by Jude Watson
He felt the Force move, a boiling mass that caused him and Siri to jump to their feet on top of the cruiser. Anakin was up, hanging in midair for the second it took him to slash through the windscreen directly in front of a shocked Omega. He jumped directly on top of the melted material, material that must have been too hot to stand on. Zan Arbor screamed as the melted windscreen fell into her lap.
Obi-Wan had never seen such speed. Even he could not fully track his apprentice's movement. Balancing on the lip of the cruiser, faster than sight, Anakin reached in and grabbed the transmitter from Omega's clutches.
"Whoops, no more button," he hissed at Omega.
With a cry of rage, Omega triggered the powerful engines. The cruiser shot up so fast all the Jedi slipped off. They fell to the ground as Omega took off in a burst of speed, clipping a cruiser's wing as he went and knocking over a row of swoops and disrupting traffic in the nearest sky lanes.
Obi-Wan watched from the floor, momentarily stunned.
Anakin looked at the transmitter in his hand.
"He lied," he said. "The transmitter is locked in position. He has already programmed the droids."
Chapter Twenty
"The fastest way back to the Senate chamber is though the tunnels,"
Siri said.
"We don't know the way," Anakin said.
"If I know Ferus, he does," Siri said crisply.
They ran back to the vent and crawled through, then ran down the air tunnel. As she ran, Siri flipped open her comlink and contacted Ferus.
Quickly, she filled him in.
"We're just entering the main Senate chamber," Ferus said. "There's no sign of any trouble."
"Stay with Palpatine. Contact Master Windu and request reinforcements.
Can you get us through the tunnels to the chamber?"
"Yes. I loaded the Senate utility tunnels onto my datapad."
"Bring us in on a middle tier."
There was a pause of only seconds. "Travel back to the ZM7789 section.
Look for vent ZM22899. Go through that one. It will ascend two hundred meters and make a sharp turn to vent UB339. Go through that. Follow that tunnel straight to vent NW993. That comes out into the Senate chamber."
"Got it."
They moved fast, running now. Siri kicked in the first vent. This tunnel was large enough for them to walk in, but as Ferus had told them, it turned sharply upward for two hundred meters. They used their cable launchers to swiftly vault up.
"A sharp turn here." Siri kicked in the next vent. She ran ahead, and Obi-Wan had a chance to talk to Anakin.
"You left the Supreme Chancellor."
"Ferus was there."
"You could have contacted me."
"There wasn't time."
"And now there are hundreds of seeker droids heading to the Senate and only one Jedi available to protect Chancellor Palpatine and the Senators."
Obi-Wan saw Anakin's mouth tighten. He grew less and less open to correction from his Master. It had been the opposite for Obi-Wan. The longer they were together, the more he welcomed Qui-Gon's remarks, even when they were critical.
"I'm at the next vent!" Siri cried. "I can hear something. Hurry!"
They scurried through the next vent, then ran down the tunnel to the last one, Siri in the lead. Now they could hear it — blaster fire. Shouts.
The random, terrible noise of violent chaos.
They burst out on a mid-level tier of the chamber. The seeker droids were everywhere, looking for their targets. Senators marooned in pods dove to the floor. Bodyguards tried to protect their charges and seeker droids went after them as well.
"I don't see Palpatine!" Siri yelled. "He's not in his pod."
"He could be stuck on one of the tiers," Obi-Wan said.
Siri called Ferus on the comlink but there was no answer. He was either too busy to answer or his comlink wasn't functioning.
They didn't know where to start, so they started where they were.
Anakin was a flash in the air as he moved, targeting droids as they dipped and revolved, spraying blaster fire toward their targets. Obi-Wan saw a seeker droid homing in on a Senator cowering in his pod, at least fifty meters below. He jumped off the tier into the pod, taking the droid down in mid-leap.
Siri leaped from pod to pod, slashing at seeker droids in the air as she went and ricocheting blaster bolts back into the droids. Many exploded as their fire was returned to them. With a quick glance Obi-Wan saw them flame out and fall far below to the ground floor. They were hundreds of meters in the air, and the droids had the advantage. They could fly. The Jedi needed an edge.
Obi-Wan leaped down to the next tier and found a terrified assistant hiding among the opulent drapery of the pod from the planet Belazura. It was still tethered to its docking point.
"Show me the main controls for the pods," Obi-Wan said.
"I–I-" the aide stammered, too terrified to speak. "Do it now!" Obi- Wan barked.
The durasteel in Obi-Wan's voice caused the aide to snap to attention.
"There's a control on level 125…." "Let's go."
Obi-Wan leaped into the pod. He pressed the indicator to bring them down ten levels. The pod dropped like a stone.
The pod docked at Tier 125. "Come on," Obi-Wan said.
The aide darted forward, running low to make himself less of a target.
Still, every spray of blaster fire caused him to yelp in fear.
Obi-Wan protected him as they ran. The aide quickly leaped behind a large column. He grimaced when he saw a security officer on the ground, but he moved to a panel in the wall. "Here," he said, accessing the panel.
"These controls can override the individual pod controls."
Obi-Wan quickly scanned the controls. He pushed several indicators, watching the pods move on a diagram. By moving large blocs of pods, he created a stepping-stone effect throughout the Senate chamber.
"Stay here, you'll be safer," he told the aide.
With a glance down at the dead guard at his feet, the young aide nodded shakily. "Whatever you say."
Obi-Wan raced back to the tier. He could see that he had been successful. Siri was already jumping from pod to pod, able now to cover more airspace. Anakin was doing the same. When Obi-Wan looked down, he could see, far below, Jedi charging out onto the Senate floor. He saw Shaak Ti leaping onto the pods like steps, moving upward. A team led by Coleman Trebor used the pod controls to move closer to their goal, then leaped into the air to take out two, four, seven, ten seeker droids at once during their descent.
Obi-Wan saw Palpatine at last. He stood on a tier far below, facing out toward the melee. Ferus stood in front of him, angling his lightsaber to fend off blaster bolts fired by the droids. Palpatine hardly noticed the Jedi protecting him. His bleak gaze swept the chamber.
Then Obi-Wan saw Roy Teda on the same tier, making his way forward. A droid was tracking him, Obi-Wan saw, and Teda knew it. He was running for his life.
Omega had betrayed Teda, as he eventually betrayed all who joined forces with him. He had programmed a seeker droid to assassinate Teda, too.
Obi-Wan leaped onto a pod twenty meters down. He knew he was too far to reach the tier in time, but he had to try. As he made his way down, his lightsaber never stopped moving, swiping at the droids who were zeroing in on terrified Senators.
He was close enough now to see the snarl of fury and terror on Teda's face, and suddenly, Obi-Wan guessed his intent. If he was going to go down, he wanted the seeker droid to take down Palpatine, too.
Obi-Wan leaped, then leaped again. Just below, Teda ran. Ferus had turned to deal with a storm of blaster fire from five droids heading his way. Far below Ferus, Siri had seen nothing. Anakin had made his way down to the Senate floor and was on his way back up again. He had landed in a large pod and was in the middle of protecting an entire delegation.
Obi-Wan continued to make his way down, slicing through droids as he went. The Senate chamber was filled with shouts and scr
eams, the smoke of blasters, and the unmistakable smell of fear.
Teda was only a few steps from Palpatine when Ferus moved. Obi-Wan had never seen him turn, had never seen him notice Teda, yet suddenly, Ferus's arm moved backward. Without even looking, he took out the lead seeker droid that had been targeting Teda.
Then Ferus turned his full attention to the droids. He Force-leaped upward, the bronze glow of his lightsaber a constantly moving presence, arcing and circling, slashing, flipping backward, moving forward.
Even as he leaped down the final meters toward Ferus, Obi-Wan saw the droids fall. Only one remained. Teda drew a blaster to fire at Ferus, but the droid suddenly dipped and fired, and Teda fell, smoke rising from the exit wound in his back. Ferus slashed the droid in half and bent over Teda.
Obi-Wan could see by the posture of Ferus's body that it was too late.
Obi-Wan landed at last. "Good work, Ferus." Ferus's mouth was tight.
"I was too late."
Even though Teda was an enemy of the Jedi, Ferus felt he had failed.
Obi-Wan repeated the words he had spoken, this time in a gentle tone.
"Good work, Ferus."
Ferus turned to look out over the chamber. "The tide has turned."
The Jedi and security forces were gaining the upper hand. Senators had been herded out of the chamber to safety. Others were being protected. The Jedi teams were now destroying the last of the droids. Obi-Wan glanced quickly over the chamber, searching for a Jedi who might need his help.
Suddenly he heard his name being called.
"Obi-Wan!"
It was Tyro. Obi-Wan half-turned, searching for his friend.
Tyro stood in the back of the tier, half-shrouded in darkness. He darted forward toward Obi-Wan, straight into the path of a seeker droid homing in on Palpatine.
"Tyro, drop!" Obi-Wan shouted, already moving.
Ferus leaped as the droid fired. He deflected the fire from Palpatine, but it was too late for Tyro.
Tyro fell on his knees, riddled with blaster fire.
"NO!" The cry was torn from Obi-Wan's chest. No, no, not Tyro, not him, not this, I cannot bear this….
He ran toward him, his legs propelling him forward while a part of him deep inside was still with dread, knowing what the next seconds would bring.
Tyro met his eyes. There was infinite sadness in his gaze, infinite regret. He opened his mouth but could not speak.
Tyro lifted his hand. It trembled as he opened his palm toward Obi- Wan. He closed his hand into a fist and placed it against his heart.
Then he looked beyond Obi-Wan's shoulder, behind him. Fear flickered in his eyes. And then he was gone.
Obi-Wan bent over him. He opened his own hand. He closed it. He placed it against Tyro's chest and bowed his head over his beloved friend. He murmured the words every Svivreni told a loved one before a journey.
"The journey begins," Obi-Wan whispered. "So go."
Chapter Twenty-one
The next day, the vote was finally held. There was no debate. Senator Bog Divinian's proposal to bar the Jedi from any action taken on behalf of the Senate was soundly defeated. Even Sano Sauro voted against it. It was noted that the two of them had arrived well after the previous day's events.
Bog was disgraced. Back on his planet, those who had once been his supporters demanded his resignation. Everyone but Bog knew his political career was over.
Because of his coolness on the day of the attempted massacre, Supreme Chancellor Palpatine's stature increased, and he was more powerful than ever. Twenty-one Senators died that day, fourteen aides, and ten Senatorial guards. It was considered a miracle that the numbers weren't higher.
For a day or two, the Senators seemed bound in a common grief. But after the memorials and the speeches were over, the blame began. Who had allowed it to happen? What committee had not forseen it? What faction had secretly approved of it? Who had not condemned it loudly enough?
Charges and countercharges. Speeches. Lectures. Tirades.
Obi-Wan was sick of it. Sick at heart.
He sat in Tyro's cluttered office. He had attended Tyro's memorial service, which was packed with friends, with more spilling out into the hallways, unable to participate or hear, but still wanting, needing to be present. Obi-Wan had no idea that so many had loved him.
But here, among his beloved files and documents, here was where Obi- Wan felt closest to him.
He had thought he couldn't bear this death. But of course he had.
There would be more to bear, he knew. The growing darkness that Master Windu had spoken of was now in his heart. He could feel that darkness with every breath he took.
He had searched through Tyro's files, through his datapad, through everything he could think of. There was no record of what Tyro had been trying to tell him. Obi-Wan could not make sense of it.
I stumbled on something. Something… terrible…. the highest level..
great evil…
… only you can truly understand…
What was it? Obi-Wan silently asked Tyro. What were you going to tell me?
He had assumed that the seeker droid that killed Tyro was heading for Palpatine. Yet the Senate investigator had told him that morning that it was programmed to hit Tyro.
Why would Omega want to kill a lowly Senate aide? It didn't make sense.
He might never know the answer.
Obi-Wan looked around at the tiny office. He had arranged for Tyro's files to be moved to the Temple, where a team under the supervision of Madame Jocasta Nu would go over everything. There could have been something Obi-Wan missed.
By tonight, the office would be cleared. Knowing the demand for Senate space, by tomorrow, the office would already be occupied. Any memory of Tyro would be swept out with the dust.
Reluctant to leave, Obi-Wan lingered. He heard soft footsteps outside in the hallway, and Astri appeared in the doorway.
"They said I could find you here," she said. "I'm sorry about your friend."
Obi-Wan nodded his thanks. "And how are you?"
"I am good," she said softly. "So are Lune and Didi. Thanks to you.
Bog has been stripped of power, and he is now useless to the Commerce Guild and Sano Sauro. That means he is powerless to hurt us, too."
"So what will you do?"
She shrugged. "I'm not sure. Didi wants to return to Coruscant, but I don't know." She hugged herself and shivered. "It has changed. I don't like it here anymore. I'm fearful here, but I don't know of what."
"I know what you mean," Obi-Wan murmured. He rose and came toward her.
He raised a hand and switched off the lights in Tyro's office, feeling something break inside him as he did so. Tyro was gone forever.
They walked down the hallway together.
"My advice," Obi-Wan said, "is to pick a pleasant world with a genuinely democratic government. Raise your son." He smiled. "Keep Didi out of trouble. And always remember I am here for you," Obi-Wan said.
"As you have proven time and time again," Astri said.
She stopped and put two hands on his shoulders. Her dark eyes searched his.
"I see the sorrow in you," she said. "I can't take it away. But you have saved me and those that I love. Know that, at least."
The small moments, Obi-Wan thought, as he laid a hand over Astri's.
They did not measure up against the times of sorrow. But they had to be enough.
Anakin sat with Palpatine inside the Chancellor's office. They looked out together at the temporary garden planted in an exterior courtyard of the Senate complex. Below, Anakin saw the tops of trees, delicate green leaves against silver bark. Running in a square outside the trees was the colorful splash of exotic flowers. Towering above the flowers were twin horns of the bloodred claing bush, native to Sano Sauro's world.
"I don't understand," he said to Palpatine. "You gave Senator Sauro the position of Deputy Chancellor. We are certain that he was in on the plot to assassinate you."
"I offered it before the vote on the Jedi petition, knowing he could not refuse," Palpatine said. "I knew he would betray Bog. The assurance of a powerful office would be enough to abandon a risky scheme."
"But you rewarded Sauro for betraying you."