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that connects with the tunnel to the plant," Doriana said. "The techs are
hidden down there." "Communications?"
"The Separatists are still blocking the local comm system and the HoloNet
node," Doriana told him. "But Roshton's reconfigured their comlinks somehow to
get around it. They'll be able to move quickly if they get the chance."
"Then they shall have it," Palpatine said. "A Republic light cruiser is
on its way with the necessary firepower to destroy the control ship orbiting
above you. Once the droid army is helpless, I trust Commander Roshton won't
have any trouble with the Neimoidian overseers and their techs."
"I'm sure he won't," Doriana agreed. "When can we expect this ship?"
"Possibly as early as tonight," Palpatine said. "Possibly not for another
three days. It depends on how much resistance they run into along the way."
"Understood," Doriana assured him. "Thank you, Chancellor. We'll look
forward to their arrival."
Palpatine gave him a tired smile. The war, Doriana knew, was weighing
heavily on him. "Keep me informed."
The image vanished. Doriana broke the connection from his end and looked
back at the lifters. They had the blackened hulk of the last ruined war
machine in the air now and were towing it back toward the plant.
Planning to dump it elsewhere on the extensive Spaarti grounds, no doubt.
Why the alien Cranscoc insisted that this particular stretch of land-and only
this particular stretch-be kept unsullied not even Lord Binalie knew. Doriana
watched until the lifters and their burden had vanished behind the jutting
roof of the Spaarti plant, then keyed a different code into his holoprojector.
He'd done his official job, reporting the situation to the man whose office
paid him.
Now it was time to do the same for the man who gave him his orders. As
usual, it took longer for the holoprojector to make this connection. Doriana
cultivated his patience, gazing idly at the sky as he wondered what the
Neimoidians were doing inside the plant. Now that the south lawn was clear,
they would certainly try tonight to get the Cranscoc twillers to retool the
plant. The only question was, which direction would that retooling take? To
create the D-90 prototypes, as Palpatine thought? Or were they up to something
else? In the distance, he could hear the hum of repulsorlifts... And suddenly,
four small transports appeared over the hills between him and Spaarti
Creations, a squadron of STAPs flying defensive screening around them,
everything moving with the urgency of pilots who knew there were snipers in
the area. The whole crowd shot past nearly overhead, then angled downward, the
transports abruptly splitting formation and swinging into position on the four
sides of the Binalie mansion a kilometer away. With the kind of precision only
remote-controlled droids could achieve, all four dropped simultaneously to the
ground. And from the hatches poured military-straight lines of battle droids.
"Report."
With a start, Doriana jerked his attention back to his holoprojector. The
hooded image of Darth Sidious hovered over the small projection platform, his
expression unreadable. "Your pardon, Lord Sidious," Doriana apologized
hastily. "My attention was distracted."
To his relief, Sidious merely smiled thinly. "The Neimoidians have
finally made a move?"
"Of a sort, yes," Doriana said, daring to split his attention between his
master's image and the activity going on around the mansion below. The battle
droids had been joined on the lawn now by a handful of the hulking D-60
assault droids and a pair of droidekas. Most of them settled into a defensive
cordon around the mansion, but four of the assault droids were waiting instead
just outside the transport nearest the mansion's front door. As he watched,
two Neimoidians emerged from the hatch into the protective square of the
assault droids and scuttled across the lawn toward the door.
"It looks like they've decided to have a talk with Lord Binalie," he told
Sidious. "Will talking be of any use to them?" Doriana shrugged as the group
vanished inside.
"Binalie certainly can't get the plant up and running any faster," he
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