The Essential Novels

by James Luceno

  Farther on, at a confluence of twisting streets, Shryne perceived Commander Salvo and a platoon of troopers dispersed in a tight semicircle. Not, however, to provide the Jedi with cover fire in case they were being pursued. Shryne’s earlier sense of misgiving blossomed into alarm, and he shouted for Chatak and Starstone to drop to the ground.

  They no sooner did when a series of concussive detonations shook the street. But the blasts had been shaped to blow at Salvo’s position rather than at the Jedi.

  Shryne grasped instantly that the flameless explosions had been produced by ECDs—electrostatic charge detonators. Used to disable droids, an ECD was a tactical version of the magnetic-pulse weapon the gunships had released on reaching the beach. Caught in the detonators’ indiscriminate blast radius, Salvo and his troopers yelled in surprise as their helmet imaging systems and weapons responded to the surge by going offline. Momentarily blinded by light-flare from heads-up displays, the troopers struggled to remove their helmets and simultaneously reach for the combat knives strapped to their belts.

  By then, though, Captain Climber and the rest of Ion Team had rushed into the open from where they had been hiding, two of the commandos already racing toward the temporarily blinded troopers.

  “Gather weapons!” Climber instructed. “No firing!”

  Blaster in hand and helmet under one arm, Climber advanced slowly on the three Jedi. “No mind tricks, General,” he warned.

  Shryne wasn’t certain that the Jedi technique was even included in his repertoire any longer, but he kept that to himself.

  “My specs have their white-noise hardware enabled,” Climber went on. “If they hear me repeat so much as a phrase of what you say to me, they have orders to waste you. Understood?”

  Shryne didn’t deactivate his lightsaber, but allowed it to drop from his right shoulder to point at the ground. Chatak and Starstone followed suit, but remained in defensive stances.

  “What’s this about, Climber?”

  “We received orders to kill you.”

  Shryne stared at him in disbelief. “Who issued the order?”

  Climber gave his jaw a flick, as if to indicate something behind him. “You’ll have to ask Commander Salvo, sir.”

  “Climber, where are you?” Salvo shouted as Climber’s spec-two was escorting the commander forward. The commander’s helmet was off and he had his gloved hands pressed to his eyes. “You blew those ECDs?”

  “We did, sir. To get to the bottom of this.”

  Sensing Shryne’s approach, Salvo raised his armored fists.

  “At ease, Commander,” Shryne told him.

  Salvo relaxed somewhat. “Are we your prisoners, then?”

  “You gave the order to kill us?”

  “I won’t answer that,” Salvo said.

  “Commander, if this has anything to do with our earlier head-butting—”

  “Don’t flatter yourself, General. This is beyond both of us.”

  Shryne was confused. “Then the order didn’t originate with you. Did you ask for verification?”

  Salvo shook his head no. “That wasn’t necessary.”

  “Climber?” Shryne said.

  “I don’t know any more than you know, General. And I doubt that Commander Salvo will be as easily persuaded to part with information as our captive merc was.”

  “General Shryne,” the spec-one interrupted, tapping his forefinger against the side of his helmet. “Comlink from forward operations. Additional platoons are on their way to Aurek-Bacta to reinforce.”

  Climber looked Shryne in the eye. “Sir, we’re not going to be able to stop all of them, and if it comes to a fight, we’re not going to be able to help you any more than we have. We don’t kill our own.”

  “I understand, Climber.”

  “This has to be a mistake, sir.”

  “I agree.”

  “For old times’ sake, I’m giving you a chance to escape. But orders are orders. If we find you, we will engage.” Climber held Shryne’s gaze. “Of course, sir, you could kill all of us now, and increase your odds of surviving.”

  Salvo and the spec-two made nervous movements.

  “As you put it,” Shryne said, “we don’t fire on our own.”

  Climber nodded in relief. “Exactly what I would have expected you to say, General. Makes me feel all right about disobeying a direct order, and accepting whatever flak flies our way as a result.”

  “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that, Climber.”

  “Hope is not something we store in our kit, General.”

  Shryne touched him on the upper arm. “One day you may have to.”

  “Yes, sir. Now get a move on before you’re forced to put those lightsabers to the test.”

  A chorus of ready tones announced that helmet imaging systems, heads-up displays, and weapons had recovered from the magnetic-pulse effects of the ECDs and were back online.

  The troopers, also recovered, didn’t waste a moment in arming their rifles and leveling them at the four commandos, who had their DC-17s raised in anticipation of just such a standoff.

  Arms outstretched, Commander Salvo rushed to position himself between the two groups before a blaster bolt could be fired.

  “Stand down, all of you!” he snapped. “That’s an order!” He glanced menacingly at Climber. “You had better comply this time.”

  While weapons were being lowered all around and the first of the reinforcement platoons was arriving—the troopers plainly confused by the scene unfolding in front of them—Salvo motioned the squad leader off to one side.

  “Has your programming been wiped?” Salvo asked. “Our orders came down from the top of the command chain.”

  “I thought the Jedi were the top of the chain.”

  “From the Commander in Chief, Climber. Do you copy?”

  “Supreme Chancellor Palpatine?”

  Salvo nodded. “Evidently you and your team need reminding that we serve the Chancellor, not the Jedi.”

  Climber considered it. “Were you apprised of what the Jedi have done to prompt an order of execution?”

  Salvo’s upper lip curled. “That doesn’t concern me, Climber, and it shouldn’t concern you.”

  “You’re right, Commander. I must have been misprogrammed. All this time I’ve accepted that the Grand Army and the Jedi Knights served the Republic. No one said anything to me about serving Palpatine first and foremost.”

  “Palpatine is the Republic, Climber.”

  “Palpatine issued the orders personally?”

  “His command was to execute an order that has been in place since before the start of the war.”

  Climber took a moment to consider it. “Here’s my take on it, Commander. It all comes down to serving the ones who are fighting alongside you, watching your back, putting a weapon in your hand when you need it most.”

  Salvo sharpened his tone. “We’re not going to argue this now. But I promise you this much: if we don’t catch them, you’ll pay for your treason—you and your entire team.”

  Climber nodded. “We knew that going in.”

  Salvo took a breath and gave his head a rueful shake. “You shouldn’t be thinking for yourself, brother. It’s more dangerous than you know.”

  He swung to the members of his platoon and the recent arrivals.

  “Platoon leaders, switch your comlinks to encrypted command frequency zero-zero-four. Have your troopers fan out. Grid search. Every building, every nook and cranny. You know what you’re up against, so keep your wits about you.”

  “Ever see a Jedi run, Commander?” a platoon leader asked. “My guess is they’re already ten klicks from here.”

  Salvo turned to his comlink specialist. “Contact the Gallant. Inform command that we have a situation, and that we’re going to need whatever seeker droids and BARC detachments can be spared.”

  “Commander,” the same platoon leader said, “unless the Seps are in on this hunt, we’re going to have our hands full. Are we here to take M
urkhana or the Jedi?”

  Climber smirked. “Don’t make matters worse by trying to confuse him, Lieutenant.”

  Gesturing with his forefinger, Salvo said: “Worse for you if they escape.”

  Shryne knew Murkhana City by heart.

  “This way … Down here … Up there,” he instructed as they made their escape, using the speed granted by the Force to put kilometers between themselves and their new enemy.

  The city was wide open to bombardment now. The energy shields were down and the anti-laser aerosols had diffused. Two additional Star Destroyers hung over the bay, but Republic forces were continuing to show restraint. Most of the intense fighting was still occurring around the landing platform, although the hexagonal field itself was not being targeted, as it and the three bridges that remained were essential for moving troopers and matériel into the city. Shryne figured that once the landing platform was taken, the Separatists would probably blow the rest of the bridges, if only to slow the inevitable occupation, while residents continued to flee for their lives.

  In the streets, firefights were undergoing a conspicuous change now that the clone troopers had been issued a new priority. Separatist mercenaries and battle droids were making the most of the confusion. Shryne, Chatak, and Starstone had witnessed several instances when platoons of clones disengaged from fighting, presumably to continue the hunt for the Jedi.

  When Shryne felt that the three of them had a moment to spare he led them into a deserted building and pulled his comlink from his belt.

  “The troopers have changed frequencies to prevent our eavesdropping on them,” he said.

  “That doesn’t affect our knowing their methods for conducting a search,” Chatak said.

  “We can avoid them for however long it takes to clear this up. If it comes down to worst cases, I have contacts in the city who might be able to help us escape.”

  “Whose lives are we protecting here,” Starstone asked in an edgy voice, “ours or the troopers’? I mean, aren’t we the ones who had them grown?”

  Shryne and Chatak traded secret glances.

  “I’m not going to start killing troopers,” Shryne said emphatically.

  Chatak glanced at her Padawan. “That’s what battle droids were created for.”

  Starstone gnawed at her lower lip. “What about Master Loorne and the others?”

  Shryne made adjustments to his comlink. “Still no response from any of them. And not because of signal jamming.”

  Knowing that Chatak was doing the same, he stretched out with the Force, but no reverberations attended his call.

  Chatak’s shoulders slumped. “They’ve been killed.”

  Starstone sighed and hung her head.

  “Draw on your training, Padawan,” Chatak said quickly. “They’re with the Force.”

  They’re dead, Shryne thought.

  Starstone looked up at him. “Why have they turned on us?”

  “Salvo implied that the order came from high up.”

  “That can only mean the Office of the Supreme Chancellor,” Chatak said.

  Shryne shook his head. “That doesn’t make sense. Palpatine owes his life to Skywalker and Master Kenobi.”

  “Then this has to be a miscommunication,” Starstone chimed in. “For all we know, the Corporate Alliance broke the High Command code and issued counterfeit orders to our company commanders.”

  “Right about now that would be a best-case scenario,” Shryne said. “If our comlinks were powerful enough to contact the Temple …”

  “But the Temple can contact us,” Starstone said.

  “And it might yet,” Chatak said.

  “Maybe Passel Argente cut a deal with the Supreme Chancellor to spare Murkhana,” Starstone said.

  Shryne glanced at her. “How many more theories are you planning to offer?” he said, more harshly than he meant to.

  “I’m sorry, Master.”

  “Patience, Padawan,” Chatak said in a comforting voice.

  Shryne slipped the comlink back into its pouch. “We need to avoid further engagements with droids or mercenaries. Lightsaber wounds are easy to identify. We don’t want to leave a trail.”

  Exiting the building, they resumed their careful climb into the hills.

  Everywhere they turned, the streets were crowded with clone troopers, battle droids, and masses of fleeing Koorivar. Before they had gone even a kilometer, Shryne brought them to a halt once more.

  “We’re getting nowhere fast. If we ditch our robes, we might have better luck at blending in.”

  Chatak regarded him dubiously. “What do you have in mind, Roan?”

  “We find a couple of mercenaries and take their robes and headcloths.” He gazed at Chatak and Starstone in turn. “If the troopers can switch sides, then so can we.”

  Salvo ended his helmet comlink communication with Murkhana’s theater commanders and joined Climber at what had become the troopers’ forward command base. The other three commandos were searching for the escaped Jedi, but Salvo didn’t want the squad leader out of his sight.

  “General Loorne and the two Jedi Knights he arrived with were ambushed and killed,” Salvo shared with Climber. “Apparently no troopers among the Twenty-second staked a claim to the moral high ground.”

  Climber let the remark go. “Did you report our actions to High Command?”

  Salvo shook his head. “But don’t think I won’t. Like I told you, it depends on whether we’re able to kill them. Just now I don’t want your actions reflecting negatively on my command.”

  “Did you learn anything about what prompted the execution order?”

  Salvo spent a moment arguing with himself about what he should and should not reveal. “Theater command reports that four Jedi Masters attempted to assassinate Supreme Chancellor Palpatine in his chambers on Coruscant. The reason is unclear, but it appears that the Jedi have been angling from the start to assume control of the Republic, and that the war may have been engineered to help bring that about.”

  Climber was stunned. “So Palpatine’s order was put in place because he anticipated that the Jedi might try something?”

  “It’s not unusual to have a contingency plan, Climber. You should know that better than anyone.”

  Climber thought hard about it. “How does it make you feel, Commander—about what the Jedi did, I mean?”

  Salvo took a moment to respond. “As far as I’m concerned, their treachery just adds more enemies to the list. Other than that, I don’t feel one way or another about it.”

  Climber studied Salvo. “You know, word among some of the troopers is that the Jedi had a hand in ordering the creation of the Grand Army. Were they figuring we’d side with them when they grabbed control, or would they have turned on us eventually?”

  “No way to know.”

  “Except they made their move too soon.”

  Salvo nodded. “Even now, troopers and Jedi are battling it out inside the Temple on Coruscant. Thousands are believed dead.”

  “I’ve never been to Coruscant,” Climber said, breaking a brief silence. “Closest I ever came was training on one of the inner worlds of that system. You’ve been there?”

  “Once. Before the start of the Outer Rim Sieges.”

  “Who would you rather be serving, Commander—Palpatine or the Jedi?”

  “That’s outside the scope of the part we were created to play, Climber. When this war ends, we’ll be sitting pretty. I wouldn’t have thought so even twelve hours ago, but now, with the Jedi out of the picture, I suspect we’re in for a promotion.”

  Climber glanced at the sky. “Going to be dark soon. Puts our search teams at high risk of being ambushed by Seps.”

  Salvo shrugged. “More than a hundred seeker droids have been deployed. Shouldn’t be hard to find three Jedi.”

  Climber blew his breath out in derision. “You know as well as I do that they’re too smart to be caught.”

  “Granted,” Salvo said. “By now, they’re probably wea
ring bodysuits and armor.”

  Eat,” Shryne said, forcing some of the rations he had taken from his utility belt on a distracted Olee Starstone. “We don’t know when we’ll have another chance.”

  Several hours had passed since they had fled the ambush site, and they’d traveled clear across the city to an empty warehouse close to the access ramps of the northernmost of the landing platform bridges. It was midnight, and they were attired in the garb of three mercenaries they had taken by surprise behind the Argente Tower.

  Shryne continued. “There may come a point when we’ll have to get rid of our comlinks, beacon transceivers, and lightsabers. Being taken prisoner could be our way off Murkhana.”

  “Should we use Force influence?” Starstone said.

  “That might work on a couple of troopers at a time,” Shryne said, “but not an entire platoon, much less a full company.”

  Chatak eyed her Padawan with clear intent. “It’s a matter of surviving until the Republic is victorious.”

  Shryne had a ration pack lifted to his mouth when his beacon transceiver began to vibrate. He fished the device from the deep pocket of the Koorivar robe and regarded it in silence.

  “Could be troopers, tapping into our frequencies,” Chatak said.

  Shryne studied the beacon’s small display screen. “It’s a coded burst-transmission from the Temple.”

  Chatak hurried to his side to peer over his shoulder. “Can you decipher it?”

  “It’s not a simple Nine Thirteen,” Shryne said, referring to the code the Jedi used to locate one another in emergency situations. “Give me a moment.” When the burst-transmission began to recycle, he turned to Chatak in stark incredulity. “The High Council is ordering all Jedi back to Coruscant.”

  Chatak was dumbfounded.

  “No explanation,” Shryne said.

  Chatak stood up and paced away from him. “What could have happened?”

  He thought about it. “A follow-up attack on Coruscant by Grievous?”

  “Perhaps,” Chatak said. “But that doesn’t account for the clone troopers’ disloyalty.”

  “Maybe there’s been a universal clone trooper revolt,” Starstone suggested. “The Kaminoans could have betrayed us. All these years, they could have been in league with Count Dooku. They could have programmed the troopers to revolt at a predetermined time.”