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by Roger MacBride Allen


  walk down memory lane, or anything more deadly than an excessively dull

  diplomatic reception. Things had not turned out as expected. It did seem a

  lifetime ago since they had seen Luke, but how long had it really been? A

  few weeks? A month or two, at most? The constant changes from planet to

  planet, the differences in length of day and time zone, all made it hard to

  keep track. All he knew for sure was that it seemed as if everything had

  been happening at once for a long, long time. Luke looked up from his

  embrace with Han and Leia, and nodded to the other party present. "Hello,

  Mara," he said. "It's good to see you." "Good to see you too, Luke," she

  said, and it seemed to Han as if the hard edge of her voice was just a

  trifle softer than usual. "I wish the occasion could be happier," Luke

  replied. "I saw Thrackan's broadcast. I don't know what to say, except I'm

  sorry. We'll get them back. Leia. I promise we will." "I know we will,

  Luke," said Leia. "1 know. But thank you." "Look," said Mara, "no offense to

  anybody, hut Luke's chased off all the guards. I'll bet we can crack open

  the force field around \J Jade's Fire pretty quick if we tried. Shouldn't

  we be escaping along about now?" Luke shook his head. "Let's get your ship

  clear, by all means. But I think it might be smart if you stayed right here

  for now. If I've got this worked out right, we're going to need a lot of

  help from the people who were holding you, and we'd better slay where they

  can find us." "Why? What?" asked Han. "What's happened?" "A lot," said Luke.

  "Most of it bad. Though maybe there's some good news, as well, buried

  underneath it all. And that's where our Selonian friends come in." Han

  looked at Luke, and sighed wearily. "It never is simple, is it? Come on,

  kid. Let's head inside. I think it's just about time we all sal down and

  compared notes." "Q9! Q9! Come in! Q9! Are you there?" "Of course 1 am

  here,'' Q9 replied. "I'm here, right where you left me, upside down in a

  storage bin. Where else would I be?" The droid had grown quite tired of his

  hiding place, and become quite irritable as a result. "An interesting

  rhetorical question," said Ebrihim, his whispered voice coming in via the

  droid's cornlink system. "But never mind. Suffice to say that we would like

  you to come over here, now, if you would." "With pleasure," replied Q9. "Or

  more accurately, I will take great pleasure in getting out of this smuggling

  compartment. However, I will come to you, assuming I can get to wherever it

  is you are being held." "We arc quite nearby, within sight of the ship."

  "Very good. But let us discuss a point or two before I come. My built-in

  surveillance gear detected the cessation of jamming quite some time ago. It

  is two hours since I monitored Thrackan Sal-Solo's broadcast.

  Parenthetically, I must add that none of you were looking your best in that.

  But in any event, why have you waited until now to call me?'1 "We have been

  waiting for the Human League troopers to go to sleep. The last of them

  turned in about an hour ago. It would seem they are now all quite soundly

  asleep, on board the assault boat." "Why have they not posted a guard? Why

  are they so lax?17 Ebrihim laughed. "We arc at the bottom of a sheer-sided,

  kilometers-deep pit; we arc being held inside a force field; and of the two

  ships available, one is nonfunctional, and the other is full of enemy

  troops. I expect they simply felt rather secure in their situation." "It

  could be a trap,'1 said Q9. "They could be trying to lull you into a false

  sense of security." "They are the ones with a false sense of security. They

  do not know we have a comlink, and they are unaware of your existence."

  "Where did you get the comlink?'' Q9 asked suspiciously. 'T did not know

  that you had one. How do I know you are Ebrihim? How do I know you aren't a

  Human League agent posing as Ebrihim? How do I know this is not a trap to

  lure me out of my hiding place?" Q9 could hear the sound of Ebrihim sighing

  wearily. "Q9, I do believe that you have developed a paranoid streak." "You

  would develop one too, if your main circuits were shorted out by a maniac

  child, and you were barely given a chance to double-check your repairs

  before you were stuck in a dark hole for a day. I have been in an inverted

  position for all that time, wondering what could happen to me next. I have

  come up with quite a number of alarming possibilities." ''I see," said

  Ebrihim, a note of impatience creeping into his voice. "That is most

  unfortunate. Let me see if I can put your mind somewhat at ease. We did not

  tell you we had a comlink because we were somewhat pressed for time when we

  were captured. I myself did not learn that Chewbacca had concealed the

  comlink on his person until long after we were off the ship. As for the

  other matter, I am indeed Ebrihim. The receipt of sale shows that I paid

  twelve hundred and fifty Drallish crowns for you. However, in reality, at

  the last minute 1 managed to t alk your owners into a discount for cash of a

  hundred crowns, a detail which I forgot. When I inadvertently reported the

  higher amount as a deduction on my taxes, you pointed out the discrepancy to

  ,me and threatened to turn me in if i did not correct it. Ai the time I

  seriously considered selling you for the eight extra crowns I was forced to

  pay in taxes as a result. There have been many times when I have regretted

  my decision to keep you instead. Does that satisfy you?" "I suppose so," Q9

  said doubtfully. "Very good then. Now stop acting like a mentally unbalanced

  victim of paranoid dementia and get the blazes over here as quickly and

  quietly as you can. Ebrihim out!" "No need to be so irritable about it," Q9

  said to himself, knowing full well Ebrihim had shut down his comlink. "I see

  nothing demented in my effort to insure my own self-preservation." He paused

  for a moment. "On the other hand, there is something distinctly peculiar

  about a droid that has started talking to itself. Master Ebrihim may well

  have a point concerning my mental state. Ah, well." Q9 gently activated his

  repulsors, so they pushed the camouflaged cover up off the smuggling

  compartment. He let the cover get about a third of a meter high, and then

  lowered power to the port side repulsor, causing the lid to slide down to

  that direction and fall to the deck with a ioud clunk, it was more noise

  than Q9 would have preferred to have made, but he had little choice in the

  matter. Q9 extruded a pair of manipulator arms and slowly pushed himself

  straight up out of the compartment, until his body was completely out of the

  hole. He rotated his body around on the ball-and-socket joints of the arms

  until his base was pointed straight down. Then he activated his repulsors

  again and drew the two arms back into his body. It was a distinct relief to

  be right side up again, and out of that hole. Q9 floated around the Falcon's

  circumferential corridor until he came to the access ramp. The ramp was open

  and down, which saved him the trouble of opening it himself, and saved that

  much more noise as well. However it did represent lax enough security that

  Q9 could not help but worry anew that it was all
an elaborate trap. But if

  it was, he had already revealed his position, and he was as good as caught,

  anyway. He might as well press on. He moved down the ramp and out onto the

  wide expanses of the repulsor chamber's interior. It was dark, the chamber

  lit only by the dimmest of starlight. Q9 switched over to infrared, and

  suddenly the chamber was ablaze with illumination. He moved forward about

  thirty meters from the Falcon, and then stopped. He spun his upper dome in a

  complete circle, scanning the interior. As Ebrihim had promised, the

  prisoners were indeed easy to spot. Six warm bodies inside a force field

  were a fairly obvious target. Obvious enough that Q9 was not exactly

  thrilled to be moving toward it. He consoled himself with the notion that he

  himself was probably a first-rate target in infrared anyway. He completed

  his scan, and got a good range and bearing on the assault boat as well. Just

  as well to keep a sensor pointed in that direction. Q9 floated briskly

  toward the force field containment and came to a stop precisely one meter

  from its perimeter. "I'm here,11 he said. "Now what do you want?" It was not

  easy to judge Drallish expressions in infrared, but it would seem that

  Ebrihirn was glaring at him. "Most beings would find that obvious," he said.

  "I want you to get us out of here!" "Of course," said Q9. "To pose a

  rhetorical question, what else would you want?" Q9 rotated his view dome

  left and then right. "Any suggestions on how I might accomplish that?"

  "Around the other side," Ebrihim said. "The control panel for the

  containment is on the children's side of the dome." "Ah. So it is," Q9 said,

  realizing that he was suddenly feeling quite cheerful. He floated briskly

  around to the other side of the containment, and saw the control panel on

  the outside, and the children on the inside, watching him. "Good evening,

  children," he said, in a most lighhearted tone of voice. "How are all of you

  this evening?" He bobbled up and down on his repulsor, in rough imitation of

  a little bow. Anakin regarded him gravely for a moment or two, and then

  turned to his brother and sister. "Q9 is acting weird," he announced. "Am

  I?" Q9 asked. "A moment please, while I run a behavioral diagnostic." Q9

  activated the appropriate routines and ran them against his action log for

  the past hour. "You're quite right, young Anakin. I am behaving somewhat

  erratically. It might well have something to do with being roasted alive and

  being stuck in a storage bin for hours on end, but that's all as may be.

  We're all friends here. In any event, rest assured that my actions and

  reactions are still within acceptable limits. Quite so." "It is one of the

  flaws of the Q9-series design," Ebrihim said, speaking to the children in a

  quiet voice from the far side of the vertical wall that divided the

  containment. "At times, they do not respond well to periods of extended

  stress." "But then, who does?" Q9 asked. "He may exhibit fairly drastic mood

  swings for a time, but he should settle down after a while," Ebrihim said.

  "We'll just have to deal with him as he is for the time being." "Great,"

  said Jacen. "We're counting on a manic-depressive droid to break us out of

  here." "And break you out I shall," said Q9. "Just tell me how." He spun his

  view dome about to check again on the assault boat, and then spun it back, a

  bit abruptly. "But be quick about it, before the guards have a chance to

  awaken." "Yeah," said Jacen. "Right. Anakin is the one to ask." "Ah, yes,"

  Q9 said. "Anakin, master of all machines. Just tell me what to do, and I

  shall do it. So long as pushing the wrong button doesn't drop the planet

  into the sun, or any such trivial inconvenience." "Q9," said Ebrihim. "You

  must control yourself. Settle down. It is most important." "My apologies,"

  said Q9. Strange how they were all fussing over him now, when most of the

  time they barely gave him a moment's notice. That is, when they weren't

  actively against him. "Interesting," he said. "I already seem to be slipping

  back into a depressive paranoid phase." "Just-just try and keep your

  thoughts ordered and balanced," Ebrihim said soothingly. "Anakin, get him

  started." "Ah, okay," Anakin said. "The control panel's turned away from us,

  but I think there's a big slot for a sort of metal key right in the middle

  of it. Can you see it?" "How did you know that was there if you can't see

  it?" Q9 asked suspiciously. "I saw the other guy using it," Anakin said,

  glancing toward Jacen a little doubtfully. "It's there, right?" "Yes, it

  is." "Ebrihim said that sometimes you can use your manipulator arms to pick

  locks and stuff. Do you think you could pick that one?" Q9 extruded a

  close-up view cam on the end of a flexible arm. It carried a small

  illuminator light at its end, right next to the cable. He switched on the

  illuminator and brought the cam to bear on the lock. He examined it

  carefully, from several angles, then turned off the illuminator and

  retracted the close-up cam. "No," he said. "Oh," Anakin said. "That's not

  good." "Is that it?" Q9 asked. "Can I go now?" "No!" Anakin said. He shut

  his eyes and extended his hand out toward the control panel. "I can almost

  do it, but I can't see the controls the way I can see the inside." He shook

  his head and opened his eyes. "Read me what the labels say. Read me all the

  buttons and switches." Q9 extruded the close-up cam again and turned on the

  illuminator to examine the display. "It is a most archaic system of

  controls," he said. "The first dial is labeled main power select-that's the

  one with the lock on it. The selector can be set to off, single containment,

  DOUBLE CONTAINMENT, Or QUAD CONTAINMENT. It is set to double. Below that is

  a dial marked overall intensity. It is marked off from one to eleven, and is

  set to eight point five." "Twist that one down as far as it will go," Anakin

  said. Q9 extruded a manipulator arm and twisted the dial to the left as far

  as he could. "It will not turn any lower than the'point marked two. I would

  conjecture that it cannot be turned lower without the key." "Right, right,"

  said Anakin. The boy reached out his hand and probed cautiously at the force

  field. He seemed to be able to push his hand slowly into it, but only by a

  few centimeters. "No, no," said Anakin. "Still too strong. Read me the other

  controls," he said. "There are three dials. The first is lit up. It reads

  DOUBLE CONTAINMENT LEFT SIDE RELATIVE INTENSITY.

  The dial is marked from one to eleven, with the dial set at the center

  point, six. The other two dials appear to control quad mode settings. As we

  are clearly in double mode, the quad settings are not of any consequence."

  "Twist the double level to one side as far as it will go-" Q9 did so, and

  the force field forming the children's containment promptly darkened, so

  much that the effect was plainly visible even in the near darkness of the

  repulsor chamber. "Turn it the other way," Anakin said. Q9 did so, and the

  field faded away again, until it was completely invisible, even in infrared.

  Anakin pushed at the field again, and it gave a bit more this time-but even

  pushing as hard as he could, he could not get out
. "Any more controls on

  that thing?" Anakin asked. "That is all," Q9 replied. "Thought so," Anakin

  said. "Couldn't feel anything else." "Then why did you ask me?" "Because I

  wanted to be sure!" Anakin said. "Don't act so weird, okay?" "Am I still

  behaving strangely?" Q9 asked, "Or do you just want me to think I'm behaving

  strangely? Is that your plan?" "Q9, we don't have lime for this," said

  Jacen. "Later. Whatever it is you're doing, do it later. All right?" Q9

  looked at him suspiciously. "I am not 'doing' anything besides following

  orders." "Never mind," Anakin said. "Q9-is it all as low as it can go? So it

  makes the field as weak this side as it can be?" "As low as it can go

  without the key, yes." "All right," said Anakin. "Hope it's good enough.

  Here goes." He extended his arms in front of him and spread out his stubby

  fingers as far as they would go. He shut his eyes and stepped forward, until

  his hands were in contact with the force field. "Gotta move slowly," he

  reminded himself. Pushing slowly, gently, he thrust his hand deeper and

  deeper into the weakened force field. The field around his hands began to

  shimmer and spark, brightly at first, but then fading away, until Anakin was

  standing in a pushed-out bubble of the force field, a bubble that was marked

  by dim, shimmering flickers of power. Anakin pushed farther on, but seemed

  unable to make further progress. "Help me," he said to his brother and

  sister. Jacen and Jaina stepped cautiously forward into the extruded bubble

  of the force field. Jacen shut his eyes and stretched out his hands. He

  frowned and shook his head. "I don't see what you are- Oh, I get it." He

  pushed out his hands farther, and Jaina did the same. The bubble lit up

  again with shimmers and sparks that did not light up quite as much as they

  did the first time, and that faded away more quickly and more completely.

  "Try again, Anakin," said Jaina. Anakin pushed on the force field with just

  his left hand this time, with slow, steady pressure that stretched the field

  farther and farther. And then, moving quite slowly and gently, he bunched up

  his fingers into a fist and extended just his index finger. He pushed

  forward with his finger, stretching the field farther and farther until, at

 

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