by Jude Watson
where we can turn? Where we can flush out our enemy and expose him?"
"But if we don't go after Omega, he will control the market on bacta,"
Obi-Wan said. "He could do anything. Raise the price too high. Create
shortages. I have no doubt he would do these things. Millions would suffer.
"
"More millions suffer in our visions of the future," Mace said. He was
still looking out at the lights. He seemed to be speaking to himself. "We
see much pain."
"Visions can only show us what may be," Obi-Wan said. "Granta Omega
can do great harm now."
A buzz of conversation began among the Council Members. Mace Windu
consulted with Yoda. Adi Gallia leaned over to speak with Even Piell. It
was highly unusual for the Council to break into private consultations. The
gravity of the issue caused it. There were too many important questions
connected with it.
"Go, Obi-Wan must." Yaddle's soft voice stopped the Council Members.
Everyone turned to her with great courtesy. Yaddle rarely spoke, but when
she did, she always seemed to sum up the conclusions they would have
reached eventually.
She blinked her light gray-blue eyes, which were so like Yoda's.
"Suffering we cannot allow in order to prevent what we fear. Stop it we
must when we can."
Yoda leaned forward on his gimer stick. "Correct, Yaddle is. Has your
Padawan recovered, Obi-Wan?"
Obi-Wan nodded. "I have arranged transport. I can be on Haariden by
sunrise."
"Dangerous it is," Yoda said. "Soon, the eruption will occur. Take
chances you must not."
"May the Force be with you," Mace Windu said, concluding the meeting.
He still looked troubled.
Obi-Wan bowed. He left the Council chamber and hurried directly to the
med clinic. Every moment counted.
Anakin was sitting up on the med couch, swinging his legs. He was
pale, but he looked up at Obi-Wan expectantly.
"I hear you are cleared for duty," Obi-Wan said. "Are you sure you are
fully recovered?"
Anakin nodded. "Yes. Where are we going?"
"Back to Haariden," Obi-Wan said. "We're going to watch a volcano
erupt."
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
As the Galan starfighter shot through hyperspace, Anakin had some time
to rest and think.
The rest he needed. He did not want to tell Obi-Wan that even though
the drug had worn off, his senses still felt blurred, as if there were a
veil between him and everything else. But he knew the veil would lift. He
could feel clarity returning with every passing minute.
What he did not know was how to sort out his feelings about Granta
Omega. He was not na¯ve enough to think that evil announced itself by
knocking on one's door with an iron fist. But he had not expected evil to
come cloaked in quite so much charm.
He had enjoyed the earlier time he'd spent with Granta Omega. When
he'd known him as Tic Verdun, he had laughed at the things he said and felt
warmed by his friendship. They had not known each other long, but Anakin
had to admit it: He'd felt kinship with Tic. On Haariden, he had offered
him friendship. He had made him feel a little less alone.
How could he reconcile his feelings with the knowledge that Omega's
one desire was to worship at the heart of evil? An evil that had murdered
the one being who had saved Anakin from a life of slavery: Qui-Gon Jinn.
Obi-Wan had been in the small ship's library, checking the geological
reports on Haariden. He came to sit by Anakin. "Not too much longer. Is
there something you want to discuss with me, Padawan?"
He wasn't ready to talk about it. "No," Anakin said. Obi-Wan
hesitated. "Before I arrived, did you talk much to the others?"
Anakin nodded. "They fed me false information about Granta Omega. They
were making things up to tease me even as he sat right in front of me. I
see that now. I feel foolish."
"It is not something to feel foolish about. Those who set out to
deceive are the true fools." Obi-Wan paused. "And Omega himself? What did
you think of him?"
The gentleness in his Master's tone undid Anakin's reserve. "I liked
him," he burst out. "How could I like such a being?"
"I would guess that is because he is likable," Obi-Wan said dryly.
His Master's calmness made Anakin feel better. "Shouldn't the Force
have alerted me to the dark side in him?"
"Not necessarily," Obi-Wan said. "The Force is not a truth-detector.
We can rely on it, but we can't expect it to save us. We must save
ourselves. We must use our own intuition, our own intelligence. Your
feelings about Granta Omega don't have anything to do with the Force. They
have everything to do with experience."
"Meaning I don't have enough?"
"Maybe," Obi-Wan said. "Perhaps I wouldn't have picked up on Omega's
true character, either. But I have seen enough to know that evil can wear a
charming face, my young Padawan. Charisma is not a virtue. It's a trait. It
is not good or bad. Evil people can possess it. They often do and it is
what makes them dangerous."
"He says he is a seeker, just as the Jedi are," Anakin said. "He says
the Jedi fear the Sith, but they know nothing of them."
"He is wrong," Obi-Wan said. "The Jedi have deep knowledge of the
Sith. Have you forgotten that one of them killed Qui-Gon?"
"That knowledge is with me every day," Anakin said quietly. "But it is
also part of the problem. When I think of evil, I see that Sith Lord's
face. I do not see Granta Omega's."
"Evil has many faces," Obi-Wan responded. "It can masquerade as
vision. One must look beneath the words, beneath the mask."
An indicator light flashed. Obi-Wan sprang to his feet. "We've
arrived."
Obi-Wan slid into the pilot's seat. Anakin sat next to him. The
starfighter shuddered slightly as they came out of hyperspace. The planet
of Haariden lay ahead.
Obi-Wan entered the coordinates for landing. He shot Anakin a quick
questioning look. "Are you ready to face him again?"
He was not sure, but he knew he had to be. "I am ready, Master."
He felt the dark side of the Force gather as they entered the planet's
atmosphere. As they drew closer they could see the large areas of land that
had been laid to waste by war.
"I am not happy to see this place again," Obi-Wan murmured.
The craft skimmed over the foothills. Obi-Wan landed in a valley near
an outcropping of trees.
"We need to keep clear of the eruption site," he said. "We'll track
Omega on swoop bikes. According to Jocasta Nu, we have about an hour before
the volcano begins to erupt."
"Not much time," Anakin said as they hurried toward the stowed swoops.
"It will have to be enough."
Anakin swung his leg over the swoop. He was feeling better, but
heaviness still seemed to hang on him, clouding his mind. The med staff had
assured him that the drug was completely out of his system. He was not sure
why he wasn't feeling himself yet. He suspected it had something to do with
the dark feeling of doom he received from this p
lanet.
They took off on their swoops, gliding over the hills and heading for
the rugged mountains ahead. One mountain pushed high above the rest,
seeming to thrust itself out of the planet's core. It was topped with snow,
its peak hidden in the clouds.
"That's it," Obi-Wan said. "That's Kaachtari."
They pushed the swoops to maximum speed. The air turned colder as they
rose to higher elevations. Suddenly, Anakin saw a column of steam spurt
from the ground below. He swerved the swoop just in time to avoid being
scalded.
"We're in the danger zone now," Obi-Wan said. "Be careful."
As they rode on, Anakin saw that deep fissures had cracked the earth
and split gigantic boulders in two. The steam rose hundreds of meters high
in some places. He heard a muffled sound, like a faraway star-fighter
engine roaring.
"Groundquakes," Obi-Wan said. "Small ones, so far."
Anakin looked ahead. He saw a line of soldiers hiking down the
mountain. He pointed them out to Obi-Wan.
His Master frowned. "This area was supposed to have been evacuated.
Let's get a little closer."
They descended. Hearing the noise, the soldiers looked up. Some of
them raised blasters.
"Master?"
"Don't worry." Obi-Wan suddenly zoomed down, landing directly in front
of them. Anakin followed his Master to the head of the line to stand before
a gaunt soldier with a grimy face and a beard gray with ash.
"I see we meet again, Captain Welflet," Obi-Wan said.
The captain nodded a greeting. "I thought you evacuated." A
groundquake shook the area, and the captain staggered. "You should have."
"We did. We came back. We're looking for Granta Omega," Obi-Wan said.
"Have you seen him?"
"No," the captain said. "I have enough worries."
He stared at Obi-Wan when he said this, but Anakin knew he was lying.
"This area was evacuated," Obi-Wan said. "The volcano is about to
erupt."
"I know," Captain Welflet said. "But we had word of enemy patrols in
the area. They are using the eruption to gain land."
"But you will all die," Obi-Wan said. "The eruption will cover all
this." He swung an arm out. "The scientists know this. The sensors indicate
it."
Captain Welflet snorted. "Scientists and sensors. This is our land. We
are not going to lose it."
"I see you have some new weaponry since I saw you last," Obi-Wan
remarked.
The captain shifted his gaze. "Is the Jedi so interested in our
weaponry?"
The mountain rumbled. A steam column suddenly split the rocky ground
and spewed into the air.
"We don't have much time," Obi-Wan said. "Let me tell you what I
think, and what you don't know. I think you accepted payment in weapons for
land that will be useless to you. But you were tricked."
"That is an interesting supposition," the captain said cautiously.
"Granta Omega paid you for the rights to the new sea," Obi-Wan said.
"What you don't know is that he wants it for a reason. The volcano will
deposit titanite on the land before the wave brings the water. He will mine
it and make a fortune. And you will lose out."
"He said he wanted it for a fish farm," the captain muttered. "And we
believed him! He had us meet him here to do the deal." He looked down at
the plains below. "It belongs to him now."
"Tell me where he is, and I might be able to help you," Obi-Wan said.
"He does not deserve our loyalty," the captain said. "He is above, on
the ridge, conducting experiments. Here are the coordinates." The captain
gave them to Obi-Wan.
"You must get down the mountain as quickly as you can," Obi-Wan said.
"We have air transport below. But we are on the lookout for the enemy.
"
"Forget the enemy," Obi-Wan said. "If you don't, you will die."
"Then we will die," Captain Welflet said. "But we will die on our
land."
Obi-Wan swung his leg back over the swoop and motioned to Anakin. He
plugged the coordinates into the onboard computer.
"We must hurry, Padawan," he said. "I don't like the look of this
scanner. The groundquakes are intensifying."
"But the captain and his men," Anakin said. "How can we leave them?"
Obi-Wan shook his head sadly. "I cannot change his mind, Padawan. They
must do what they will do, and we must do the same."
They took off to the spot where the captain had left Granta Omega.
Flying was difficult now, as the steam hissed suddenly into the air,
sometimes followed by showers of large rocks. Anakin felt dread rising
within him. He did not want to see Granta Omega again. Yet he had to.
They saw him high on a snowy ridge. He was with Mellora. They were
both dressed in white thermal gear to protect them from the cold. They were
packing up their equipment and heading for their swoops. They clearly did
not trust anyone else to pinpoint the titanite before the eruption.
Obi-Wan leaned over his swoop, urging the machine to go faster. Granta
Omega looked up and saw them. Even from that distance, Anakin could tell he
was dismayed. He spoke a quick word to Mellora and they took off.
"We'll follow them to the ship," Obi-Wan said. "We can commandeer it
and return them to Coruscant." "It can't be that easy," Anakin said.
"It won't be," Obi-Wan said.
Granta and Mellora did not attempt to lose the Jedi. No doubt they
knew they could not. The Jedi gained on them, but Mellora and Omega managed
to reach their SoroSuub at the foot of the volcano. Omega activated the
landing ramp and they flew inside.
"We can make it!" Obi-Wan shouted as the landing ramp began to close.
Anakin zoomed alongside his Master. They angled their swoops as the
ramp slid closed. They slid inside, feeling the whoosh of air as the ramp
slid into place.
The cockpit of the ship was empty.
Obi-Wan leaped off the swoop and activated his lightsaber in one
motion. He ran through the SoroSuub. It took only a few seconds to discover
what had happened.
"They flew out the cargo door as we came in through the landing ramp,"
Obi-Wan said, disgusted. "He planned it."
He ran to the cockpit controls. He stabbed at the activation key for
the landing ramp, then the cargo doors.
"He's locked them." He tried the engines. Nothing happened. "The ship
is in complete lockdown."
Obi-Wan's face was dark with anger. Anakin watched, fascinated, as his
Master absorbed his anger and then released it.
"So here we are," Obi-Wan said in a measured tone. "Locked in." He
crossed to the cockpit windscreen. Granta Omega and Mellora were nowhere in
sight. But the mountain was. It filled their vision as it belched rocks and
steam.
As they watched, the ship suddenly shook with the tremor of a huge
groundquake. The scene in front of them vibrated. Anakin couldn't believe
what he was seeing. The peak was now disintegrating. Huge chunks of the
mountain were falling away. The entire side of the volcano was collapsing
in a tremendous landside.
And they were in its path.
Obi-Wan tried the engines again. "I don't know how to override this."
"Let me try." There was nothing Anakin couldn't do with engines. He
slid open the panel to the engine and slithered inside. "This will take me
about twenty minutes."
"We don't have twenty," Obi-Wan said. He had already calculated the
speed of the landslide. "We have maybe five before the lava pours out. If
we're lucky. We'll have to cut our way out."
Anakin scrambled out and followed Obi-Wan to the opening to the ramp.
Obi-Wan began to try to cut the durasteel away.
"Something's wrong," he muttered as Anakin joined him. "The ship's
hull should be thin here. We should be able to cut through in minutes."
"It's going to take us longer than that," Anakin said.
The minutes ticked by as they worked at the metal. Obi-Wan looked out
the windscreen to check the progress of the eruption. The noise was now
like the roar of a fleet of engines. "We're not going to make it."