I wiped it off on the sleeve of my green tunic, but in the half-light both it and the blood looked black. “Nice trick.”
A feral grin twisted Luke’s mouth. He came forward, wordlessly, moving with a fluidity I’d not seen in him before. He aimed a slash at me that would have bisected me from right shoulder to left hip. I caught a momentary flash of surprise from him because he’d expected me to block it high right, but I let it come through the outer and middle rings of defense. With a quick parry, I slid it wide of my right shoulder, then I stepped forward and slammed my right shoulder into Luke’s chin.
That stood him up, clicking his teeth sharply together. I drove a weak jab with my left hand into his ribs, then ducked a slash that should have trimmed my hair at roughly the level of my earlobes. Dropping into a crouch, I whipped my left leg out and scythed it through his legs, bashing his ankles together and again dropping him onto his back.
I whirled away and stood, looking down at him. “I would have thought you’d be better than this.”
Luke slowly got up and wiped a trickle of blood from his split lip away with his left hand. “Never had much rough and tumble growing up. My friends and I were more involved in racing than fighting.”
“Then maybe you should be a Jedi Racer, not a Knight.”
“You don’t understand.” Luke spat out some bloody saliva. “There are things in play here, forces shifting.”
“Maybe I could understand, if you’d talk about it.” I lowered my blade. “You’re the Jedi Master but that doesn’t mean you should shoulder all the responsibility. You know that already: you’ve been letting Tionne learn and share history. Kam’s been handling some of the instruction and you’ve had me working on the dark man problem—and I think I have Exar Kun’s temple pegged from Dorsk 81’s survey logs, by the way. Figured I’d check it later this afternoon.”
“No.” Luke shook his head adamantly. “You’re not to go there alone. I don’t want any of the students going there.”
“So you go and I’ll back you up.”
He hesitated, then shook his head. “Can’t, not now.”
“Why not?”
Luke closed his eyes and sighed. “Do you recall how I told you of knowing my friends were in trouble on Bespin?”
“Yes. You said that was a vision of the future.” I narrowed my eyes. “You said Darth Vader allowed you to sense it to lure you into a trap.”
“I have had other visions, other feelings.” Pain tightened Luke’s expression. “There is disaster in the offing. It remained a bit more distant when Mara was here, but now I feel it is much closer.”
“Do something about it.”
“What?” Luke’s question came almost as a plea. “I have this oppressive sense of doom approaching. It touches on everyone and everything. All the things I think about doing don’t seem to make it go away.”
I swiped at more blood from my nose with my left hand. “Slow down for a moment. Do you know if this doom, this future, is locked in holo, or is it morphable?”
“The future is always morphable, but nothing I think to do will change it.”
“Two things you’re overlooking here, Master Skywalker. First, thinking is closer to trying than doing, if you catch my drift. Changing the future has got to require action, not just planning for action. While a Jedi acts in defense and not out of aggression, that doesn’t mean aggressively putting a defense into place is bad.”
Luke nodded slowly. “And the second thing?”
“Maybe you’re not the one who has to act. Maybe it’s me or Kam or all of us together.” I sighed. “You’re teaching us how to use the Force, you’re opening us up to new powers, and you’ve established that we are heirs to a Jedi tradition full of responsibility. Fact is, though, that you’ve not given us any responsibility. Defeating this disaster you feel coming, getting rid of Exar Kun or whoever the dark man is might just require all of us finally accepting our responsibilities as Jedi.
“Right now you’re accepting every scrap of responsibility here. You’re getting buried under the weight of what you see as a string of failures. Mara Jade didn’t leave here because you failed her, she left because you succeeded. She learned what she needed to learn—which might not have been what you thought she needed to learn. She left because she didn’t want to fail others to whom she felt responsible.”
He opened his eyes. “You think I’ve been treating all of you like children.”
“Closer to the mark than you want to know.”
“I haven’t meant to, but you are children within the Force.”
“That’s fine, Master Skywalker, and true; but we’re also a disparate group of adults. Kyp was what, our youngest, and he was the age you were when you started your training? He was the age I was when I went into the CorSec Academy. We’re pretty well formed at that point, personality-wise. Those who have come here to learn from you have already made a decision to explore a new life. You need to let us do that. You need to challenge us, and challenges aren’t just the size of rocks or the range of a vision one can project. Those challenges test our skills, not our characters, and the failures here have been failures of character.”
“But you are not ready for such challenges.”
“Not if you’re going to make them marrow-blasting challenges, no.” I pointed at his right hand. “Did you learn a lot from your failure at Bespin?”
Luke’s fingers flexed. “Yes.”
“Then let us fail a bit and learn how to deal with it. As we used to say in CorSec, there are two types of speeder bike riders: those who have fallen off, and those who are going to fall off. Jedi will fail, and if they don’t learn how to deal with failure, if they don’t have the spine to recover from it, you’ll lose them.”
Luke’s lightsaber died. “I have to think about what you’ve said.”
“Don’t just think, Master, act.” I thumbed my blade off as well, letting darkness swallow us. “If you don’t act, the disaster you feel could be on a scale from which none of us can possibly recover.”
TWENTY-ONE
I awoke slowly, feeling as if I’d done my best to drain every drop of liquor from a cantina where the drinks weren’t watered, the mugs weren’t cleaned, the bottles weren’t labeled and the first-aid kit consisted of a blaster with which you could put yourself out of your misery. Actually, I didn’t even feel that good. I was pretty sure I’d not been on such a bender because I didn’t find any tattoos or scars on me, and the bruises were ones I recognized from my training. The fact that the nearest cantina was a good five parsecs away, as the Falcon flies, coupled with the fact that I didn’t have a ship, likewise contraindicated a hangover.
But, then again, I did kinda feel as if I’d walked that far.
Despite my better judgment—which was urging me just to lie down and die—I oozed out of bed and pulled on my running clothes. That helped wake me up, largely because they were still damp, cold and clammy from the short run I’d taken the night before to burn off some of my frustration with Master Skywalker. Nothing like the feel of wet fabric against the flesh in the morning to remind you that you’re alive. Doesn’t do much for the quality of life issues some folks find important, but I’d reached that point where I decided being alive was better than the nearest alternative.
I even managed a smile. “And if I die, I don’t want to spend the rest of eternity locked in the rocks on this place. Might be good enough for Exar Kun, but not me.”
My muscles felt as if they were encased in carbonite, but I managed to get them going and actually had worked up to a brisk stumble when I emerged from the Great Temple. There I moved into a real stumble, landing on my hands and knees, because a Z-95 Headhunter rested on the landing pad outside. I panicked for a second, thinking I might, in fact, have stolen it from near the cantina where I did all the drinking, but I calmed myself quickly. Didn’t even have to use a Jedi technique to do it, either.
I knew, had I flown in the condition I was in, the only landing I cou
ld have managed was a crash. And Mara Jade wouldn’t like that happening to her Headhunter.
The realization that I was looking at her fighter washed the last of the muzziness from my brain. Kyp had stolen that ship and if it was back, that meant he was, too. I got up and ran over to the craft, stretching out my feelings to see if I could detect his presence. I caught some faint traces of him, but they emanated mostly from the controls, which looked as if he’d reached a hand into them and just squeezed. Mara Jade isn’t going to like that one bit.
I turned around, following a wisp of Kyp’s essence to the base of the Great Temple. A path had been cleared through the rusty vines overgrowing much of the temple. The vines nearest the uncovered stairway looked pale and stunted. They had recoiled from the steps like snakes preparing to strike, and had withered considerably in the process.
I took the steps two at a time. I had no idea what I would find at the top or what I would do to confront Kyp if I found him there. I steeled myself for a confrontation, and worked to tap the Force to fortify myself for one. Even as I did that, however, I had the sinking feeling that no amount of preparation would be enough for dealing with what I would find.
As I mounted the final flight of steps, new sensations cascaded down from the top of the pyramid. I sensed the other students up there, and their emotions ran from shock and outrage to sorrow and despair. I crested the edge of the Temple and saw the Mon Calamari, Cilghal, cradling Luke’s head in her lap. Streen, his eyes wide with fear, stood over her.
“Is he alive? I can’t hear him.”
The Mon Cal concentrated on Luke, then shook her orange and algae-green head. She reported finding a heartbeat and I could see his chest moving with shallow respiration. “But I can’t find him inside. When I touch him with the Force, all I find is a great empty spot.…”
I reached out with my senses and tried to find what she could not. Pushing hard, I wove some of the external Force with my internal energy and tried to see if I could find a spark of Master Skywalker in his body. I recalled his noting that he had been taught we were luminous beings, not creatures of crude matter, but I found it hard to accept his having abandoned his body. Still, the evidence of that very thing was right there, since I could not feel him at all.
Kirana Ti pulled her robe tightly closed at her throat. “What can we do?”
Cilghal blinked her eyes. “We are all alone now.”
The despair in her voice found an ally in the fear writhing into my belly. It had never seemed odd to me that Kyp had been able to slam me into a wall because he had always been more powerful than me. Even when I felt the other presence reinforcing him and got hammered by the combination of them, I never imagined that they could be more powerful than Luke Skywalker. I had even rationalized away the dark man’s ability to avoid detection as his being talented in that area, just as I was talented in the area of image projection.
Had I even dreamed Luke was in danger I would have worked harder to convince him we had to act. The saliva in my mouth soured. When we start handing out citations for failure, let me get in the front of the line. I’d told Luke we were dealing with a sociopathic murderer, but I’d not convinced him of the gravity of that situation. He seemed to be in a position to handle it and all he wanted from me was information that would have given him a direction.
And I let him do just that. I closed my eyes for a moment and wanted to smack my head with the heel of my hand. What had I been thinking? I was the one who had experience with such monsters, not Luke Skywalker. I surrendered responsibility for such things to him when he was no more able to deal with it than he felt we were ready to deal with the fate of the universe. My mistake was the reverse of his, yet mine compounded his.
The pure arrogance and stupidity of those ideas slammed hard into me. Luke Skywalker had dealt with Darth Vader and the Emperor, even the Emperor Reborn. If they weren’t monsters, monsters didn’t exist. Master Skywalker was more than capable of dealing with them, which made his condition now that much more stunning and terrifying.
I looked down at his body as Cilghal straightened his limbs. I’d screwed up badly, and because of it he was lying there. If I’d done things differently, there was no guarantee he wouldn’t have ended up in the same place, but things might have taken another turn, one for the better. I’d failed him, and I’d had the arrogance to suggest he was failing us.
Failure stops here and now. Muscles bunched at the corners of my jaw. “We’re not alone. We have each other. We may not be Jedi, but we’re not helpless either.”
The Dathomiri witch looked at me and restated her question. “What can we do?”
“We can do the obvious, can’t we?” I jerked a thumb back down toward the Headhunter. “Kyp was here and, if I had to guess, I’d say he was responsible for what happened to Master Skywalker. First thing we need to do is to let Coruscant know Luke has been hurt and that Kyp Durron was involved.”
The Mon Calamari Ambassador looked up. “Until you have solid evidence that Kyp was here, blaming him for this is wrong.”
I frowned at her. “But the Headhunter …”
“Could have been stolen from him and used by someone else.”
“Your caution is good, Cilghal, but Kyp’s being here isn’t that hard a conclusion to draw.” Kam walked over to the edge of the pyramid, looked down at the landing pad, then grunted. “Think Kyp is still hiding on this rock?”
Streen shook his head. “I can’t hear Kyp.”
“I’d like to hope that means he’s dead, but I don’t believe it.” I glanced at Kam. “You’re wondering how he got off this rock if he left the fighter behind.”
“Yes, and the only other ride in the system, unless we missed his coming with allies in the middle of the night, is the Sun Crusher.” His hands contracted into fists. “Kyp knew how to make it work.”
Tionne shivered. “Could he have been powerful enough to recall it from the heart of the gas giant?”
Streen crouched down and plucked from the Temple’s roof a small stone that scintillated brilliantly in the dawning sun. “Corusca gem. The only place in the universe they are formed is in Yavin’s heart. It could have been lodged in the hatch assembly and fallen off when Kyp entered the Sun Crusher.”
I groaned. “Not the news I wanted to hear.”
Cilghal raised a hand. “Corusca gems can be found here on Yavin, and we have no way of knowing how long that piece of one has been here. More importantly, we have no way of knowing if the Sun Crusher is still in the gas giant or not. Again, you’re reaching conclusions on the most circumstantial of evidence.”
“I can see why you were a diplomat, Ambassador.” I sighed heavily. “Okay, look, we have to take this in steps. First thing, we get Master Skywalker down and out of the elements.”
Tionne smiled. “We should place him in the Grand Audience Chamber.”
I winced. “Won’t that be like having him lie in state? He isn’t dead.”
Her smile contracted. “I was just thinking that he liked the chamber and the acoustics are good for singing and it was the site of a great victory celebration.”
Kam came around behind her and rested his hands on her shoulders. “Good thinking, Tionne. There’s room enough there that we can all gather around and listen to you singing. We want him to feel he’s still part of our community.” Kam looked past her at me and raised an eyebrow.
“Right, exactly. You’re thinking a lot more quickly today than I am, Tionne.” I glanced at the Mon Calamari. “Ambassador, you’ve got a talent for healing. Will you monitor Master Skywalker and let us know what we need to help him? Our medical supplies are limited here.…”
“I can see to his initial care, yes. We should certainly get a full medical team out here as fast as possible, however.” Cilghal slowly blinked her eyes. “We must also notify the New Republic and Councilor Organa Solo that something has happened to her brother.”
Brakiss added, “And let them know Kyp Durron has the Sun Crusher. With his
hatred for remnants of the Empire, there is no telling what he will do with a weapon of that power.”
I cut off Cilghal’s protest of Brakiss’ remarks. “At the very least we need to get a survey team out here that can check to see if the Sun Crusher is still in the gas giant or not.”
Kirana Ti crouched and mopped sweat from Luke’s brow with the hem of her Jedi robe. “We should also make certain Master Skywalker is never alone. He should always have an honor guard with him.”
Dorsk 81 looked at her with horror on his face. “You think Master Skywalker is still in jeopardy?”
I cleared my throat. “We can’t discount that possibility. Kyp may have wanted him dead and held back at the last moment, for reasons we can’t begin to plot. He might return to finish the job.” Or the dark man might try. “Having someone with Master Skywalker also makes sense on the medical front, in case there is a change.”
The Mon Calamari nodded. “We should get him inside now. He is stable enough to move, I believe.”
“Good. I’ll get on the HoloNet and speak to Coruscant to start notification going. Ambassador, I’d like you to later speak with Councilor Organa Solo. You can answer her questions about her brother better than I can, and news of what has happened here should come from someone who knows her, not a stranger.”
Brakiss peered imperiously at me. “What about the rest of us?”
“I don’t know. Do what you’re able to do. Help Cilghal. Make food. Meditate.”
The slender man frowned. “Meditate? Hardly helpful in this situation, wouldn’t you say?”
Kam shook his head vehemently. “We need to avoid panic and keep our wits about us. We should practice what we have learned so far, strengthening ourselves. If Kyp returns, if another problem arises, we need to be able to deal with it.” His head came up. “I’ll expect everyone who isn’t assigned other duties to meet for exercises as usual.”
“It’s a plan.” I gave Kam a nod. “And a good one. Everyone clear? Good. Go to it.”
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