"How long have you trained at the Temple, Padawan Assant?" It was plain, at least, that I-Five was a better droid than the one assigned to watch over the Fondorian in I the safe house. That one hadn't recognized her as a Padawan.
"I've lived at the temple practically all my life. My formal training started when I was four," she said. And probably ended as of today, she added silently.
"I have been in business with Lorn Pavan for five standard years." Then the droid went silent and left Darsha to her own thoughts. She realized that he had given her a clue to the mystery of Lorn's past.
She cast her thoughts back five years earlier. A new student had come to the temple back then, a two-year-old. Darsha remembered it because of the boy's high midi-chlorian count. She hadn't heard all the details of course, but the temple was a small pond, and ripples of any discord traveled quickly across its surface. Ap-parently the boy had been the son of a temple em-ployee, who had been fired after he agreed to let his son be trained-why, she wasn't sure.
She gave Lorn a measuring look. If he were that student's father, and if his son had been taken from him without his consent, to be raised by the order- well, then it was certainly no wonder that he hated the Jedi.
She tried to imagine how she would feel in his place, but could not.
She looked at Lorn again and knew her suspicion was right. It certainly explained the man's attitude toward her and Master Bondara. She felt a great up-surge of pity for him then, so much so that she had to look away from him lest he read it in her expression.
She turned her focus back to their surroundings. It still rankled her that she hadn't noticed the Cthons be-fore they had attacked, and she had vowed to herself not to let something like that happen again.
Seeking out life-forms around her with the Force was a task with varying degrees of difficulty. Intelligent, Force-sensitive beings were usually easy to spot, of course, while lower-level forms-insects and animals, for example-did not broadcast nearly much of a blip on her mental radar. It was true that her mastery of the Force was nowhere near perfect, but that was no ex-cuse for not doing the best she could. Her Twi'lek Master had once explained to her that sensitivity and fine-tuning came with time. "As a Padawan," he had said, "I could push boulders around with ease, but seeds were next to impossible." The thought reminded Darsha that it was time to check on possible pursuit again.
Ever since they had entered the underground tunnels she had periodically scanned behind them for any signs of the Sith. She had not sensed his approach before the Cthon attack and was still hoping that he had been killed along with Master Bondara. But she couldn't take the chance of becoming complacent. She closed her eyes, keeping a slight cognizance of her immediate surroundings with the Force, and cast her awareness backwards, along the path they had traced across the old bridge, across the ledge, back into the tunnel.
A cold pillar of darkness formed in her mind as her awareness reached the tunnel. Power and en-ergy seemed to radiate off of it like electricity from a thundercloud.
He was right behind them!
"Lorn, I-Five-the Sith is behind us, almost to the bridge!" There was no response from either of them. Darsha opened her eyes and for a moment forgot about the imminent threat of the Sith.
They had found the reason why the Cthons had not pursued them.
CHAPTER 24
Darth Maul advanced along the dark passage as fast as he dared. His sense of the Jedi and her compan-ions grew stronger. Events had stretched out much longer than they should have; it was well past time to put an end to this.
Even so, he realized he was letting his eagerness overcome his caution. He deliberately slowed his pace, forcing patience. It would not do to be caught in some trap deep underground, to have half of the Sith in the galaxy lost due to carelessness.
He probed the darkness with renewed caution, sensing nothing dangerous ahead.
The path of the Jedi was very fresh now; he could sense her presence. Not much farther.
And then he felt her find him. A clumsy probe it was, weak and hesitant. He was disappointed by it. It would be no real challenge to face someone so little steeped in the ways of the Force. Definitely not in the same class as her Master, the Twi'lek who had de-stroyed his speeder bike. He had been a worthy adver- sary. Not as good as Maul, of course, but that was to 'be expected.
He saw a faint light up ahead as he came around a curve in the tunnel. The echoes of his footsteps changed, and he realized he had reached a larger open space. He sent mental investigative tendrils of the Force outward, finding the boundaries of the ledge he stood on and the bridge just ahead. He sensed the Jedi on the bridge, perhaps halfway across, with Lorn Pavan and his droid just ahead of her, and be-yond them.
Maul frowned. There was an odd quality ahead of them in the darkness-an empty spot in the mental topography of his probe. The light, which he now realized had to be from the droid's photoreceptors, gave him a brief glimpse of something huge and oddly insubstantial, like a weaving pillar of smoke ahead of the three on the middle of the bridge. Whatever it was he saw produced no corresponding vibration in the Force. This was most odd.
Curious, he tried again. And again his probe met with nothingness. No, not exactly nothingness-the sensation was almost like encountering a surface so slick that one could find no purchase on it. It was like trying to see something that radiated only ultra-violet light. A strange phenomenon, but one he paid little attention to, because he now noted that the Jedi and Pavan were coming back along the bridge toward him.
He was surprised-pleased, but surprised. Surely the Padawan knew she could not defeat him. What, then, was her purpose? Had the other human con-tinued ahead he would have been certain it was a de-laying tactic, such as the Twi'lek had attempted earlier. But no-Pavan was accompanying the Jedi, along with his droid.
Once again Darth Maul admitted to being im-pressed by his prey. They were brave enough to come back and face him, and smart enough to realize, fi-nally, that it was pointless to keep running. Natu-rally they would die, but perhaps he would grant them some small measure of mercy, would be a trifle quicker in killing them than he had originally planned.
The woman had activated her lightsaber. As if that would make the slightest bit of difference, he thought.
He stepped forward onto the bridge and walked out to meet them.
Darsha had never seen anything like the creature that faced them on the bridge.
It was huge, a great long body that stretched back at least as far as a hover-bus. As she watched, segment after segment wound over the side of the bridge, which shuddered in re-sponse as the motion brought the creature up from underneath and onto the structure with them. Its skin was composed of segmented overlapping plates, dotted here and there with small nodules that were perhaps two centimeters in diameter. Its head was capped by two great black eyes and a pair of curved mandibles, each easily as long as her leg. Below them were an array of small, clawed arms, and below that a series of short, thick legs.
The most amazing thing about it, however, was that its chitinous exoskeleton and internal organs seemed to be completely transparent. Apparently it had no in-ternal skeletal structure, though how a creature that size could exist without the support of bones in a one-gravity field was beyond her understanding. Darsha saw a flash of reflected light from within its midsec-tion, a few segments back from the head, and stared in disbelief.
Momentarily illuminated by I-Five's photo-receptors was a pile of bones-human bones-that shifted in the thing's gut as it heaved more of its quaking mass up onto the bridge. Also in the mon-ster's digestive tract was a more recent acquisition-a partially digested Cthon. Thankfully, the droid's light failed to show it in great detail.
"Why didn't this thing show up on your sensors?" Lorn hissed at I-Five as the two backed hastily away from the giant beast.
"Perhaps you forget it was the less-expensive unit you had installed? Not the one with the extra sensi-tivity hi-band-something about saving money, as
I recall..." Those two would probably die arguing, Darsha thought as she backpedaled carefully, trying to keep her balance on the swaying bridge. The big question as far as she was concerned was why the Force hadn't warned her of this thing's presence. While it was true that sentient beings were on the whole easier to sense than nonsentient ones, a living creature this size and this close would have made a noticeable dent in the energy field even if it had a brain the size of a jakka seed.
As she retreated, Darsha sent a questing mental beam toward the creature-and felt it disappear. There was no psychic reverberation at all.
How could that be?
Her surprise nearly caused her to topple into the abyss. Her eyes told her the monster was there before them, her body felt the bridge swing and vibrate as it raised more of its bulk up out of the depths, but as far as sensing it via the Force, she felt nothing.
This was impossible. Maybe she wasn't an adept in the same league as Masters Yoda or Jinn, but she'd have to have zero-point-zero midi-chlorians in her bloodstream not to get some kind of reading on some-thing that huge!
The creature reared up, some of its legs quivering in the light of I-Five's photoreceptors. There was a sound, a kind of dry rasping, which it seemed to make by rattling its segmented chitinous plates. It towered over them and opened its mouth.
Darsha activated her lightsaber as the droid fired both finger blasters, hitting several pairs of legs and scarring the creature's torso. It shrieked and slammed the upper length of its body back down on the bridge, nearly shaking the group off. They had to drop prone to keep from falling-which was lucky, because the stream of fluid that arced from the dark rictus of its mouth passed over their heads instead of coating them. Even as she clung to the metal plank beneath her, it was clear to Darsha that the stuff being spat by the monster was the same substance that made up the gray silken material of the bridge.
This thing had made the bridge.
Something about all this seemed familiar, but she couldn't recall how or why. A vagrant stream of the silk drifted toward the Padawan, and without thinking, she moved her lightsaber to intercept it. The silk burned as it hit the yellow energy beam, vaporizing into a cloud of smelly vapor.
- The three got to their feet and started moving quickly back down the bridge toward the tunnel. Be-hind them the monster hitched itself forward, its mul-tiple legs clinging to the silken bridge.
Well, I-Five's blasters hadn't worked, Darsha told herself. Let's see how well it stands up to a lightsaber.
Lorn was really wishing he had a weapon right about now. Forget hand blasters-he was far past de-siring something that small. Maybe a tripod-mounted V-90, or a few plasma grenades. As long as he was wishing, how about a ship-mounted turbolaser-with him safely inside the ship.
Where had this creature come from? One minute they were walking along the bridge, the next it was just there.
Retreat was the obvious choice. But just before this thing reared its ugly head, hadn't he heard Darsha say something about the Sith being right behind them?
Talk about being trapped between the Black Hole of Nakat and the Magataran Maelstrom.
At that moment he realized what the creature was.
When Lorn had worked for the Jedi he'd had access to a lot of literature about them and many related topics. After he'd learned that Jax was off-limits to him he'd spent weeks studying everything he could about the Jedi: their history, their powers, their strengths and weaknesses. He hadn't found anything that could help him, but he had come across some in-teresting and esoteric bits of knowledge-including, in one old text, stories about a supposedly extinct species of giant invertebrates that could, after a fash-ion, hide from the Force. What had it been called?
Taozin-that was it.
Apparently they weren't extinct.
At that moment Darsha dived past him and I-Five toward the monster, her lightsaber flashing.
"Darsha! Stop! It's a taozin!" Darsha came out of her forward roll near the base of the creature, lightsaber extended. She thrust forward, angling the cut of the weapon to carve out a huge chunk of the monster's belly. Let's see how hungry you are after your prey bites back, she thought.
She executed the move as perfectly as she ever had in practice; Master Bondara would have been proud. The only problem was that it didn't work.
She watched in disbelieving shock as the yellow glow of her blade diffused as she sank it into the crea-ture, losing its coherency and radiating in all direc-tions. Darsha dodged back, narrowly avoiding the backsplash of her own weapon. The blade regained its congruency as she withdrew it from the creature's ab-domen. The beast spasmed and roared angrily, its translucent flesh rippling in reaction; the strike had evidently hurt it, though not nearly as much as she had anticipated.
Darsha was so astonished by the result of her attack that she almost let the beast seize her with those sharp mandibles and pull her into the mouth that gaped overhead. At the last moment she scrambled back, waving the lightsaber to evaporate the gout of wet silk that it vomited toward her. At least the energy blade was good against that. She noted that the silk expellant became opaque only after it left the thing's mouth.
She realized belatedly that Lorn had called out something to her a moment ago.
It hadn't registered at first, but now it did.
A taozin?
She remembered a few references to the beasts in her first history class.
Thought to be extinct, they had been one of the few living creatures ever encountered that could not be perceived through the Force. Appar-ently someone had imported one to Coruscant some time in the past.
There was an old Jedi adage that Master Bon-dara had been fond of quoting: Any enemy may be defeated-at the right time.
This, Darsha realized, was not the right time.
She retreated toward Lorn and I-Five, who had gained another few meters. The taozin sprayed more webbing at them. Darsha pushed with the Force, deflecting the flow of sticky fluid when she could and vaporizing it with her lightsaber when she couldn't. There was nothing else to do but keep retreating- back into the clutches of the Sith.
CHAPTER 25 Lorn, I-Five, and Darsha moved away from the taozin as fast as they could without dislodging the planks and plates that made up the bridge. These were held in place only by the stickiness of the web support cables, so the three couldn't break into a full run.
Fortunately, for all its many feet, the creature wasn't terribly fast. It lurched along behind them, launching webbing from time to time, which Darsha managed for the most part to deflect. As they retreated, I-Five spoke to Lorn in a low voice, pointing at the varied surfaces they were walking on.
"Help me remove some of these." Lorn blinked. Did I-Five think the taozin might fall through the cracks? He started to question the droid's instructions, but then shrugged. Apparently his com-panion had a plan, which was more than Lorn had at the moment. It wasn't like he had anything better to do; why not spend the last few minutes of his life dis-mantling a bridge?
Darsha saw what they were doing and slowed her pace slightly, giving them more time to work. It went surprisingly quickly, considering that Lorn had no tools.
I-Five used his finger blasters to sever the largest connecting points between each item and the sup-porting web, and they began tossing the various pieces over the side.
Lorn estimated that they were about three-quarters of the way back to the ledge.
For an instant he enter-tained the crazy hope that maybe Darsha was wrong and the Sith actually wasn't behind them. Which would give them a little more space in which to re-treat, although eventually they would reencounter the Cthons.
That hope was quickly extinguished, how-ever, when he glanced over his shoulder and saw the twin crimson blades of the Sith's lightsaber glowing behind them. So much for that idea. Their nemesis was there waiting for them.
He turned back to I-Five. "If you're going to do something, now would be a good time." The droid glanced back at the Sith and shook his he
ad. "Not yet. We need to be closer to the edge." Lorn resisted the temptation to point out that he personally was already far closer to the edge than he cared to be. Instead he grabbed the corner of the next support piece-it looked like the cowling of a vapo-rator unit-and tugged it free of the bridge. Maybe he would jump before he let the Sith get him. He tossed the cowling over the bridge and watched it sail out of range of I-Five's photoreceptors. There was no sound of it hitting bottom. A plethora of ways to die were available here, none of them pleasant: eaten by a mon-ster, decapitated by a lightsaber, or falling to smash against the planet's bedrock. Lorn gritted his teeth and pulled another support free.
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