by Watson, Jude
“Which is probably what he’s counting on. We’d better hurry, then.” Anakin pushed the speed on his swoop. Obi-Wan did the same.
They looped, dove, and flew flat-out, dipping out of the space lane to do some highly illegal flying over the pedestrian walkways leading to the Senate. Obi-Wan leaped off the swoop as it was still flying and held out a hand, using the Force to guide it to a safe stop. Anakin followed.
They ran into the Senate building, past the enormous statues. As he ran, Obi-Wan contacted Siri and told her what he suspected.
“I’ll contact Master Windu and head to the Senate. We’ll need backup. The head of security is here, I’ll talk to him.”
“Do what you can.” Obi-Wan shoved his comlink into his belt.
“How do you think they’ll do it?” Anakin asked as they ran along the elevated walkway leading to Palpatine’s private office.
“They’ll use the Zone to impair the opposition Senators. They will have figured out a way to target them somehow, maybe by inviting them to the meeting first. That’s why Bog is going to be late. Then they’ll call for a vote and oust the Jedi Order. In the meantime, they’ll assassinate Palpatine.”
“So they will have eliminated Jedi interference and Palpatine in one day,” Anakin said.
“And Sano Sauro will be Supreme Chancellor.”
They raced into Palpatine’s outer office. Sly Moore gazed at them forbiddingly, her pale eyes showing her disapproval. “Not another emergency meeting. The Supreme Chancellor is busy.”
“This is life or death,” Obi-Wan told her.
She hesitated a fraction of an instant. “He has already gone to the Jedi vote in the Senate. He took the South Corridor!” she shouted after them as they ran.
They raced down the hallways. They couldn’t be too late. They couldn’t let Omega win.
Ahead they saw Palpatine walking. Obi-Wan skidded up to him and pushed him into an empty meeting room. When he touched his arm, he was shocked at how thin the Supreme Chancellor was. Yet his arm was like a braiding of durasteel, ropy and strong. Something clanged along Obi-Wan’s nerves, some feeling, some instinct that made him want to recoil. He felt dread well up in him, and he wondered if he was too late, after all. Perhaps there was something he had not seen. Was he missing something? Obi-Wan felt suddenly confused.
“Master Kenobi, what is it?” Palpatine asked. He had moved his arm away quickly and was now adjusting the high collar on his cloak.
“An assassination plot against you, Supreme Chancellor,” Obi-Wan said. “Granta Omega is behind it. I am sure of it. Sano Sauro would be nominated by Bog Divinian as your successor.”
Palpatine thought this over. A small smile crossed his thin, bloodless lips. “Of course. That would be the inevitable next step.”
“You don’t seem very concerned about your potential assassination,” Anakin said.
Palpatine waved a hand. “My personal safety ceased to be an issue the moment I took on this position.”
An odd thing to say, Obi-Wan thought, for a man who had developed his own security force, the Red Guard, whose masked members used force pikes as weapons.
“I’ll order a lockdown,” Palpatine said. “That means every door will open only with a retinal scan.”
“Omega and Zan Arbor are probably already in the building,” Obi-Wan said. “My guess is that Teda got them past security.”
“I have monitors on the water system,” Palpatine said. “There are no reports of sabotage.”
“I advise you to shut down the entire system,” Obi-Wan said. “We can’t take a chance.”
Palpatine hesitated. Then he got out his comlink, notified Mas Amedda, and gave the order.
“And now I will go to the assembly,” he said.
“But Supreme Chancellor, you can’t,” Obi-Wan argued.
“But Master Kenobi, I must,” Palpatine said softly. For the first time in his acquaintance with the Supreme Chancellor, Anakin sensed something underneath his composure—just a hint of anger, striking as fast as a serpent, and then gone.
A red light began to glow on Palpatine’s comlink.
“The most serious alert,” he murmured, and accessed it. He listened for a moment, then shut it down.
“It could be nothing. A valve in a water tunnel won’t function. They wouldn’t have noticed it, but when they shut down the water system, the valve came up as nonfunctioning.”
“Where?”
Palpatine gave him the coordinates, and Obi-Wan turned to Anakin. “Stay with the Chancellor.”
“But Master—”
“Anakin, stay! Don’t leave him!” Obi-Wan’s order floated back to Anakin as his Master ran off.
Chapter Seventeen
Stay.
Obi-Wan was off to face Granta Omega, and Anakin was now just a bodyguard.
Palpatine’s pale gaze studied him.
“You can go.”
“I can’t disobey my Master. I can’t leave you alone.”
“If I call my Red Guard they can be here in three minutes. Less.”
“It would not matter,” Anakin said miserably. “Obi-Wan told me to stay.”
“Well, let us walk, then. I am scheduled to preside over the vote on Senator Divinian’s proposal.”
“But my Master told you not to go.”
“True. But unlike you, I do not have to obey an order of caution.”
Caution. Obi-Wan’s caution drove Anakin crazy.
“The work of the Senate goes on,” Palpatine continued as they began to walk. “To keep going on, no matter what the obstacles—that is what a leader must do. I have learned, Anakin, over the course of my political career, one important thing: I cannot let anyone get in the way of my service. In the beginning, I doubted myself. Who am I, I asked myself, to decide fates, to make rulings? Then the answer came to me. I must do it because there is no one else who can do it better.” Palpatine chuckled. “Oh, I’m not saying I’m keeping the Republic together singlehandedly. But fate has thrust me into this position—and I would be untrue to myself as well as the galaxy if I did not utilize everything I have and everything I am in order to succeed at it.”
Palpatine’s serenity was almost eerie. It was as though, Anakin thought suddenly, Palpatine was above this, looking down. As though criminals like Granta Omega were merely toys to be observed. Where did he get that confidence? Anakin was reaching out blindly, trying to probe the Supreme Chancellor, but his powers were not that developed. He kept meeting a wall.
“What I wish,” Palpatine said, “is that you will realize this one day, too. That it is right to use every means at your disposal. I’m sure your Master would agree.”
Anakin had his doubts. He saw Siri and Ferus pounding down the hallway.
“Ah,” Palpatine said. “Reinforcements.”
Siri halted in front of them. “Where is Obi-Wan?”
“There was a security breach and he went to check it out,” Anakin explained.
“Coordinates,” Siri rapped out.
Anakin gave them to her, and she turned to Ferus. “Stay here with the Supreme Chancellor. I’ll contact you if you’re needed.”
Ferus nodded. He did not seem to have the same conflict about the order that Anakin did. Siri raced down the hall.
“You go, too, Anakin,” Palpatine urged him. “One Jedi is enough protection.”
Anakin hesitated. He would be disobeying a direct order from Obi-Wan. But Obi-Wan had given the order before Ferus had shown up. And even though Palpatine had dismissed the idea that the water valve malfunction could be a security breach, Anakin felt in his bones that it was Omega, just as Obi-Wan had.
“If it is Omega, he is too dangerous an opponent to allow to escape,” Palpatine said. “The future of the Senate is at stake.”
Ferus said nothing. His dark eyes moved from Palpatine to Anakin. He knew that whatever he said, Anakin would not take it into consideration.
Anakin made his decision. He turned to Ferus. “I have to go
. Don’t leave his side.”
He didn’t have time to wonder if Ferus was annoyed that he had given a fellow Padawan an order. He felt the urgency of his mission. Everything in him pointed the way to a showdown with Omega. And it was just as Palpatine had said: Only he knew what he was capable of. Only he knew the right thing to do.
Chapter Eighteen
Obi-Wan splashed through the water tunnel. There were only a few centimeters of water on the bottom, but the tunnel was sweating water, and it dripped steadily on his head and down his neck. He had examined the valve that caused the malfunction alarm, and he was almost certain it had been caused by a blow, probably from a tool. There was a deep, fresh scratch on the valve, and part of the edge of it was bashed in, lying flush against the tunnel itself, making it impossible to open it. Had Omega and Zan Arbor attempted to open the valve and failed? Was the damage a result of frustration, or miscalculation?
It didn’t matter. What mattered was that they were here.
The sound of dripping water magnified in his ears until the soft plinks sounded like loud clangs. There were so many branches of the tunnel that he wasn’t even sure where the main tunnel ran. He wasn’t lost, exactly—not yet—but he wasn’t terribly comfortable with his sense of direction at this point. Obi-Wan splashed down another quarter-kilometer. He had to go slowly, for fear of making too much noise, but at this rate, he’d never find them. The Senate complex was as large as a mid-sized city on some planets. If Omega and Zan Arbor decided to hide, it could take some time before he could find them.
Obi-Wan’s comlink signaled, and he grabbed it. It was Tyro. The reception was poor, and the com line crackled.
“Obi-Wan, I must meet with you. Where are you?”
“In the water tunnels. Tyro, I don’t have time—”
“Listen to me. I’ve dug back, looking for links. And I stumbled on something. Something…much more…terrible.”
Even through the poor connection, Obi-Wan heard the fear in Tyro’s voice. “I know about the assassination plot on Palpatine,” Obi-Wan told his friend.
“What? No…” The comlink crackled again. “…can’t talk about it over a comlink. We must meet. This involves the highest level…great evil…”
“I know, Tyro!” Obi-Wan hissed into the comlink, exasperated. “Sano Sauro!”
“…only you can truly understand…” Tyro said through the static.
“Tyro? I can’t pick up what you’re saying! I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.” Obi-Wan shut off the transmission. He saw a schematic blueprint on the side of the tunnel, and he hurried over to examine it.
The blueprint was fashioned by raised laser lines that responded to touch. When Obi-Wan touched one part of the blueprint, it lit up in far more detail.
Just like the blueprint at the factory on Falleen.
They had used the same system to map the tunnels. Did that mean that the tunnels in the factory on Falleen corresponded to the Senate tunnels?
Obi-Wan touched the area he was standing in. The tunnel design appeared, with all the different branches.
He didn’t recognize the design. It was different from the one on Falleen. But that didn’t mean that another quadrant wouldn’t match. If he found the quadrant that they’d built on Falleen, he’d know which way Zan Arbor and Omega were going.
Which meant he would have to flash through each quadrant of the Senate water system until he found the one that matched. Obi-Wan scanned the menu. There were five hundred and seventy-two separately designated quadrants to the system. It would take too long for him to stand here and try to match them.
Obi-Wan studied the tunnel around him in frustration. The answer was here. Somewhere. There was something he wasn’t seeing.
He closed his eyes, remembering the tunnel on Falleen. Had there been a clue there that he had missed?
In his mind, he saw the tunnel he was standing in and matched it to the one on Falleen. Something was different, he knew. What? Suddenly, he realized something crucial.
Vents.
The Senate water tunnel had no vents. Of course not. It had valves to regulate water flow.
The tunnel on Falleen had vents.
Obi-Wan bent forward and accessed the grid again. He saw on the menu that the air and water tunnels were stacked on top of one another. There were several linking passageways for workers to get from one to the other. He pressed the key for the air tunnel quadrant nearest to where he was standing.
It was the same grid.
Obi-Wan realized then what he should have realized on Falleen. Zan Arbor had attempted to transmit the Zone through water to a large population. She had failed.
TRACK A EXPERIMENT VOIDED.
TRACK B EXPERIMENT BEGUN.
Track A had been transmission through water. It had failed. Four deaths were the result.
Track B had been transmission through air.
Obi-Wan’s conclusions thudded through his brain with sickening logic.
Zan Arbor and Omega knew he was expecting them to attack through water.
They had wanted the Senate water tunnels to be shut down.
It was their way in. And while the water tunnels were being searched, they would release the Zone into the air.
He studied the blueprint again, then whipped out his comlink as he ran. He could not get through. He was too deep in the system now.
He ran along the tunnel until he saw the light indicating a pass-through to the air tunnels. He accessed the door and rushed through, then jumped on a constantly moving platform that took him up to the air transport systems. Obi-Wan raced through a circular door into the air tunnel.
He remembered the blueprint perfectly. If he took a left turn, then a right, he would arrive in the main air tunnel. The one that went to the main Senate chamber.
He ran down the tunnel, his footsteps making no noise. Before long he heard a faint humming noise.
A speeder bike.
He took the next turn and saw them. Zan Arbor and Omega, traveling at low speed through the tunnel.
He accessed the Force and leaped, throwing himself through the air, straight at the speeder.
Chapter Nineteen
Obi-Wan hit the end of the vehicle and grabbed on to the edge of the backseat. The speeder lurched with the impact and collided with the wall in a shower of sparks.
In the pilot seat, Granta Omega took a backward glance and saw him. A look of rage transfixed his features into a snarling mask.
“Granta, watch out!” Zan Arbor screamed.
The tunnel curved and now the speeder was heading straight for the wall. Omega jerked the controls. The rear fishtailed wildly, tossing Obi-Wan back and forth. He scrambled toward the third seat in the rear.
Zan Arbor took out a blaster. Obi-Wan activated his lightsaber while she lifted it to aim. He swung, deflecting fire, but it was hard to hold on with one hand and he knew he wouldn’t be able to do it for long.
“Faster!” she shouted to Omega. With the other hand, she took another blaster out of her belt. “Just drive!”
To his surprise, she did not aim the second blaster at him. Omega piloted the speeder bike closer to the walls of the tunnel, and she took aim at the side.
At the vent.
Obi-Wan realized she wasn’t holding an ordinary blaster. It was likely packed with pellets. She was going to shoot into the vent. And right about now, if he remembered the blueprints correctly, they were on a direct line to the main Senate chamber.
“Get closer!” Zan Arbor screamed. She half-stood, half-crouched on the seat, lining up her shot, ignoring Obi-Wan for now. She would only get one chance at the vent.
But Obi-Wan was well aware that Omega had two problems: He had to get close enough for Zan Arbor to shoot, but he had to keep Obi-Wan off balance enough to prevent him from reaching Zan Arbor.
The Force hummed in the tunnel and around him. Time slowed down. Only a second remained until Zan Arbor would take her shot, but that second broke down into smaller pie
ces of time that Obi-Wan could use.
He could see the vent approaching. He waited until he knew Omega would have to get the speeder closer to the wall. At the moment Omega made the adjustment, Obi-Wan threw himself forward, knocking Zan Arbor off position. With a swift, precise kick, Obi-Wan dislodged the blaster from her hand. It flew out, bouncing against the tunnel wall.
Zan Arbor crouched in the bottom of the speeder, her face contorted in a scream.
“Do it now!” she screamed at Omega.
Of course. Omega would have a blaster, too. He always had a backup.
Omega threw the speeder into reverse. It was careening now, almost out of control, but his arm was steady as he aimed the blaster at the vent.
Again, time moved for Obi-Wan just as he wanted it to move, with spaces in between the seconds for him to exploit. He reached over and pushed the speed lever forward. The speeder went into maximum velocity in resverse.
Obi-Wan was prepared, but Omega and Zan Arbor were thrown forward with the lurch of speed. Omega let go of the blaster. Obi-Wan reached up and snatched it out of the air, then tucked it into his utility belt.
Omega tried to push the engines into forward again, but the speeder finally protested and stalled. The engine cut out and the speeder spun crazily, then bounced on the bottom of the tunnel and slammed against the wall.
Omega was already jumping out as the speeder bike died. Obi-Wan leaped after him, but found himself suddenly contending with a dozen miniature seeker droids hammering blaster fire at him. Omega had released them from a compartment on the speeder even as it came to its final stop.
The first dozen were joined by another dozen. Then another. And, Obi-Wan saw in dismay, another. The blaster fire kept Obi-Wan moving, but he could not get anywhere. He had to leap and defend himself against the blaster fire while taking down the elusive droids, who were now between him and the two criminals.
