by Watson, Jude
“I am here as the head of the Senate investigating committee on Jedi Order abuses,” Bog began. “The committee has entered its findings and has delivered an official petition to ban the Jedi from future Senate business. We request from the Supreme Chancellor an override of Senator Organa’s counter-petition to stall our petition in a separate committee. We believe it must be debated in the full Senate and acted upon immediately.”
Palpatine turned. “Senator Organa?”
“Senators from two hundred planets have signed a protest and request to investigate the petition committee for undue bias in its deliberations,” Organa said. “Until that investigation is concluded, the Senate can hardly debate the recommendations of the committee. Let alone vote on the issue.”
“I have reached a ruling,” Palpatine said.
Bog and Organa looked surprised.
“Th-the Supreme Chancellor has hardly had enough time to consider…I have not had a chance to refute…” Bog stammered in confusion.
Palpatine held up a hand. “Relax, Senator Divinian. I rule that you may enter, debate, and vote on the petition to bar the Jedi Order from any further action on behalf of the Galactic Senate.”
Palpatine rose, as Bog looked pleased and Bail Organa looked stunned.
“The vote should take place quickly—” Bog urged.
“I agree. The debate and vote shall take place tomorrow after the All Planets Relief Fund ceremony.”
Bog stood and bowed. “Thank you for your ruling, Supreme Chancellor. I assure you it is in the best interests of the Senate.”
“I assure you that the best interests of the Senate are always my first concern,” Palpatine replied, and swept out.
Anakin followed him hastily. He was surprised and dismayed by the meeting. He had expected to hear a spirited debate, and hoped to see the justly renowned Bail Organa in action. But he never expected that Palpatine would rule for Bog.
“You look lost, Anakin,” Palpatine said with a slight smile as Anakin swung into step beside him.
“Well, I have to admit I’m surprised. Why did you allow Bog to win?”
“I gave Bog what he wanted because I am sure he will fail,” Palpatine replied.
Anakin was suddenly struck. Wasn’t this what he had suggested to Obi-Wan earlier? He had wanted to do the same for their enemy, Omega.
“Bog doesn’t know it, but he just destroyed his career,” Palpatine said.
Palpatine wasn’t gloating, Anakin thought. That would be beneath him. But he did look rather…satisfied.
He remembered back on Romin, when he had felt a surge of power, realizing that the Force could not only allow him to move objects, but also to see into motivations and consequences. Many beings were transparent in their greed and ego, just as Bog was. Thinking several steps ahead was not that difficult.
Palpatine understood this; did his Master? Obi-Wan was so cautious. Anakin glanced at Palpatine, admiring how he moved through the Senate halls. He did not exaggerate his power but he did not diminish it. He accepted it and accepted the ways in which he would have to use it.
How satisfying it must feel to simply wait for events to unfold as you have foreseen them, Anakin thought. How powerful to know the outcome before it happened. This was what he could learn—and not from his Master. From Palpatine.
Chapter Fourteen
At the Jedi Temple, Obi-Wan pored over the schematics for the water delivery system in the targeted area of Coruscant. Siri and Ferus showed him what they’d learned from the experts they’d consulted.
The laser map was holoprojected, and Siri used a laser pointer as she spoke. “The access points are here, here, and here, including the tunnel outside Dexter’s Diner. They’re the most likely places to strike. But of course with Omega we have to think of the least likely, too. That would be here and here. We’ve got Senate security forces on each point. All undercover, highest-level clearance. In addition, we have Jedi teams patrolling.”
Obi-Wan nodded. “Looks good.”
“What about the thread analysis?” Ferus asked.
“Looks like a dead end,” Obi-Wan reported. “A question of too much information rather than too little. The droid analyst says it’s common throughout the galaxy. Thousands of uses and manufacturers. The computers are breaking them down into zones of probability, but…”
Siri looked back at the holoprojection map. “We have everything covered, Obi-Wan.”
“But you do not feel secure.”
Siri’s eyebrows knit together. “No.”
“Nor do I.”
Ferus hooked his fingers into his utility belt. “I have a feeling none of us will be sleeping tonight.”
Obi-Wan and Anakin spent the night patrolling the streets and sky lanes. Keeping out of sight, the Jedi made sure the water delivery system remained untouched. Master Windu had allocated the necessary resources to do so. Nevertheless, Anakin and Obi-Wan watched the watchers. They did not know when Omega’s team would strike, but they felt they could not trust anyone else to be fully prepared. They knew Omega’s cunning.
The first rays of the sun were flashing on the Temple spires as Obi-Wan and Anakin returned from their rounds. Waiting for them in the Great Hall were Jedi Master Soara Antana and her apprentice, Darra Haariden.
Anakin hurried forward to greet his friend Darra. He had barely seen her since their mission to Norah, where she’d been wounded.
“How are you doing?” he asked.
“Running on a full tank,” she replied, her eyes smiling.
Meanwhile, Obi-Wan drew Soara aside.
“Thank you for coming so quickly,” he said. “Is everything…”
Soara nodded. “They’re having breakfast at the moment. Master Alann is with them.”
Anakin overheard and shot his Master a curious look, but Obi-Wan merely said, “Meet us at Dexter’s Diner at the prearranged time.”
Anakin joined Obi-Wan. He raised his eyebrows in a question.
“The fear you saw on Astri’s face,” Obi-Wan said grimly. “I want to make it go away.”
It took some persuading, but Astri agreed to meet him. Obi-Wan waited outside Dexter’s Diner. When he saw her approach, he walked forward to greet her.
“Obi-Wan, I can’t interfere with Bog, even for you,” she said before he could speak. “I’m a Senator’s wife now.”
“Why can’t you meet my eyes, Astri?” he asked.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” she said, but her gaze kept moving.
“Are you afraid you were followed?”
“No. I took precautions.” Astri saw her mistake. She bit her lip.
“You are afraid,” Obi-Wan said. “Don’t worry, you weren’t followed. There are Jedi watching your every move now. And yet you still can’t meet my eyes.”
All he could see was the top of her head. The dark curls that once tumbled down her back were now cropped close against her skull. He remembered when she had shaved off her hair in order to impersonate a bounty hunter. Astri had never had much vanity. She was a pure spirit, and he had misjudged her.
“I am ashamed,” she said quietly. “That is why I can’t meet your eyes.”
He took her arm and led her into the shelter of the diner overhang. “There is no need for shame, old friend,” he said softly. “We have been through worse together.”
She shook her head. “No. We have not.” She looked up, and he saw that her deep green eyes glistened with tears. “Now I have a child.”
“And Bog has threatened him.”
“He will take him away. He is so young, Obi-Wan. I cannot let that happen. No matter what. Even your friendship, even the entire Jedi Order is nothing to me in the face of that. I know that making a choice for one life against so many lives is wrong, but I cannot help myself.” This time, she did not drop her eyes.
“Astri, that is not a cause for shame. I understand it. Of course that is what you must do.”
“You understand that I couldn’t help you?”
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nbsp; Obi-Wan nodded. “And you must understand that I must help you.”
“There is no help for me. Even from the Jedi.”
“Look.” He took her by the shoulders and spun her around. Now she could see inside the diner. Her father, Didi, was comparing recipes with Dexter. Lune, her son, was sitting on a stool, swinging his legs as Darra teased him, making him laugh. A large plate of Dex’s special cakes sat in front of the child. He picked up a piece with his fingers and ate it, then licked his fingers.
Astri put a hand on her heart.
“I had Soara and Darra bring them. We can arrange to have them back before anyone knows they are missing, if that is your choice. But there is another.”
Astri waited, her eyes drinking in the sight of her son.
“You can leave Bog. The Jedi will offer you protection.”
She was already shaking her head. “He will find me. He will win.” She turned. “You don’t understand, Obi-Wan. He’s not as stupid as he appears. He is cunning. I didn’t realize…I didn’t know…the lengths he would go. He got one taste of power, and it corrupted him. He has aligned himself with the worst in the galaxy. It started so softly. A favor for the Commerce Guild. Then another. And soon he was approached by another Senator—”
“Sano Sauro.”
“Yes. He sold his honor. Well, the honor I thought he had. And now there is someone else, someone so powerful he does not say his name.”
“Granta Omega. And with Omega, Jenna Zan Arbor. Did you know that?”
Astri looked away. “Yes. I knew that. And still I did nothing.”
He slipped his hand into her cold one and squeezed it briefly. “You were alone. Now you are not. You still have me.”
“Bog was never a strong man,” she said. “How strange it is to fear him now.”
She reached into the pocket of her tunic and handed several disks to Obi-Wan.
“What is this?”
“Bog’s data recorder. For his memoirs.” She made a face. “I copied them secretly. He says it only keeps a record of meetings, but that’s not true. He is too vain to hide what he thinks of as his accomplishments. There might be something on these.”
Obi-Wan slipped them into his tunic. “You didn’t know I had brought Lune and Didi here. Why did you bring the disks?”
“I’ve been carrying them with me. Seeing you, I felt so guilty, going along with Bog. I thought, there must be a way to help somehow. Bog is involved in something terrible. It is more than scheming against the Jedi in the Senate. There is some kind of plot, a takeover that will net him more power. He can’t resist boasting to me. Soon we’ll be able to afford whatever we want. A luxury cruiser for our trips to Nuralee. A villa by the Sea of Translucency on Dremulae.”
“Dremulae?”
“Yes, he saw an image of the perfect spot, he said.”
Yes, Obi-Wan thought, in Omega’s safe house.
“He has these grand plans. And he’s questioned me closely about the details of what will take place during the Relief Fund ceremony. I was on the planning committee. I can’t imagine what that means.”
“I can,” Obi-Wan said. “Astri, I promise you, after today you will not have to worry about Bog Divinian.”
She looked up into his face. Something came over her, some jolt of courage or certainty, and she nodded. “Thank you, old friend.”
“And now,” Obi-Wan said in a lighter tone, “it is time to greet your son. I think he’s almost out of cakes.”
Chapter Fifteen
Everything was in place. Secret security milled in the crowd. There were infrared sensors on the gravsled with the treasury. Extra guards in the Core Bank itself. Droids buzzed overhead as thick as flies.
Obi-Wan stood to the side. In his ear was an earpiece in which Bog Divinian’s voice droned on. Bog’s recordings were filled with the dullest details, from when he took a tea break to the compliment paid him by the visiting ruler of Teevan. Obi-Wan noted that he even planned how late to be for the Senate hearing on the anti-Jedi petition. Six minutes. Short enough so that no one would be offended, long enough to demonstrate his importance, Obi-Wan guessed.
None of the information was useful, and none of it was valuable, including Bog’s insights into Senate politics. Still, Obi-Wan continued to listen. He had given a copy to Tyro, but he wanted to hear for himself.
The speeches on the platform were only slightly more interesting. One Senator after another came up and thanked the others and Palpatine, even while managing to convey that it was through his or her own early support that the idea really took off.
In his ear, Bog worked on a speech. Obi-Wan could even hear his footsteps as he paced.
In this time of great grief and sorrow…
No. In this perilous time, we look to a leader who can take us from strong to stronger…
No, that’s not quite the tone. More…leaderlike.
Now only one of us can lead us through the valley of fear to the mountaintop of solidarity…
Obi-Wan switched off the recorder. Chancellor Palpatine was speaking, which meant the ceremony was almost over.
“I accept this treasury on behalf of the Senate, and thank all the generous worlds that contributed,” Palpatine said, with one hand on the armored repulsorlift wagon that held the glittering gold boxes of vertex. “This is the dawn of a new age. An age where help will arrive when and where it is most needed. Thank you all.”
Palpatine, at least, had learned the value of brevity and modesty, Obi-Wan noted.
He watched as the Supreme Chancellor stepped back and entered his personal transport. He sped off toward the Senate. The others Senators followed. There was a debate to attend.
The Blue and Red Guards, Palpatine’s personal guards, slowly guided the vehicle to the great open doors of the vault of the Core Bank. Obi-Wan felt a murmur go through the crowd. Dex was right. There was nothing like a huge fortune to cause beings to swoon.
And still there was no sign of trouble. Obi-Wan saw Siri through the crowd. She shrugged. Anakin had his gaze fixed on the vault.
Obi-Wan’s comlink signaled. It was Tyro.
“Anything?” Obi-Wan asked.
“That speech he’s practicing…did you get to that yet? Any impressions?”
“He needs a speechwriter.”
“Yes, it’s awful, but did you get the subject?”
“No, I couldn’t figure out what he was talking about. It didn’t make sense.”
“That’s what worries me.”
Obi-Wan watched the Guards move into the building. “So what’s your point?”
“Well, what’s his point, that’s the question. Obi-Wan, this may be off-base, but…”
Obi-Wan noticed that one of the Blue Guards had a torn hem. Unusual for these guards. They took their position as personal guards to Palpatine seriously.
Torn hem. Blue thread.
“Later, Tyro.” Obi-Wan snapped his comlink shut and vaulted through the crowd. Anakin caught his movement.
“The guards!” he bellowed.
And then they were all moving—Anakin, Siri, Ferus, as the durasteel doors began to slide shut on the vault.
Obi-Wan leaped. He slammed against the vault door, then squeezed himself inside, nearly leaving his foot behind as the door clanged shut. Anakin was above him, timing his own leap to slither through the doors as they closed.
Obi-Wan landed on the floor and tackled the Blue Guard in front of him. The helmet was knocked off, and he looked into the face of Roper Slam.
“Not you again!” Slam groaned.
Anakin tackled the next guard. It was Slam’s sidekick, Valadon.
“This was supposed to be easy!” Slam yelped.
Valadon struggled to release herself from Anakin’s grip. “What happened to that Zone? We weren’t supposed to meet any resistance!”
“We’ve been double-crossed,” Slam said. He didn’t struggle with Obi-Wan. He sat cross-legged on the floor, then tried to rip off the robe in angry frustrati
on.
Siri and Ferus ran in through the interior door of the vault, followed by anxious-looking officials and part of the security force.
“It’s all right,” Obi-Wan said. “You can take them into custody.”
“There wasn’t even an attempt to hit the water system,” Siri said.
“You see? Double-crossed,” Slam said, slumping down.
“Another two minutes and we would have been out of here with the vertex,” Valadon said.
“Everything depends on minutes, Val,” Slam said. “We live and die on minutes.”
Minutes, Obi-Wan thought.
Bog is going to be six minutes late for the debate.
To make himself more important? Or was there another reason?
Now only one of us can lead us through the valley of fear to the mountaintop of solidarity…
It doesn’t make sense. That’s what worries me.…
The truth blazed a path inside his brain. Bog was practicing a nominating speech. A speech he would deliver sometime today.
The heist was yet another diversion.
The nominating speech was for Sano Sauro to take over as Supreme Chancellor.
The real mission was to assassinate Supreme Chancellor Palpatine.
Chapter Sixteen
Anakin’s head whipped around. One moment Obi-Wan was there, standing over Roper Slam, and the next, he was gone.
Anakin whirled and charged out the door of the vault, into the Core Bank building itself. He was just in time to see his Master racing out the front door.
Anakin put on a burst of speed. Obi-Wan was doing three things at once. He leaped over four chatting security officers straight onto an unattended swoop, even while he slipped his comlink out of his belt and spoke rapidly into it. At the same time, he started the swoop engine.
Anakin jumped onto an empty swoop and revved the engine, lifting into the sky just as a security officer yelled, “Hey!”
Within seconds, he had caught up to his Master.
“What’s up?” Anakin asked easily, even though they were going the wrong way down a space lane.
Obi-Wan went into a screeching dive to avoid a crowded airbus. When Anakin caught up, he said, “I think Omega’s real goal is to use the Zone at the Senate and assassinate Palpatine. I’ve already tried to call Senate security, but I can’t get through. All of security is caught up in the ceremony.”