Her birth name was Padme Naberrie. But she would henceforth be known as Queen Amidala, the newly elected ruler of Naboo.
Palpatine was receiving the communication in his apartment, high in the craglike tower that was 500 Republica, in one of Cor — uscant's oldest and most prestigious precincts. The walls and floor were as red as Amidala's throne, with objects of art adorning every niche and corner.
He could imagine his own ghostly likeness hovering above the composite holoprojector in the floor of the Advisory Council chambers in Naboo's Theed Palace.
'Senator, I wanted to advise you about something, which has only now been revealed to me. King Veruna is dead.' 'Dead, Your Majesty?' Palpatine frowned in apparent disquiet. 'Of course, I was aware that he had gone into hiding following his abdication. But I understood that he was in good health.' 'He was in good health, Senator,' Amidala said in a low monotone. 'His death has been ruled 'accidental,' but much mystery surrounds it.' Even at fourteen years of age, she was not the youngest monarch ever elected to the throne, but she was certainly one of the most conventional, in dress and bearing.
She was sheathed head to foot in a wide-shouldered red gown, whose ample cuffs were trimmed with potolli fur. The gown's narrow bib was embroidered in priceless thread. Painted white, her face sat in the notch of a deep collar that not only bracketed her fine features, but also became part of an elaborate jeweled headpiece that flared behind her head. Her thumbnails were accented with white polish, and each cheekbone with a red, stylized beauty mark. A traditional 'scar of remembrance' bisected her lower lip, which, unlike its red mate, was also painted white. Five handmaidens stood behind her, dressed in hooded burgundy gowns.
'I wish you to meet our new chief of security, Senator,' Amidala said, gesturing to someone out of view. 'Captain Panaka.' A clean-shaven man with light-brown skin moved into the holofield. Humorless-looking, he was dressed in a leather jerkin and matching command cap.
Panaka may have been recently appointed, but he was not new to the court, since Panaka had served for a time under his predecessor, Captain Magneta.
'Because King Veruna died under suspicious circumstances,' Amidala said, 'Captain Panaka feels that additional security is required for all of us, including you, Senator.' Palpatine looked surprised, even entertained by the notion. 'I hardly think that's necessary on Coruscant, Your Majesty. The only danger here comes from having to fraternize with other senators, and somehow remain immune to the greed that plagues the Galactic Senate.' The queen returned to the holofield. 'What about the recent troubles between the Trade Federation and the Nebula Front terrorists, Senator?' Palpatine shook his head in disapproval. 'That sorry incident only pointed out how ineffectual the Republic has become at mediating such conflicts. Too many in the Senate place their own needs above the needs of the Republic.' 'What will become of Chancellor Valorum's proposal to tax the free trade zones?' 'I feel certain that the Supreme Chancellor will pursue the matter.' 'How will you vote, Senator, should the matter reach a vote?' 'How would you have me vote, Your Majesty?' Amidala thought before replying. 'My responsibility is to the people of Naboo. I would very much like to establish good relations with Chancellor Valorum, but Naboo can scarcely afford to become embroiled in a dispute that pits the Republic against the Trade Federation. I will abide by your decision on the matter, Senator.' Palpatine inclined his head. 'Then I will weigh the matter carefully, and vote according to what is ultimately best for Naboo and the Republic.' Valorum stood at the tall windows, gazing out on the cityscape.
'The last time we met here, it was to discuss the Trade Federation's request for protection from terrorists,' he said, 'and in the months since, the situation has only intensified. When I reflect on the sequence of events that have brought us to this dark place, I find myself at a loss. If someone had tried to tell me months ago that we were headed here, I wouldn't have heeded the warning, because I wouldn't have considered it possible.' Senator Palpatine said nothing. He waited for Valorum to turn from the view.
'Out of respect for what occurred at the summit, I have deferred bringing the motion for taxation before the senate. But I am under pressure to resolve the matter once and for all-from those who support it, as well as those who oppose it.' Valorum pivoted to face Palpatine. 'You, perhaps more than anyone, know the climate of the senate.
Did the assassinations create sympathy for the Trade Federation, to the point where we won't be able to gather sufficient support for taxation?' 'On the contrary,' Palpatine said. 'What happened on Eriadu only reinforced everyone's fears that we are entering violent times, and that the conflict between the Trade Federation and the Nebula Front could be a sign of greater tragedies to come.
'What's more, with the profit-driven Neimoidians now helming the Trade Federation, tension is likely to increase in the outlying systems. Your plan to redirect revenue to the Outer Rim is praiseworthy, and is something that should be put into effect. Many worlds and struggling concerns stand to profit from such a move. Market competition will eventually temper the reach of the Trade Federation, without need for the Republic to intervene, beyond taxation.
' Valorum nodded. 'And what of the Trade Federation's request for additional defenses? Even with the Nebula Front eliminated as a threat, the Neimoidians will want permission to augment their army.' 'That's true,' Palpatine said slowly. 'As an accommodation, if nothing else, we should at least consider allowing the Trade Federation to take whatever steps are necessary to safeguard their vessels.
The breakup of the Nebula Front does not preclude the possibility of further acts of terrorism, launched by whatever groups rise up next.' Valorum regarded Palpatine. 'Will we have Naboo's vote?' Palpatine sighed with purpose. 'Unfortunately, Queen Amidala is not prepared to support taxation, as Naboo still relies on the Trade Federation for many essential imports. She is young and inexperienced in such matters, but eager to learn.' He fixed his gaze on Valorum. 'However, I will continue to do all in my power to work behind the scenes.
I feel certain that we will be able to rally the votes needed.' Valorum smiled in gratitude. 'For all the support you have shown me, my friend, I trust that you will take on faith that, should need ever arise, I would do all within my power to render aid to Naboo.' 'Thank you, Supreme Chancellor. As you say, I will take you at your word.' T he public corridors of the Galactic Senate overflowed with Holoationet correspondents, well-wishers, and the more civic-minded of Coruscant's citizens.
Flanked by Senate Guards, a rejuvenated Valorum moved slowly through the principal corridor, trading dignified nods with senators and ignoring questions hurled by the media reporters.
'Supreme Chancellor, did you ever for a moment doubt that the taxation proposal would be ratified?' a Twi'lek correspondent asked.
Sei Taria answered for him.
'The issue has been controversial from the start. But everyone involved remained confident that the proposal would pass, once all parties had an opportunity to be heard.' An attractive human female shouldered her way to the front of the crowd. 'Considering what happened at the trade summit, do you still feel that all parties were heard?' Again Sei Taria intervened.
