Dangerous Games (9781484719756)

by Watson, Jude

  Obi-Wan had first met Fligh when he was Qui-Gon’s Padawan. Fligh had sworn to help his best friend Didi even as he squirmed out of telling the truth to the Jedi and faked his own death. Getting the whole truth out of Fligh wouldn’t be easy.

  His pleasant expression darkened with apprehension when he saw the Jedi, but he quickly turned it into a welcoming smile. “Didi! Old friend! Such a surprise to see you on Euceron! Though everyone who is anyone is here, so there you go, not such a surprise after all.”

  “Do you remember Obi-Wan Kenobi, the great Jedi Knight?”

  “Ah, but he was just a Learner when I knew him,” Fligh said. “Obi-Wan, what a fortunate meeting! It is my luck to be able to renew our great friendship.”

  “We were never friends,” Obi-Wan pointed out.

  “We weren’t, it’s true, and that is a pity,” Fligh agreed sadly. “But now we have a second chance. I see that now you have a Padawan Learner yourself.”

  “I am Anakin Skywalker,” Anakin said.

  Fligh turned to examine him curiously with his good eye. “I have heard about you.”

  Anakin looked defensive. “What have you heard?”

  “Whoa-hoa, relax, young friend,” Fligh said. “It was all good things, I assure you. Yes, promising Jedi, amazing talents, there you go.”

  “Didi tells us you have some information about some of the events at the Games,” Obi-Wan said.

  Fligh narrowed his eye at Didi. “Do I? I hear things, but nothing important enough to involve the Jedi.”

  “That is not what Didi said.” Obi-Wan stood casually, as though he had all the time in the world, but he was prepared to pressure Fligh. He was impatient to get to the bottom of this. He didn’t want to waste more of the day.

  “All right, all right,” Didi said when Fligh shot him another look. “I told him. But he’s a Jedi, Fligh. You can’t lie to a Jedi.”

  “I don’t see why not,” Fligh shot back, too angry to watch his words. “They’re no different from anybody else.”

  “Oh, yes,” Anakin said stridently. “We are.”

  Fligh’s head whipped around, his ears taking a moment to catch up. They bobbed gently and came to rest on his shoulders. His gaze flicked to the lightsabers tucked into Obi-Wan’s and Anakin’s belts. “Errrrr, you do have a point. There you go. I concede it. In that case—and considering our deep friendship which I cherish despite your refusal to acknowledge it—I will tell you what I know. I heard a rumor that one of the events was fixed. I told Didi about it. After all, why shouldn’t my friend benefit?” He gave Didi a hard stare. “If I’d known that friend had such a big mouth, I might have reconsidered.”

  “Are you involved in this?” Obi-Wan asked him. “Do you know who fixed the obstacle race, and how?”

  “I know nothing except this—the participant from Alderaan will win.”

  Obi-Wan frowned. How could a swoop obstacle race—a series of timed individual races against the clock—be fixed? “How do you know?”

  “I don’t have to tell you that,” Fligh said defiantly.

  “That’s true,” Obi-Wan said. “But you will have to tell the security force for the Ruling Power.”

  Fligh broke into a smile. “No need for that! I’d much rather share with friends! I was told by Quentor. A being very much like me, who does similar work.”

  “Another thief?”

  “Another businessman like myself, who buys and sells information and the occasional valuable item that might find its way into our hands. Quentor would not tell me how he knew, but he swore the information was true, and I believed him. A clever one, that Quentor. He would not steer you wrong. He swore that there is an insider at the Games who has arranged to fix an event. A good way to make a quick fortune, isn’t it? I thought it was a rumor worth a few gambling credits for myself and my friend.”

  Obi-Wan considered this. Fligh was calling it a rumor, but he had told Didi to bet and no doubt had placed a bet himself. But that didn’t necessarily mean the rumor was true. Didi had placed plenty of bad bets, some of them on Fligh’s advice.

  Fligh saw Obi-Wan’s hesitation. “You might want to place a bet yourself, my friend. Even the Jedi can use wealth. You could stop hitching rides and have your own transports, maybe invest in some new robes—”

  Obi-Wan turned and searched the event board. “The event is starting soon.”

  “Yes, unfortunately too late for you to do anything about it,” Fligh said. “So sorry. There you go.”

  “Stadium Five. It’s not far,” Obi-Wan said. “Come on, Anakin. You too, Didi.”

  “Not me, surely,” Didi said. “I need to visit with my old friend—oooooohhh!” Obi-Wan had grabbed his collar and yanked him into step next to the Jedi.

  “We can make it,” Obi-Wan said. “We have four minutes.”

  They hurried from the plaza. The streets had emptied as various events had begun. Obi-Wan and Anakin quickened their pace, so Didi had a hard time keeping up. Obi-Wan was reluctant to let him go. There was no way to keep track of Fligh, but they could at least keep hold of Didi, their tie to Fligh.

  “There’s an air taxi!” Didi called, breathing hard. “I beg you, Obi-Wan, take it!”

  Obi-Wan signaled and the air taxi zoomed to a stop. It was empty except for the pilot.

  “The swoop obstacle course event, Stadium Five,” Obi-Wan said.

  The pilot nodded without turning and glided back into the air lane. Obi-Wan settled back into a seat next to Anakin.

  “What will we do when we get there?” Anakin asked him in a low tone.

  “I’m not sure yet,” Obi-Wan said. “We can’t say for sure the event is fixed. We can’t make that accusation without more proof.”

  The ship’s velocity pushed him back against the seat. Buildings were a blur of bright color as they flashed by.

  “Isn’t he going a trifle fast?” Didi asked, pressing his hands together.

  “Master, I feel a disturbance in the Force,” Anakin murmured.

  Obi-Wan had been startled by the same feeling. He rose and started toward the pilot, but the cruiser jerked violently to the left, almost throwing him to the floor. He grabbed a pole and righted himself, then started toward the pilot again. The ship veered to the right, grazing a sign. Metal shrieked and the cruiser lurched again. Didi fell off his seat with a yelp.

  Obi-Wan fought his way to the front of the taxi as the ship careened down the road, clipping branches, signs, and narrowly missing buildings. Then the pilot reversed the engines and zoomed down another spacelane…the wrong way.

  Cruisers were heading straight for them. The pilot pushed the speed to maximum and jumped to his feet. He balanced for a moment on the lip of the air taxi, then calmly leaped into the air. He was wearing an antigrav propulsion belt, so he dropped quickly but safely to the ground, leaving them in a runaway cruiser screaming the wrong way down an air lane.

  “We’re going to die!” Didi screamed.

  Chapter Ten

  Anakin vaulted over the rows of seats and landed in the pilot’s chair, his hands already outstretched for the controls. In midair, he had seen precisely what he needed to do.

  A less-experienced pilot would have immediately reduced speed. Anakin knew better. He needed the speed to avoid the collision. Instead of slowing, he made a hard right. The cruiser passed them by, so close Anakin could see the fearful gaze of the pilot, who did not have the time or reflexes to alter his course.

  The air taxi was slower and clumsier than a Podracer, but Anakin felt the familiar thrill of pushing a machine to its limits as he negotiated tight spaces at high speeds.

  As soon as they were past the cruiser, Anakin reduced speed while turning to the left. He had just enough speed to avoid the next collision. Then he kept the air taxi turning until they were facing in the correct direction. Anakin calmly joined the stream of traffic.

  Didi spoke from the floor, his head in his hands. “Are we dead yet?”

  “Good piloting, Padawan.�
� Obi-Wan sank into a seat behind Anakin. “That was close.”

  Didi rose shakily to his feet. “What kind of a pilot tries to crash an air taxi and then jumps off? I’ve had some bad air-taxi drivers, but…” He looked at the Jedi. “No. No, no.”

  “Yes,” Obi-Wan said. “It was deliberate. We were definitely targeted. Most likely by Fligh.”

  Didi shook his head. “Not Fligh. He’s my friend.”

  “Well, your friend told someone we were on our way to the stadium,” Anakin said. “That empty air taxi didn’t show up by accident.”

  Warning lights suddenly flashed behind them and a voice boomed. “Pull over. Ruling Power security. Repeat. Pull over.”

  “You’d better do it,” Obi-Wan told Anakin. “We’re going to have to explain this.”

  “Security!” Didi exclaimed. “You don’t need me, do you, Obi-Wan? I can go to the stadium and report to you what goes on—”

  “If I hear you placed a bet, you will regret it,” Obi-Wan warned him.

  “No bets!” Didi stood by the door, waiting for Anakin to slow enough for him to jump off. “Promise!”

  Anakin slowed the craft, and Didi leaped off and disappeared into the crowd as the security officers exited their Flash Speeder and approached the Jedi.

  The security officer was dressed completely in black. He flipped up the visor of his shiny helmet.

  “We received reports of a runaway air taxi endangering traffic.”

  “We are Jedi,” Obi-Wan said. “The pilot exited and disappeared, and we got the taxi under control.”

  The officer studied them for a moment, then entered the information into his palm-sized datapad. “Description?”

  Obi-Wan gave his estimates of height and weight. “He was dressed in the regulation air-taxi pilot uniform,” he said. “He had a reflective visor on his helmet, so his features were obscured, but he appeared to be a humanoid. Left earlobe slightly larger than the right. A tear on the third knuckle of his right glove. He was right-handed.”

  “One boot had a two-centimeter slash in the leather near the instep,” Anakin supplied. “Dark matter on the right glove.”

  “Possibly blood, but there was no evidence of injury, so we could assume it was from another being,” Obi-Wan interjected. “Sour smell indicates he had recently exerted himself. Perhaps from the battle to commandeer the air taxi. You’ll probably find an injured air-taxi pilot.”

  “We already have. He gave a description. He said the guy was tall.” The officer tucked the datapad into his belt. “Never believed that stuff about Jedi. Now I do. Larger left earlobe, huh?” He shook his head. “It’s good information, but the city is packed. We might not find him. You can proceed.”

  Stadium Five was now only steps away. Obi-Wan and Anakin hurried through the tall arches and into the open-air arena. Their ears rang with the noise of a roaring crowd. The race had already begun.

  Didi had entered the same way and was waiting for them by the refreshment stand while watching the race on a monitor. Obi-Wan saw that the large circular track was made up of many levels, from the floor of the arena to the top. Each level had a series of holographic obstacles for the swoops to avoid or evade, such as trees, creatures, and traffic officers. He hurried over. “Did they ask about Bog’s speeder?”

  “No, they were only interested in the air taxi,” Obi-Wan said. “Has anything odd happened?”

  “Nothing that I can see. All the swoops are performing well. The Alderaan pilot is in the lead.” Didi wrung his hands. “And to think I could have bet on him!”

  Obi-Wan strode toward a viewing platform. The noise of the crowd reverberated off the walls of the stadium and caused the air to ring against his ears. He was high above the race below. The agile swoops, wearing different planetary colors, zoomed around holographic obstacles that suddenly appeared in their paths. The crowd roared approval or fury at the spectacle.

  Obi-Wan watched carefully. The swoops seemed to be functioning perfectly. The pilots were battling with every ounce of concentration they possessed.

  “It has to be the timers,” he murmured to Anakin. “Someone must have tampered with them. Only a hundredth of a second off, and the race will be won.”

  “Are the timers controlled by one person?” Anakin asked.

  “I don’t know,” Obi-Wan said. “But we can find out.”

  The race ended with the Alderaan pilot zooming past the finish line to cheers and boos. Beside Obi-Wan, Didi groaned.

  “There goes my fortune,” he said.

  A viewing platform glided into the center of the stadium. A tall, handsome Euceron male held a flashing hologram embedded in crystal over his head. It was the first-place award. The crowd went wild.

  “It’s Maxo Vista,” Didi breathed in tones of awe.

  Anakin peered across the distance. “He’s older than I thought.”

  “He is magnificent,” Didi said.

  “Didi, I want you to do something for me,” Obi-Wan said, turning his back on the award ceremony. “First of all, stay out of trouble. Second, stick close to Fligh. I might need to talk to him again.”

  “All right, Obi-Wan. I will do what you say. My fate is intertwined with your desires,” Didi said, his sad eyes still on the ceremony.

  “Let us go, Padawan,” Obi-Wan said. “I’d like to have a word with the timekeeper for this event.”

  On the way to the exclusive VIP skybox on Level Twenty where the Games Council members and other officials sat, Obi-Wan contacted the keeper of the Archives, Jocasta Nu, at the Temple.

  “Can you do a quick search for me on a being named Quentor? Your basic operator who hangs around the Senate. He trades in information and stolen goods.”

  “What do you need to know?” Jocasta Nu asked.

  “I’m not sure. His whereabouts, for one thing. Any ties he might have to the Ruling Power of Euceron or the Galactic Games.”

  As he spoke, Obi-Wan stepped inside the Council skybox. In the first row of the box, Maxo Vista was talking to a tall Euceron dressed in a long white robe. Obi-Wan assumed the Euceron was a Ruler, but he didn’t know which one. He hung back for a moment.

  “Can we meet him? Can we meet Maxo Vista?” Anakin whispered, close by his side. He had heard stories of how Vista performed in the last Games.

  “Maxo Vista?” Jocasta Nu asked, overhearing Anakin. Her voice lost its businesslike quality. Obi-Wan had never heard her sound so warm. “Have you met him?”

  “No,” Obi-Wan said.

  “You don’t know who he is, do you?” Jocasta Nu demanded.

  “Can you retrieve that information for me?” Obi-Wan asked irritably.

  “Yes, Obi-Wan. I’ll do what I can.” Jocasta Nu’s voice brimmed with humor, an unusual occurrence.

  Maxo Vista caught sight of them and came forward with the tall Euceron. “I have hoped to meet the Jedi,” he said. “This is Ruler Three, one of the esteemed Ruling Power.”

  Obi-Wan introduced himself and Anakin. Maxo Vista flashed a charismatic smile, his vivid green eyes shining. “We are grateful that the Jedi have graciously agreed to attend the Games. With so many worlds coming together for these Games, it holds out a promise for peace throughout the galaxy.”

  Ruler Three bowed. “Our government thanks you. Now I must attend the next event.”

  As soon as Ruler Three had left, Obi-Wan turned back to Maxo Vista. “We would like to speak with the official timekeeper for this event.”

  “Of course.” Maxo leaned forward to touch a glowing screen. “That would be Aarno Dering.” He peered over at a glass skybox with an excellent view of the action. “He’s already left, I’m afraid. But I can give you his room number at the official Games quarters.”

  “We’d appreciate it.”

  Maxo Vista hesitated. “Is anything wrong?”

  “Just a routine check,” Obi-Wan assured him.

  He nodded and consulted the screen again, then gave them Aarno Dering’s location. Obi-Wan and Anakin hurried out
of Stadium Five. The air taxis were full of the departing crowd. Obi-Wan and Anakin threaded through the crowd, moving quickly and easily through the crush.

  “I can’t believe I actually met Maxo Vista,” Anakin said. “I’ll never forget his performance in the swoop races in the last Games. And did you see him in the holographic obstacle course? He set a new galactic record.” Obi-Wan’s face was blank, and Anakin sighed. “I can’t believe you don’t know who he is. Everybody—”

  “—knows Maxo Vista,” Obi-Wan finished. “But right now I’m more interested in Aarno Dering.”

  At the quarters, they passed the security checkpoint and quickly accessed a map for directions to Block Seven, Room 4116.

  “This way,” Obi-Wan said.

  They hurried down the outdoor walkways that connected the various temporary buildings built of hard duraplastoid materials in bright colors. When they reached Block Seven, they took a moving walkway up to the fourth story.

  “Room 4116 should be at the end of the walkway,” Anakin said.

  A tall humanoid male came out of a door at the end of the walkway. He paused while he carefully placed various personal items in different-sized pockets. His neutral gaze slid over the surrounding area and lit on the Jedi.

  He jumped and a look of surprised panic lit his eyes. He turned abruptly and headed the other way.

  “Aarno Dering?” Obi-Wan called, quickening his pace. “We’d like to talk to you.”

  Dering began to run. Obi-Wan and Anakin leaped forward in a surge of speed.

  Dering had a good head start, but he was no athlete. He leaped onto the moving walkway and zigzagged past athletes and workers, pushing some aside roughly. Obi-Wan leaped off the second story and landed lightly on the ground. Anakin followed.