Star Wars The Old Republic Fatal Allianc - By Sean Williams Page 0,143

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“So you’re responsible for what’s happening out there?” asked the other Cinzia.

“To be honest,” she said, “I don’t know what’s going on out there. They do seem rather busy, though. They’re designed to protect me, and the definition of protect is a bit vague. I guess at the moment that means not telling me stuff. Whatever they’re up to, I’m sure they mean well.”

“You should take a look, Cinzia,” said Satele Shan. “The hexes are killing people.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

“They would only do that if they were attacked. Why did you attack them?”

“They are a threat to the entire galaxy.”

“I don’t believe you,” she said. The thought was entirely too preposterous. “You’re just trying to distract me. This is a momentous day. The two Cinzias finally meet! I’ve been waiting for this, well, ever since I was born. At last we are together! I want to hear everything about your life. I want to know if we like the same things, think the same thoughts—”

“I’m not you,” said the older version of herself. “My name is Eldon Ax.”

“Don’t say that.”

“I’ll say whatever I like. You’re a freak, a mistake. I should kill you now, just for existing.”

The other Cinzia produced a glowing red sword and held it up between them.

“See?” hissed her mother. “She will do you great harm if you let her, perhaps even kill you!”

“Don’t be cruel,” said Cinzia to both her mother and her twin. “It doesn’t have to be this way.”

“She’s right,” said Satele Shan, putting a hand on the other Cinzia’s arm. “Don’t act rashly.”

“Yes.” The red blade came down. “We need what she knows—about the hexes, about Lema Xandret.”

“How did your mother die?” asked Satele Shan.

“The droids killed her,” Cinzia said, “and the others as well, but she’s not really dead.”

“Don’t tell them,” whispered the voice in her ear. “Don’t tell them!”

“Why did the hexes kill her?”

“They didn’t want to sign a treaty with anyone. When the ship left—”

“The ship named after you?”

“Yes—Mother built that before she made me, and she never came up with another name. The droids didn’t want people coming here, ever. It wasn’t safe for me.” She almost shied away from the thought of what had happened next, but she forced herself not to. The disclosure was important, if she and herself were ever to become one. “The droids killed my mother to stop her sending any more ships. The others tried to stop them, so the droids killed them, too. It was all very stupid, really. Mother should have known how the droids would feel.”

Satele Shan nodded slowly. “So she wasn’t on the ship?”

“No, that was Kenev and Marg Sar.”

“Why didn’t she go with them, if she was their leader?”

“They had no leaders. They didn’t want to live like they had before. They wanted a change.”

“All right, but Kenev and Marg Sar never came back, did they? They killed themselves when the ship was intercepted by a privateer. They blew up the ship.”

That was a shock. The fluid rippled all over her skin, and she hugged herself tightly. “They would’ve wanted to keep the cargo a secret,” she said, thinking it through.

“The droid factory?”

“The plant. That’s what we call them.”

“Something interfered with the explosion,” said Satele Shan. “The plant wasn’t destroyed.”

“It must’ve been one of the droids. They wouldn’t want to die, even though they had to.”

“That’s what led us here, Cinzia. We came to find your mother, to ask her what she wanted to tell the outside world. That’s all.”

Cinzia waited for her mother to say something. For once, though, she was quiet.

“I don’t think she wants to talk to you,” Cinzia said.

“You said she was dead.”

“She is, mostly. The droids took her body away, probably for recycling. But she’s still here, talking to me.”

“Don’t tell them!”

“She doesn’t want me to talk to you, either.”

The two women outside the tank exchanged a concerned glance.

“I’m not mad,” Cinzia said, feeling affronted.

“I don’t see how you could be anything but.”

“We just don’t understand,” said Satele Shan, shushing the other Cinzia.

“No, you don’t. My mother protects me. That’s why the hexes are the way they are. She put herself into them, too.”

“We worked that out. Both her flesh and her philosophy. They are flexible and single-minded at the same time, combining the very best qualities of machines and organics in one creature. Your mother must have been quite brilliant to think of doing that.”

“I still am,” whispered Lema Xandret.

“She says she still is.”

“Don’t you see how the hexes could be a threat?”