The central figure raised her right arm and pointed a lightsaber toward me. The gold blade shot out, but stopped well shy of crossing the five meters that separated us. “Finally you have come. The Halcyon. To destroy us.” Her eyes focused beyond me. “The rest of you are free to go. You have done your part in bringing him here.”
I frowned. “You kidnapped Mirax to get me here? You could have given me directions and this could have been over much faster.”
Ooryl rested a hand on my shoulder. “It was not here that was important, but when.”
“The choice of futures is made in the moment the future you desire is born.” She let her cloak slip off, revealing her armored form. The armor, like the mask, had been styled after a beautiful woman and while alluring, was nonetheless deadly. She inclined her head toward me and struck a guard I found hauntingly familiar. She grasped the hilt daggerlike in her left hand, with her right hand riding on the pommel, pointing the blade toward the floor. “Now is the time.”
Luke took a half-step forward and reached my side. “Wait, I am Luke Skywalker. There is no need for further violence here.”
“The Skywalker. Your intervention here was not unanticipated.” She jerked her head. “My students will entertain you, then I will destroy you, too, that they may live.”
The five people backing her moved to the left, letting their cloaks fall to the floor. Each brought out a lightsaber and set themselves.
“Saarai-kaar of the Jensaarai, do not do this.” Luke waved a hand at her students. “I do not want to kill them.”
“Then that would be a problem for you, Skywalker.” She nodded at me. “Come, Halcyon, destroy or be destroyed, there is no alternative at this juncture in time.”
I lit my lightsaber as she drove toward me and blocked her first sweeping blow low and to the right. I anticipated the wrist-twist that allowed her to rake her gold blade back across where I had been. I ducked beneath her cut, then slashed at her legs, but she danced above my blade. What she didn’t expect was my remaining low, pivoting on my left hand. As she landed, I swept my legs through her legs, clicking her ankles together and toppling her.
I sprang up to press my attack, but she never hit the ground. She turned her fall into a languid backward somersault. The second she touched down, she drove at me again, feinting left and right. I backed away, moving to parry. When her blow finally came in on my left, I caught it on the forte of my blade and brought it up and over in a big circular parry. As I did so I slid forward so we stood shoulder to shoulder for a second. I cranked my left elbow up into her facemask, driving her back, then batted away a quick slash.
Off to my left, Luke moved through the Jensaarai with such ease and skill that I realized the only help he’d needed from me back on Courkrus the night we’d faced their brethren was for me to hold his cloak. A quick parry with his lightsaber and then a push with the Force and two of them went down hard. Another parry and the application of the lightsaber’s dark end to a head dropped another to the floor. A telekinetic tug on a mask blinded one, while he fought another to a standstill, their blades arcing and screaming as they met.
The Saarai-kaar came at me with cold fury, her blade held in the style of the Anzati who slew my grandfather. She aimed a cut across my middle that I danced back from, then she slashed it down toward my trailing leg. The gold blade sliced through my robe and roasted a layer or two of skin off the top of my right thigh, but did no serious damage. I pivoted on that foot and arced my left foot around to catch her in the flank, pitching her across the room to where she crashed against a duraplast chest full of coins.
She clawed a handful of them back in my direction and I realized a second too late what she was really doing. With a telekinetic push she accelerated them at me. I got my lightsaber up and deflected most of them, but two thudded against my chest and one skipped off my forehead, opening up a cut above my right eye.
“Enough of this.” I opened myself fully to the Force and felt it flow through me. I came in at her, beat her blade aside and planted a front kick against her armored belly. She bounced back a step, but then slashed down and in at me as she quickly advanced. I parried her hard and to the right, then shifted my wrists and came up through a slash that should have cut right through her bracer and taken her left hand off.
I felt a jolt run through my lightsaber, numbing my hands as the blade flickered and died. She recoiled, clutching at her smoking armor, her own lightsaber going out as it fell from her hand. Snarling, she nodded sharply at me, and I heard a rustling. One of her students’ discarded cloaks wrapped itself around my ankles and dumped me unceremoniously on my back. I blacked out for a second, then saw the Saarai-kaar standing over me, her golden blade raised for an overhand blow that would split my head in two.
Without conscious thought, I reacted through the Force. Into her brain I projected an image of Nikkos Tyris lying there in my place.
She hesitated. “Master?”
Mirax’s stunbolt hit the Saarai-kaar square in the chest and dropped her out of my sight. I kicked my feet free of the cloak and sat up. Mirax slid down by my side, her blaster carbine still pointed at the armored woman’s form. She pumped another shot into her, making the body twitch.
“Nice shooting.”
Mirax smiled. “Thanks. Tried to shoot her earlier, but wasn’t able to concentrate enough to hit her. Then things became clear.”
“Right, right at the same time I broke her concentration by planting a picture in her mind. I linked her fighting style to that of my grandfather’s killer, gave her his image and she hesitated.” I rolled up to one knee and kissed Mirax full on the lips. “Thanks for the rescue.”
“My pleasure.” She stroked a hand through my hair. “By the way, you can keep the chin fur, but change the color.”
Luke came over and knelt next to the Saarai-kaar. He worked her mask off revealing a face somewhat seamed from age and exposure, but clearly it was just an older version of what the mask had shown. Luke touched her forehead and nodded slightly. “She’ll be fine. What happened to your blade?”
“I don’t know.” I picked it up and hit the button. The blade sprang to life again with no shock and no sputtering. “I felt a lot of feedback. Something in the armor shorted it? Cortosis ore maybe?”
Mirax picked up the mask. “Spun cortosis fibers in this? Not much of that stuff around—which is fine because it’s fairly useless. Still, pretty in ornamentation like this.”
“We have a problem.” Elegos looked down at us from the governor’s desk. He punched a button and a hologram appeared above a built in holoprojector plate on the desk. It resolved itself into a tactical shot of the system around the gas giant. “I’ve fed the system data from our ship into the projector here. I show the Invidious leaving the ring and it’s headed this way.”
I shook my head. “Tavira doesn’t like losing, and she’ll strafe us to get rid of us. Yumfla’s done.”
Suddenly several more ships appeared in the image, slicing in toward Susevfi, between the Invidious’ attack course and the planet. “I have ships identified as the Backstab and the Errant Venture entering the system. They are deploying fighters: clutches and X-wings.”
Luke looked at me. “X-wings?”
Elegos nodded. “From the Errant Venture. Invidious is deploying clutches and coming about to engage Errant Venture. They should close to range in five minutes.”
Mirax shook her head. “We can’t let them do that.”
Elegos’ head came up. “Both ships are evenly matched. They are both Imperial-class Star Destroyers.”
I snarled and stood. “Yeah, but Booster’s ship doesn’t have more than a token array of guns. Can you open up a comm line to the Venture? Mirax, you can talk your father into running.”
“Leaving us here to be lit up by Tavira? Not likely.” She shivered. “She’ll vape the Venture, then vape us.”
Luke looked at me. “Try to call Tavira. Maybe we can make a deal with her.”
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��A deal with her? No way.” I shook my head. “If I know her at all, there’s just no way we can convince her.…” I stopped and bounced the heel of my hand off my forehead. “Sithspawn, I’m so stupid.”
“What?”
I winked at Mirax and ran toward the stairs to the observation deck. “Don’t worry, I’ve got it. I’ll take care of it. I’ll move her right out of here.”
“Move her?” The Jedi Master’s voice came cool and even. “Do you want help?”
“No.”
“Do you need help?”
“Nope.” I smiled at him. “Remember, ‘size matters not.’ And telekinesis is not the only way to move the Invidious.”
I gathered the Force inside of me and projected my awareness out into a cone that sought the white dagger stabbing down from the ring. I found it with ease, just teeming with life and fear, anger and arrogance. I worked my way through it until I found a place where arrogance and anger and outrage all seemed to collect, then I pushed my way into Tavira’s mind and flowed into the place where her fears and confidence dwelt.
I listened to her weapons-officers calling out ranges and preparing firing orders. I pushed a bit of doubt into her mind. It was impossible, wasn’t it, that the New Republic would send so small a force after her? Hadn’t Jenos said a task force was on its way? He had sounded confident in a time when he should have known no confidence at all. He had worked with us and against us, learning our secrets. He knew how we operated and he communicated all that to the New Republic.
I let her listen to her people a bit more and latched on to the unease she was feeling with how simple her victory would be. We used the Jensaarai to hide our ship, but the New Republic, they would make more use of their Jedi. They sent two after us on the ground, to free the prisoner, but what about their other Jedi? Where are they? What are they doing? Would they dare operate against me without them?
In an instant she knew the New Republic saw her as such a threat that they would stop at nothing to catch her, which meant they would use the Jedi against her. Not only that, but they would use the Jedi to trap her by reversing the methods she had used to elude the New Republic. I let her feel that if she sharpened her mind, she could pierce the veil of deception the Jedi were casting over her and her crew. She concentrated and pushed, accomplishing nothing really, but I rewarded her for it.
The holographic representation of the Errant Venture evaporated to be replaced by a bigger ship, a much bigger ship: a Super Star Destroyer that would eat up her Impstar Deuce as easily as the Invidious had destroyed the Harmzuay. I fed to her every image I’d had burned into my memory of the Lusankya, Isard’s old SSD, and channeled in a good dose of fear.
I touched her paranoia and let one of her own fantasies spin out for her. From the SSD’s belly a slender, needlelike craft shot. I fed her images of the Sun Crusher and let her calculate the damage that could be caused by that indestructible fighter-sized craft accelerating to just below lightspeed, then ramming her ship. It would blow through it from stern to stern in seconds, shattering the Invidious. The SSD would just pound the scraps until their molten metal fragments congealed into debris that would make for a spectacular light show when they burned into Susevfi’s atmosphere.
“Belay those orders,” I heard her shout. “It’s a trap, a Jedi trap. Evasive maneuvers, plot me a course out of here. Far away!”
I retreated into myself and staggered back against the observation deck railing.
From below I heard Elegos. “The Invidious is coming about. Tavira is leaving the system.”
I turned around slowly, then tried to lean nonchalantly on the railing. “Problem solved.”
Mirax arched an eyebrow at me. “You think so, do you?”
I looked down at my wife. “She’s gone, isn’t she?”
“Sure.” Mirax smiled. “But my father’s going to think she was running from him. He’ll be insufferable. You’ll never hear the end of how he saved my life, and just happened to include yours in the bargain.”
“I don’t mind,” I forced myself to say. “After all, a Jedi does not know pain.”
FORTY-NINE
Things quieted down on Susevfi fairly quickly after the Invidious ran. We called Booster and through him got Jacob Nive. Jacob apologized for having brought Booster to us and having given him the data we’d left behind for Cracken, but Booster had been most insistent and had an Impstar Deuce to back things up. Nive contacted Colonel Gurtt, informed her of what was going on and offered to consider her and any ex-Invids who stopped their fighting to be members of the Survivors for purposes of the deal Luke and I had offered him. Colonel Gurtt, being the highest ranking Invid officer in the system, got the ground resistance to back off and Rogue Squadron set down in the palace grounds to hold back any misguided loyalists until Booster could shuttle down some of his security personnel and Nive could bring down some of the Survivor mudbugs to take care of ground ops.
Rogue Squadron had been on a long patrol circuit when Cracken had reached them and pointed them toward Courkrus. Though they came from further away, they plotted a tight course that got them to Courkrus before Booster. He arrived and offered them a ride to Susevfi, so they shipped aboard. Colonels Celchu and Gurtt met on the ground for the first time and were able to work out terms under which the Survivors would be allowed to keep their ships. They quickly began to bring local politicians into the meetings and I had no doubt that within several weeks, Susevfi would petition the New Republic for entry as a full member, complete with a fighter force, and that the Survivors would find themselves a nice little home.
In addition to that, Elegos indicated that Susevfi struck him as a much nicer world than Kerilt. The possibility of moving at least part of the Caamasi Remnant to it seemed quite likely. Somehow I thought Caamasi fellowship and guidance for the Survivors and the Invids would go a long way toward making Susevfi strong and peaceful.
The Jensaarai still presented us something of a problem, but here, too, the Caamasi touch provided a solution that could not have otherwise been possible. By the time I’d had my cut treated and things had been calmed down outside, the Jensaarai Nive had brought with him had been reunited with those Luke had defeated and the half dozen who had been stationed on a small base out in the ring to cover the Invidious. They had also been hiding the Pulsar Skate and had used it to return to Susevfi.
The Saarai-kaar, when she regained consciousness, seemed truly surprised to be alive. The fact that her students had not been slain and had been allowed to retain custody of their armor and lightsabers clearly confused her. As she sat up on the couch to which she had been carried in the Governor’s private chambers, she looked at her students, then at Luke, Elegos and finally me.
“Is this how you choose to mock me, Halcyon?” She waved a hand at her students. “You have them here to show me that you have won them over to your murderous ways?”
Her orienting on me confused me, since Luke was clearly the Master here. I shook my head. “If my ways were the ways of a murderer, why would you be alive?”
“You like to torture us before you slay us. You call yourselves Jedi, but your kind parted from the true Jedi ways a generation ago, and then some. And those who rose up in your place were no better.” She lifted her chin, her blue eyes fiery and bright. “We are the true Jedi, the Jensaarai. You tried before to destroy us, but failed.”
I frowned. “I’ve never seen you before. I’ve never been here before, and I’ve certainly never tried to harm you or your people before.”
“Just like a Halcyon to deny the evil he has inherited.”
I looked to Luke. “I’m not tracking here.”
“Neither am I.”
Elegos rested hands on our shoulders. “Perhaps you would permit me.”
I shrugged. “Set a course and go.”
The Caamasi moved forward and dropped to one knee before the Saarai-kaar. “The Jensaarai are your creation. You fashioned them and their teachings from what you yourself had learned wh
en you trained.” Elegos kept his voice low and respectful, probing, but gentle and reassuring. “You are the first Saarai-kaar, but you hold dearly to the memories of others, to honor them and their sacrifice.”
She blinked her eyes a couple of times, then bowed her head. “Yes, this is so.”
I glanced down as factoids began to slot together for me. When she’d had me at her mercy, I’d projected Tyris’ image from my dream into her brain because I had recognized her fighting style as that of the Anzati Jedi. I’d done it instinctively and had missed entirely the significance of her saying “Master?” as she hesitated. She was looking at me, seeing my uniform, my silver blade, and seeing me as my grandfather or clearly someone who had come to finish what Nejaa Halcyon had started. Try as I might, though, I searched my memory of the dream and could not place her in it.
Elegos pressed his hands together. “These you honor were your teachers and friends. Their deaths you blame on a Halcyon and other Jedi, one very much like me, yes?”
An edge returned to her voice. “I do.” She thrust a finger at me. “It was a Halcyon who slew my Master and my husband that day, and retreated to leave us alone. They did not care for us, for the damage they had done. They were supposed to serve all life and living creatures, but they deserted us, proving the lie of the Jedi. We had already known—our Masters had told us—that we were a breed apart. The advent of the Jedi here on Susevfi merely proved all they had taught was true.”
Luke opened his hands. “Truth is often a matter of point of view.”
Anger flashed through the Saarai-kaar’s eyes. “You were not there. You have no point of view.”
I was about to mention my dream, but Elegos reached out and placed a hand on her knee. “But I do. I would share it with you.”
She looked sharply at Elegos. “You were not the Jedi there that day.”
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