Star Wars - New Jedi Order - Force Heretic II - Refugee - Book 18

by Sean Williams

  "And we always said yes. I know that. That galls me more than you could possibly understand. While we abased ourselves before the New Republic, it was happy in return to steal our defense fleet, our families-"

  Malinza stopped there, leaning back heavily against the wall with a troubled, weary sigh. Jaina was relieved to see tears in the girl's eyes. She had already guessed what lay at the heart of Malinza's dislike of the New Republic, no matter how she dressed it up in rhetoric. Behind her stoic defiance, she was still just a fifteen-year-old girl. One pushed into defying a government she regarded as being oppressive, forced to learn skills no teenager should have had to know-but still only fifteen. That she had risen above that disadvantage spoke volumes about her ability and her determination. She had taken the example of her adopted uncle to heart, it seemed.

  Jaina herself hadn't been much older when the war with the Yuuzhan Vong had broken out. People were capable of extraordinary things when circumstances demanded it, she reflected.

  "I'm sorry about your mother, Malinza," Jaina said, putting a hand on the girl's shoulder. It wasn't pushed away. "I met her briefly at Centerpoint before she died, but I was just a kid then. I know Uncle Luke held her in very high regard."

  "I barely remember her," Malinza said, trying to be casual as she knuckled away the tears she was fighting. "I recall her leaving, and my aunt trying to explain what had happened when she didn't come back, but I was only four years old, and I never really understood. I just knew who had taken her from us. The

  New Republic dragged her into a war she wasn't part of, and she gave her life to save others. She did a very good thing, and I suffered because of it." She shrugged helplessly. "I guess the uni- verse found its balance, as it always does. It's just that in this instance I was on the receiving end, that's all."

  "Balance?" asked Jaina. "What do you mean?"

  "Cosmic Balance. The wheel of fate, you know?" She shifted her position on the bunk so she was facing Jaina fully. "Every action causes a reaction. A great force for good can't exist without there also being a counterbalancing force for evil, somewhere. In the same way, good works lead to evil results for someone else, quite unintentionally. It's just how the universe works, *and the Force, too. Save someone on Bakura today and you might kill another later. That's why I don't want this Alliance of yours here. It's too dangerous. I have no desire to see my home get caught in friendly fire."

  "So you want no part in the Galactic Alliance and the war against the Yuuzhan

  Vong. Is that what you're saying?"

  "Don't get me wrong, Jaina. I have nothing against Uncle Luke. Apart from Aunt

  Laera, who raised me after Mom died, he's the only family I have left. Dad died not long after I was born, so I never got to know him. If I should side with anyone, it would be you. It's only my fear of the backlash from the Balance that stops me."

  "So how does kidnapping Cundertol help you, then? He's all for an alliance with the P'w'eck. They'd make viable alternatives to the Galactic Alliance and give you a fighting chance of defending Bakura against a Yuuzhan Vong attack."

  "Exactly!" she said. "That's why it makes no sense for me to have kidnapped

  Cundertol in the first place."

  "But you could have ordered it-"

  "No," Malinza cut in firmly. "I didn't. Just because I'm young doesn't make me automatically stupid!"

  "I'm not saying-"

  "Maybe not, but you're still listening to what they're telling you-and they're telling you that I'm stupid." A humorless laugh broke her somber mood. "Then again, to have attempted a stunt like that, perhaps they're right."

  "You're not stupid, Malinza," Jaina tried to reassure her, but the girl didn't seem to hear.

  "I keep trying to explain that the goal of Freedom is simply to kick the New

  Republic off Bakura. We don't use violence, and we certainly don't kidnap people. Call us idealistic if you want, but we do have principles. The last thing we want to see is the old regime replaced with one equally as bad."

  Jaina's mind boggled at the thought of sixteen people attempting to take on a galactic civilization. It smacked of either madness or incredible bravery.

  "How did you ever hope to succeed?"

  "Ah, well, there's the thing," Malinza answered with a half smile. "You see, we had some funding from private sources, and with that money we were able to dig deep into the infrastructure, looking for things that might assist us evidence of corruption, brutality, nepotism, and so on. You'd be surprised what we turned up."

  Jaina seriously doubted that; she'd heard plenty about dodgy politicians over the years from her mother. "Who funded you?"

  "They would consider that private, I'm sure," Malinza said firmly. "Especially where you are concerned."

  Jaina respected Malinza's reticence on the matter, but quietly suspected that the Peace Brigade might have been involved at some point in the past. Such an underground organization would be just the thing for stirring up dissent. "You say you're not into violence, Malinza, but what about the others?"

  "None of the sixteen core members of Freedom was into violence. It wasn't our style. But..."

  "But?"

  "Well, there were others who joined us," she said.

  "And it's possible that they might have had violent intentions. In fact, with some of them I'd have to say that violence was high on their agenda. But we didn't encourage them to stay."

  "So who else would join?"

  "All sorts, really. Not all of Freedom's actions were covert; we had a recruiting front and our policies were well known. This is a democracy, right?

  Or it's supposed to be. Some of our members were bored with their everyday lives and were looking for excitement. Sometimes we'd get people coming over from similar underground movements." She shrugged. "Ever since the P'w'eck arrived, we've attracted all sorts of malcontents."

  "Why is that?"

  "Well, for one thing, my involvement in Freedom was never a secret, and I have some sort of profile with the media because my mother was once prime minister.

  We've had cranks trying to come along for the ride since we started, but they've always been easy to weed out. Until recently, anyway." She looked down at her lap. "It was getting hard to control, to be honest. The anti-P'w'eck movement made it clear that if we weren't with them, then we were against them. As I said, I'm not a xenophobe; I think the P'w'eck could be a good thing for Bakura.

  I don't want to be against anyone, really, because that makes them against me.

  The Balance kicks back just as hard as we lash out. And trust me, I have no desire to get kicked again."

  "I think I'm starting to understand that," Jaina said. And she was. She didn't necessarily believe everything Malinza had said, but she also didn't believe that the girl was the sort to order kidnappings and murders to further her cause. "So why do you really think you're in here, then?" she added.

  'We were too good at what we did," Malinza said. "We were making too many inroads. We'd uncovered some dirt on a few Senators and threatened to go public with the information."

  "Blackmail?"

  "Is it blackmail if you're acting in the public's best interests?" Malinza shrugged. "Whatever. They were getting nervous, but they couldn't put us away without whipping up an even bigger storm. We hadn't done anything really wrong, you see. It would have been difficult for them to incarcerate us for very long, because once we made their secrets known then public sympathy would have been on our side. So we reached a kind of impasse, I guess. It was only a matter of waiting to see who snapped first."

  "During which time you kept digging for more dirt, I presume," Jaina said.

  "Which means that if they don't genuinely think you kidnapped Cundertol, then you must have uncovered something new that they very much wanted kept quiet."

  "If we did, then I honestly have no idea what it could've been." Malinza shook her head again. "We were tracing some financial deal that went through just after the P'w'eck arrived.
An awful lot of money went off-world, but we couldn't work out who was behind it or where it was going. It looked like some sort of commercial transaction, and may well have been just that. The fact that the endpoints had been obscured made us wonder." She looked at Jaina, eyes narrowed slightly. "Your Galactic Alliance isn't looking for money now, is it?"

  "No. Not from Bakura, anyway." Taking money from Bakura would have been like taking small change from a child in order to finance a starship purchase. "It could have been legit, as you say."

  Malinza nodded, taking in the confines of the cell with one sweeping gesture.

  "Nevertheless, here I am." She paused, fixing Jaina with a sober stare. "I'm not responsible for Cundertol's kidnapping, I swear. But that's not going to stop the people behind this. They never let the truth get in the way of what they want."

  "If you didn't do it, they won't be able to make the charges stick."

  Malinza laughed. " You're assuming I'm going to get a fair trial." She shook her head. "There's bound to be circumstantial evidence."

  Perhaps the young woman was right, Jaina thought, recalling Blaine Harris's certainty over Malinza's guilt on announcing the news of her capture. On the other hand, though, there was also Cundertol's reaction on hearing the news to consider. Clearly, he hadn't been as convinced as Harris had.

  "The Prime Minister's testimony will count for something," she said by way of reassuring Malinza. "He was there, after all. If he doesn't think it was you, then I doubt they'd ever be able to convict."

  "Maybe," Malinza said faintly. Some of the fire had gone out of her; she looked more than ever like a lonely, frightened teenager caught out of her depth. "I just have to have faith in the Balance. If a wrong is done to me now, then some good will come of it another day. That's some comfort, at least."

  A very lonely one, Jaina thought. But then, perhaps Malinza's belief in the

  Balance was no less lonely than Jaina's own faith in the Force.

  She stood, glancing at her chronometer. It was well past midnight, and her parents would be starting to get worried. "I should go now."

  "But you haven't told me why you're here yet," Malinza protested.

  "I'm just doing my job," Jaina said with a smile. "You know what Jedi are like we're always getting in the way."

  "As well as always getting their way." The smile was halfheartedly returned. Then it was lost altogether. "I have to admit I would be glad to be out of here."

  Jaina nodded sympathetically. "I'll see what I can do about that." She palmed the green CALL button and faced Malinza one last time. "Maybe we can apply some pressure to get your hearing processed more quickly and-" She broke off. The door had opened onto an empty corridor.

  "That's strange," she muttered. Malinza peered past her. "What is?" "The guards said they'd escort me out of here." Jaina stepped cautiously out of the cell, every nerve screaming trap. "But there's no one. Not even so much as a droid." Malinza joined her outside the cell. Jaina could tell from the girl's expression that she was as surprised as Jaina that no sirens sounded when she did this. Surprise soon became excitement, though. "It's Vyram!" she said. "It has to be!" "Who?"

  "He's one of Freedom's core members," Malinza said. "In fact, he's what you'd call the brains behind the group. If anyone could slice into the system and get me out of here, it would be him."

  "I don't know, Malinza," Jaina said, glancing around uneasily. "This doesn't feel right to me."

  "That's easy for you to say. You get to walk out of here no matter what happens." Malinza straightened until they were almost eye to eye. "I'm going for it."

  Jaina grabbed her sleeve as she went up the corridor. "Wait! That's the wrong direction." She was unable to shake her suspicions; something told her that what she was about to do was what someone wanted her to do. Nevertheless, her options were limited. "At least let me show you the way."

  Malinza's grin was both appreciative and mischievous. "I thought you'd never offer," she said.

  Tahiri moved through the canyon, tired and weary, every muscle in her body aching terribly. It felt as though she'd been running for years. Fifty meters away on either side of her were mighty, craggy walls curving up and around her, making her feel as though she were walking in the palm of some impossibly immense fist. She paused for a moment to look up, and saw the stars twinkling overhead. No, not stars! These glistening specks were too close for that. They were no more stars than the blackness that held them was the night sky.

  A sudden howl and a cry reminded her that her pursuers weren't far behind.

  Across the vast and empty plain she could make out nothing but varying degrees of darkness; there was no sign of the thing with her face or the lizard creature. But they were out there somewhere; she knew that without a doubt. And if she ever stopped moving, stopped running, then they would catch up with her and-

  She pushed the thought down, turning back to the task of continuing through the darkness in search of the light. However, where moments before there'd been nothing but barren ground, now trees crowded around her from every side. For a moment she felt strangely comforted by this, believing that nothing could possibly find her amid such a tangle of branches, limbs, and trunks. But this comfort was short-lived. Her pursuers didn't need to see it, she realized; they could smell her. That's how they'd been able to follow her all this time-and how they would continue to follow her until she finally relented and surrendered to their hunger.

  The howl of the lizard beast rang out through the spindly foliage, its cry carried on a wind that rustled the daggerlike leaves hanging down from the trees around her. She moved faster, wincing as each leaf she brushed aside cut into her arms and hands.

  The bitter forest gave way to a rock face that rose sharply into the dark. For a moment, she panicked that she had nowhere left to run, but then off to her right she noticed a small crevice in the rock.

  "Tahiri..."

  The voice came as a whisper on the breeze. It seemed far away, but not so far off that she could afford to relax.

  Sucking in her stomach and bringing her arms in close to her side, she managed to make herself small enough to be able to squeeze'through the narrow opening, the mildew covering the rocks expediting her movement. She closed her eyes, forcing out the disquieting thought of being swallowed as she wriggled between stone. Better that, she thought, than face what was following her.

  The narrow crack widened around her. It had brought her safely out on the far side. She opened her eyes and her heart sank at what she saw the path ahead was narrow and straight and lined with trees filled with ysalamiri. She climbed out of the crack and stood trembling for the longest time, too scared to move or even breathe. But her fear came not from the idea of passing between the trees, but rather from what she thought she could make out in the distance beyond them a dark, reptilian figure, silhouetted against the sky.

  "Tahiri . . ."

  Crying out in fright, she spun around to see the thing with her face glaring through the crevice in the mossy rock. Its arm was reaching out to her; its bloodied fingers clawed for a touch of her sweat-soaked skin.

  " You can't leave me here, Tahiri..."

  Tahiri woke with a half-formed cry on her lips. Her hand was halfway to her lightsaber before she realized where she was Bakura. She sighed in relief. It wasn't the worldship orbiting Myrkr. She was safe.

  Safe? Was she really safe?

  She groped in the darkness for the light panel, relaxing as a yellow ambience filled the room. The bed rocked beneath her as she sat up and swung her legs over the edge. Almost everything on Bakura floated; wherever repul-sors could possibly be included, they were-lifting chairs, counters of food, almost everything, it seemed.

  As unsettling as it was to have things floating around her, it wasn't this that troubled her most right now. Neither was it the tension suffocating her like a thick fog. No, the discomfort she felt now was like a tingling at the back of her mind-a suspicion that those around her, the "family" that Jacen had as
sured her she was a part of back on Mon Calamari, were conspiring against her.

  Jaina had talked to her mother before going off to find Malinza. Leia had gone into Jaina's room to stir her daughter from a Jedi trance and hadn't emerged for some time. When she had, she had carried in her eyes a stare that was both wary and distant. Leia was seeing something that troubled her-something in Tahiri.

  Tahiri felt it keenly, like ice water trickling down her spine. No matter how she tried to ignore it, the feeling simply wouldn't go away.

  Feeling like she was still dreaming, she stood up and crossed the room to the doorway. Opening it, she crept into the hallway linking their rooms. Unlike on

  Galantos where they had five rooms all opening onto a central common area, on

  Bakura they occupied rooms designed as though in a hotel. Han and Leia's was the largest, with an adjoining area that could be used as a common room. Tahiri and

  Jaina were up the hall, adjacent but not connecting.

  Tahiri stopped outside Jaina's room, pressing her ear against the door to listen. There was no sound whatsoever; Jaina must still be out on her mission, even though it was well past midnight. A distant concern for Jaina's well-being penetrated the fog. But not for long. Jaina was one of the ones who suspected her, who constantly watched her for any sign of-

  What? What was it Jaina searched for when she looked at Tahiri? The truth, perhaps, of who she really was?

  The thought hit her like a blow from behind. No! She performed a mental forward somersault, rolling with the punch and coming up fighting. That's not who I am! In her mind, she slashed at the thought with her lightsaber, cutting the notion to ribbons. You can't make me be someone I'm not!

  Then the terrible moment of clarity faded and the fog fell around her once again. She embraced the vague dream state, letting it dissolve her concerns and reduce her anxieties to just one. She could still feel it tugging at her, as though a hook had pierced her soul and some dreadful angler was reeling her in.

  It had to stop. She didn't know how much more of this she could take before she snapped-or something altogether worse happened.