Katepano Lepratas gave a feral-seeming grin as she was lifted to her feet. The delusion that had clouded her mind was beginning to clear; it had not been mere decades, it had been centuries, possibly millennia. It was possible this human was a descendant of her lord and sovereign Xim, but it was at least equally possible - even likely - that he was not. Blood was thicker than water, but for all Xim's name was apparently still known, she doubted his blood was thicker than time
But then, does it really matter? She thought to herself as the turbolift ascended back toward the bridge. Perhaps he is no true blood of Xim. But he passed the trials... he found the legacy! Did not Xer gain a kingdom by his own ambition and skill, not merely by his privilege?
As the doors opened, the blind Katepano pointed unerringly to the command throne, or rather, to a console a few paces ahead of it. It gleamed in the lights of the nearby instrument panels, a streamlined shape of dark metal, purposeful in its air of command.
"Pigaínete me sto víma tis dioíkisis. To plíroma aftoú tou ploíou koimátai... prépei na tous xypníso, óti tha ypiretoúsan ton vasiliá tous tin óra tis anánkis tou."
But then, does it really matter? She thought to herself as the turbolift ascended back toward the bridge. Perhaps he is no true blood of Xim. But he passed the trials... he found the legacy! Did not Xer gain a kingdom by his own ambition and skill, not merely by his privilege?
As the doors opened, the blind Katepano pointed unerringly to the command throne, or rather, to a console a few paces ahead of it. It gleamed in the lights of the nearby instrument panels, a streamlined shape of dark metal, purposeful in its air of command.
"Pigaínete me sto víma tis dioíkisis. To plíroma aftoú tou ploíou koimátai... prépei na tous xypníso, óti tha ypiretoúsan ton vasiliá tous tin óra tis anánkis tou."
Trini assisted as best she could, looking nervously up at the increasingly feeble Katepano. At her words, the Amaran's eyes widened; were there other sleepers aboard the ship? An entire crew preserved in carbonite, ready to be awoken and serve their new king? The Katepano herself had to be a fluke in her survival, surely reviving so many would be impossible without massive casualties!
But then, she took a closer look at the console she and Laeonas were helping the ancient human toward, and her eyes widened in recognition.
"Command podium... wait!"
Abruptly, however, the blind Katepano's fingertips pressed hard on a grid of illuminated buttons, and it was too late.
But then, she took a closer look at the console she and Laeonas were helping the ancient human toward, and her eyes widened in recognition.
"Command podium... wait!"
Abruptly, however, the blind Katepano's fingertips pressed hard on a grid of illuminated buttons, and it was too late.
Jonnir emerged from the turbolift, looking past the imposing command throne to a console where it seemed that the ancient Katepano had been propped up. Being blind did not appear to slow her down; despite the Amaran's increasing agitation, the human's fingertips were flying over the buttons, her actions directed by memory and feel.
And that was when he noticed that the two towering figures flanking the command throne were moving.
"Impossible!"
The titanic forms of the two Crimson Condottieres, for the first time in an aeon, moved under their own power. The Hutt watched in horror, as they briefly scanned for targets, then aimed their arm cannons at Trini and Laeonas. Abruptly, however, the Katepano gave a sharp command, and the massive droids appeared to relent. They turned and took up station at nearby sensor and comm boards.
And then, there was a rumbling throughout the ship, as if that of a thousand heavy, tramping feet...
And that was when he noticed that the two towering figures flanking the command throne were moving.
"Impossible!"
The titanic forms of the two Crimson Condottieres, for the first time in an aeon, moved under their own power. The Hutt watched in horror, as they briefly scanned for targets, then aimed their arm cannons at Trini and Laeonas. Abruptly, however, the Katepano gave a sharp command, and the massive droids appeared to relent. They turned and took up station at nearby sensor and comm boards.
And then, there was a rumbling throughout the ship, as if that of a thousand heavy, tramping feet...
Katepano Lepratas wished that she could see the magnificent sight of the ancient war droids moving for the first time in uncounted years, but to hear them as they awoke from long standby was nearly as good. They were - had been - Xim's ultimate weapon, killing machines with no equal in the known Galaxy. But killing was not all they were good for, of course; Xim's droidwrights had outdone themselves. Guardian-class war droids could fight as soldiers, but they could also perform all the essential functions of a ship's crew. In corridors below, they marched from cargo holds to their battle-stations, the thunder of their footfalls shaking the entire ship.
"Oi kalýteroi polemistés kai to kalýtero plíroma tou stólou. Tóso epidéxioi kai pistoí óso tin iméra pou chtístikan."
She smiled.
"Vasiliá mou, se parakaló, páre ti thési sou ston thróno tis dioíkisis, an ítheles na eísai tóso evgenikós."
"Oi kalýteroi polemistés kai to kalýtero plíroma tou stólou. Tóso epidéxioi kai pistoí óso tin iméra pou chtístikan."
She smiled.
"Vasiliá mou, se parakaló, páre ti thési sou ston thróno tis dioíkisis, an ítheles na eísai tóso evgenikós."