by Jude Watson
those fortunes are built on the ashes of our civilization."
"No longer," Yaddle said softly. She had talked little on the journey
and had spent much of it meditating. Now the sharp gaze from her green-
brown eyes seemed to give strength to Euraana, who nodded. Although Yaddle
was small in size, her presence loomed large.
Without air traffic guidelines, the Senate pilot didn't need clearance
or coordinates. The landing platforms for the city had all been destroyed.
He set the cruiser down in a large courtyard of a formerly impressive
living complex, carefully avoiding the rubble.
Obi-Wan watched Anakin as his Padawan grabbed his survival pack and
waited with the others for the ramp to lower. Usually at the start of a new
mission Anakin's eyes were alive with curiosity. Obi-Wan had always
appreciated how his Padawan threw himself into a new situation, using all
of his senses to gather information. But Anakin's expression looked
shuttered.
He walked beside him as they exited the craft. "Any impressions?" He
was always interested to hear what Anakin had picked up. The Force spoke to
Anakin in a different way than anyone Obi-Wan had ever known.
Anakin shook his head. "Nothing to speak of. I feel the dark side of
the Force, of course. That's clear."
"And to be expected," Obi-Wan said. "What about your vision? Any
connections?"
Anakin shook his head. "Nothing."
There were shadows between them now. He could see them in the way
Anakin held his shoulders, the way his eyes spoke. It wasn't as though
Anakin didn't meet his gaze directly. But his gaze was like glass. Obi-Wan
found himself sliding off it into uncertainty.
He knew he was partly responsible. Ever since Andara he had held
himself back from his Padawan. His anger had gone, but it had been replaced
with caution. He had wanted to give Anakin room, time to reflect without
the pressure of his own opinions and interpretations. He knew he could be
heavy-handed at times. He remembered Qui-Gon, how his own Master had
sometimes withdrawn his focus on him and gone to a place Obi-Wan could not
reach. It had sometimes left Obi-Wan feeling stranded, but it had forced
him to come to terms with his own feelings. He wanted to do the same for
Anakin. His Padawan was sixteen now. It was time for him to achieve a
deeper connection to his core.
Anakin had been wrong on Andara. The fact that he had concealed the
disappearance of a Jedi still astonished Obi-Wan. His actions did not take
away from the fact that Anakin was special. When he made mistakes, they
were big ones. His need to be perfect, to be powerful, was a flaw. Try as
he might, Obi-Wan could not show Anakin that if he held himself back,
everything would come to him. Anakin just kept pushing.
He resolved to work out some of their differences on this mission.
They were on a journey together, and for each phase they would develop
different rhythms, different paces. Anakin needed to understand that. A
little distance between them didn't mean that the core was threatened.
"Our contacts are meeting us nearby," Euraana Fall said. "This way."
The Jedi picked their way through the rubble of the courtyard and
followed Euraana down the dark street, leaving the pilot and cruiser
behind. "Better not use a glow rod," she said. "No need to attract
attention. This part of the city isn't used much. It will be a good place
for us to set up operations."
She led them to a building that seemed miraculously untouched by the
signs of war, until they entered and saw that part of the rear portion had
been blown out. The domed ceiling was half destroyed. Stars littered the
sky above, thrown like mineral dust on shimmersilk.
"This was once a meeting hall." Euraana's voice echoed in the space.
"I attended lectures here, and concerts. There are still offices and even a
caf© here. We can make it work."
Two forms separated from the shadows. Obi-Wan tensed, but he saw
almost immediately that they were friendly. They were most likely the Mawan
contacts. They were both short, muscular men with pale complexions and long
hair that was tied back with metal clasps. One of the men had gleaming dark
hair, the other snowy white.
The shorter one with the white hair and youthful face gave a short nod
to Euraana and held out his hand, palm out, in the Mawan gesture of
friendship and welcome. "Glad to see you made it." His voice rumbled like a
balky sublight engine.
"Greetings to you, Swanny," Euraana said to the white-haired man. Then
she faced the dark-haired Mawan and said, "Hello, Rorq." Euraana turned and
introduced the two to the Jedi party. The two men nodded greetings.
"Swanny and Rorq were tunnel workers before the war," Euraana
explained. "They live below. The tunnel workers have agreed to help us, and
they are their representatives."
"I'm afraid I haven't been thoroughly briefed," Obi-Wan said politely.
"Tunnel workers?"
Swanny bristled. "What's wrong with that?"
Euraana said quickly, "Let me explain. Before the war, the tunnel
workers were... well, near the bottom of the social structure - "
"Meaning the high-and-mighties looked down on us," Rorq said, crossing
his thick arms. "Called us subrats."
"Even though we kept everything running for them," Swanny added with a
cynical twist to his mouth.
"So the order of things," Euraana said, holding her hand up and
flipping it over, "is now reversed."
"Subrats on top," Swanny said. "It's a sweet thing."
"The citizens below depend on the tunnel workers to bring provisions
and keep their generators going," Euraana continued. "They have practically
fashioned a city down below."
"We saved their hides," Rorq growled.
"We've gotten a taste of power, and we like it," Swanny said. "Not
only that, we're good at it. So we'd like to be involved in the rebuilding
of Naatan. Not from the bottom, though. Things have changed."
"Everything has changed," Euraana said quietly.
"Before the Purge, Euraana here wouldn't have given me the time of
day," Swanny said. "Now she has to deal with me."
"Oh?" Euraana said, cocking an eyebrow. "Do you know me so well,
Swanny Mull? Enough to call me a snob and an opportunist in one breath?"
Swanny grinned and held up his hands. "Maybe I spoke too soon."
"Maybe you should stick to things you know about," Euraana snapped in
a tart tone. "The crimelords, for example." She turned to the others. "The
tunnel workers serve as go-betweens. The citizens are forced to buy their
food and goods from the crimelords in temporary markets set up below in the
tunnels. The tunnel workers set it up." She gave Swanny an icy glance.
"They are paid by the crimelords for their services, as well as by the
citizens."
"Why shouldn't we be paid?" Swanny asked mildly. "We take the risks."
"Tell us about the crimelords," Obi-Wan said. If he didn't step in, he
had a feeling Euraana and Swanny would trade taunts for hours. "Who is the
most dangerous? Who is the most power
ful? Sometimes they aren't one and the
same."
Swanny frowned. "Most of the criminals in Naatan are low-level types
working for bosses. I'd say your three biggest problems are Striker, Feeana
Tala, and Decca."
"Let's start with Decca," Obi-Wan said.
"She's a Hutt," Rorq said with a shudder. "The daughter of Gardulla.
Decca took over Gardulla's organization when she died. Her center of
operations used to be on C-Foroon, near Tatooine, but she got chased off.
She came here and brought her goons with her. She's mainly in the spice
trade."
"But she has a personal grudge against Striker," Swanny said. "He hit
her operation within days of arriving on Mawan. Grabbed control of the
power grid and a warehouse full of weapons. But Decca's got the edge in
transport. She controls most of the main tunnels. She stole most of
Naatan's transports when she arrived and she's managed to hold on to them."
"The only trouble is, she doesn't have fuel for them," Rorq said.
"Striker keeps raiding her fuel supplies, just to make her angry. He
doesn't need that much fuel. He doesn't have as many transports."
"Nobody knows who Striker is?" Anakin asked.
Swanny shook his head. "Not many have even seen him. His operators
were in control for years, and he only dropped in from time to time. But
he's been spending all of his time here lately." He nodded at Obi-Wan. "I'd
say he was the most powerful. And dangerous."
"And Feeana Tala?" Yaddle asked. "A native of Mawan, she is."
Rorq nodded. "She controls most of the goods and services that are
sold to the citizens below. Small potatoes for the other crimelords."
"Still, they raid her when they feel like it," Swanny said. "They want
to control as much of what happens on Mawan as they can. Decca wants
Striker off-planet, and he wants the same for her. Feeana's edge is that
she knows the tunnels below almost as well as we do."
Euraana looked at Yaddle. "So what is our first step?"
"Return and take back the city, the citizens must," Yaddle said. "So
control of the power grid we must have."
"You'll have to guarantee their safety," Euraana said.
Yaddle turned to her and blinked in a gesture that was very much like
Yoda's. "Guarantee, you say? Guarantees, there never are." She spread her
hands. "Help them we will. Courage must they find themselves."
Euraana nodded. "If we can get the power grid back, we might be able
to persuade them to leave the tunnels. And if there was at least some
progress with the crimelords - "
"That is our job," Obi-Wan said, indicating himself and Anakin. "They
must be told that if they don't voluntarily leave the planet, Senate
security forces will make them go."
"If the Senate will send them," Euraana said worriedly. "They still
have not agreed."
"Agree they will, if take back the city we can," Yaddle said.
"What if the crimelords don't listen to talk?" Swanny asked. "In my
experience, they seldom do."
"We have to find a reason to make them listen," Obi-Wan said.
"Everyone is vulnerable somewhere. For now we just need to learn more about
their operations."
"Swanny and Rorq can help you there," Euraana said. "Aboveground has
been so destroyed that even the crimelords have bunkers belowground."
"Safer down there in case something bad happens," Swanny said. He
grinned at Obi-Wan and Anakin. "We know just about everything that goes on
down there."
"Take us below," Obi-Wan said. "We'll be in touch while you take care
of the power grid," he said to Yaddle. Yaddle nodded good-bye.
"If you'll follow me." Swanny gave a bow to the Jedi that held a hint
of mockery.
Obi-Wan and Anakin strode after the two. Obi-Wan's instincts were on
alert. He had his doubts about the value of Swanny and Rorq's assistance.
They were scruffy, rude, and probably untrustworthy.
Qui-Gon would have befriended them instantly.
CHAPTER THREE
Anakin walked with Obi-Wan, following Swanny through the dark streets
to an industrial part of Naatan, an area made even darker by the presence
of the shells of unlighted buildings looming overhead. Swanny led them to a
booth that was a tall cylinder made of opaque black glass in a passage
between two former warehouses.
"This is a forced air tube," Swanny said. "We use them instead of
turbolifts. If you've never been on one, it can feel a little strange. You
step out on air, and the pressure lessens, dropping you below." He opened a
control panel and punched in a level and a speed. "I'll keep it slow for
your first time. Just don't ever turn the control to 'eject.' That's what
we used to get rid of toxic substances - we'd just blast them into the
atmosphere. The roof of the cylinder retracts, and you'd find yourself lost
in the clouds."
"Are there many levels below?" Obi-Wan asked.
"About twenty," Rorq said. "And the tunnels extend over the entire
area of Naatan. It's like another city down there. You'll see."
Rorq stepped into the air tube with no floor. He hung there for a
second, grinning at them, then shot below. Swanny gestured. "After you."
Obi-Wan stepped out into what seemed to be a black void. Anakin heard
the faint sound of rushing air. The next thing he knew, his Master had sunk
down out of sight.
"Next," Swanny said.
Anakin stepped into the chamber. It felt strange to feel the air
pressure against his boots. He descended, the air rushing against his ears.
The sensation felt oddly familiar, even though he'd never been in an
airlift before. When he reached the bottom he felt the shock of the ground
against his boots and almost stumbled as he stepped off.
Obi-Wan and Rorq were waiting. After a moment, Swanny joined them,
stepping off the airlift with the ease of long practice.
"Ah," Swanny said, spreading his arms to take in the dim, dirty
tunnel, "home, sweet home."
Anakin wrinkled his nose. The air was dank and heavy and smelled
stale.
Swanny grinned. "The purification system is hooked into the power
grid. Sometimes it's off, sometimes it's on. Lately it's been off."
Swanny activated a glow rod and they set off down the tunnel. It was
wide and high, big enough for the four of them to walk side by side.
"This is one of the main transport tunnels," Swanny explained. "We
used to have speeders operating along here. Now we motor the old-fashioned
way."
Obi-Wan glanced around at the network of tunnels branching off from
the one they were walking down. "I don't know how you keep from getting
lost."
"There are map kiosks, but when the power's down, we can't access
them," Rorq said. "Luckily, we could find our way around down here
blindfolded. Patrol, Swanny."
Quickly, Swanny deactivated the glow rod. Rorq dived into a side
tunnel and Swanny urged them through the opening. They pressed against the
walls of the side tunnel as a speeder slowly made its way down the main
tunnel. Two guards sat, blaster rifles at the ready.
"Better
to avoid them," Swanny whispered. "Decca's crew."
"Does she run patrols frequently?" Obi-Wan asked.
"I'd say randomly," Swanny said. "She doesn't have enough fuel for
regular patrols, so she counts on surprise. She's always looking to round
up some of Striker's men if she can. They capture you and ask questions
later. I'd rather avoid a rifle butt on the scalp, thank you."
They walked back into the main tunnel. "The substations are where the
main computer relays used to be," Swanny said, holding the glow rod high so
that they could pick their way down the tunnel. "Most of them have been
destroyed in blaster shoot-'em-up battles. There are also docking bays for
our once-gleaming fleet of transports. Decca controls most of the docking
bays. And the rest of the crimelords have taken over most of the
substations."
"Where do the Mawans live?" Anakin asked.
"They took over a half-dug-out area that was supposed to be another
loading bay before the Purge. They set up a kind of tent village there. We
subrats serve as scouts to protect them from raids. We also ferry food,
water, and other supplies."
"For a fee," Obi-Wan said.
Swanny nodded. "A small fee, just to cover costs. We have to pay
bribes to the crimelords."
