Star Wars The New Jedi Order - Dark Journey - Book 10

by Greg Keyes

  to come dressed alike. She would not complete the illusion of dutiful little apprentice by walking respectfully at his side.

  Jaina's gaze swept the small crowd, starting with her parents and then skimming over a surprisingly large group. All the survivors of the mission to Myrkr were there. Tenel Ka stood off to one side, still in the elaborate gown she'd worn earlier that evening. Jag Fel was with her, and Jaina noticed several others whose festive garb stood in stark contrast to the somber gathering. Their presence eased Jaina's discomfort over her mode of arrival-obviously Kyp had brought word to others at the palace as well.

  Then her unwilling gaze shifted to the center of the circle, and all other considerations dissipated.

  They had brought Anakin here, and placed him on a high, flat stone. A ring of torches surrounded him, a bright border separating him from those who bore witness to his passage.

  The shadows stirred, and Tahiri stepped into the circle of light. "Anakin saved my life," she said simply. "The Yuuzhan Vong locked my body in a cage and tried to do the same thing with my mind. Anakin came to Yavin Four, alone, and brought me out."

  She fell silent as she gazed into the torchlight. A yearning expression crossed her scarred face, as if the impulse to follow Anakin one more time was too strong to ignore. Leia stepped forward and rested a hand on the girl's shoulder. Jaina couldn't see her mother's face clearly, but something in it seemed to pull Tahiri back. The girl's shoulders rose and fell in a profound sigh, and she yielded her place to another.

  "Anakin Solo saved my life," a soft, tentative voice repeated. A young refugee boy stepped into the firelight, and Jaina's heart simply shattered.

  He was a near-exact image of her brother at that age-

  tousled light brown hair, ice-blue eyes, even the dent in the center of his chin.

  "I never met Anakin," the boy said. "People tell me I look like him. I don't know why the lady on Coruscant wanted me to look like this. She promised that my mother and sisters would be safe if I let them change my face. I don't know why," he repeated. "All I know is that looking like Anakin saved me. Maybe it saved my family, too."

  "Viqi Shesh," Kyp murmured, naming the devious senator Jaina had distrusted for quite some time. "Han told me about it."

  Jaina silently added another name to the list of scores as yet unsettled . Her eyes widened as her father stepped into the firelight.

  "Anakin saved my life," he said softly. "Mine, and a shipload of people I would have let burn into starfood. He made the hard decision at Sernpidal, the right decision. I hope he knows that."

  Jaina's jaw dropped as Kyp Durron moved into the light. "I knew Anakin mostly through reputation, but I suspect that someday I will be able to stand before a solemn assembly and tell how this young Jedi changed- even saved-my life. The deeds of heroes send ripples spreading through the Force. Anakin's life continues to flow outward, touching and guiding those who have yet to hear his name. Most of us here use the Force-this young man embodied it."

  Others came forward, but Jaina didn't hear their words. She'd always known that Anakin was different, special. It seemed odd that Kyp Durron would be the one to find the words that eluded her.

  At last the voices fell silent, the torches burned low. The rising moons converged, then began to sink along their separate paths toward the jagged forest horizon. Luke picked up one of the torches and moved forward.

  This was the moment Jaina had dreaded most. Anakin was gone, and she understood that what was left was little more than an empty shell. But she had fought so viciously to win him away from the Yuuzhan Vong, and for what? To stand by and watch him destroyed now? It didn't seem right. Nothing about Anakin's death did.

  Luke Skywalker approached the stone bier and lowered the torch. The flame spread, limning Anakin's body in golden light.

  The fire dissipated into thousands of dancing motes. These rose slowly into the sky, shimmering against the darkness like newborn stars. As they slipped away into the night, it seemed to Jaina that the stars shone a little brighter.

  Tears filled her eyes as she gazed at the empty bier. A glimmer of insight flickered on the far edges of her perception-a glimpse, perhaps, of what Anakin might have known, might have become. Jaina blinked away the tears and slammed shields around her emotions.

  Zekk came toward them. Jaina tensed. If just one person put his arms around her, she would shatter like overheated glass.

  Kyp eased forward, subtly placing himself in the young Jedi's path. Zekk's gaze slid from her to the Jedi Master, and his dark brows drew together in a frown.

  "We're returning to Eclipse tomorrow morning with Master Skywalker."

  She folded her arms and nodded acknowledgement. "So this is good-bye."

  "You're not coming?"

  "Not for a while."

  He simply stood there, awaiting some word of explanation. Inspiration struck, and Jaina seized it at once. "Kyp asked me to be his apprentice." She swept both arms out wide, inviting inspection of her borrowed

  robes. "I'm thinking about maybe taking it for a test flight."

  Zekk regarded her silently. "Then you're right-this is good-bye."

  He turned abruptly and strode away.

  Jaina dropped her arms to her sides and managed a wry smile. "Well, that was rude."

  "Get used to it," Kyp said softly. "Once word of this little evasion of yours gets around-and that should take about fifteen nanoseconds-you'll find that rogue Jedi live in a world of temperature extremes. Things are either very hot or very cold."

  The incredulous stares leveled in her direction put her back up. "Evasion? Are you so sure I wasn't serious?"

  "No, I'm not," he countered, "but then, neither are you. When you make up your mind, let me know. In the meanwhile, good luck with your friends," he said, nodding toward the several young Jedi storming toward them. "When they're finished with you, help yourself to the landspeeder. I won't be returning to the city."

  Then he, too, slipped away into the night, leaving Jaina alone to face the approaching firestorm.

  The next morning Tenel Ka started her day with a twenty-kilometer run followed by an hour of weapons training under the critical eye of her father's sword-master. The old man watched intently as she went through her routines.

  Finally he nodded. "The sword and javelin are as good as ever. The feet, better. You will have to avoid battles that require you to use spear or staff."

  Tenel Ka accepted this advice with a nod, even as she noted that it was of limited practical value. In many ways, Hapes was an archaic culture. The physical disciplines she had learned with traditional masters had kept

  her in good trim, but they were of little use in fighting the sort of battles that lay before her.

  Still clad in a lightweight leather garment fashioned from Dathomir lizard skin, Tenel Ka made her way to her mother's room, as she did each morning. Teneniel Djo often seemed cheered by this reminder of her homeworld.

  As Tenel Ka entered her mother's chamber, anticipation skittered over her like insects. She could never know just what she would find.

  As usual, her mother sat at the window, staring out into the palace gardens. Her rich red-brown hair had faded to a dull and indeterminate shade, and she was far too thin. She looked disturbingly like a winter-starved bird, too dazed by cold and wind to take flight. But she looked up as Tenel Ka entered, and her brown eyes turned wistful at the sight of her daughter's lizard-skin garments.

  "That was a bright green once," she observed. "It is faded, and wearing thin. When did you last have new leathers made? A year, almost two," she mused, answering her own question. "The Yuuzhan Vong have held Dathomir for at least that long."

  Tenel Ka pulled a chair up close to her mother's. She seemed unusually alert this morning; indeed, her eyes studied her daughter's face with concern.

  "You are troubled. The Yuuzhan Vong?"

  "Nothing these days is entirely unrelated to the invaders."

  "They will come, of course,"
Teneniel Djo said matter-of-factly. "You must prepare."

  She suppressed a sigh. "Mother-"

  The queen reached over and patted her knee, cutting short the familiar protest. "I know your heart. You have never wanted to rule, and I would not wish it upon you. I chose a man, not a crown. Soon I will have neither. Isolder will find my successor."

  "You are getting stronger," Tenel Ka said stoutly.

  The queen smiled faintly. "I do not expect to die anytime soon. But neither can I rule."

  She turned to the window and pointed out past the branches of a tzimernut tree. "There, in the mists. Hidden shipyards prepare, rebuilding the fleet lost at Fondor."

  Tenel Ka stared at her mother, uncertain how to respond. The queen slid a large emerald ring from her finger and passed it to her daughter. "That is not a gem, but a holocube. The information is contained within. Safeguard it, and see that my successor receives it when the need arises."

  Tenel Ka hesitated, then slipped it onto her finger. "I seldom wear such things. Perhaps I should, so that this one is not so obvious."

  Teneniel Djo's faded eyebrows rose, and she smiled approvingly. "A good thought."

  Her smile faded, and her energy seemed to dissipate with it. A film settled over her eyes and she suddenly looked smaller, older, and infinitely weary.

  Tenel Ka kissed her mother's cheek and let herself out of the room. One more disturbing interview awaited her.

  She made her way to the royal family's docking bay, a vast structure near the palace. The Yuuzhan Vong frigate had been moved into the city for fear of sabotage, and a number of guards encircled the parameters.

  More guards than usual, Tenel Ka noted. Several among them wore the distinctive red uniform of the palace guard. They snapped to attention as she passed, giving her the salute reserved for the royal family.

  "Up here," an imperious voice announced.

  Tenel Ka glanced up at the walkway that surrounded the huge room. Her grandmother and father stood together. Not quite together, she amended. The distance between them, and the set of her father's shoulders, suggested yet another disagreement in process.

  Apparently the morning promised not one unpleasant interview, but two. Tenel Ka sprinted up the stairs, resigned to having this done and over with so she could turn her attention to Jaina.

  She nodded to her father and kissed the cheek that Ta'a Chume presented. "You have seen Jaina this morning?"

  The former queen scowled and nodded to the alien ship.

  Before she could speak, the howl of an irritated Wookiee rent the air. The guards below parted to allow Lowbacca to enter. Other than Tenel Ka, he was the only member of the Jedi strike force who had elected to remain on Hapes, and other than Jaina, the only civilian granted access to this secured site.

  Tenel Ka watched Lowbacca with deep concern. The Wookiee's friendship with Jaina, combined with the volatile temper and loyal nature of his species, painted his perceptions in broad and simplistic strokes. He seemed unaware of the changes occurring in his friend, and quite willing to go along with whatever Jaina had in mind.

  The Wookiee lumbered toward the frigate with a large crate of rocks in his arms. He dropped it with a heavy thud and began to feed the rocks, one at a time, into an opening that appeared in the ship's hull. Finally he bent over to pick up the empty crate. The ship spat out a pale gray stone, hitting Lowbacca squarely on the rump. The Wookiee jolted upright and spun toward the ship, shaking his fist and howling in outrage.

  Jaina popped her head through the hatch. Her face was smudged, and her medium length brown hair looked as if it had been styled in a wind tunnel.

  "Hey, it wasn't me! Can I help it if this thing is a fussy eater?"

  This remark coaxed a wistful sigh from Tenel Ka. It was so like Jaina as she had been two years ago.

  "You seem troubled," Isolder observed.

  "Nostalgic, perhaps," she admitted. "It is good to see Jaina tinkering with a ship, even one such as this."

  "I'm sorry you think so," the former queen said tartly. "She has better things to do with her time. That young woman is a born leader. She should be pursuing her des tiny, not acting the part of a mechanic!"

  "Perhaps she is doing exactly that. An understanding of the enemy ships could make an enormous difference," Isolder said. "She is taking an admirably single-minded approach to solving the puzzle it presents."

  Tenel Ka shook her head. "She's not solving a puzzle. She's creating one."

  A speculative gleam lit Ta'a Chume's eyes. "An interesting notion. Can you expand on that?"

  The Jedi shrugged. "At this point, it's just a feeling. Jaina is extremely difficult to read through the Force."

  The older woman nodded approvingly. "The ability to hide thoughts and shield emotions is invaluable, as your mother's illness illustrates so poignantly. But surely something else prompted your observation, some specific event."

  Tenel Ka sent a cool glance at her grandmother, acknowledging the comment about her mother but not rising to the bait. "Jaina and Lowbacca managed to block the frigate's tracking mechanism. At the time, this aided our escape. I suspect she is seeking another way to exploit this."

  Isolder nodded. "Such knowledge could prove extremely valuable."

  "Fact. But because of who Jaina is-a Jedi, and Jacen Solo's twin-she can't afford impulsive actions and shouldn't take unnecessary risks. She's plotting something, and I cannot follow the path her mind is taking."

  "Perhaps I should speak to her parents," the prince mused.

  "And what makes you think they'll have more influence on their daughter than you do on your own?" Ta'a Chume snapped, sending a fulminating look at Tenel Ka. "If you must meddle, speak with Jaina directly. Perhaps she will be wise enough to take advice."

  The prince's lips thinned at this criticism. Before he could respond, a light step on the walkway stairs drew their attention.

  Jag Fel climbed the stairs. He stopped when he noticed the Hapan royals and dipped into a low bow. "Your pardon. I came seeking Tenel Ka. The captain of the guard sent me here."

  Ta'a Chume's gaze took in his black flight suit, the helmet under his arm. She looked to her granddaughter. "I suppose you've made arrangements to fly off somewhere. You seldom see fit to grace Hapes with your presence for more than a few days."

  "I was hoping, Your Majesty, that Tenel Ka might be able to help me find Jaina. I'm recruiting pilots to help scout this sector."

  Ta'a Chume pointed to the frigate. Braying yelps of Wookiee laughter wafted from the open vessel, followed by a female voice raised in a string of imaginative curses.

  "It's well that you've had combat experience," she said in a dry tone. She raised one hand in a peremptory hail to catch the nearest guard's attention, then pointed first to Jag and then to the Yuuzhan Vong ship. He snapped a salute, his fist touching his temple.

  "Good luck," she told Jag. She made a little gesture of dismissal, and the young pilot bowed again and left promptly, as was proper. But he clattered down the stairs to the docking bay with an alacrity that had little to do with protocol.

  The former queen watched his quick departure with a speculative little smile. "He hasn't a chance of recruiting Jaina for this or anything else," she pronounced. "Mark

  me, any interest there will be fleeting at best. Jaina won't waste much time on a mere pilot."

  "Her mother didn't think as you do," Isolder pointed out.

  Ta'a Chume turned a patronizing smile on her son. "Jaina is not her mother, though I'm not surprised you can't tell one pretty face from another."

  He blinked in astonishment as the old woman's meaning came clear. "I have never considered her in that light!"

  "Just as well," the queen said tartly. "While I would not shed tears if you decided to seek a new queen, I would prefer that you look elsewhere. Jaina Solo's breeding, training, and temperament would serve her well, but she is a young woman and would require much guidance. Unless you plan to rule Hapes yourself, you would do well to see
k a more seasoned consort."

  Isolder turned his gaze away. "No man can rule Hapes," he said in a flat tone.

  "My point precisely! The problem is that someone must." She arched an eyebrow. "Perhaps it is time for me to resume the throne."

  "Never," the prince said. "That, I will not allow."

  "That, you cannot control!" she retorted. "If your daughter will not rule, your wife must. If Teneniel Djo cannot, then find a wife who can. Because if you do not, then a member of my family will fill the void and will no doubt kill the three of us in the process! Choose, and then act, or the choice will be taken from you!"

  She spun and stormed off. Isolder watched her for a moment, then turned and stalked off in the opposite direction.

  Left alone, an enlightened Tenel Ka stared down at the alien ship and the determined young woman who had become the fulcrum of yet another plot.

  She realized now why Ta'a Chume had not been nudging her toward the throne of Hapes. She had found

  another young woman who suited her purposes even better.

  The guards parted to allow Jag access to the ship. He walked up to the ramp, a simple incline similar in design to that of most frigate-class ships. But there all similarity ended. The alien vessel looked more like an asteroid than like any ship he'd ever seen. He placed a tentative hand on the hull. The surface was as rough and irregular as the coral reefs in the oceans on Rhigar 3, the near-tropical blue moon that circled the Syndic Mitth'raw'nuruodo training academy.

  Jag couldn't imagine how the Yuuzhan Vong had coaxed a colony of tiny creatures into forming a space-going vessel. It was said that these ships were alive, almost sentient. He cautiously tapped on the hull.

  The response was immediate and vehement. Jaina Solo burst into view, her pretty face dark with frustration. She stopped short when she saw him, and stood framed in the open portal, her hands braced against the sides.

  For a moment all Jag could do was stare. She was liberally daubed with pale green gel, and several wisps of hair stood up in shining spikes.