by Jude Watson
“Wesa glad to help if help is needed,” Boss Nass said. He placed his hands on his belly and leaned back.
Ferus looked a bit nervous. He never looked nervous. Trever saw him swallow. It must be a big request.
“I need you both to use your security forces to attack and destroy the Imperial headquarters,” he said.
Boss Nass jumped to his feet. “Yousa crazy?” he roared. “Attack Imperials? Maxi-bad strategy mesa friend! Yousa noticed they be controlink the wide-sea galaxy?”
Queen Apailana’s tone was milder, but it was clear she was shocked as well. “Surely you realize the retribution that would be inflicted afterward upon both the Naboo and the Gungans. The Emperor would crush us. It would be swift and terrible, and many civilians would perish.”
“That’s for sure,” Trever said under his breath. Ferus shot him a look that he didn’t need a translator for. Don’t speak.
“I understand the magnitude of what I ask,” Ferus said.
“Why do you ask then?” Queen Apailana said.
“The future of the galaxy depends on it,” Ferus said. “That I can promise you. The head of the Imperial Inquisitors, Malorum, has found out an important secret. If he is able to reveal it to the Emperor it could destroy any hope we have of someday living in peace and true justice.”
“What is this secret?” the Queen asked.
“That I can’t tell you. Yet you must trust me. We must strike this blow here, now.”
There was a pause, so Ferus continued. “I have a way to avoid retribution. I would not propose this otherwise. I promise that no harm will come to your people.”
“I’m listening,” Queen Apailana said.
Boss Nass sat back. “Mesa, too.”
Ferus turned back to Queen Apailana. “Your information network has reported that the Empire is illegally stockpiling destructive weapons in the Theed hangar in defiance of Senate regulations. If we blow up the weapons cache it would seem like a disaster the Empire had brought on itself. The officials back on Coruscant would wish to hush up the explosion so that the Senate wouldn’t hear about it. The Emperor may despise the Senate, but he still needs it to cloak his crimes.”
“Your plan depends on our winning the battle,” Queen Apailana said.
“The combined might of the Naboo and Gungan warriors can defeat a battalion,” Solace said. “They’ve gone up against far worse and won.”
“I have the greatest confidence in the courage and daring of both your peoples,” Ferus added.
Queen Apailana said nothing. Because of her elaborate makeup, Trever couldn’t tell what she was thinking.
Suddenly Boss Nass lurched up, slapping the arms of his chair. “What a berry good trick, you say, Jedi! Get rid of Empire, protecting all our people, and no onesa ever thinkin’ well of us! Bringsa out the fambaa anda power us up!”
They all turned to the holographic screen. The Queen’s image was still impassive.
“Yes,” she said slowly. “It is a berry good trick, as my friend Boss Nass says. And it might remove the Empire from Naboo for some time. If it works.”
“Will you commit your forces?” Ferus asked. “We can draw up the battle plans here and coordinate when we reach Theed.”
“Faster issa to goes underwater,” Boss Nass said. “Wesa can bring the army thatta way.”
“We’ll be ready,” Queen Apailana said.
Ferus and the others waited aboard a Gungan military launching ship beneath the lake in Theed. Since the Trade Federation battle, the Gungans had designed troop transports, long and narrow, that could navigate the water caverns that networked below the surface of Naboo.
The transports lined up underneath the lake, their mineral skins tinted blue-green for camouflage. They waited for the signal from Captain Typho. Ferus exchanged a glance with Trever. He no longer bothered to order Trever to stay behind. It was a waste of breath.
Solace, Ferus, and Oryon would leave first. They were to head immediately to Imperial headquarters and break in. Ferus would split off and go for Malorum. Solace and Oryon would head off any attempt of Imperial officers to escape. Usually the higher up the officer, the more you could count on their having a separate escape route from the rest of the battalion.
Clive had begged off being included. “I’m a solo act,” he told them. “Wars make me nervous.”
Solace had snorted her disapproval.
The signal came. The Gungan ships rose slowly and then burst through the surface. Ramps slid out and connected with the land. Ferus, Solace, and Oryon raced off the ship.
The Naboo security force was already mobilizing in the streets, marching toward headquarters. Ferus could see several panicked stormtroopers racing to return to the building. Already ranks were forming lines on the building’s wide steps. The first fire rang out from the front lines.
He would join the fight, but first he had to find Malorum.
They raced around the corner of Imperial headquarters and released liquid cables. It brought them up to the first bank of windows. Ferus had already networked with the Naboo and knew where the officers were located.
Solace paused. The sounds of battle had escalated. “May the Force be with you,” she said.
Ferus nodded and took off through a window. He ran down the halls, which rang with confusion as officers scrambled to load data onto computers, no doubt following some sort of Empire protocol for a surprise attack. Others ran toward the back of the building where Ferus knew it connected with the Theed hangar.
That was where Malorum would be headed. He wouldn’t stand and fight. He would cut and run.
Ferus increased his speed, mowing down stormtroopers that got in his way. The thud of his boots sounded out his purpose. He held his lightsaber aloft.
He burst through the grand double doors of the hangars. Amid the gleaming ships and stacks of cartons he saw the flicker of a red cape. Malorum had seen him and was running away. He chased him down a long hallway that connected to another grand building.
The hallway opened up into a gigantic circular area. Platforms and bridges were stacked hundreds of meters high. The space was filled with a low-level hum. He was in the Theed power generator.
The knowledge thudded through his brain. This was where the great Jedi Master, Qui-Gon Jinn, had fallen. Every Padawan had heard the story.
It was here, Ferus thought. This is the place Obi-Wan fought Darth Maul to the death.
But now it was different. He wasn’t fighting a Sith. He was fighting an Imperial Inquisitor—skilled, with powerful weapons, yes. But not a Sith.
Then Malorum turned, baring his teeth in a smile. And showed Ferus his lightsaber.
Ferus was startled. He and Obi-Wan had both felt that Malorum was a Force-sensitive. But that was a long way from being proficient with a lightsaber.
Where had he received lightsaber training? Malorum held the lightsaber easily in a classic ready stance, the red shaft projecting downward.
Ferus circled him slowly, holding his dark gaze. So. A former Jedi and a Sith pretender were about to fight. Interesting.
Malorum charged. The two lightsabers clashed. Ferus felt a surprising amount of power from Malorum. Maybe this wouldn’t be so easy.
But it would be done.
He whirled around in a one-hundred-eighty-degree turn, kicking out with his foot at the same moment. He missed Malorum’s chin by a whisker. Ferus liked to fight with his boots as well as his lightsaber. He had learned to fight without a lightsaber when he’d been a regular citizen of Bellassa. Sometimes that meant fighting dirty. Looking for openings, using whatever materials came to hand. He could still street-fight if he had to.
He fought without urgency just yet, circling Malorum, challenging him, watching him for weaknesses. Ferus ticked them off in his head. Malorum relied on agility but had little grace. He had strength but did not know how to use it effectively. But most of all—and this was what Ferus was sure would defeat him—Ferus could feel Malorum’s emotion in his sty
le. Anger fueled his attacks. It was a mistake many made. Not a Jedi.
After feints and attacks, they came to a long passage with curving walls. A series of energy gates ran down it. Electron rays pulsed in a rhythmic fashion. Ferus remembered this from the story he’d heard as a Padawan. The energy gates had slowed Obi-Wan and he’d been unable to come to his Master’s aid in his final battle with Darth Maul. In those crucial seconds, he’d watched Qui-Gon receive the fatal blow and fall, right before his eyes.
Here he was in the middle of a battle, and he was suddenly pierced with a sharp sympathy for Obi-Wan. For the past weeks he’d been intimidated by the Jedi Master, irritated by his silences, upset at his decisions. Now he fully realized how little he understood of what lay beneath.
I can’t imagine what he’s seen. How he’s suffered. What he’s lost.
He made it through the first energy gate but suddenly they buzzed shut behind and ahead of him. Malorum was in the next chamber. How odd it was to see your enemy and be unable to move.
He could just make out Malorum’s words.
“You can’t stop me,” Malorum said. “You can only slow me down.”
“Oh, I’ll stop you,” Ferus replied. “Even though I’ll miss our conversations.”
The energy gates sprang open. Ferus jumped forward, swinging his lightsaber. Malorum parried and came a little too close to connecting to Ferus’s shoulder. He had to leap backward, and the energy gates shut again.
“I’ve learned from the best,” Malorum grunted through his teeth.
“Siri Tachi. Obi-Wan Kenobi. Soara Antana. Yoda himself.” Ferus didn’t know if Malorum could hear him, but he felt the names of his teachers resonate inside him like a powerful chant. “You don’t know what the best is.”
The energy gates opened again and Ferus surged forward, driving Malorum backward. “Want to be a Sith, Malorum?” he taunted. “Is that it? Palpatine’s puppy is tired of biting ankles?”
Rage darkened Malorum’s face. Good. Exactly what he’d hoped.
Malorum sprang forward in a fast combination that Ferus had a tough time parrying. The dark side of the Force hummed with him now as his anger grew.
Okay, maybe it was time for a new strategy.
Malorum reversed directions and was able to run out onto a catwalk. Ferus leaped to follow him. He wondered if Malorum was heading for an exit. He knew if Malorum was able to get out of here, he would lose him. It was almost as if Malorum knew the way and was leading him on. Maybe he was trying to lead him back to the Imperial army, hoping they were still fighting.
They fought furiously now, using every inch of catwalk. They fought around the deep central core, hundreds of meters down. Ferus used his advantage of Force agility to leap and somersault, giving power to his thrusts. He fought using the lightsaber only, saving another kick or an elbow for when he needed it, when Malorum wouldn’t be looking for it.
He pushed Malorum back, forcing him to rely on balance to avoid falling into the pit below. Malorum twisted and turned, but he was beginning to sweat.
Ferus saw his chance. He left himself slightly open, and Malorum charged. As he came in, Ferus slammed his elbow directly into Malorum’s forehead. It stunned him for a split second, and Ferus used the hilt of his lightsaber to smash Malorum’s lightsaber out of his hands. The lightsaber shot outward, directly over the pit.
Malorum’s mouth opened in a cry that echoed off the walls. “No!” he shouted. Ferus could feel the Force pulsing as Malorum leaped into the air, straining to catch the lightsaber as it spun. Straining to harness the Force to push the lightsaber hilt toward him and carry him safely to the next catwalk.
Don’t…strain…Ferus watched Malorum make the elemental mistake of any early-year Jedi student.
He saw that Malorum was blinded by need. If he lost the lightsaber, he would be disgraced. He would never be a Sith.
Malorum’s lightsaber dropped like a stone. Still in midair, Malorum lost his grip on the Force. His cape flapped around him, and Ferus saw the panic in his eyes.
Then he dropped down, down, down, into the central core. And Obi-Wan’s secret went with him.
The battle was over. Smoldering stormtroopers lay on the streets. Fallen officers were in the building where they’d taken refuge.
Captain Typho strode toward Ferus as he emerged from the Theed generator. “Your friends are all safe,” he said, before Ferus could ask.
Ferus saw a blur of brown and blue, and Trever ran toward him, his blue hair flying, his tunic torn. “Did you get Malorum? Did you stop him?”
“He fell into the central core of the generator.”
“So the secret is safe,” Solace said, coming up to them. “Whatever it is.”
“We’ll clean up quickly,” Captain Typho said. “There will be no trace of battle. We’ve been monitoring the comm system. Coruscant Imperial Control is trying to raise the battalion here but getting no response. They’re sending a ship to investigate from a nearby system. It could be here within the hour. It’s time to blow the weapons cache.”
“Looks like we’re up, mate,” Clive said to Ferus. “It’ll be a mite tricky, but I think I’ve got the explosives figured out so we can get out in time.”
Ferus blinked at him. “You think?” he asked.
Clive grinned. “Your pal here helped me with a few ideas.”
Ferus looked at Trever.
“Don’t look at me that way,” Trever said. “I’m not coming with you this time. Do you think I’m crazy?”
Clive and Ferus entered the great Theed hangar, empty now of all personnel. The area around the hangar had been cleared of people and any valuables, just in case the hangar blew up the surrounding area. Theed pilots had flown a few ships to safety, but they would have to sacrifice some of their fleet so that the blast wouldn’t look suspicious.
“The trick is to arrange the stuff so that it blows here, in the center,” Clive said. “The shock wave will go down, not out. But this side wall has to pack some explosive power so that it blows the Imperial headquarters, too. We have to account for the loss of those stormtroopers.”
“Let’s do it,” Ferus said.
They approached the boxes cautiously. Clive began to open them with a vibro-cutter.
“Some of this is highly volatile baradium,” Clive said, eyeing the instructions on the durasteel boxes. “Just don’t drop anything.”
“Right,” Ferus muttered.
Carefully, they picked up the boxes and bins and moved them to the center of the hangar. They took the highly volatile synthetic explosive and pushed it against the wall. Then Clive carefully walked through, setting the sequence charges. “Trever fixed these so that they’ll disintegrate with the blast—no trace of metal or explosive will remain. They’ll never know we blew it.”
“So how are we getting out in time?” Ferus asked.
“The pattern is designed so that one alpha charge will set off an explosion that will set off the next, and the next, and so on, until it gets so bloody hot in here that the whole place goes up. It’s going to be one crazy blow,” Clive said fondly.
“Clive? How are we getting out?” Ferus asked, enunciating each word.
“Oh. I have a plan.” Clive placed the last alpha charge against a drum of missile fuel.
“Good,” Ferus breathed in relief.
“We run.” Clive placed the last charge down and set it. “Now!”
Ferus spurted after Clive, cursing him in his head. Clive was one of those insane individuals who enjoyed extreme danger. Ferus felt the first explosion at his back. He felt the heat on his neck. He charged toward the doors. The next explosion gave him a push at the small of his back that almost sent him sprawling. The third made the air come alive. He rode a wave of air out the double doors and landed on his knees on the street. Clive rolled over, laughing.
“Come on, it’s not over yet,” he shouted.
The Imperial headquarters blew as they raced under a pedestrian bridge. The bridge fel
l in a shower of mellow ochre stone. Ferus grabbed Clive and Force-leaped to safety.
Sprawled on their backs, they watched as half the hangar burned and Imperial headquarters collapsed in a heap of rubble and a giant cloud of dust.
Coughing, they made their way to Solace, Oryon, Keets, Curran, and Trever, who were standing with Captain Typho watching the awful spectacle.
“I’m sorry about the building,” Ferus said. “It was a gracious part of Theed. It will take a long time to rebuild that hangar.”
“It is a thing,” Typho said. “The people of Naboo are more important.”
The orbiting space platform in the Rainbow Nebulae was somewhere between Naboo and nowhere, and it was a good place to stop. The group refueled there. It had been imperative that they take off from Naboo immediately.
They all stood together while their ships were hooked up to the refueling stations. The sky above vibrated with red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and violet.
“I heard from Typho on the way,” Ferus told the others. “The Empire is investigating, and it’s already clear that they’re going to engineer a coverup. There will be no retaliation on Naboo. And it appears that Malorum died in the explosion.”
“Love it when a plan works like a well-timed chrono,” Clive said.
There was a pause. It was time to say good-bye, but no one was sure who was going where.
Ferus was anxious to return to the roving asteroid base. There were things to do, systems to set up. He needed to contact Obi-Wan and tell him that the threat posed by Malorum was over.
“I have a safe place,” he told the others.
“You only have to navigate through an atmospheric storm to get there,” Trever amended.
“You are all welcome,” Ferus said. “Each one of you is now an outlaw from the Empire. You’ll need fresh text docs, a place to lie low.”
Ferus looked at Solace. He was creating the base for surviving Jedi. Solace had told him she wanted no part of it. He hoped she would change her mind.
