We sing a song of thanksgiving, Si Treemba said. He Translated for Obi-wan.
The sun in finally hidden,
and here our world is black.
In this cave we have the stones
And our brothers at our back.
Outside the storms may threaten
But here the day is calm.
Well cleave to earth like flesh to bone.
With out brothers we belong.
It seemed a sad song to Obi-Wan. But he was not an Arconan. He was not used to making a cave his home. Perhaps to Si Treemba, the song sounded more joyous.
The Arconans sounded as if they were resigned to their deaths. He could not understand such resignation. The urge to act, to fight, was becoming stronger by the minute. Obi-Wan struggled against the feeling. Hed he been warned about his impatience again and again? This was his test. He must live by the Jedi Code and wait, even while his friend faded. It was the hardest thing hed ever done. But he trusted Qui-Gon.
Promise me, Obi-Wan said quietly to Si Treemba, that you wont let yourself die here.
We wont let ourselves die, Si Treemba promised.
Do you mean it? Youll hold on until Qui-Gon comes back? Obi-Wan asked urgently.
We will try to live, Obi-Wan, Si Treemba promised. But the dactyl must come soon.
Chapter 19
Cautiously, Qui-Gon Jinn inched up a ledge that no Humans should have been able to climb. In a pouring rain, he grasped small crevices with his fingers and toes, barely holding on.
He knew that he had to hurry. He had spent extra time approaching from the side of the mountain, knowing he would be too east to spot if he climbed directly up. But at last hed come to a point where he had to risk exposure. From now on, his path was straight up.
At the moment, he was more concerned about the draigons than the Hutts. The creatures were active now. Many had landed on crags above, as if to wait out the storm. He remained in the shadows, moving beneath rocks, afraid he might be spotted. Sometimes, he had to wait painful minutes until some draigon would turn its scaly silver head.
Patience, he told himself over and over again. We must have patience. That was the unwritten part of the Jedi Code. Yet it was hard to be patient when so many lives hung in the balance.
His fingers were chafed and bleeding. Nearby, lightning split the sky and thunder snarled. The sky was dark and lowering. Wind gusted and whistled among the stones.
He felt terribly exposed. He was a big man, a large target for the draigons. A flash of lightning could expose his position - or even knock him to his death.
He stopped for a long moment, panting. Rain poured down his forehead and made his clothes feel heavy. He felt half-frozen, and still weak from the wounds the pirate had dealt. He glanced toward the ocean. Not far off, a gleaming draigon dropped like a blaster bolt toward the sea, its wings folded.
It plunged into the pounding surf, then flapped its wings. As it rose from the white-capped waves, a huge glittering fish wriggled in its mouth.
Thankfully, the draigon had not seen him. Or if it had, it did not care for human flesh. Perhaps the draigons had never seen animals on land, and did not think to hunt there.
Qui-Gon did not dare looked down. Up above him a few hundred meters, he could see a faint mist vented from a crevice blowing wildly in the wind. It would take the sharp eye of someone who knew what they were looking for, but the mist was definitely tinted with yellow.
The dactyl would be there.
The travel was hard. There were no trails. Not a rock on this planet had ever been crushed underfoot. If he stepped on a rock, it was likely to twist beneath him. Even if it didnt turn, they felt sharp and painful beneath his feet. The only plants he found were small gray lichens that crusted over everything. When they were dry, walking on them was like walking on carpet. But once the morning rains began to fall, the lichens turned slick.
Though he could feel the Force guiding him to the dactyl, it still seemed an almost impossible task.
Lightning sizzled through the air. Thunder shook the stone beneath his fingertips. Wind gusted at his back. Qui-Gon clung to the face of the rock wall. His shoulder throbbed.
Not much farther, he told himself.
There was a flash just above his head. Splinters of rock stung his cheek.
For half a moment, he thought that a lightning bolt had nearly pierced him. But he realized that it was too small.
A blaster. Someone had shot at him!
Qui-Gon craned his neck, and tried to look down. He spotted them immediately in the rocks below. It was difficult for a Hutt to hide. It was Grelb, Jembas errand boy. He slithered along, flanked by several Whiphids. They raised heavy blaster rifles and fired again. The Hutt laughed merrily.
Blaster bolts exploded all around Qui-Gon.
His lightsaber was useless. There was nowhere to hide, no way to fight.
Painfully, Qui-Gon struggled upward.
Grelb the Hutt chortled in delight. His plan had worked perfectly. He knew Qui-Gon would have to appear around the side of the mountain and make the last ascent straight up to the dactyl. All he had to do was find a position, and wait.
At first, hed been afraid of the draigons, and hed kept still, hoping to be mistaken for a rock. But gradually, Grelb had grown comfortable. The draigons were probably fish-eaters, nothing more.
He didnt fear their teeth - but the rough stones of this world threatened to tear through even Grelbs thick hide. The Hutt wanted nothing more that to slither carefully back to the ship.
But right now he had a job to do kill the Jedi.
It was going to be a pleasure.
The Jedi was trapped on the cliff face above, squirming up toward the ledge where the dactyl was hidden. Qui-Gon had no blaster to shoot back with. He was a big target. It looked as if this would be an easy kill.
So Grelb told his cronies, Take your time. Have some fun.
His Whiphids whimpered in delight. They loved to torment helpless creatures. They kept up a steady barrage of fire, purposely missing the Jedi with every shot. They hit just close enough to try to terrify the Jedi.
Grelb chortled, Look at him squirm, boys! Reminds me of that puffer I ate for dinner last night!
But the truth was, the Jedi did not squirm. He didnt cringe, or try to scramble away. His pace didnt change at all. Slowly, methodically, he climbed the cliff face, even as rock splintered millimeters from his face.
The Whiphids grew angry. Is he blind? one asked in a complaining tone. This is no fun at all.
Grelb frowned. He did not want the Whiphids to complain. He needed their loyalty. How about a bet? he suggested. See who can blow off his boot.
Excellent! the first Whiphid cried. Bet you five I can knock off his boot in one shot!
In one shot? his companion hooted. And the bet was on.
To sweeten the deal, Grelb bet against the Whiphid at two-to-one odds. Eagerly, he watched the Jedi make his steady progress up the cliff. The two Whiphids who made the bet brought their guns to rest on their shoulders. He waited breathlessly for the first Whiphid to take his shot. Lightning flashed, thunder roared.
There was a blast of wind at Grelbs back.
The Jedi had his right foot on a tiny ledge. He reached out for a handhold above. He was precariously balanced. One shot in the foot would probably bring him down.
Shoot already! Grelb shouted.
Behind him, there was a strange noise. Something like an urp.
Grelb turned to look at the Whiphid marksman, and there standing hugely at Grelbs back was a draigon. It had landed so silently, he had not heard it.
It was the first hed seen up close. The draigon had tiny silver scales over all of its body, and huge yellow eyes like those on a fish. It had no front legs, only a single huge claw on each wing. And its mouth had the strangest teeth - like enormous needles that arced down from its gums. The monster vaguely reminded him of an Ithorian razor shark.
The huge reptile had half of the Whiph
id marksman in its mouth.
Aaagh! Grelb screamed as he slithered towards the nearest crevice.
The Whiphids all turned and began to fire at the draigon.
Qui-Gon pulled himself up the last three meters, then wedged himself into the small cave. There, he paused, panting for a long moment, clutching his sore right arm. The acrid scent of sulfur and ammonia assaulted him. He peered farther inside the cave. The dactyl crystals had been thrown on the smooth floor of the cave, and were giving off a dull yellowish glow.
Th blaster fire was coming fast as ever. The guns made a steady boom boom boom. But the shots were no longer directed at him. Instead, the Whiphids had hidden in the rocks, firing at draigons. The blaster fire attracted them by the score, and draigons roared in the sky, flocking down from the cliffs. Several of the huge beasts had collasped around the Whiphids, but others were wheeling from the skies in a feeding frenzy.
Qui-Gon looked down from the cliff, watching the struggle. He had traveled all morning without attracting the attention of a draigon. Now, by shooting their blasters, the stupid Whiphids were drawing them in droves.
Draigons screamed, a great shrieking cry, and dove out of the clouds on leathery silver wings. They soared over the stones and swiveled their heads. Teeth gleamed under the strobe of lightning flashes.
The Whiphids scattered and tried to hide beneath huge slabs of stone. One Whiphid roared in terror as a draigon dropped from the sky and plucked it from its hiding place.
Qui-Gon used the diversion to load the dactyl into the cloth sack he had brought. For several moments the Whiphids fought and screamed and died as dozens and dozens of the huge draigons plummeted toward them.
Suddenly, a great shadow blocked the light to the cave. A draigon shrieked, a cry so piercing tht the rock around qui-Gon trembled. He pressed himself against the side of the cave.
Outside the mouth of th e fissure, the draigon clutched the rock with its wing talons. It let out the piercing cry again, and Qui-Gon knew it was no use.
He had been seen.
As draigon hurtled from the skies, Grelb slithered quietly away.
The huge hairy Whiphids danced among the rocks, shooting their blasters and bellowing war cries. They made quite a diversion.
Fortunately for Grelb, young Hutts - like certain kinds of worms and slugs - are adept at squeezing through tight holes and wedging themselves between rocks.
Thus Grelb moved quickly away from the huge Whiphids, and let them battle the draigons alone.
He was half-way down the mountain when he finally dared to stick his head up enough to gaze off toward the vast ocean. Even then, he held his heavy blaster rifle close to his chest. The tide had indeed risen and now lapped against the hull of the Monument. But it looked as if Jemba had fled the ship in vain. It would not be swamped today. Grelb felt relieved to know that he might still make it off this rock alive.
Behind him, on the mountain, the Whiphids were issuing fewer war cries, and had quit firing their blasters. Grelb should have shivered in terror to think what had happened to them.
The draigons shriek had alerted others from the flock. They vied for position as the first draigon wedged its long silver head into the cave opening. Lightning streaked through the sky behind it. Teeth longer than knives flashed near Qui-Gons face, and he could smell the scent of dead fish on the draigons breath.
Suddenly, in the middle of his desperation, Qui-Gon felt something odd - a faint ripple in the Force. As he concentrated, it grew stronger. Someone was calling him, a Jedi.
Obi-Wan needs me! He realized.
Astonished, he pressed himself farther back in the cave. He needed to be calm, to think. The boy shouldnt have been able to call him. Obi-Wan was not his Padawan. They were not connected.
But he had no time to wonder about the calls meaning. It was urgent and must be obeyed. Hearing movement, Qui-Gon quickly glanced toward the cave opening. For a moment the draigon beat its wings against the stones, blocking Qui-Gons escape. Then suddenly it dropped from its clumsy perch.
Long had Qui-Gon followed the ways of the Force. Now he felt it beckon him. Run, it commanded. Go to Obi-Wan.
Qui-Gons heart pounded. He ran three steps and leaped from the mouth of the cave, knowing that two hundred meters below, the sharp rocks stuck up like swords. Yet he trusted the Force.
He did not fall even a dozen meters. His leap carried him straight to a draigon!
He hit the beasts neck with a thud. The creature was wet and slimy. Qui-Gon almost slipped off, but clung to its scaly hide with the tips of his fingers. The sore muscles in his shoulder throbbed and burned. He managed to swing his legs up and over, so that he was riding squarely on the draigons back.
The creature roared in terror. It had been flying up to eat the Jedi. Now it shook its neck, trying to throw him off. It shrieked again and again, then wheeled in panic and flapped its wings, dropping toward the sea.
Qui-Gon clutched his precious bag of dactyl in one hand and leaned close to the draigons neck. Using all og the power that he could muster, he whispered to the draigon.. Friend help me. Take me to the caves. Hurry!
The draigons that were hunting Whiphids heard the desperate shriek of Qui-Gons mount. They looked up and saw the man on its back. Now the draigons rose in a flock to give chase.
His mount flapped its wings and sped toward the caves. Qui-Gon wasnt sure he could control the beast for long, for its small mind was cruel, and it was driven by ravenous hunger.
Grelb had been lamenting the death of his Whiphid henchmen when he glanced back toward the mountain. Draigons flocks there by the hundreds.
To his amazement, he saw Qui-Gon Jinn leap from his crevasse onto the back of a hunting draigon. The Jedi wheeled away, down toward the ship.
Grelbs jaw dropped, and he dove for cover beneath a rock. There, he sat trembling. The Jedi was alive and heading back down the mountain. That meant only one thing.
Grelb was done for. Jemba would kill him with one blow as soon as he showed his face. Or perhaps he would kill him slowly as a lesson.
He had not clawed his way to a position of power, second only to Jemba, to let a Jedi defeat him. He had worked so hard! All that killing, all that torture of innocents, all that profit, it could not got to waste.
He would kill the Jedi himself, before Qui-Gon reached the caves and Jemba saw him.
As fast as he could, Grelb slithered among the rocks.
Chapter 20
In the caves the Arconans were fading fast. Their bioluminescent eyes were growing dim, like fading embers from a fire.
Nearby, ClatHa and a couple of other Humans helped care of the failing Arconans. The usually fiery woman looked drained, worn out. There was really nothing they could do for the Arconans except make them comfortable.
Si Treemba hadnt stirred in hours. He whispered to Obi-Wan that he was saving his strength. Yet Obi-Wan guessed his friend was really too weak to move.
Obi-Wan was desperate. He hated sitting by, unable to help, as his friend slowly died. A dozen times he had thought of running out to find Qui-Gon. But he resisted the urge. He had to stay by his friends side and protect him.
Obi-Wan rested his forehead on his knees in despair. He stared at the cave floor. What was the use of all his Jedi training? He had never felt so helpless. Nothing he had learned, nothing even Yoda had told him, could have prepared him for this moment. He had come to the end of everything - faith, hope, belief in himself. He had failed. All his life, he would remember this, his darkest moment.
Darkest moment . . .
A memory stirred in Obi-Wan. He remembered a twilight conference with Yoda. What is my limit, and how will I know when I find it? Obi-Wan had asked. And if I am pushed to the last, where can I turn for help?
That was when Yoda had told him that in moments of extreme danger, when he had done everything he could, he could use the Force to call another Jedi. Close, you must be, Yoda had said. Connected.
Qui-Gon may not have though
t they had a connection. But Obi-Wan had to try.
In the dark cave, he reached out for the Force. He felt it pulse, and he drew in its energy. He reached out with his Jedi senses, tried to feel the Jedi Masters presence. But Obi-Wan was a young man, and could not control the Force as he wanted. So silently, he simply called Qui-Gon! Come back now! The Arconans will die without the dactyl.
From the mouth of the cavern, there was a great rumbling laugh. Obi-Wan looked up. He had called Qui-Gon with everything he had, but instead, he had roused Jemba the Hutt. So much for his abilities.
Jemba towered above them, his immense bulk filled the mouth of the cavern. How are you all feeling? Well, I hope, he taunted. Well, in case youre not, I have dactyl for sale! Dactyl for the needy. All it will cost is your lives! We have some here, and much more hidden elsewhere.
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