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

by R. A. Salvatore

  Soon enough, the yammosk's secretions wore away, and the ice fast covered the hole. But not before another gigantic creature, a brownish tubular worm, had slipped one end out from the worldship, down the hollowed chute, and into the water. The air inside this tubular creature was too warm for the ice to reform, making it the lifeline and communications line for Da'Gara and the others back to their vessel.

  The pilots of the coralskippers went to work next, carefully overlapping the membrane and then releasing it. They flew to the higher docking bay on the ship, and there they awaited the orders of the war coordinator.

  "The gravity of the planet got it anyway!" Bensin Tomri announced excitedly. All fifteen were in the control room then, hoping for just such an event, hoping that the acceleration of the comet would not allow it to get past the fourth planet.

  They all watched intently as the small blip approached the planet, and then ...

  Nothing. Not an explosion, not the vaporization of the ice planet.

  Nothing.

  "What the heck?" more than one confused scientist asked, and every one of them was scratching his or her head. All the data coming back from this comet had been inconclusive, showing them no signs of anything familiar in its composition, and now this.

  "Did you get that communications tower fixed?" Danni asked Garth rather sharply.

  "The only thing I haven't tried yet is climbing up the thing to check the connections on that end," the man replied in the same frustrated tone.

  Danni's look showed no compromise.

  "I'll do it. I'll do it," he said, throwing his hands up in defeat, and he stormed out of the room.

  "Does anyone have any idea of what we just saw?" the frustrated Danni asked, turning her attention back to the viewscreen.

  No answers came back at her.

  "We've got to contact ExGal," Bensin remarked. "Either with the tower, or from space."

  "You want to take the Spacecaster up?" another asked doubtfully.

  "That's just what we'll do," Danni interjected. "We'll take it up and all the way to the planet, and we'll give a call out to the galactic net on the way."

  There came no arguments, but neither did anyone in the room seem overly thrilled with that prospect. The last time the aging Spacecaster had been used, it had barely made orbit, and the prospect of flying it all the way to the Helska system was more than a bit intimidating.

  Except to Yomin Carr, who thought the whole scene of bumbling, undisciplined scientists rather enlightening.

  Chapter 6 Take Me Far, Far Away The Jade Sabre came out of hyperspace for the last leg of its journey to Coruscant. Jaina handled all the plotting, engaging and disengaging the hyperdrive, with Mara watching over her, and now, back at sublight, Mara was so confident in the girl that she gave her the bridge alone.

  Leia was surprised when she entered to see her daughter sitting comfortably at the controls, with Mara nowhere in sight. "Where's your aunt?" she asked.

  Jaina turned, her smile wide. "She said she was tired."

  Leia moved to take the seat beside Jaina. "How long to Coruscant?" she asked.

  "Two hours," Jaina replied. "Mara told me to come out of lightspeed early because of the heavy traffic in the region. She wants me to wake her up before the final approach."

  Leia nodded and sat back. She, too, was tired - tired of it all. Over the last years, she kept resigning her posts, and then allowing herself to be dragged back in, often poignantly reminded, or reminding herself, that a million lives could hang in the balance. Leia was considered among the finest diplomats in the New Republic hierarchy, the one person whose heroic reputation, negotiating skills, and true empathy would allow her to intervene in pending crises.

  She closed her eyes and gave a self-deprecating chuckle, reminding herself that all those skills and reputation had done absolutely nothing to help the Osarian-Rhommamool situation. The Rhommamoolians had many legitimate complaints against Osarian. The Osarians lived much better than their Rhommamoolian counterparts, relaxing in luxury off the labors of the miners, and it was no secret that the Rhommamoolians were greatly underrepresented in the Osarian government. Now, though, those complaints had been compounded and exploited, turned into something zealous and religious in nature, and what should have been a workers' arbitration was in danger of becoming a holy war.

  In great danger, Leia now understood, for in all her years, she had rarely dealt with anyone as intractable as Nom Anor, or at least, as intractable as Nom Anor given the fact that the man and the people he was supposedly representing were likely going to get annihilated in a war they could not win. After the disastrous meeting, Leia had made many calls to him from her post on the Mediator , and he had answered every one.

  Usually just to tell her that he had no time to speak with her.

  With those annoying thoughts in mind, Leia drifted off to sleep.

  "Wow," Jaina breathed, and Leia popped open her eyes, thinking there might be trouble.

  "What is it?" she asked with obvious alarm.

  "Mon Calamari Star Defender," Jaina answered, pointing toward the upper left quadrant of the screen. With a flick of her other hand, she angled the viewer to bring the beautiful ship into complete view.

  And it was spectacular. Like all the Mon Calamari ships, this one was unique, an artwork, sleek and flowing, and ultimately deadly. It was the largest ship ever produced on that watery world, nearly twice the size of the battle cruiser they had left behind between Osarian and Rhommamool, and the first Mon Calamari Star Defender produced for the New Republic fleet.

  "The Viscount ," Leia remarked. "Just commissioned two weeks ago. It must be making a flyby for the approval of the council."

  "Wow," Jaina breathed again, those brown eyes sparkling.

  Leia silently laughed at herself. When she had heard Jaina's gasp, she had immediately assumed there was trouble, and she had worried that Jaina couldn't handle it. She examined her apparent lack of confidence in her daughter then, and for a moment believed she must be a terrible mother to think so little of the proven girl.

  No, not girl, Leia reminded herself. Young woman.

  When she had first come in, after finishing the report of the brewing disaster on Rhommamool, and seen Jaina alone, her heart had skipped a beat. Yet Mara, as competent a pilot and responsible an adult as Leia had ever known, had seen fit to leave Jaina on her own.

  Why couldn't Leia hold that same confidence in her own child?

  She studied Jaina carefully, the sureness of her movements, the calm expression on her face.

  "How close now?" she asked.

  Jaina shrugged. "You were asleep for over an hour," she explained. "We've got another half hour, maybe, depending on the course they tell us to follow."

  "I'll go get Mara," Leia offered, climbing out of her chair and stretching away the last remnants of sleep.

  "You could let her rest," Jaina suggested. "I can bring the Jade Sabre down."

  Leia thought it over for a moment. Yes, Jaina could land the shuttle with no problems, and Leia was an experienced pilot and could watch over her all the way, and Mara could certainly use all the rest she could find. She almost agreed.

  Almost - and again came those nagging doubts about the way she mothered Jaina.

  "It's Mara's ship," she said. "To land it without her explicit permission would be a slight against her."

  Glad for the etiquette dodge, Leia smiled and patted Jaina's shoulder. "I know you'd put it down so softly that Mara wouldn't even shift in her bed," she said, and she winked at Jaina when the young woman looked up at her.

  That brought a smile to Jaina's face, and Leia patted her shoulder again and left the bridge, heading for Mara's room.

  She paused outside the door and lifted her hand to knock, but then hesitated, hearing quiet sounds coming from within. Leia put her ear to the door and listened carefully.

  She heard only an occasional sniffle, and Leia understood that Mara was crying.

  "Mara?" she
called softly, and knocked on the door.

  No reply, and Leia pushed the button and let the door slide away. Mara sat on her bed, her back to Leia, her shoulders hunched slightly, as if she had just gotten control of her emotions.

  "Are you all right?" Leia asked. Mara nodded.

  Leia moved over and sat on the bed beside her, draping her arm across Mara's shoulders as soon as she recognized the moistness rimming the woman's eyes.

  "What is it?" she asked softly.

  Mara sat up straighter and took a deep breath, ending in a forced smile. "Nothing at all," she answered.

  Leia stared at her skeptically.

  "A dream," Mara clarified. "And when I woke up, I was just being foolish."

  "Do you want to talk about it?"

  Mara shrugged.

  Leia waited a moment longer, but the other woman apparently would not offer anything more. "We're nearing Coruscant," Leia explained. "Would you like me to help Jaina bring her in?"

  "I can do it," Mara assured her. She rose and started for the door, a step full of stiffness that brought a wince to her face.

  Leia was up in an instant, hooking Mara under the arm for support.

  "I just slept in a twisted position," Mara tried to explain, but Leia, not buying that for a moment, didn't let go. She came around Mara's side and gently forced her to sit back on the edge of the bed.

  "It's not the way you slept," she said. "It's the disease, isn't it?"

  Mara looked up at her, successfully fighting back any trace of tears. "It came on again a little while ago," she admitted.

  Leia sighed and shook her head, wishing there was something, anything, she could do to help her sister-in-law, her dear friend.

  "That's fairly common, you said," she prompted. "Is there something different about the attack this time?"

  Mara looked away.

  "You have to tell me," Leia said, more sternly than she had intended, and the look Mara returned to her, not of anger or violation, but more of incredulity, set Leia back. Why did Mara have to tell her, after all? It wasn't as if she could do anything to help the woman. All of the others who had come down with this disease had told their doctors and had subsequently been referred to the best physicians in the New Republic. All of them had detailed every twinge, every ache, and had begged for any help at all. They were all dead, or soon would be.

  "I'm sorry," Leia said, that disturbing thought hanging thick in her mind. "You don't have to tell me anything." She leaned forward and kissed Mara on the cheek, then rose to leave, offering the woman her hand.

  Mara took that hand, but instead of getting up, she pulled Leia back down to the bed beside her. Then she stared long and hard into Leia's eyes. "My womb, this time," she said.

  Leia crinkled her face, not understanding.

  "This illness," Mara explained. "It came to me again while I slept, this time attacking my womb."

  Leia's eyes widened with fear. "Did you defeat it?"

  Mara nodded, and managed a slight smile. "It won't kill me yet," she replied with a less-than-comforting chuckle.

  Leia nodded, full of admiration for this strong and stoic woman. Every time the disease had cropped up, Mara had focused her strength, had focused the Force inward, and beat it back. "But it was more difficult this time," Leia remarked, thinking she had the answer to Mara's uncharacteristic tearful reaction.

  The woman shook her head. "Not so bad an attack," she replied.

  "Then what?" Leia asked.

  Mara took another deep breath. "My womb," she said solemnly.

  Then it hit Leia fully. "You're afraid you might not be able to have any children," she said.

  "I'm not so young anymore," Mara answered with a self-deprecating chuckle.

  It was true enough - Mara, like Leia and Luke, was past forty, but except for the disease, she was very healthy and, as far as Leia knew, still able to have kids. Leia surely understood the woman's concerns, though, given the disease's attack on her very core of womanhood.

  "When I married your brother, we talked about having kids," Mara explained. "He had watched your three grow so strong and wonderful, and more than anything in the world, we both wanted our own."

  "You can still have them," Leia assured her.

  "Perhaps," Mara answered. "But who knows, Leia? I'm growing tired of fighting, and this disease shows no signs of letting up."

  "Nor is it gaining any ground," Leia reminded.

  "I haven't given up," Mara assured her. "But I can't have kids now - I don't even know if I'd pass this along to them, or if they'd be killed by it inside of me. And who knows when it will be over, or if it will have caused too much damage for me to ever have them?"

  Leia wanted to say something reassuring, but how could she possibly dismiss Mara's obviously well-grounded logic? She put her arm on the woman's shoulder. "You have to keep hoping," she said.

  Mara managed a smile. "I will," she promised. "Besides, I've got Jaina under my wing now, and that's almost as good."

  A quick flash across Leia's face betrayed her.

  "What?" Mara asked with concern.

  Leia blushed and laughed out loud.

  "What?"

  "There have been times when I've been so jealous of you and Jaina," Leia admitted, smiling with every word. "I see the bond between you, and I feel both wonderful that Jaina has found so inspiring a friend and mentor, and awful. When I see the two of you working together, I want to rush over and hug you and choke you all at once!"

  Mara's expression revealed true concern, until Leia fell over her, wrapping her in a tight hug. "Oh, you'll beat this," Leia said. "You will. And you'll have babies, and maybe soon after you, Jaina will have her own." She pushed Mara back to arm's length. "And won't that be fun?" she asked. "The three of us sitting around, trading stories, while Luke gets to baby-sit them all."

  It was the perfect thing to say at that moment, and the edges of Mara's lips turned up, just a bit, into a smile, and a flash of hope crossed her vivid green eyes.

  Leia knew, though, as she and Mara headed back to the bridge, that it might well be a fleeting hope, and an image of herself and Jaina sitting and talking to Jaina's babies about their brave, deceased great-aunt Mara nearly broke her down at that moment.

  Nearly, but she held back the tears. She had to, they all had to, for Mara's sake.

  Jacen heard the telltale hiss and electric snapping as he approached the main chamber of the Millennium Falcon . Anakin was in there, he realized, and practicing with his lightsaber again.

  Always practicing.

  Normally, Jacen would leave his little brother alone, knowing that the two of them simply couldn't come to any philosophical agreements in their present states of mind. This time, though, after the spectacle of the council meeting, Jacen was in the mood for a good argument, and so he moved through the hatch.

  There was Anakin, soaked in sweat, dodging and turning, his lightsaber flashing to parry each of the many energy zaps of the small remote as it floated all about him, seeking a hole in his defenses.

  His little brother was getting good, Jacen had to admit, as Anakin brought the glowing blade down in a cross to the left, up high to the left, and back over to the right in flashing sequence, each movement neatly picking off an energy missile.

  The sequence ended, and Anakin clicked his blade off and stood breathing heavily.

  Jacen started a slow, almost mocking, clap.

  "Could you do as well?" Anakin asked, before he had even turned around to face his brother.

  "Does it matter?" Jacen replied.

  Anakin crinkled his face in disdain and snorted.

  "You spend half your life dancing around with that thing," Jacen commented.

  "We're Jedi Knights, or soon to be," Anakin replied.

  "And all the Jedi should spend all their waking hours alone, dancing about with remotes," Jacen said sarcastically.

  "You practice," Anakin retorted.

  "And I spend more time alone than you do,"
Jacen agreed.

  Anakin looked at him skeptically, as if to ask, given that admission, what the problem might be.

  "There is a reason for the solitude, and the practice," Jacen tried to explain.

  "To hone our skills," Anakin replied.

  Jacen was shaking his head before his little brother had even finished that expected response. "To deepen our understanding," he said.

  "That again?"

  "That, always," Jacen said firmly. "When you are practicing, what are you thinking about?"

  Again, the skeptical expression.

  "Are you fantasizing that you're hunting outlaw Gamorreans?" Jacen asked. "Saving the galaxy, as Dad once did?"

  "When I'm in the practice regimen, my mind is clear of clutter," Anakin replied, but again, Jacen shook his head, unsatisfied with the answer.

  "Right before you fall fully into the Force," he clarified, "and right after. What are you thinking about?"

  Anakin's expression turned to one of anger.

  "What are you thinking at those times?" Jacen pressed. "What fantasy battles do you wage in these sessions?"

  "Why does it matter?" Anakin snapped.

  "Because that's not the truth of the Force," Jacen answered, just as sharply. "You keep thinking of it as a tool, a weapon in your war against everything you see as bad. But that is such a limiting philosophy."

  "It is a weapon," Anakin replied slowly. "A powerful weapon and a great responsibility."

  Jacen shook his head. "Those are the minor truths of the Force," he said. "The ones that so many like you focus on to satisfy your personal hunger for glory."

  Anakin seemed as if he was about to spit.

  "The Force is a method of serenity and truth, not an outward-projecting tool to be used to further any single person's perception of good," Jacen lectured.

  "Do you think the New Republic is evil?" Anakin scoffed.

  "Neither good nor evil," Jacen explained, taking no offense. "But I don't agree with all of their actions. Certainly individual communities have suffered at their hands, just like during the reign of the Emperor."