Arrakis, 10186
"This place will be yours soon, my darling Feyd, all yours," the Baron's voice reverberated across the sun-baked patio overlooking the city of Arrakeen. The scorching heat of Arrakis, relentless even within the confines of the palace, seemed to intensify the tension hanging in the air.
"Spice production is being interrupted at several places, our harvesters being ruined by Fremen rats all too often," the Baron's words dripped with venomous anger. "Recently, there has been massive signs of life in a concentrated area underground. We believe it is the home to Fremen. I want to destroy their place, bomb their home, bring rock on their heads."
Leonara and Feyd exchanged a wordless glance, their expressions masked in carefully crafted neutrality as they absorbed the Baron's orders.
"Hence, why I brought you, my dear Feyd, and you, Leonara," the Baron continued, his tone dripping with malice. "I want you two to oversee the plan... Feyd will be the ruler of Arrakis after all."
Leonara bowed her head defferentially, concealing the turmoil churning within her, while Feyd, ever the astute observer, questioned, "where is their home?"
The Baron's laughter echoed across the patio, a chilling sound that sent shivers down Leonara's spine. "So eager already! It is 11 miles directly east of our camp, but do not take action yet, my dear nephew, we wait until dawn tomorrow."
As they retreated to their respective chambers, Leonara's mind buzzed with possibilities and uncertainties. They could not act openly against the Baron's orders, but perhaps there was another way to avert the impending tragedy.
"We must plant suspicion on someone else," she murmured to herself, the weight of her decision heavy on her shoulders.
"We will go once they are asleep. Meet me at one in the morning," Feyd's determined voice shattered the silence, his resolve unwavering even in the face of adversity. With a silent nod of agreement, Leonara retreated to her chamber, her hands already moving with purpose as she set her plan into motion.
She painstakingly etched a message onto a metal scroll, her mind racing with memories of House Moritanni's distinct writing style. Despite the conflict raging within her, she knew that her allegiance to the Bene Gesserit demanded sacrifice and subterfuge. Her heart ached with conflicting emotions as she contemplated the consequences of her actions.
The House Moritanni was by no means innocent, avoiding their debt to the Bene Gesserit, yet Leonara couldn't help but feel guilty. She knew that was not a feeling the Bene Gesserit were well acquainted with, but then again, she wasn't like the other Bene Gesserit.
The urgency of the situation left her with no choice but to proceed with her plan. As the appointed hour approached, Leonara met Feyd with a grim determination etched on her features. With the forged scroll clutched tightly in her hands, she steeled herself for the perilous journey ahead.
"What's that?" Feyd's inquiry broke the silence, his eyes narrowing inquisitively at the scroll. "We can use it to frame House Moritanni," she explained, her voice steady despite the turmoil raging within her. "They are already the Harkonnens' enemy, it will be easy."
He nodded with determination, setting off at a brisk pace as they made their way to the aircraft station. To Leonara's surprise, the place lacked the usual presence of guards, a fact that did not escape her notice.
"Come on," called Feyd, already strapping into a thopter next to her. It was a slender craft, barely large enough to accommodate three people, its wings resembling those of a dragonfly. With Feyd's assistance, Leonara climbed aboard and settled into her seat.
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