Dangerous Games (9781484719756)

by Watson, Jude

  The turn onto the boulevard would be tricky, a near-180-degree maneuver. Anakin eased to the right so he would be able to make the turn. Hekula kept going straight. When the turn appeared, Anakin took it easily, but Hekula had to struggle to keep his Podracer on course.

  Engines screaming, they raced up the hill. Speeders accelerated to get out of their way, and pedestrians scattered. Anakin’s hands began to shake, and he realized that his controls were vibrating. His warning light suddenly flashed red.

  The steering mechanism was failing.

  Chapter Twenty

  Obi-Wan had run off the edge of the platform and made a midair leap into the box of surprised VIP spectators. Then he dashed out into the stadium hall and was met by Siri.

  “Not much excitement at the bowcaster skill event, so I thought I’d see how you were doing,” she said. “I didn’t realize you’d be competing.”

  Obi-Wan made the call to Anakin warning him about the steering mechanism. “We have to get down there.”

  “Where?” Siri pointed out. “We don’t know where the Podracers will emerge from the caves. Nobody knows the track.”

  “Maxo Vista does.”

  They raced down to the exiting area, where Maxo Vista was hurrying off in disgrace. When he saw the Jedi he tried to flee, but Siri took three strides forward and pinned him to a wall.

  “Not so fast,” she said. “We have some questions for you.”

  “I don’t have anything to say.” Maxo Vista’s eyes burned with hatred for Obi-Wan.

  Siri reached into Vista’s tunic pocket. “We’ll let your datapad do the talking.”

  She tossed the datapad to Obi-Wan and he quickly accessed Vista’s files. Obi-Wan felt the urgency as he called up holofile after holofile, but his hands were steady and his eyes never stopped moving.

  “Here,” he said. “Here is the route. The steering mechanism will fail after the hill.”

  “Does it say which Podracer will be affected?” Siri asked.

  “No.” Even as he was speaking, he was contacting Anakin. “After the steep hill,” he said quickly into his comlink, “the steering mech—”

  “I know!” Anakin shouted. “It’s mine! I can’t—”

  Anakin’s words were drowned out by a loud crash and the comlink went dead.

  Maxo Vista smiled. “It appears you were too late.”

  The crash occurred between Gargano and Zanales, who had been closely tailing Anakin and Hekula. Anakin did not look back to make sure that no one was hurt. He was too busy trying to bypass the steering mechanism. He guessed that it had been wired to blow through the nav computer.

  He was controlling the Podracer through the engines now, just managing to keep it on course. Hekula had zoomed ahead.

  A crowd of spectators stood on a corner ahead, right after a sharp curve. Anakin saw clearly that he could not control the Podracer on that turn. There was only one thing to do.

  He shut off the nav computer to send the energy to the engines. He would have to rely on the Force.

  Immediately the steering hummed with power again. He pushed the engines and in a burst of speed made the turn and cut Hekula off. He was in the lead again.

  Slowing his speed just a fraction, he glanced in his rearview mirror. Hekula was going to attempt to pass him. Anakin would allow him to do so. He’d need to follow Hekula now. He had to let Hekula guide him to the finish line, then find a way to get ahead. His first objective was to protect the spectators, but Anakin had not forgotten for a moment that he meant to win.

  Now he did not have to worry about injuring anyone. He had solved the problem of the steering. He just had to follow the course. His comlink activated again, but it was on the floor of the Podracer. He could not bend down to retrieve it. He would lose precious seconds. Now Anakin was focused on only one thing: the need to win.

  “I’m sure he is all right, but you might as well go to the finish line,” Siri said when Anakin didn’t answer. “I’ll stay with Vista.”

  “Bring him to the Ruling Power,” Obi-Wan said. He knew Anakin was all right. He had to believe he would feel it if it weren’t so. “I’ll contact you after Anakin finishes the race.”

  Maxo Vista smirked as Siri led him away. “Good luck!” he called cheerily to Obi-Wan.

  Obi-Wan hurried out of the stadium. He would have to get to the finish line on a swoop or speeder. It would be the fastest way to travel.

  Astri was waiting outside, her eyes searching the crowd anxiously. She waved at Obi-Wan and pointed to a speeder by her side.

  “Is everything all right? Is Maxo Vista involved?” she asked.

  “I’m afraid so. Siri is taking him to the Ruling Power,” Obi-Wan said.

  Astri handed him a small viewscreen. Obi-Wan could see the three Podracers roaring through the streets of Eusebus.

  “They are selling these on the streets,” she said. “Anakin seemed to have trouble, but he’s in second place now.”

  Obi-Wan nodded, taking the viewscreen and jumping into the speeder.

  She put her hand on the speeder for a moment. “Vista used Bog. Bog admired him.”

  Obi-Wan nodded. “Bog will be all right. He just needs to tell the truth.”

  Biting her lip, she nodded.

  Obi-Wan took off. His comlink signaled, and he answered it.

  “I have information for you on those Senators,” Jocasta Nu said. “They aren’t on a committee together. But they have all taken the same position on the same issue. The Commerce Guild is proposing legislation that would give them control of banking practices in the Core Worlds. It is an enormously profitable contract.”

  “Do the Senators oppose it?”

  “Of course. It’s a terrible idea to consolidate power that way,” Jocastu Nu answered. “Rumor has it that many have been bribed to support it. The vote will be close. But the list of Senators you gave me have sworn to block it.”

  “Are the Ruling Power of Euceron involved?”

  “No. But don’t you want to know who is a member of the Commerce Guild?”

  “Maxo Vista?”

  “Indeed,” Jocasta Nu said, sounding disappointed that Obi-Wan had guessed. “He was recently invited to join. Do you know who proposed his candidacy?”

  “No, and I don’t have time to guess—”

  “Liviani Sarno.”

  Obi-Wan let out a breath. So his worst suspicions were true. The treachery had begun at the top. The Commerce Guild would do anything to ensure that the legislation would pass. As head of the Games Council, Liviani Sarno was in the perfect position to concoct a scheme to discredit the Senators who opposed it. Eager to join the Guild, no doubt Maxo Visto had agreed to take part.

  No wonder Liviani Sarno had been so concerned about the theft of Bog’s speeder. She knew the information on Bog’s datapad could be traced back to her once the bats were discovered.

  He ended the communication and concentrated on getting to the finish line as fast as he could. He would not feel easy until he saw Anakin cross the line, safe.

  He contacted Siri. “Don’t let Liviani Sarno interfere,” he told her. “She may have been the one behind everything.”

  “I haven’t seen her,” Siri said. “But Vista seems pleased about something. That must be it. He must think Sarno will save him.”

  Obi-Wan returned to his piloting. He was almost at the caves now. It was strange how he had pulled a thread, and the plot had come undone. Didi’s bet had led to a web of treachery. It never failed to surprise him, just a little, how far beings would go to advance their interests, how much they would risk for an easy gain. Together Liviani Sarno and Maxo Vista had wealth and prestige, yet it was not enough. And poor Aarno Dering, just a petty criminal with nothing to lose except his life. Obi-Wan thought back on his few possessions, his neat quarters. Dering was probably hoping to have enough credits to support himself for the rest of his life. No doubt he had taken pride in what he did. Obi-Wan thought back on the two chronos, set for morning. Dering mu
st have been good at his job. He knew the importance of backup.

  He knew the importance of backup.

  Obi-Wan grabbed the screen and peered at it as he drove. Anakin was staying close to the rear of Hekula’s Podracer. He tried to contact him on his comlink, but Anakin did not answer.

  Answer it, Padawan. You know it is me.

  Obi-Wan contacted Ry-Gaul. “Something else is going to happen to Anakin’s Podracer,” he said.

  “The Force is still disturbed,” Ry-Gaul agreed.

  “Where are the most spectators?”

  “At the finish line. I am there.”

  “That’s where it will happen. I’ll be there soon.”

  Obi-Wan pushed the engines to maximum. The boulevard ended and he zoomed along a dusty road, then over to the rolling hills. He remembered exactly where the cave entrance was and barely reduced speed as he crashed through the branches and slid into the tunnel.

  He halted the speeder in the pit hangar. Groups of Pit Droids, mechanics, and members of the Podracing teams were crowded well clear of the finish line, viewscreens in hand. He spotted Doby and Deland.

  “He’s still second,” Doby fretted. “He’s not going to win. And it looked like he almost crashed. I don’t understand this!”

  “All we can do is wait,” Deland said, with a glance at his sister.

  Sebulba had already called to Djulla to break out the food and drink for the celebration. He leaned over, watching his viewscreen avidly. “That’s my boy!” he cackled. “Smash them all!”

  Ry-Gaul, Tru, and Ferus approached Obi-Wan.

  “We can do nothing now,” Ry-Gaul said.

  Obi-Wan scanned the crowd. Each being was staring intently at a viewscreen. Some crowded around one small screen, others shared with one or two friends. He had to be right. There had to be someone who would activate the backup system by hand.

  One being sat alone. A plain brown robe swept down to the floor. A hood hid a face bent intently over a viewscreen. Then a hand moved to reach inside the robe toward a pocket. A datapad appeared. In that brief movement Obi-Wan glimpsed a robe underneath the plain brown cloak. The color was brilliant scarlet and the thick veda cloth was embroidered with orange septsilk thread.

  Obi-Wan took off. He hurdled over some Pit Droids coiling a lubrication hose and avoided a disabled Podracer being wheeled into a transport. Startled gazes followed him as he rushed toward the seats.

  The noise of the Podracers suddenly echoed through the caves. They were close. The spectators stood.

  He knew, even as he ran, that he was too late. His throat constricted with pain.

  Liviani Sarno touched the screen on her datapad, then slipped it back into a pocket. She quickly rose and jumped to the floor, hurrying away from the stands. She kept the viewscreen in front of her so she could keep her eye on the Podracers.

  Obi-Wan took a quick look at his own viewscreen. They were close, racing now down a straightaway. There was one sharp turn right before the spectator stands, and then a short distance to the finish line.

  He strode forward and put his hand on Sarno’s arm. She looked up at him, surprised and, for a moment, frightened.

  “I’ll take that datapad,” he said.

  “What are you doing?” Liviani hissed. “I am here undercover. I am observing. Go away.”

  “What did you just do?”

  “Nothing,” she said, her eyes on the screen as the Podracers raced down the last straightaway. She struggled to get away. “Let me go!”

  “If you did nothing, why are you so afraid?” Obi-Wan asked. The Podracers approached the last curve. He kept his hand on her wrist.

  “Let me go!” Liviani screamed, her eyes wide with fear.

  It is up to you now, Anakin. I failed to stop her. I cannot help you. There is only the Living Force.

  Anakin was on a straightaway, but he knew his steering had failed completely as soon as it happened. He knew his braking system had shorted as well. The warning lights stayed green. No red lights flashed. The Podracer did not wobble or shift. But the Force had gathered like a sudden storm cloud and filled his vision. He could see clearly and yet he knew the cloud was there.

  This time the problem would not be easy to fix. It had not happened through the nav computer. He flipped switch after switch, but some kind of override had been programmed into his Podracer.

  The turn was ahead. He was still hugging Hekula’s tail. He had been preparing to make his move and pass him just before the turn. Now he knew he’d never make it. Instead, the Podracer would not turn. It would go out of control and crash into the stands.

  He felt the Force around him and in him. In moments like this, Anakin felt capable of anything. The Force was like a gifted companion, a far-seeing guide, a power that gave his muscles strength and his mind and heart vision and will. He felt at the center of the moving Force. Ready.

  There was only one thing to do, and he knew it. He saw the steps ahead that he needed to take. He saw the difficulties and the odds. He even saw the possibility of his own death. It did not matter.

  He made his move. He slammed himself against the side of the Podracer and pushed the engine so that he maneuvered close to the left side of the tunnel wall. Then he accelerated and came up neck and neck with Hekula on his right. Engines screaming, he was less than a centimeter from being smashed against the cave wall.

  Hekula shot him an incredulous glance. It was as though Anakin was inside his mind. Hekula could take the opportunity to make one quick swipe, forcing him against the cave wall, and Anakin would be a fireball in seconds. But if Hekula did that, Neluenf, who was close behind them, would swing out to the right and no doubt win the race.

  Revenge or victory? Anakin had bet on the answer.

  Hekula did not turn his Podracer to sideswipe Anakin. Instead, he began the turn. Victory was too close for him to take the chance. Anakin’s Podracer was so snug against Hekula’s that it was forced to turn left as well. Sparks flew as his Podracer scraped along the wall.

  The shell of the Podracer began to smoke. Anakin tasted smoke and fire in his mouth. He did not let up on his speed. If he did, he would be dead.

  The spectators gasped as the two Podracers rounded the left curve, seemingly one connected beast. The flat straightaway was ahead, the finish line crowded with the Podracer teams and spectators who had risked the anger of Podracer security and jumped out of the stands.

  And there was his Master, looking straight at him. The Podracer was barreling toward him at 600 kilometers an hour. And he had no brakes.

  Anakin pushed the speed, passing Hekula. Then he cut the power and slammed all his weight to one side.

  His Podracer began to spin. He crossed the finish line, spinning so wildly that neither Hekula or Neluenf could pass him.

  The Podracer came to a slow stop. At first Anakin could not hear the cheers over the ringing in his ears.

  He had won. And no one was dead.

  Suddenly, he felt very tired. He saw the faces as a blur. Liviani Sarno, looking strangely pale. His Master, looking grave but relieved. And Sebulba, snarling at him, waving his arms and crying “Foul!”

  Hot anger spilled through Anakin. He threw off his goggles and vaulted out of the Podracer.

  “You!” he thundered at Hekula and Sebulba. “You’re the cheats!”

  Because of them, countless innocent beings might have been killed. Anakin had no doubt that Sebulba had been the one behind the sabotage of Deland’s Podracer. They could not completely rely on getting the track information first. They had to destroy their closest rival. It was just like Sebulba to go that one, cruel step further.

  The red mist he had come to recognize as rage filled his vision, driving out the memory of the clarity of the Force. He could see nothing but his rage against Sebulba, at anyone who would risk so many lives just to win.

  “Slave boy! You have to cheat to win! There’s no mother watching this time to disapprove!”

  The taunting words filled his
head and the red mist grew dense and hot.

  He reached down for his lightsaber, but a strong hand closed over his.

  “No, Padawan.”

  Obi-Wan’s voice reached him as if from a long distance.

  “He did it.” Anakin struggled to keep the rage away. He pictured the red mist leaving him, floating over a distant hill. “He deserves to be punished.”

  “No.” Obi-Wan’s voice was stronger still. He drew Anakin away. “Listen to me, Padawan. Sebulba did not cheat. It was Doby and Deland.”

  Anakin blinked. He could not absorb the words. “It was…”

  “They made a deal with Maxo Vista. They would have advance knowledge of the Podrace track. What they didn’t know was that Vista was going to sabotage the Podracer. He wanted a fireball, a tremendous accident to occur.”

  “That means that…I was getting advance track information, not Hekula,” Anakin said slowly. “It wasn’t just the Force.” That explained Hekula’s sometimes puzzling failure to get ahead. He looked around. “Where are they?”

  “They’ve disappeared with Djulla,” Obi-Wan said. “I am sure they did it to save their sister. She has been freed, and they are gone. They most likely hid a transport nearby.”

  Sebulba was still watching him. Hekula sat slumped in his Podracer, too stunned to emerge. “You’ll pay for this, slave boy!” Sebulba snarled.

  Anakin took a step toward him but again his Master stopped him.

  “He is my enemy,” Anakin said.

  “You are a Jedi,” Obi-Wan told him. His voice was low and pitched only for Anakin. “You are a Jedi,” he repeated.

  The mist in Anakin’s head cleared. He took a breath and looked around. Ferus Olin was watching him, as he always was, his dark eyes gleaming with secret knowledge, as if he had glimpsed the red mist that was Anakin’s rage. Tru nodded at him, his expression showing only loyalty and affection. Ry-Gaul appeared to be guarding Liviani Sarno.

  Nothing was as he thought it would be. He felt his legs trembling. He had almost lost control in front of his fellow Padawans and two Jedi Masters. He had come so close.