into the room, he noticed the blade Meehan held was not visible in the recording. Dammit! He cursed mentally, the only thing that could clear him immediately taken from his grasp by a poorly positioned holocam. “No, this isn't what I meant...before this...when I was in the corridors. I didn't have a knife. Cross-check it with the security records in the ballroom. It’s out of angle there.”

But the all-knowing and wise Intelligence director ignored the only other thing that would prove Nevin had no knife. Nevin crossed his arms over his chest as Ams scrutinized the next few seconds of the tape. He stopped and resumed normal play as Nevin pinned her into the floor, barely seen through the camera’s angle. “Wait,” Ams muttered, causing Nevin to sit up slightly. Jendob looked between the holo and the dried blood on Nevin’s arm and white shirt. He continued slowly stepping through the projection, paying detail to when Meehan inflicted the wounds upon him; she held a knife.

“So, what do you say now, Mr. Director?”

“I’d say she wrestled it from you,” he replied, glancing up at Nevin, then continued. “Or she had it the whole time.”

“And you also need to consider something,” Nevin pointed out, glaring slightly as he said the next part. “Now that I know she was an Imperial spy she would have more reason to kill Solo than I would have to randomly burst into someone’s room and kill a woman having sex.”

“But…why kill him?” Jendob said in confusion. “Her whole mission depended on being able to liaise with him.

Nevin would say she accomplished a good level of liaison. “I don’t know, I was gonna ask you.”

Jendob sighed and looked up at Antilles as if Ams’ entire mouth had suddenly been stung by a thousand Kratian bees. “I was wrong.”

“That almost makes all this prison time worth it,” Nevin retorted. “So then what?”

“So then, I’m probably the only person in the Empire who will believe you now.”

“Why don’t you just show them, then? Plus the stuff I told you to look at in the first place.”

“It’s not that easy,” Jendob said, nearly recoiling from saying the upcoming words. “Yittreas is the judge.”

“Ugh,” Nevin grunted. “I’d rather skip straight to the firing squad than see his skeleton.”

Ams raised a hand to silence Nevin. “Excuse me a moment. I need to make a quick comcall,” he said, pausing for a moment and smiling sarcastically. “Don’t go anywhere.”

“I suppose I can restrain myself from escaping,” Nevin returned in the same tone, leaning comfortably against the wall. Well, as comfortably as was possible.

“Do try,” Ams muttered and left the cell.
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I walked out of the cell and down the corridor, my footsteps echoing off the blank walls. I had a lot to think about.
First and foremost, Nevin didn't have the knife. Meehan did. And what was thought to merely be a gesture of triumph was more likely her about to strike a killing blow. And if that was the case, then Nevin was protecting his commanding officer.
But then there was the question of why Meehan would murder Solo to begin with? It certainly was under no order of mine, or any legal order for that matter.
I pushed the thought to the back of my mind and entered the small, private comm booth. I dialed in my home code. After a moment, a small hologram appeared, and a smile curled my lips.
"Good morning, sweetheart."
"Hey," Shayera answered. "So... what did he say?"
"He doesn't deny that he killed her. But he said she had the knife."
She rolled her eyes.
"He wasn't lying."
"What?"
I sighed. "We reviewed the logs... and this time, I saw the knife, in her hand."
She stared into the holocamera for a moment. "Frak... Ams, did you...?
"No, I didn't order her to," I replied. "I think she may have been acting on her own. It's the only answer that makes any sense."
"But why?"
A good question. What would motivate her to blow her cover and nearly spark an intragalactic war? What could possibly drive her over the edge? Revenge? Some misguided sense of loyalty? Was she defending herself? It was probable I'd never know, as all that remained of her was a body in the morgue.
"I don't know. But with this evidence, even Yittreas--"
"Yittreas? What's that skeleton got to do with it?"
I sighed again. "He's the judge."
Shayera's face fell. "Contest it. Nevin wouldn't get a fair trial with that bastard."
"Too late. He's already on-planet. But it'll be all right. I'm representing Nevin personally," I decided.
She smiled faintly. "If you say so. When will you be done?"
"A half-hour to an hour, at least, hon. But I'll try to go quickly."
"No. Get it done. Don't rush for me."
I had to smile. "All right. I'll see you later, Shy."
"Okay. I love you."
"Love you too," I replied.
"Bye."
"Goodbye." Then the connection cut. I leaned back in the small chair, contemplating what to do. Nevin's life was in my hands. I thought for a moment about the irony: the man wanted to kill me, yet he saved my wife and unborn child, and now I was to save him. Fate was indeed a strange mistress.
I walked back to Nevin's cell, and sat down across from him. Looking him squarely in the eye, I told him, "If you want to get through that trial, you have to cooperate with me. I want to know everything that happened that night, to the most minute detail. No flaws, no errors, or the prosecution will brand you a liar. We have no room for mistakes."
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