"The detonator is in the new computers, ma'am. That's the one item we've replaced in every X-wing we touched."
"If you've touched those computers all day long, why haven't you discovered this before now?"
"Because," Cole said, "I've never had occasion to take apart a computer before now."
"Wedge," the President said, "I need you to be honest with me. Whose idea was it to replace the computers?"
"Mine," he said.
"Wedge." Her voice had a warning tone in it. "We don't have time for games. I need to know."
"Leia." He put his hand on her arm. "It was my idea. I'm the one who discovered the problems with the old X-wings. I'm the one who thought of the reconditioning. I'm even the one who talked to the military-issues buyer. It was me, Leia."
"I won't believe you ordered sabotage," she said.
"I didn't."
His words hung in the air. The guards looked away. Only the protocol droid watched them, his golden eyes taking in everything.
Cole bit his lower lip. He had to speak up. "I beg your pardon, ma'am," he said, "but the general could have made the order without knowing of the sabotage."
"I know," she said. "The computers arrive assembled."
"Yes, ma'am," Cole said, "and in such a way that you'd have to be looking for it in order to find it. I wouldn't have found it if Luke Skywalker hadn't objected to the computer change specifically. And even then, I didn't find it. R2 did."
"Mistress Leia," the protocol droid said, "the Kloperians have a policy against astromech droids in the maintenance bay."
R2 whistled.
The President closed her eyes for a moment, then she asked, "How long have we been doing this?"
"Quite a while," the general said. "I could look it up."
She shook her head. "Luke's X-wing was brought in this time. He's been to Coruscant enough that we can assume the change was made since his last meeting. Still, that's a long time. Mr. Fardreamer, how many X-wings do you think have the new computer system?"
"Most of them, ma'am," he said. "I was surprised to see one as old as the Jedi Master's without an overhaul."
"Most of them." She whispered the sentence. Her hands were clasped together so tightly that the knuckles showed white. "And what about the new X-wings? How many are in use?"
"All but a handful, Leia," the general said.
"I wantfthem all checked. All of them. I also want the rebuilt X-wings checked."
"You don't think that every X-wing has a bomb inside," the general said.
"That's precisely what I do think," the President said. "And I want them removed."
"That could ground our X-wing fleet for a while."
"Better grounded than destroyed," the President said. "Can you do this, Mr. Fardreamer?"
"Yes, ma'am." Cole stood. "But I think we might have a bigger problem here."
Her face became perfectly still, her eyes huge, as she waited for him to elaborate.
"Not all the X-wings are here with the fleet. A number of them are out."
She swallowed. "Do you think these need a remote detonator?"
He understood where she was going. If a remote detonator was needed, then the X-wings away from Coruscant were probably safe.
"No, ma'am. This detonator is designed to go off when a certain combination of commands is made."
"Do you know what that combination is?"
Cole shook his head.
"Then every X-wing pilot's in danger," the President said.
"I'll issue an order grounding them immediately," the general said.
"Be sure to send one to Jedi Master Skywalker," Cole said.
"Luke?" This time, the panic in the President's voice was evident.
"Yes, ma'am. The X-wing he took is an exact replica of the prototype here, right down to the computer."
"Oh, Luke," she said. Then she looked up at the general. "I don't even know where he is."
The general put his arm around her. "We'll find him," he said. "We have no other choice."
Almania loomed in his viewscreen, a large white-and-blue planet surrounded by clouds. Its three moons were smaller than Almania, and colored differently. Two had a lot of green mixed with the blue.
Luke's charts told him that all three moons supported life, and had long-established cultures. Pydyr was the most famous, both for its exclusiveness and for its wealth. He had never heard of the other two, or of Almania, for that matter, until Brakiss had told him about it.
Oddly enough, he trusted Brakiss's information. Brakiss still had a thread of goodness in him, a thread he fought, but one that existed. Luke was afraid, though, that one day Brakiss would overcome that goodness, and would use all of his considerable powers for evil. All Luke could do was help where he might, and let Brakiss know that Luke was there. Letting his students go was the hardest part of teaching: allowing them to make their own mistakes, allowing them to be themselves, allowing them to choose their own paths. Brakiss had a great deal to fight from his past; Luke hoped that Brakiss would make the correct choice for the future.
But Brakiss had once again gone into Luke's past, except for his words about Almania. You're supposed to go to Almania. The answers you want are there. And then, later: Leave the fighting to those who are ruthless. They'll win anyway.
Whoever wanted Luke in Almania was ruthless, so ruthless that he terrified Brakiss. Not even Luke terrified Brakiss, not on that deep level. A part of Brakiss valued Luke, or he never would have given Luke that warning.
But Brakiss didn't value the person who paid him to bring Luke to Almania. Brakiss feared that person.
That alone intrigued Luke. The warning intrigued him more.
He had spent the entire flight researching Almania. There wasn't a lot to learn. Almania was on the far side of the galaxy. Neither the Empire nor the New Republic had paid it much attention. The Empire had once contacted Pydyr to help finance campaigns, but Pydyr had sent a carefully worded message about noninvolvement. Normally something like that would have set the Emperor off, but it didn't. Even with all its wealth, Pydyr was too far away for the Empire to bother with.
While Pydyr saw itself as noninvolved, Almania considered itself loosely tied to the Rebellion, and later to the New Republic. The Je'har, who had led Almania during the fight against the Empire, had sent weapons and funds to several Rebel bases, including the one on Hoth. But the Je'har's leadership changed shortly after the New Republic defeated Grand Admiral Thrawn, and the communications from Almania stopped. Some reports told of hideous brutality under Almania's new regime. Others spoke of slaughter on a mass scale. But no one asked for help until later, and by that time, the New Republic was busy with the Yevetha threat. Almania, ignored in the best of times, was forgotten.
Something nagged Luke about the timing, though. Before he had built his retreat in the Manari Mountains, but after Callista, he had taught a wide range of promising students, including Brakiss. Brakiss had left during that time. Luke had thought that perhaps Brakiss was tied to Almania, but he could find nothing to link them. There was nothing in Brakiss's mother's stories to link them, either. And the Empire had not had a presence on Almania, so Brakiss could not have gone there during his Imperial service.
Or could he?
Brakiss was, after all, a spy.
Did Brakiss have something to do with the change in the Je'har? Brakiss had warned that Luke was walking into a trap, and Brakiss was part of that trap. But was the warning part of it? Luke had not felt that level of deception in Brakiss.
Only fear.
Leave the fighting to those who are ruthless.
They'll win anyway.
They hadn't in the past. In the past, Luke had been able to defeat them. From Vader to Palpatine, from Thrawn to Daala, from Waru to Nil Spaar, Luke and his friends had dealt with the ruthless and defeated them. Yoda had taught him that there was great strength in the Force, strength that came from compassion, not from hatred. In that hatred alone, the ruthless w
eakened themselves.
"They won't win," Luke whispered to Brakiss, wishing he had thought to say this in the droid factory. "I can guarantee it."
Although Luke didn't know quite yet what he was facing. He only had the remembered pain of the blast, the fear that had risen in Coruscant, and throughout the New Republic.
As he got closer to Almania, he felt a distinct chill. He checked the temperature in the X-wing. It was normal. The chill emanated from his stomach, and wound itself around his heart. It was nothing like the chill that had blasted him when all those people died.
And yet it was.
The chill settled into his back and shoulders. He was nearing Pydyr. He opened a channel, expecting to be challenged for being so close to such a private planet.
But his comm picked up nothing.
No scrambled signals.
No local broadcasts.
Nothing.
Nothing at all.
And he should have gotten something.
He scanned the planet below. The buildings remained, and he got several life-form readings. But only about ten.
Ten on the entire moon.
When there should have been thousands.
Millions.
The chill gripped his heart. The cries had come from here. From Pydyr.
He would have to investigate. Almania could wait a day.
Then he felt the tendrils of a presence. It felt familiar, but too far away to be clear. And it felt almost as if it were being filtered through a dense atmosphere. He had felt it before.
On Telti.
Just before he saw Brakiss.
But this wasn't Brakiss. That much he knew. This was someone else. Someone equally familiar.
And more powerful. Much more powerful to be felt from so far away.
The feeling had a malevolence in it, though, that was unfamiliar. Except around Emperor Palpatine. Luke had felt it then.
But this wasn't Palpatine. This was someone else. Someone Luke had known...
He punched the coordinates for Pydyr into the navicomputer, and the X-wing swung around, veering off its normal course and heading toward Pydyr. The answers would be there.
The feeling grew stronger, both familiar and unfamiliar. The dark side was strong near Almania. Almost as if the entire planet were awash in it. Luke's mouth was dry. Perhaps he should go back to Coruscant and get help. Leia, Han, anyone. Going into this alone would be very destructive and difficult.
But he could handle Pydyr. With only ten life-forms on the planet, he wasn't about to run into all of them at once. He would see what happened on Pydyr, and make his decision from there.
The X-wing broke into the atmosphere. This side of Pydyr was awash in light. Buildings stood below him, with expansive avenues between them. Avenues wide enough to land an X-wing in.
Empty avenues.
An odd shuddery feeling ran up his back. He took control away from the navicomputer and began the landing procedures himself. This would take hands-on work. Even the automatic-guidance systems wouldn't help him here.
A light flashed on the screen. He glanced at it only to have it disappear. He frowned, wishing he had his old X-wing, then he returned his attention to the landing. Precision landing of a kind he hadn't done in years. He pulled the joystick—
—and felt the X-wing shudder beneath him.
The buildings were close on both sides. The X-wing shuddered again, and the computer locked. The screens went dark. Luke reached for the eject button only to find it was missing.
There was no droid eject either, of course.
He was stuck.
He grabbed for the hatch. He would open it by hand. He had no other choice. The ground spun close to him—
—as the X-wing exploded.
TWENTY-SIX
This time it was Leia's turn to call an Inner Council meeting on short notice. She decided to hold it in the Ambassadorial Dining Room. The X-wing problem had to be dealt with quickly, and she picked the room closest to the bays.
The corridors here were highly polished, and the plants around the pillars well-tended. The dining room was often used for state dinners, and the entrance always had to look spectacular.
Leia hated the formality of the area, even though she had helped design it.
She and Wedge had reached the grand staircase leading up to the dining room when she felt cold. Her vision blurred, and she stumbled, clutching the mahogany railing for support.
A face formed in the air before her. The same white face she had seen before the bombing. It smiled, its black, empty eyes glittering their amusement.
Leia, an unfamiliar voice said in her ear. Leia.
And then she collapsed, her elbows and knees hitting the marble edges of the stairs. She thudded down to the floor, the marble cutting into her already-ripped military fatigues.
"Leia!" Wedge said. He bent over her, his strong hands bracing her shoulders. "Are you all right?"
Her teeth were chattering. "Evacuate the building."
"What?"
"Evacuate the building," she said.
"On the basis of what?"
"That face." She sat up. Her hands were shaking. "I had the same vision before the bombing."
But it had been different. Then she had heard voices scream and had been overwhelmed by cold. The destruction that had sent Luke to Coruscant before the actual bomb went off.
"All right," Wedge said. "I'll—"
"No, wait." She passed a hand over her face. The owner of that skeletal mask wanted her to panic. She had to think. She had to set her emotions aside and think. "This is an unscheduled meeting. No one would know we're here."
"Still," Wedge said, "we should change locations."
Leia shook her head. The disorientation was still there, but it wasn't as strong. She used Wedge's arm to help herself to her feet. "No. It feels different. That face. It was warning me of something else."
And she could almost grasp what that something else was. Almost, but not quite. It would come to her, though. She was certain of that.
"Let's have the meeting," she said.
"All right." Wedge sounded confused, but he obviously wasn't going to ask more questions. "At least let me post some more guards."
Leia shook her head. "We did that before the bombing, too. For all I know, this vision is stress-related. I was feeling stressed before the Senate meeting."
"And now, too, huh?"
She smiled at him. "I don't like these detonators, Wedge. Whoever planted them has found yet another way to penetrate my home. Coruscant is no longer safe."
"It never really was, Leia."
"I know. But until recently I could go about my business without feeling the threat of death hanging over me. Now I worry about everything. I worry about the children's rooms. I worry about the hallways. I worry about Han and the Falcon. If the X-wings were tampered with, what else was? How much more of this are we going to find, Wedge?"
"I think the key is discovering who did it."
"I suppose." Leia straightened her shoulders. "Although I think I know."
Wedge said nothing. He had made his thoughts clear in the maintenance bay. He agreed with one of the guards. The Empire rarely announced its presence so conveniently.
They climbed the stairs to the dining room, but at a walk instead of a run. The other Council members were already inside, but they weren't seated. Leia said nothing as she passed them. She went to her chair, sat down, and waited until they did the same.
Wedge stood behind her, as support and verification.
She called the meeting to order.
"It's irregular," R'yet Coome said, "to have a nonmember present."
"General Antilles is here at my request," Leia said. "We discovered something rather disturbing this afternoon."
Wedge opened a pouch and set the detonators on the table. C-Gosf waved a delicate hand over them. "What're these?"
"We found these in our X-wings. The entire squadron is outfitted with them,
apparently," Leia said.
"They're detonators," Wedge said.
"With Imperial markings," Gno said. He sounded stunned.
Meido's crimson face did not change color. He peered at the detonators, then smiled at Leia. "Nice try, President."
The chill she had felt earlier returned. "Try?"
"Try," he said. "We accuse General Solo and you find a different device that points to the Empire. How very convenient."
"What do these detonators have to do with the bombing of the Senate Hall?" Wwebyls asked.
Meido shot him a withering look. "Everything, Wwebyls. The President is trying to show us that her husband had nothing to do with the X-wings, and so by implication, we are to assume he had nothing to do with the Senate Hall."
Leia clenched her fists under the table. Meido was going to oppose her at every turn. "General Antilles has warned the squadrons to bring the X-wings in, but there are some he's been unable to raise. I want to send a general distress signal throughout the New Republic's planets so that we can bring home those who might be in danger."
"What triggers these detonators?" Gno asked.
"We don't know," Leia said. "We're working on that right now."
"And they're in every X-wing?"
"We believe so."
"Oh, dear," Fey'lya said. "If they're in each X-wing, where else might they be?"
"Good question," Meido said. "Why don't we ask the President."
"Leia wouldn't know that," C-Gosf said. "She would if she planted them."
"You've gone too far," Bel Iblis said. "You owe the President an apology."
Leia waved a hand to silence Bel. "Actually, I'd like to hear why Senator Meido believes I have suddenly become a traitor to the Republic."
"Your husband, President, and his attack on the Hall. Even you have said he would do nothing without your approval."
"What are they accusing Han of?" Wedge whispered.
"Treason," ChoFï whispered back.
"Han Solo!?!" Wedge had stopped whispering. "That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard. Han Solo was risking his life for the Rebellion while these cowards were hiding under the wings of the Empire. You, Meido, have no right—”
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