Star Wars The New Jedi Order - Vector Prime - Book 1

by R. A. Salvatore

  In a box on a shelf hidden deep in that closet, Nom Anor kept his remaining infectious agents, and it occurred to him, though only briefly, that he might use this opportunity to infect the other two, as well. How crippled might the New Republic become if Leia Organa Solo suddenly succumbed to the same disease Mara Jade Skywalker was fighting? How debilitated might Leia and Luke, Mara and the always dangerous Han Solo become if Jaina Solo fell ill and died?

  Pleasant thoughts, no doubt, but Nom Anor couldn't take the chance of linking himself so obviously to the deadly infection. Along that same line of thinking, particularly given the sensory powers of the Jedi and the evasive nature of Noghri, Nom Anor realized that it would be a mistake to allow Leia and the others into these private quarters. He hustled to his door and pushed out into the hall, arriving just as Shok Tinoktin led the group around a bend in the corridor.

  He saw the spark of recognition on Mara's face, and he knew as she turned quickly to Leia that she was informing the other woman of his identity. In the back, Tamaktis Breetha bowed and held his position.

  Nom Anor nodded to Shok Tinoktin, and the man moved out of the way, allowing Leia a clear path to Nom Anor.

  She sucked in her breath; Nom Anor saw the recognition, the surprise, even horror, upon her face. He looked like Darth Vader!

  "I bring greetings from the council of the New Republic," Leia said in formal greeting, and the fact that she spoke so quickly, and with her voice controlled and even, offered Nom Anor a bit of insight into the strength of this woman. She was one to respect.

  "You bring interference where it is not wanted," he countered. Tamaktis Breetha gasped, and even Shok Tinoktin was a bit taken aback at Nom Anor's sudden surliness and brusque attitude.

  "We have come as arranged," Leia said. "An agreement between you and Borsk Fey'lya, I believe."

  "I agreed that an emissary could come," Nom Anor admitted. "To what end, I do not know. What can you contribute, Leia Organa Solo, to the dispute between Rhommamool and Osarian? What flame of hope can you light within the Rhommamoolians that their desperate cry for independence shall not be ignored by the New Republic, who speak of freedom as the greatest of all virtues?"

  "Perhaps we should retire to more private chambers," Leia suggested. Tamaktis Breetha seemed about to agree, but a look from Nom Anor cured him of that suicidal urge.

  "What have you to hide?" Nom Anor mocked her.

  "More comfortable quarters, then," the woman persisted.

  "Will a chair make you more comfortable?" Nom Anor asked. "Physically, perhaps, but will it make you more comfortable with the truth?"

  Leia looked at him incredulously.

  "For that is all that I have to offer you," Nom Anor rolled on. "The truth that Osarian has no claim over the people of Rhommamool. The truth of the frailties and failings of your New Republic. The truth of the false heroes, the Jedi Knights."

  " Your truth," Mara interjected, and Leia glanced back at her.

  Glad of the confirmation that his little tirade was wearing thin on them, Nom Anor didn't even try to hide his smile, though it was hardly visible through the black face screen.

  "There is only one truth," he said calmly. "It is when one does not like to hear it that one concocts other, more palatable versions."

  "If I may, Princess Leia," C-3PO began, moving forward. "There is ample history of the Jedi Knights to show them as true -"

  "Silence!" Nom Anor growled at the droid, and the powerful being trembled visibly, as if he was about to explode into murderous action against poor C-3PO, who was also trembling, though hardly in a threatening manner.

  "Are we to discuss the situation between Osarian and Rhommamool?" Leia asked, her tone diplomatic and soothing. She moved as she spoke to gentry push C-3PO back, and nodded to Jaina to collect the droid and to keep him quiet.

  "I thought we were doing just that," Nom Anor said, under complete control once more, as Leia turned back to him.

  "This is not a meeting," Leia countered. "It is a lecture in a hallway."

  "And even that is more than Borsk Fey'lya deserves," Nom Anor was quick to answer. "Would you not agree, former Councilor Solo?"

  "This is not about Borsk Fey'lya," Leia retorted, keeping her calm, though Nom Anor saw the fringes at the edge of that calm beginning to unravel. "This is about the fate of two worlds."

  "Who need nothing from the hypocritical New Republic," Nom Anor added. "The New Republic that speaks of peace and prosperity, when it means peace in terms of the lower classes having no power to gain wealth or power, and prosperity only for elite friends of the New Republic."

  Leia shook her head and sputtered a few undecipherable words.

  "Order your battle cruiser to destroy the Osarians' ability to attack Rhommamool," Nom Anor said in all seriousness. "Shoot down their starfighters and cripple their missile pads, and forbid them to rebuild such offensive weapons."

  Leia stared at him hard, and the depth of her expression, he knew, carried more than the frustration of the immediate circumstances, carried in it the remembered weight of long-ago enemies.

  "And when they leave us alone, the conflict will be at its end," Nom Anor went on. "Peace will prevail. And so will prosperity." He paused and brought a hand up to his black-masked face and struck a pensive pose. "Ah, yes, then prosperity will prevail, but it will be prosperity for Rhommamool and not Osarian, not the favored elite of the New Republic."

  "You can't believe what you're saying," Leia returned dryly.

  "Can't I?" Nom Anor asked, his voice dripping sarcasm. "A plausible read of the situation. Go out yourself among the streets of Redhaven and ask."

  "If you cared for the people of Rhommamool, you'd sit down and negotiate away this budding war," Leia said bluntly.

  "I thought that was what we just did," Nom Anor said.

  Leia's expression again turned incredulous.

  "I told you how to stop it," Nom Anor went on. "A simple call to the commander of your intervening terror weapon ..."

  Leia looked back at Mara and Jaina and shook her head.

  "Not what you expected?" came Nom Anor's sarcastic, taunting reply. "But more than you, or the New Republic, deserved. I think our positions are clear, and so I bid you turn about, back to your silly little flying box, and away from Rhommamool. I am afraid that I have lost patience with your foolishness."

  Leia stared at him long and hard, then turned on her heel and stormed away, sweeping up Jaina and Mara in her wake. Bolpuhr, too, turned about, but not until he had given a long and threatening stare at Nom Anor, who merely smiled widely in reply.

  C-3PO, too, turned to leave, but he lingered there a moment, wilting under Nom Anor's glare, perhaps the coldest stare he had ever felt.

  "Excuse me, sir, but may I inquire if there is a problem?" the droid gingerly asked.

  "One I could easily rectify," Nom Anor answered ominously, coming forward a step, his stance threatening.

  "Have I somehow offended you?" the droid politely asked, although he was quaking with fear.

  "Your mere existence offends me!" Nom Anor growled, and C-3PO, having heard enough - too much, actually - wheeled about and hustled away, calling for Princess Leia.

  "I did not expect such an encounter," Tamaktis Breetha dared to say, moving to stand beside Nom Anor.

  "Nor did I," Nom Anor replied. "I had thought the meeting would be boring, and hardly that much run." He looked at his former mayor and recognized the doubts on the man's face.

  "Speak your mind," Nom Anor bade him. "Your questions will only strengthen me."

  "Rhommamool will indeed need the help of the New Republic," Tamaktis Breetha said after a long pause.

  Nom Anor chuckled. The man didn't understand. This wasn't about Rhommamool - Nom Anor would hardly care if he left the place and then later learned that Osarian had completely obliterated it. Of course, he would never go on record making such a statement.

  "Our cause is bigger than the civil war between a pair of plan
ets," he told Tamaktis. "It is about the basic freedoms of citizens of the New Republic and basic fairness to the exploited masses everywhere. When that truth comes out, then Rhommamool will find all the allies it needs to crush the thief-lords of Osarian."

  The former mayor squared his shoulders as Nom Anor spoke, taking pride in the cause - the greater, if impractical, cause. "I will see that our guests depart promptly," he said, dipping a bow and, after Nom Anor motioned for him to proceed, starting away.

  Nom Anor went to Shok Tinoktin and gently patted the head of the still-excited shlecho newt.

  "The scent of the coomb spore was strong on her breath," Shok Tinoktin remarked.

  "And she wasn't as strong," Nom Anor added. "I could see it in the way she walked and held herself." Supremely pleased with himself, the executor headed for his private quarters, Shok Tinoktin moving to follow.

  "Make sure that their course away leads them past the square," Nom Anor said to him on sudden insight. "I want them to witness the devotion."

  Shok Tinoktin bowed and turned away.

  Nom Anor went into his room. He started for the two villips he had concealed in his closet, but changed his mind and went to his viewscreen instead, staring up at the images of the stars that were just beginning to peek out as the sun disappeared. Had they made contact? he wondered. Had the yammosk set up the controlling base?

  "He looked like Darth -" Jaina started to say.

  "Don't even talk about it," Leia cut her off, her tone leaving no room for debate. "Try to keep up, Threepio," she said, more sharply than she had intended, when the droid came bounding around a rounded corner in full flight, nearly crashing into one of the metal support girders that lined the hallway like a giant rib cage. "And try not to get lost."

  "Oh, never that, Princess Leia," C-3PO said, as sincere as he had ever been, and he glued himself to Leia's side.

  They continued along the winding maze of corridors, up stairwells and through heavy doors, and it occurred to all of them how defensible this place truly was, a bunker more than a statehouse. Also, given the number of stairs they climbed, and where they eventually came out, they realized that Nom Anor's private chambers were quite far below ground, something that had been lost on them in their trip down, a journey that had followed a more meandering route, along corridors they now understood to be gently, almost imperceptibly, sloping.

  They arrived at the Jade Sabre without incident, and the guards standing before the shuttle's hatch briskly stepped aside.

  "I wish that it could have gone better," Tamaktis Breetha remarked to Leia after Jaina, Mara, and C-3PO went aboard to begin departure preparations.

  "Perhaps you should tell that to Nom Anor," Leia replied, and the gentle-eyed old man bowed.

  "You must understand that Osarian has been ruling us as a virtual slave colony for decades," Tamaktis began.

  "I know the history, and the current standing," Leia replied. "Your intractable leader does not help the situation."

  Tamaktis, obviously unconvinced, didn't respond.

  Leia shook her head and moved into the ship, Bolpuhr gliding in behind her, the Noghri never taking his wary gaze from Tamaktis or the two sentries.

  "We've got a course change," Mara informed Leia as soon as she joined the others on the bridge, taking her customary seat behind Jaina.

  "They want us to fly low across the city, then vector out from the west," Jaina explained.

  "A trap?" the wary Leia asked.

  "I don't see the point," Mara said. "They could have taken out the shuttle while we were with Nom Anor, and could have easily captured us inside the complex."

  "Unless they're trying to make it look like an accident," Jaina put in.

  Leia nodded, reflecting her similar concerns.

  "They haven't got a thing that will take us out of the air once we're up and fully powered," Mara said firmly.

  "Nothing that we know about," Leia added, and that truth gave Mara pause.

  "We could signal the Mediator for an escort," Jaina offered.

  Leia shook her head. "Just follow their course," she offered. "But be ready to blast out of here at the slightest sign of trouble."

  They heard Bolpuhr give a low hiss in the hallway, apparently not pleased with that choice.

  "Maybe your Noghri noticed Nom Anor's resemblance to Darth Vader, as well," Mara said with a tension-breaking grin.

  But Leia shuddered visibly at the awful thought.

  The Jade Sabre lifted off and skimmed across the city, barely above the rooftops, as the departure controller ordered. A few moments later, Leia understood the design of this course change, as the great square of Redhaven came into view, where a celebration was in full swing, great bonfires burning.

  "What is that?" Jaina asked, pointing down at the huge pit, and Mara, equally curious, brought the Jade Sabre in for a low flyby.

  C-3PO wailed and the three women crinkled their faces when the truth of that pit became apparent, when they saw the battered, pitiful droids, some still moving or sparking, and every motion invariably drawing a new volley of stones from the crazed crowd that ringed the pit.

  "Barbaric!" C-3PO cried. "The inhumanity!"

  "Get us out of here," a disgusted Leia instructed, but Mara was already spinning the Jade Sabre up on end and punching full throttle, the roar of the twin engines making many of the fanatics in the square dive for cover. A squawk of protest came over the comm, but Mara just clicked it off.

  "Well," she said as they soared far, far away, "I warned you about Nom Anor. Still think I was exaggerating?"

  "He is about as infuriating as any being I've ever met," Leia agreed.

  "And once again, my sensitivity to the Force revealed nothing about him," Mara added. "Nothing. I even tried to silently call to him, just to get a reaction, but he didn't respond at all - I don't even know that he heard it - and so completely did he ignore me that there was little I could learn about him."

  "Same with me," Jaina admitted. "It's like he was totally devoid of the Force. I didn't like the feel of that other one, Shok Tinoktin, either."

  Mara nodded. "But I don't have the feeling that there was any hint of a bluff in Nom Anor's rebuttal," she said. "He brought us here for no better reason than to snub us, and even if Osarian puts the pressure on, I doubt that one will ever negotiate."

  Leia got up and rubbed her eyes, shook her head in utter frustration, and gave a helpless sigh. "I admire you," she said to Mara. "Truly. You met him once and agreed to do so again. You're a braver person than I."

  Luke and Jacen found the Millennium Falcon right where they left it, Docking Bay 3733, and judging from the sounds coming from the bay, the clank of metal wrenches, the hum of turbo drivers, and the stream of muttered curses, they figured that Han and Chewie were still trying to figure out how to fix the thing.

  On the way to Coruscant, Han had given the controls over to Anakin, who was more than a bit jealous that Mara often let Jaina fly the Jade Sabre , and the fifteen-year-old, predictably, pulled a few hotdogging maneuvers on the way down. But while the Millennium Falcon was surprisingly agile for a ship that looked more like an old garbage scow than a starfighter, she was also much, much more powerful. The Falcon had the agility to pull the turns Anakin put her through - though with his inertial compensator dialed down only 2 percent, everyone on board had nearly passed out from the g's - but the boy had apparently throttled up a bit too hard coming out of more than one. By the time Han had managed to take back the controls for the last remnant of the flight to dock, the Falcon was listing badly, with one engine and several repulsorlifts firing intermittently and unpredictably. Even now, secured in the bay, one of those repulsors popped off now and again, jolting the ship's edge up a few degrees, to bounce back down as the repulsor sputtered back out.

  Luke and Jacen exchanged a smile as the Falcon went up yet again, higher this time, nearly onto its side, then dropped fast to horizontal, slamming down against the floor.

  "Weeow!" came
the screech of R2-D2.

  "Chewie!" Han cried, from somewhere above the open lower landing ramp, followed by a thud, a swear or two, and a wrench bouncing down the ramp to clang out into the docking bay.

  Han staggered down behind, covered in grease and sweat, muttering every step of the way. He bent to retrieve the wrench, but stopped and glanced up at his returning son and brother-in-law.

  "Teenagers," he muttered.

  "I thought you'd have it fixed by now," Luke replied.

  "All but that number-seven repulsor," Han explained. "Something crossed and shorted in one of the kid's rocker-rolls. Keeps firing off and on even if we power her down. Artoo got a bit of a shock when he plugged into the nav computer."

  Luke smiled widely. Ever since he had met Han and set eyes on the Falcon , he considered the two, pilot and ship, to be almost spiritually linked. Both were a patchwork of seemingly unrelated skills, and both were far more formidable than they appeared. And both, Luke thought now, always seemed to be breaking down and defying logic in the repair mode.

  "Try it now!" came Anakin's voice from within, answered by a Wookiee wail.

  The Falcon hummed to life, repulsorlifts firing in testing sequence one-ten, two-nine, three-eight, four ... seven.

  And seven fired beautifully.

  "Kid's got talent," Han remarked, but even as he said it, something inside the Falcon exploded and thick smoke poured down the landing ramp, accompanied by another R2-D2 "Weeow!"

  Chewie wailed again.

  "You pushed it too fast!" Anakin yelled at the Wookiee, and Chewie's wail became a growl, and a moment later, Anakin came running down the ramp, waving the smoke from his face, as filthy as if he had just dived face-first into a Tinuvian tar pit.

  He skidded to a stop before his glowering father.

  "He pushed it too fast," Anakin sheepishly tried to explain.

  "You pushed it too fast," Han countered, anger rising.

  "You said I -"

  "I said you could fly it," Han interrupted, poking his finger at the boy. "I didn't say you could try to outdo your sister, because you can't, you know. And you can't turn the Falcon the way you turn a landspeeder!"