by Jude Watson
Star Wars
Jedi Quest
Book 6
The Shadow Trap
by Jude Watson
source: IRC
uploaded: 09.I.2006
CHAPTER ONE
Anakin Skywalker hated being between missions. As far as he was
concerned, having free time was highly overrated. How many times could he
perfect his Jung Ma movement in dulon training?
Countless times, his Master, Obi-Wan Kenobi, would say.
Anakin pulled his outer tunic over his head and tossed it on the
grassy bank of the lake. He took three quick steps and dived into the
clear, green water. Without a mission, he just felt aimless. There was much
to do at the Temple, of course. Being a Jedi meant that training never
stopped. Perfecting his battle mind, bettering his grasp of galactic
politics - these were all necessary tasks between missions. Usually, Anakin
tried to use his time at the Temple well. But this time... this time, all
he wanted to do was swim.
He chose a time when the lake was deserted. For some reason, this was
at midday, when most Jedi students were deep in study or training, and Jedi
Knights were busy as well, perfecting the ideal battle skills that Anakin
should have been perfecting.
All Anakin knew was that he could not wait to dive into the cool,
green water. He felt his mind calm as he swam underwater, playing with the
rays of light that penetrated beneath the surface. He and his Master were
not communicating well. Ever since his mission to Andara, there had been
distance between them. Obi-Wan had said he was deeply disappointed in him.
Although it was not in the character of a Jedi to dwell on the past, Anakin
remembered that comment like a knife in his heart. It haunted every moment
of their time together.
In the past he had sometimes felt irritated at Obi-Wan's corrections,
his need to always show Anakin how he could have done something better, or
more patiently, or more thoroughly. Now he missed them. He saw them now for
what they were - a dedication to him, a need to help him be the best Jedi
he could be.
Anakin broke the surface and shook off drops of water. He was close to
the waterfall now, and he paused to feel the cool mist on his skin. With a
few quick strokes he swam to the bank and hauled himself up to sit
underneath the spray.
And, just like that, it happened.
The vision came, and the peaceful scene before him fell away. The
rushing water became a rush of air so intense that it hurt his ears. Images
came and went so quickly they were like pulses of light: a massive fleet at
his command; a revolt of hundreds of slaves as they shouted his name;
striding through the dusty streets of Mos Espa and reaching the door of his
old home. The images stopped and froze only once. His mother's face as he
clasped her against him. He touched the slave cuffs at her wrists and they
fell to the floor. He heard the clang.
And then there was an explosion of light and sorrow, and he knew he
had lost Shmi, had lost, in fact, everyone he loved, including Obi-Wan.
The One Below remains below.
Suddenly Anakin felt the grass underneath his fingers, springy and
soft. He heard the sound of the waterfall. The explosion of blinding light
fractured and mellowed into the cool greens of the water.
It was the third time he had had the vision. Before, it had come late
at night, when he was close to sleep. The first time it had been almost a
dream. The second, it had been clear and sharp. But this time it was
insistent. It seemed to cling to him like a sticky web he couldn't escape.
What did it mean? Why did the vision of liberating slaves come to him?
He hadn't had that thought since he was a young boy on Tatooine. He often
dwelled on his mother, of course, dreamed of freeing her from her harsh
life. Yet this vision was so real. It felt as though he really had the
power to do it. He saw now the difference between a dream and a vision.
Who was The One Below?
Anakin shook his head, watching as water droplets hit the skin of his
forearm. He felt troubled and weary. Swimming every day wasn't enough to
clear his mind, calm his heart.
It was time to tell Obi-Wan about it.
On Andara, Obi-Wan had faulted him for acting without regard to his
instructions. Anakin had known that a fellow Jedi Padawan, Ferus Olin, had
disappeared. Instead of telling Obi-Wan, he had gone off with the group he
was investigating. Anakin had thought that he would find Ferus by
continuing with the mission. Obi-Wan had disagreed when he found out.
Anakin had never seen him so angry. He had felt that Anakin had violated an
essential core of trust between them.
It had not mattered at all that Ferus had been found safe, and that
the mission had been successful.
It made no difference to the Jedi Council, either. Anakin had been
asked to appear before the full Council and accept a reprimand, a serious
failing for a Padawan. He and Obi-Wan had been on several missions since,
but things between them weren't the same. They had lost a rhythm Anakin had
not been sure was there, until he had lost it.
Reluctantly, Anakin slipped back into his tunic with one hand and,
with the other, contacted his Master on his comlink. Obi-Wan answered
immediately.
"It's Anakin. I need to speak to you about something. I don't wish to
interrupt you, but - "
"I'm in the Room of the Thousand Fountains." "I'll be there in a few
minutes, then."
Anakin shoved his comlink back into his belt. He couldn't remember the
last time he'd felt free to tease his Master, or the last time Obi-Wan had
made a joke. Lately he'd begun to wonder if Obi-Wan still wanted him as his
Padawan at all. It was not unheard of for a Master to step away. Unusual,
yes, but not every pairing was the right one. It was considered no shame on
the Padawan if a more appropriate Master was needed. But Anakin would feel
the shame.
The Room of the Thousand Fountains wasn't far from the lake. He
hurried down the wooded trail. Illumination banks overhead created an
impression of sunlight streaming through the green leaves. Anakin wished he
could enjoy the peace that the Jedi found on these shores.
His Master was sitting on a favorite bench, his eyes closed. No doubt
he was meditating or listening to the fountains that were often compared to
the delicate chiming of bells.
Without opening his eyes, his Master spoke. "You sounded disturbed."
Anakin sat next to him. Obi-Wan opened his eyes and sent him a
penetrating glance. "I've had a vision," Anakin said. "It's come three
times, and I need to make sense of it."
"Visions do not always make sense." Obi-Wan swung around to face
Anakin. "Tell me about it."
Anakin outlined the vision. It was still so clear in his head that he
had no troub
le remembering the details.
"The One Below remains below," Obi-Wan murmured.
"Do you know what that means?"
Obi-Wan didn't answer. "Yoda should hear about this."
"Hear about what, I wonder," Yoda called, heading toward them and
leaning on his gimer stick. "To find you, I come, Obi-Wan. Expecting a
problem, I was not."
Obi-Wan smiled as he rose. "Not a problem. A vision has been troubling
Anakin."
"A vision, you say?" Yoda swiveled to fix Anakin with a curious look.
He settled himself on a rock and rested his hands on top of his stick, his
posture for listening.
Once again, Anakin related the vision, leaving out his feelings about
it. He knew that Yoda would want to know only the details.
Strangely, Yoda repeated the same thing that Obi-Wan had. "The One
Below remains below," he murmured.
"Do you know who that is, Master Yoda?" Anakin asked.
Yoda nodded slowly. "Know her well, I do. Master Yaddle, it is."
"Master Yaddle was imprisoned for centuries on the world of Koda,"
Obi-Wan explained. "The Kodans gave her that name, The One Below."
Anakin nodded. He had known about Yaddle's long imprisonment, but he
had never heard that name. Yaddle was the same species as Yoda, and sat on
the Jedi Council. She was a revered Jedi Master. He was surprised that
she'd been a part of his vision.
"About to leave on a mission to Mawan, she is," Yoda said. "A
troubling one, I fear. Debated, we have, which Jedi team to send with her.
The answer, perhaps your vision is."
Anakin felt a rush of disappointment. He realized at that moment that
he had been hoping that the vision meant he needed to travel to Tatooine.
He had imagined that he would be able to step out of his dreams and free
his mother in reality. "I thought perhaps the vision meant I could somehow
help the slaves on Tatooine," he said hesitantly.
Yoda and Obi-Wan both shook their heads.
"Careful you must be. Difficult to interpret, visions are," Yoda said.
"A map, a vision is not."
Anakin hid his impatience. Wasn't Yoda interpreting his vision for
him, and telling him where he needed to go?
Obi-Wan sensed his confusion. "Visions of freeing slaves are not
surprising," he told Anakin. "That desire rests deep within you. It is
natural that it would rise up in some form. To follow a vision literally is
often a mistake."
"But isn't following Yaddle also literal?" Anakin asked.
Yoda made a slight gesture with his gimer stick, an acknowledgment of
Anakin's point. "A warning, the vision is." He turned to Obi-Wan. "Grave,
the situation on Mawan has become."
Obi-Wan nodded. "It is a sad situation. I knew the planet when it was
thriving."
"Open now, this world is," Yoda said.
"Open?" Anakin asked.
"Mawan was torn apart by a civil war ten years ago," Obi-Wan
explained. "The planet was decimated by the conflict and was never able to
set up a government afterward. The capital city completely lost its
infrastructure - its roads deteriorated, its space lanes went unmonitored,
and finally its power grid went down completely. Much of the housing was
destroyed, too. A majority of the citizens were left jobless and homeless.
Many moved to the country, but a famine devastated the population there.
The absence of government, security, and hope left a void that criminal
elements rushed in to fill. It's now an open world, where anything can
happen without fear of the law. Criminals from throughout the galaxy have
set up operations there. There is no safety for the citizens."
"Too busy, the Senate has been," Yoda said. "But ignore Mawan, they
can no longer. Ripples of evil, open worlds have. Affect the galaxy, they
do. Asked the Senate has for a Jedi presence to help establish a
provisional government committee. To have the trust of the Mawans, a
diplomat we need."
"A diplomat, yes, but also a warrior," Obi-Wan remarked. "Someone who
can convince the criminal gangs that it is in their best interest to leave
the planet. I can see why you chose Yaddle."
Yoda inclined his head. "Our most able diplomat, she is. Accomplished
in the ways of the Force. But assistance she needs. Help her, you and your
Padawan must, for important this mission is. As goes Mawan, so go other
worlds. Growing in the galaxy, the dark side is."
"We are ready, Master Yoda," Obi-Wan said.
Anakin nodded. But he felt a dread he did not understand. Even hearing
the name of the planet had created a sour feeling in his stomach. Usually a
mission excited him, no matter how difficult or dangerous. Yet he knew that
he did not want to go to Mawan.
CHAPTER TWO
The Republic cruiser flew low over Mawan's capital city of Naatan.
Obi-Wan leaned closer to look out the cockpit window. The power grid was
being fought over by the crimelords, and had been repeatedly damaged in
successive raids and takeovers. Tonight the grid was down and the city was
black. It rose out of the night like a dark shadow.
He had flown into Naatan at night before. Years ago, before the war.
The city had glowed from kilometers above in space. The Mawans were fond of
soft colors, which they used to filter the harsh light of their world. They
used delicate rose lights to illuminate their streets and plazas at night,
and from the air the city had glowed like a rare pink jewel.
He had always enjoyed his visits to Naatan. The city had been a
thriving cosmopolitan center. It had been an important stop on the primary
Core trade route, and the wealth of the city had spread to its parks,
libraries, and schools.
As they flew lower, dipping down into an unused space lane, he could
see that those parks were now black holes in the landscape, as painful as
wounds. The schools were now in ruins, the libraries leveled. Obi-Wan saw
broken windows, twisted gates, half-demolished caf©s. Abandoned speeders
left on the street. Everywhere he looked, Obi-Wan saw desolation. It wasn't
just the property, it was what the property represented - the ruin of so
many lives, busy lives that had been lived in pleasant surroundings. Now
those lives had been driven underground, and evil had moved into the
vacuum.
"Gone underground," Euraana Fall said. "The only ones who remain are
part of the criminal gangs." A native of Naatan, Euraana had the delicate,
pale skin and blue veins that were prized by the Mawan. Mawans had two
hearts and their blue veins lay close to their skin, a mark of beauty on
the planet. Euraana's grief showed in her shimmering gray eyes, but her
voice was steady. "Most of the citizens live in the infrastructure tunnels.
Before the Great Purge - what Mawans call the civil war - all of our goods
were transported below the city, in tunnels, and airlifted to the surface.
Our computer centers and control links are there, too. It's what made the
city so pleasant. For a busy city, we had little traffic."
"Yes, it was a wonderful city to stroll in," Obi-Wan said as the craft
neared landing. "Your caf©s and restaurants wer
e always full of talk and
music."
"And our parks held the laughter of our children," Euraana agreed, her
gaze quietly sweeping over the city. "All gone." She pointed in the
distance. "There is the quarter where the crimelord Striker rules. He is
known by that name because of the projectile pistols his gang used for
their first raid. Strikers are not sophisticated weapons, but they won the
battle. Now they are better armed, of course. He is reputed to have the
most extensive weapons cache of all the crimelords."
Obi-Wan leaned over to look at the quarter of the city that Euraana
had indicated. Garish blue and green glowlights were hung from poles to
cast their eerie light on the streets. Half-destroyed buildings were
rebuilt with inexpensive, brightly colored plastoid materials. The
replacements were slapped onto old buildings built of polished stone,
making a tawdry contrast. This quarter did have a few beings in its
streets, with state-of-the-art speeders sporting shiny paint and flashing
lights moving through the streets and caf©s full of beings. It was obvious
that there was trading going on. The progress of their transport was
watched with calculating eyes.
"What are they buying and selling?" Anakin asked.
Euraana shrugged. "Weapons. Spice. Illegal medicines they will sell to
the unfortunates in the galaxy. Fortunes are being made down there. And
