Star Wars - The Approaching Storm (by Alan Dean Foster)

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Star Wars: The Approaching Storm
by Alan Dean Foster
Chapter One
“It seems to me that mine is becoming a very important planet, Honorable Shu Mai.”
The president of the Commerce Guild smiled thinly. “Small keys can unlock very big doors, Senator
Mousul.”
As they conversed, the dignified quartet strode slowly through the galaxy. Not the actual galaxy, of
course, but an immense, intricately delineated, fully three-dimensional representation. It filled the entire
private chamber. Stars glowed all around them, enveloping the strollers in a haze of soft, multihued
refulgence. By reaching out and touching a planetary system, a visitor could summon fourth a detailed,
encyclopedic description of that system and its individual worlds: everything from species and population
to minute characteristics of flora and fauna, economic statistics, and future prospects.
One of the strollers was a blue-skinned Twi’lek female who was quiet and contemplative of aspect. Her
companion was a very important and readily recognizable Corellian industrialist. The president of the
Commerce Guild was short and slender, greenish of skin, with the typical coiffure for females of the
Gossam species: a rising, upswept tailing. The fourth member of the group, trailing elaborate robes
woven from the most exotic materials to be found on his homeworld, was the Senator from the world
called Ansion. Despite his high standing, he looked nervous, like someone afraid of being watched. As
for the Twi’lek and the Corellian, they were clearly master and supplicant—though the second was a
very powerful supplicant indeed.
The president of the Commerce Guild halted. With a single, expansive gesture she encompassed
shimmering pinpoint of light representing a thousand worlds and more. Amazing, she thought, how trillions
of sentient beings and entire civilizations could be reduced to mere specks hovering in a single room. If
only the reality were as easy to organize and manage as was this efficient, luminous depiction.
Given time and the assistance of carefully nurtured alliances, she reflected confidently, it would be.
“Your forgiveness, noble lady,” the Corellian murmured, “but my associates and I also do not configure
the importance of this world called Ansion.”
Shu Mai clapped her hands softly. “Excellent!”
Among her three companions, confusion readily crossed species lines. “You find it satisfying that we do
not see this place’s significance?” the female Twi’lek asked.
“Absolutely.” A tolerant grin creased the Gossam’s face. “If you do not see it, then neither will our
enemies. Pay attention, and I will do more than make it evident—I will make it visible.”
Turning, she reached into the pulsing panoply of worlds and suns to pass the tips of the fingers of her
right hand through a small but centrally located star. With words and gestures, she proceeded to
manipulate the system she had singled out.
In response to her actions, a trio of laser-bright lines appeared, linking the first system to three other.
“The Malarian Alliance. On the face of it, one of hundreds of such casual alliances.” Her slim, deft fingers
moved again. Yellow lines appeared, tying the first star to six additional systems. “Keitumite Mutual
Military Treaty. Never invoked, but still in force.” Her smile widened. She was enjoying herself. “Now,
observe this.” Her hands proceeded to play with the surrounding galographics like a musician strumming
an expensive quintolium.
When at last Shu Mai finished, her three companions eyed her triumphant handiwork in silence. The four
visitors were enclosed by a web of lines, straight and uncompromising: blue, yellow, gold, crimson—all
the colors of the spectrum. Perhaps even, some dared to think, the colors of an empire.
And at the nexus of this web of intensely bright, unwavering lines that represented outstanding treaties
and alliances, pacts and planetary partnerships, lay a single, suddenly far less insignificant world.
Ansion.
With a wave of one hand and a dismissive word from Shu Mai’s lips, the elaborate network faded. It
would not do to have someone not privy to the machinations of the group walk in unannounced and see
what was being discussed. Awkward questions might ensue.
“Who would have suspected that a world such as this could lie at the center of so many interlocking
treaties?” The blue-skinned female suitably impressed.
“Precisely the point.” Shu Mai inclined her head slightly in the female’s direction. “There are other
worlds that occupy comparable positions of strategic importance; worlds more heavily populated,
thoroughly industrialized, and frequently mentioned as important players when the current unsettled state
of affairs within the Republic is being discussed. In contrast, no one thinks to bring up Ansion. That is the
beauty of it.” Steepling her fingers, she glanced significantly at Senator Mousul.
“If we can get the Ansionians to commit to pulling out of the Republic, no one will really care. But
because of their alliances, their withdrawal should be enough to sway their already vacillating partners in
both the Malarian Alliance and the Keitumite Treaty to follow. You saw how many other systems are
tied, in turn to both of those pacts. The effect will be as of an avalanche starting small, growing fast, and
accelerating of its own accord. By the time the Senate knows what has hit it, forty systems or more will
have withdrawn from the Republic, and we will be well on our way to solidifying the kind of changes we
wish to see come about.”
Mousul’s fingers clenched tighter and tighter until whiteness showed beneath the skin. “That will be the
spark that we need to propose the passage of extraordinary measures to cope with the emergency.”.
The Corellian industrialist was all but dancing with excitement. “It’s wonderfully cunning, this plan you’ve
devised! I know that the interests I represent will agree to send a force to Ansion immediately, to compel
the inhabitants to withdraw from the Republic.” For an instant, Senator Mousul looked alarmed.
“Which is exactly what we do not want them to do,” Shu Mai countered sternly. “As I seem to recall,
the Trade Federation already tried something similar elsewhere. The results were, shall we say,
somewhat less than triumphant.”
“Yes, well.” The Corellian coughed uncomfortably into one hand. “There were unforeseen
complications.”
“That continue to resonate to this day.” Shu Mai was unrelenting in her tone. “Don’t you see? The
beauty of this plan is the seeming insignificance of its linchpin. Send a fleet, or even a few ships, to
Ansion, and you will immediately attract the attention of those forces that continue to frustrate us.
Obviously, that is the last thing we wish. We want the Ansionian withdrawal to appear wholly natural, the
result of internal decisions reached in the absence of external influences.” She smiled benignly at Mousul.
“Will it be?” the Twi’lek asked pointedly.
Shu Mai eyed her approvingly. She would be useful, she knew. As would the others she had
involved—if they could keep their wits about them.
It was Senator Mousul’s turn to respond. “Like so many peoples, the Ansionians are divided as to
whether they should remain within the Republic or step outside the corruption and sleaze that permeate it.
Rest assured that there are among its citizens those who are sympathetic to our cause. I have taken care
and expended considerable political capital to ensure that these elements are appropriately encouraged.”
“How long?” the deceptively soft-voiced Twi’lek wanted to know.
“Before Ansion decides?” The Senator looked thoughtful. “Assuming the internal divisions continue to
widen, I would expect a formal vote on whether to withdraw from the Republic within half a standard
year.”
The president of the Commerce Guild nodded approvingly. “At which point we can look on with
satisfaction as those who have been traditionally allied to Ansion follow suit, and those allied to the allies
fall in turn. Surely, as children all of you played with blocks? There is invariably one key block near the
bottom that, if removed, will cause the entire structure to collapse.
“Ansion is that key. Remove that one block, and the rest of these systems will crumble.” Her thoughts,
as well as her gaze, seemed to focus on something outside the range of vision of her associates. “On the
ruins of the old, decrepit Republic those of us with foresight will build a new political structure, perfect
and gleaming. One without any weak links, free of the moralistic waste that encumbers and slows the
appropriate development of a truly advanced society.”
“And who will lead this new society?” The female Twi’lek’s voice was tinged with just a touch of
cynicism. “You?”
Shu Mai shrugged modestly. “My interests lie with the Commerce Guild. Who can say? That is
something yet to be determined, is it not? The cause must succeed before leaders can be chosen. While I
admit I would not turn down such a nomination, I believe there are others who are more qualified. Let us
begin with small things.”
“Like this Ansion.” Having recovered from the previous mild reproach, the Corellian’s enthusiasm had
returned full strength. “What a pleasure it would be, what a wonderment, to at last be able to conduct
business unencumbered by mountains of superfluous rules, regulations, and restrictions! Those I represent
would be forever grateful.”
“Yes, you would at last have the chance to secure the restrictive monopolies you so devoutly seek,” Shu
Mai observed dryly. “Don’t worry. In return for your political and financial support, you and those you
represent will receive everything they deserve.”
The industrialist was not intimidated. “And of course,” he added shrewdly, “this new political
arrangement will open all manner of opportunities to the Commerce Guild.”
Shu Mai gestured modestly. “We are always eager to take advantage of shifting political realities.”
In the midst of mutual congratulations and expectations, she noticed that Senator Mousul was saying
little.
“Something burrows in your thoughts like a worm with indigestion, Mousul. What is it?”
The Ansionian glanced back at his associate, a look of mild concern on his face. His large, slightly
bulbous eyes stared evenly back at the president of the Commerce Guild. “You’re sure no one else could
winnow out the true nature of these plans for Ansion, Shu Mai?”
“None has thus far,” the other replied pointedly.
Mousul straightened to his full height. “I flatter myself that I am intelligent enough to realize there are
those who are smarter than me. They are the ones who concern me.”
Stepping forward, Shu Mai put a reassuring hand on the Senator’s shoulder. “You worry overmuch,
Mousul.” With her free hand and without regard for tact, Shu Mai gestured, and the point of light that
was Ansion reappeared. “Ansion! Look at it. Small, backward, unimportant. If queried, I wager not one
politician or merchant in a hundred could tell you anything much about it. No one except those of us in
this room are aware of its potential significance.”
Stymied by and angry at the casual venality and suffocating bureaucracy that had come to rule the
Republic—and to complicate his business dealings—the Corellian industrialist could purchase entire
companies and whole territories with a mere touch of his imprinting finger. But for all his wealth, he could
not buy a glimpse into the future. At that moment, he would have gladly signed over a few billion for the
answers to one or two questions.
“I hope you are right, Shu Mai. I hope you are right.”
“Of course she is.” Having agreed to this meeting somewhat reluctantly, the Twi’lek was feeling far more
confident of the future following their host’s detailed explanation. “I am both impressed and moved by the
full scope and subtlety of President Shu Mai and Senator Mousul’s strategy. As they have so eloquently
pointed out, this world is far too unimportant to attract anything in the way of significant outside
attention…”
Chapter Two
“Haja, sweet scent—what’re you hiding under that big ol’ robe?”
Luminara Unduli did not look up at the large, unshaven rough-hewn, and unpleasantly fragrant man or his
equally coarse and malodorous companions. She treated their knowing grins, the eager forward tilt of
their bodies, and their leering eyes with equal indifference—though their collective body odor was
somewhat harder to ignore. Patiently, she raised the spoonful of hot stew to her lips, the lower of which
was stained a permanent purplish black. A series of interlocking black diamonds tattooed her chin, while
more intricate markings decorated the joints of her fingers. The olive color of her skin contrasted
strikingly with the deep blue of her eyes.
These rose to regard the younger woman who was seated on the other side of the table. Barriss Offee’s
attention shifted between her teacher and the men crowding uncomfortably close around the two of them.
Luminara smiled to herself. A good person, was Barriss. Observant and thoughtful, if occasionally
impulsive. For now, the young woman held her peace, kept eating, and said nothing. A judicious
reaction, the older woman knew. She’s letting me take the lead, as she should.
The man who had voiced the impropriety whispered something to one of his friends. There was a ripple
of crude, unpleasant laughter. Leaning closer, he put a hand on Luminara’s cloth-draped shoulder. “I
asked you a question, darlin’. Now, are you gonna show us what’s under this lovely soft robe of yours,
or d’you want us to take a peek ourselves?” An air of pheromone-charged expectation had gripped his
companions. Huddled over their food, a few of the establishment’s other diners turned to look, but none
moved to voice outrage at what was happening or to interfere.
Spoon pausing before her lips, Luminara seemed to devote greater contemplation to its contents than to
the insistent query. With a sigh, she finally downed the spoonful of stew and reached down with her free
right hand. “I suppose if you really want to see…”
One of the men grinned broadly and nudged his hulking companion in the ribs. A couple of others
crowded closer still, so that they were all but leaning over the table. Luminara pulled a portion of her
outer robe aside, the intricate designs on the copper-and-bronze-colored metal bands that covered her
upper forearms glinting in the diffuse light of the tavern.
Beneath the robe was a metal and leather belt. Attached to the belt were several small and unexpectedly
sophisticated examples of precision engineering. One of these was cylindrical, highly polished, and
designed to fit comfortably in a closed hand. The aggressive spokesman for the group squinted at it, his
expression slightly confused. Behind him, a couple of his heretofore-hopeful cronies abandoned their
leering expressions faster than a smuggler’s ship making an emergency jump to hyperspace.
“Mathos preserve us! That’s a Jedi lightsaber!”
Expressions falling like hard rain, the band of would-be aggressors began to back off, split up, and drift
hurriedly away. Unexpectedly deserted, their erstwhile leader was unwilling to admit defeat so quickly.
He stared at the gleaming metal cylinder.
“Not a chance, no. A ‘Jedi’ lightsaber, is it?” He glared belligerently at the suddenly enigmatic object of
his attentions. “I suppose that would make you a ‘Jedi Knight,’ sweet splash? A lovely, lithe Jedi at that!”
He snorted derisively. “Sure and that’s no Jedi lightsaber, is it? Is it?” he growled insistently when she
failed to respond.
Finishing another spoonful of her meal, Luminara Unduli carefully set the utensil down on her nearly
empty plate, delicately patted both her decorated and her untouched lip with the supplied linen napkin,
wiped her hands, and turned to face him. Blue eyes peered upward out of her fine-featured face, and she
smiled coldly.
“You know how to find out,” she informed him softly.
The big man started to say something, hesitated, reconsidered. The attractive woman’s hands rested,
palm downward, on her thighs. The lightsaber—it certainly looked like a Jedi lightsaber, he found himself
thinking apprehensively—remained attached to her belt. Across the table, the younger woman continued
to eat her meal as though nothing out of the ordinary was taking place.
Abruptly, the gruff intruder became aware of several things simultaneously. First, he was now completely
alone. His formerly enthusiastic companions had slipped away, one by one. Second, by this time the
woman seated before him was supposed to be anxious and afraid. Instead, she only looked bored and
resigned. Third, he suddenly remembered that he had important business elsewhere.
“Uh, sorry,” he found himself mumbling. “Didn’t mean to bother you. Case of mistaken identity. Was
looking for someone else.” Turning, he hurried away from the table and toward the tavern’s entrance,
nearly tripping over a scraps bowl on the floor next to an unoccupied serving counter. Several of the
other patrons watched him go. Others eyed the two women fixedly before finding reason to return to
their own food and conversation.
Exhaling softly, Luminara turned back to the remnants of her meal.. Making a face, she pushed the bowl
and what remained of the meal away from her. The boorish intrusion had spoiled her appetite.
“You handled that well, Master Luminara.” Barriss was finishing up her own food. The Padawan’s
perception might occasionally be lacking, but never her readiness to eat. “No noise, no fuss.”
“As you grow older, you’ll find that you occasionally have to deal with an excess of testosterone. Often
on minor worlds like Ansion.” She shook her head slowly. “I dislike such distractions.”
Barriss smiled gaily. “Don’t be so somber, Master. You can’t do anything about physical attractiveness.
Anyway, you’ve given them a story to tell, as well as a lesson.”
Luminara shrugged. “If only those in charge of the local government, this so-called Unity of Community,
were as easy to persuade to see reason.”
“It will happen.” Barriss rose swiftly. “I’m finished.” Together, the two women paid for the meal and
exited the establishment. Whispers, mutterings, and not a few awed words of admiration trailed in their
wake.
“The populace has heard we’re here to try to cement a permanent peace between the city folk of the
Unity and the Alwari nomads. They’re unaware of the far greater issues at stake. And we can’t reveal the
real reason for our presence here without alerting those who would oppose us to the fact that we know
of their deeper intentions.” Luminara drew her robe tighter around her. It was important to present as
subdued yet impressive an appearance as possible. “Because we can’t be completely honest, the locals
don’t trust us.”
Barriss nodded. “The city people think we favor the nomads, and the nomads fear we’re on the side of
the city folk. I hate politics, Master Luminara.” One hand fell to her side. “I prefer settling differences
with a lightsaber. Much more straightforward.” Her pretty face radiated a zest for life. She had not yet
lived long enough to become inured to the new.
“It’s difficult to persuade opposing sides of the rightness of your reasoning when they’re both dead.”
Turning up one of Cuipernam’s side streets, chaotic with traders and city folk of many different galactic
species, Luminara spoke while scanning not only the avenue but also the flanking walls of commercial and
residential buildings. “Anyone can handle a weapon. Reason is much more difficult to wield. Remember
that the next time you’re tempted to settle an argument with a lightsaber.”
“I bet it’s all the fault of the Trade Federation.” Barriss eyed a stall dripping with jewelry: necklaces and
earrings, rings and diadems, bracelets and hand-sculpted flash corneas. Such conventional personal
ornamentation was forbidden to a Jedi. As one of her teachers had once explained to Barriss and her
fellow Padawans, “A Jedi's glow comes from within, not from the artificial augmentation of baubles and
beads.”
Still, that necklace of Searous hair and interwoven pikach stones was justgorgeous .
“What did you say, Barriss?”
“Nothing, Master. I was just expressing dissatisfaction at the continuing scheming of the Trade
Federation.”
“Yes,” Luminara agreed. “And the Commerce Guilds. They grow more powerful by the month, always
sticking their money-hungry fingers in where they’re not wanted, even if their immediate interests are not
directly involved. Here on Ansion, they openly support the towns and cities that are loosely grouped
together as the Unity of Community even though the law of the Republic guarantees the rights of nomadic
groups like the Alwari to remain independent of such external influences. Their activities here only
complicate an already difficult situation.” They turned another corner. “As they do elsewhere.”
Barriss nodded knowingly. “Everyone still remembers the Naboo incident. Why doesn’t the Senate
simply vote to reduce their trade concessions? Thatwould settle them down a bit!”
Luminara had to fight to keep from smiling. Ah, the innocence of youth! Barriss was well meaning and a
fine Padawan, but she was unsophisticated in the ways of governance.
“It’s all very well to invoke ethics and morals, Barriss, but these days it’s commerce that seems to rule
the Republic. Sometimes the Commerce Guilds and the Trade Federation act like they’re separate
governments. They’re very clever about it, though.” Her expression twisted. “Fawning and bowing
before emissaries of the Senate, issuing a steady stream of protestations of innocence that Nute Gunray in
particular is as slippery as a Notonian mudworm. Money equals power, and power buys votes. Yes,
even in the Republic Senate. And they have powerful allies.” Her thoughts turned inward. “It’s not just
money anymore. The Republic is a soiled sea roiled by dangerous currents. The Jedi Council fears that
general dissatisfaction with the present state of governance is giving way to outright secession on many
worlds.”
Barriss stood a little taller as she strode along beside her Master. “At least everyone knows that the Jedi
are above such matters, and aren’t for sale.”
“Not for sale, no.” Luminara sank farther into preoccupation.
Barriss noted the change. “Something else troubles you, Master Luminara?”
The other woman mustered a smile. “Oh, sometimes one hears things. Odd stories, unaccredited
rumors. These days such tales seem to run rampant. This political philosophy of a certain Count Dooku,
for example.”
Though always eager to display her knowledge, Barriss hesitated before responding. “I think I recognize
the name, but not in connection with that title. Wasn’t he the Jedi who—“
Stopping sharply, Luminara threw out a hand to halt her companion. Her eyes flicked rapidly from side
to side and she was suddenly no longer introspective. Her every nerve was alert, every sense on edge.
Before Barriss could question the reason for the action, the Jedi had her lightsaber out, activated, and
fully extended before her. Without moving her head, she raised it to a challenge position. Having drawn
and activated her own weapon in response to her Master’s reaction, Barriss searched anxiously for the
source of unease. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, she glanced questioningly at her teacher.
Which was when the Hoguss plunged from above—to spit itself neatly on Luminara’s upraised
lightsaber. There was a brief stink of burning flesh, the Jedi extracted the beam, and the startled Hoguss,
its now useless killing axe locked in a powerful but lifeless grip, keeled over onto its side. The heavy
body made a dull thump as it struck the ground.
“Back!” Luminara started to retreat, the now anxious and alerted Barriss guarding her Master’s rear and
flanks.
The attackers swarmed down from rooftops and out of second-story windows, came bursting through
doorways and up out of otherwise empty crates a veritable flash flood of seedy infamy. Someone,
Luminara mused firmly as she retreated, had gone to considerable trouble and expense to arrange this
ambush. In the midst of genuine concern for herself and her Padawan, she had to admire the plotter’s
thoroughness. Whoever it was clearly knew they were dealing with more than a couple of female tourists
out for a morning’s sightseeing.
The question was, how much did they know?
There are only two ways for non-Jedi to defeat Jedi in battle: lull them into a false sense of security, or
overwhelm them with sheer force of numbers. Subtlety obviously being a notion foreign to their present
assailants, a diverse rabble of bloodthirsty but untrained individuals, their employer had opted for the
latter approach. In the crowded, active streets, the large number of attackers had gone undetected by
Luminara, their inimical feelings submerged among those of the greater crowd.
Now that the attack had begun, the Force throbbed with an enmity that was out in the open as dozens of
well-armed hired assassins fought to get close enough to their rapidly withdrawing targets to deliver a few
final, fatal blows. While the narrowness of the street and the aimless fleeing of panicked bystanders
eliminated a clear line of retreat and kept the two women from sprinting to safety, it also prevented those
of their attackers who were wielding firearms from setting up a clear shot at their intended targets. Had
they been tacticians, those in front swinging blades and other less advanced devices would have stepped
aside to give their more heavily armed comrades room in which to take aim. But a reward had been
promised to the ones who made the actual kill. While this served to inspire the truculent rabble, it also
made them reluctant to cooperate with one another in achieving their ultimate objective, lest it be a
colleague who claimed the substantial bonus.
So it was that Luminara and Barriss were able to deflect bursts from blasters as well as blows struck by
less technical weaponry such as long swords and knives. With high walls shielding them on either side
and merchants and vendors continuing to run for cover, they had room in which to work. Bodies began
to pile up in front of them, some intact, others missing significant portions of their anatomy, these having
been neatly excised by whirling shafts of intensely colored energy.
Barriss’ exuberance and occasional shouted challenge were complemented by Luminara’s steady,
silently ferocious work. Together, the two women not only kept their attackers at bay, but began to force
them back. There is something in the hushed, frighteningly efficient aspect of a fighting Jedi that takes the
heart out of an ordinary opponent. A would-be murderer has only to see a few blaster shots deflected by
the anticipatory hum of a lightsaber to realize that there might be other less potentially lethal ways to make
a living.
Then, just when the two women were on the verge of pushing the remaining attackers around a corner
and back out into an open square where they could be more effectively scattered, a roar of anticipation
rose above the fray as another two dozen assassins arrived. This mélange of humans and aliens was
better dressed, better armed, and tended to fight more as a unit than those who had preceded them. A
tiring Luminara realized suddenly that the previous hard fighting had never been intended to kill them, but
only to wear them out. Steeling herself and shouting encouragement to a visibly downcast Barriss, she
once more found herself retreating back down the narrow street they had nearly succeeded in escaping.
Drawing new courage from the arrival of fresh reinforcements, their surviving assailants redoubled their
own attack. Jedi and Padawan were forced steadily backward.
Then there was no more backward. The side street dead-ended against a featureless courtyard wall. To
anyone else it would have appeared unscalable. But a Jedi could find hand and footholds where others
would see only a smooth surface.
“Barriss!” Lightsaber whirling, Luminara indicated the reddish-colored barrier behind them. “Go up! I’ll
follow.” Dropping to his knees, a man clad in tough leathers took careful aim with a blaster. Luminara
blocked both his shots before taking one hand briefly off the lightsaber to gesture in his direction. Like a
living thing, the dangerous weapon flew out of his hands, startling him so badly he fell backward onto his
butt. Protected by his fellow assassins, he did not panic like a common killer but instead scrambled to
recover the blaster. They couldn’t keep this up forever, she knew.
“Up, I said!” Luminara did not have to turn to sense the unyielding wall behind her.
Barriss hesitated. “Master, you can cover me if I climb, but I can’t do the same for you from the top of
the wall.” Lunging, she disarmed a serpentine Wetakk who was trying to slip in under her guard. Letting
out a yelp of pain, it stepped back and switched the hooked blade it was holding to another hand, of
which it still had five remaining. Without missing a breath, the Padawan added, “You can’t climb and use
your weapon, too!”
“I’ll be all right,” Luminara assured her, even as she wondered how she was going to make the ascent
without being cut down from behind. But her first concern was for her Padawan, and not for herself.
“That’s an order, Barriss! Get up there. We have to get out of this confined space.”
Reluctantly, Barriss took a last sweeping swing to clear the ground in front of her. Then she shut down
her lightsaber, slipped it back onto her belt, pivoted, took a few steps, and leapt. The jump carried her
partway up the wall, to which she clung like a spider. Finding seemingly invisible finger-holds, she began
to ascend. Below and behind her, Luminara single-handedly held back the entire surging throng of eager
killers.
Nearly at the top, Barriss looked back and down. Luminara was not only holding off her own assailants,
but had moved forward to ensure that none of those in the back would have time to take aim at the
climbing Padawan. Barriss hesitated.
“Master Luminara, there are too many! I can’t protect you from up here.”
The Jedi turned to respond. As she did so, she failed to see or sense a small Throbe standing behind a
much larger human. The Throbe’s blaster was small, its aim wild, but the undeflected shot still managed
to graze the woman in the umber robes. Luminara staggered.
“Master!” Frantic, Barriss debated whether to ascend the remaining distance to the top of the wall or
disobey her Master and drop back down to aid her. In the midst of her confusion, a subtle tremor ran
through her mind. It was a disturbance in the Force, but one very different from anything they had
experienced this dreadful morning. It was also surprisingly strong.
Yelling encouragement, the two men plunged past on either side of Luminara. Neither was physically
imposing, though one had a build suggestive of considerable future development. Lightsabers flashing,
they fell in among the bewildered band of assassins, their weapons dealing out havoc in Bantha-sized
doses.
To their credit, the attackers held their ground for another couple of moments. Then, their associates
falling all around them, the survivors broke and fled. In less than a minute, the street was clear and the
way back to the central square unobstructed. Letting go of the wall, Barriss dropped the considerable
distance to the ground, to find herself facing an attractive young man who wore confidence like a
handmade suit. Smiling cockily, he deactivated his lightsaber and regarded her appraisingly.
“I’ve been told that morning exercise is good for the soul as well as the body. Hello, Barriss Offee.”
“Anakin Skywalker. Yes, I remember you from training.” Automatically nodding her thanks, she hurried
to her Master’s side. The other newcomer was already examining Luminara's blaster wound.
“It’s not serious.”
Luminara pulled her garments closed rather more sharply than was necessary. “You’re early, Obi-Wan,”
she told her colleague. “We weren’t expecting you until the day after tomorrow.”
“Our ship made good time.” As the four emerged onto the square, Obi-Wan’s gaze swept the open
space. Presently, it was as void of inimical disturbance, as was the Force. He allowed himself to relax
slightly. “Since we arrived early, we suspected there would be no one to meet us at the space port. So
we decided to come looking for you. When you weren’t at your stated residence, we decided to take a
stroll to acquaint ourselves with the city. That’s when I sensed trouble. It drew us to you.”
“Well, I certainly can’t fault your timing.” She smiled gratefully. It was the same intriguing smile that
Obi-Wan remembered from working with her previously, framed as it was by its differently toned lips.
“The situation was becoming awkward.”
“Awkward!” Anakin declared. “Why, if Master Obi-Wan and I hadn’t—” The look of disapproval the
Jedi shot him was enough to destroy the observation in midsentence.
“Something I’ve been curious about ever since we were given this assignment.” Barriss moved a little
farther away from her counterpart and closer to the two senior Jedi. “Why arefour of us needed here, to
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