THRAWN ACSENDANCY BOOK I
Chaos Rising
(Timothy Zahn)
Dramatis Personae
THRAWN | Mitth’raw’nuruodo — Mitth family merit adoptive
ZIARA | Irizi’ar’alani — Irizi family blood
THALIAS | Mitth’ali’astov — Mitth family merit adoptive
THURFIAN | Mitth’urf’ianico — Mitth family syndic
SAMAKRO | Ufsa’mak’ro — Ufsa family merit adoptive
GENERAL BA’KIF
CHE’RI — sky-walker
QILORI OF UANDUALON — Pathfinder navigator (non-Chiss)
GENERAL\ YIV THE BENEVOLENT — Nikardun commander
The Chiss Ascendancy
Nine Ruling Families
UFSA
IRIZI
DASKLO
CLARR
CHAF
PLIKH
BOADIL
MITTH
OBBIC
Chiss Family Ranks
BLOOD
COUSIN
RANKING DISTANT
TRIAL-BORN
MERIT ADOPTIVE
Political Hierarchy
PATRIARCH — head of family
SPEAKER — chief syndic of the family
SYNDIC — member of the Syndicure, main governmental body
PATRIEL — handles family affairs on a planetary scale
COUNCILOR — handles family affairs at the local level
ARISTOCRA — mid-level member of one of the Nine Ruling Families
A long time ago, beyond a galaxy far, far away….
For thousands of years it has been an island of calm within the Chaos. It is a center of power, a model of stability, and a beacon of integrity. The Nine Ruling Families guard it from within; the Expansionary Defense Fleet guards it from without. Its neighbors are left in peace, its enemies are left in ruin. It is light and culture and glory.
It is the Chiss Ascendancy.
PROLOGUE
The attack on the Chiss Ascendancy homeworld of Csilla was sudden, unexpected, and—despite its limited scope—impressively efficient.
The three large warships came out of hyperspace on widely spaced vectors, driving inward toward the planet with spectrum lasers blazing at full power toward the defense platforms and the orbiting Chiss Defense Force warships. The platforms and ships, caught by surprise, nevertheless took less than a minute to begin returning fire. By then the attackers had altered their directions, angling in toward the cluster of lights spread across the icy planetary surface that marked the capital city of Csaplar. Their lasers continued to fire, and as they came within range they added salvos of missiles to their attack.
But ultimately it was all for nothing. The defense platforms easily picked off the incoming missiles while the warships targeted the attacking ships themselves, blasting them into rubble and making sure that any fragments entering the atmosphere were too small to survive the journey. Within fifteen minutes of the attack force’s arrival, it was over.
The threat had ended, Supreme General Ba’kif thought grimly as he strode down the central corridor toward the Cupola where the syndics and other Aristocra were assembling after making their way back from the shelters.
Now came the real sound and fury.
And there would be plenty of both. As the supreme ruling body of the Ascendancy, the Syndicure liked to project an image of thoughtfulness, nobility, and unflappable dignity. Most of the time, aside from the inevitable political wrangling, that was close enough to the truth.
But not today. The Syndicure had been in full session, and the Speakers had had their own private meeting scheduled for later in the afternoon, which meant nearly all of the Ascendancy’s top-level Aristocra had been in the offices, corridors, and meeting rooms when the alarm sounded. The shelters deep beneath the Cupola were reasonably roomy and marginally comfortable, but it had been decades since the last direct attack on Csilla and Ba’kif doubted any of the current government officials had ever even been down there.
Two hours of forced idleness while the Defense Force waited to see if there would be a follow-up attack hadn’t gone over well with them, and Ba’kif had no illusions that the coming storm would be thoughtful, noble, or unflappable.
He was right.
“What I want to know,” the Speaker for the Ufsa family spoke up after Ba’kif had finished his report, “is who the aliens are who dared think they could get away with an attack against us. A name, General—we want a name.”
“I’m afraid I can’t give you one, Speaker,” Ba’kif said.
“Why not?” the Speaker demanded. “You have debris, don’t you? You have data records and bodies and weapons profiles. Surely a name can be gleaned from all that.”
“The Ascendancy has been attacked,” the Speaker for the Mitth family cut in gravely, as if the others might somehow have missed that fact. “We need to know who to punish for such arrogance.”
“Yes,” the Usfa said, throwing a brief glare down the table.
Ba’kif suppressed a sigh. In times gone by, major threats to the Ascendancy had usually drawn the Ruling Families into a unity that superseded the usual political maneuvering. He’d held a small hope that today’s attack might spark such a response.
Clearly, that wasn’t going to happen. In the case of the Usfa and Mitth, in particular, those families were in the midst of a particularly tangled campaign with a newly opened mining field on Thearterra as the prize, and the Usfa was clearly annoyed at having had some of his spotlight stolen by his family’s current chief rival. “More than that,” he added, his glare daring the Mitth to interrupt again, “we need assurance that the Defense Force has the resources to defend the Chiss against further action by these unidentified enemies.”
The questis data-link reader lying on the table in front of Ba’kif lit up as a fresh report came in. He picked it up, propping it at an angle on his left palm while he slid his finger along the edge to scroll the screen. “The Syndicure need not be concerned about their safety,” he said. “I’ve just received word that four additional warships from the Expansionary Fleet have been rushed in from Naporar and are moving to support the Defense Force ships already in place.”
He winced to himself. Young men and women, ready to give their lives to protect their homeworld. Noble and honorable…and a sacrifice, if it was ever required, that he and everyone else currently in the Cupola knew would be a complete and utter waste.
Fortunately, it didn’t look like any such sacrifice would be needed today.
“And if they attack other worlds within the Ascendancy?” the Usfa pressed.
“Other ships have already been sent to bolster the patrol forces of the neighboring systems in case they’re the targets of subsequent attacks,” Ba’kif said.
“Has anyone else reported attacks or enemy sightings?” the Speaker for the Clarr asked.