Star Wars - [The Last of the Jedi - 02] - Dark Warning (by Jude Watson)

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DARK WARNING
CHAPTER ONE
He was getting closer. Within minutes, he would spot them.
Obi-Wan Kenobi watched from the cockpit of a grounded, dilapidated cruiser as Boba Fett
methodically searched the crowded Red Twins spaceport, looking for his prey. The Jedi saw Fett's
compact body move down the rows of space cruisers, his helmet turning as he and his surveillance
devices took everything in.
Obi-Wan could see that Fett was moving in a pattern that only seemed random. The bounty hunter
was cutting over after every third ship to the next line, then skipping a row, moving backward, then
moving forward on alternate rows. It was a complex pattern to follow for an ordinary being, but riot for
an exceptional tracker like Boba Fett . . . or a Jedi like Obi-Wan. To an observer, Fett would seem to
be ambling in a casual fashion, but within a few minutes he would have checked out every ship in the
spaceport. Including the Jedi's.
Obi-Wan saw his companion, Ferus Olin, watching Fett from the shadows of the cockpit.
"I give us three minutes," Ferus said.
"Two and a half," Obi-Wan amended.
Ferus and Obi-Wan had landed at the Red Twin spaceport just a few minutes before, along with
their stowaway, thirteen-year-old Trever Flume. They had tangled with Boba Fett on the planet Bellassa,
and were acutely aware of his skills. Plus, he had another bounty hunter with him — D'harhan, a cyborg
with an unattractive but lethal laser cannon for a head. Imperial security forces, led by the Inquisitor
Malorum, had hired the bounty hunters to catch Ferus, a hero of the resistance movement on Bellassa.
Even as Obi-Wan ticked off their possibilities for escape, he wanted to kick himself down the
spaceport for being here in the first place. He had been on Tatooine when he had heard Ferus was in
trouble — Tatooine, where he was supposed to stay and watch over the young Luke Skywalker.
Obi-Wan had always liked the former Jedi apprentice, who had left the Order right before he was
scheduled to take the Trials — in fact, he had been relieved that someone who had been so close to the
Jedi was still alive. But was saving Ferus enough of a reason to risk leaving Tatooine? Obi-Wan had
been racked with indecision . . . until he heard his former Master, Qui-Gon Jinn, who had at last spoken
to him, thanks to Qui-Gon's training with the Whills.
What a shock it had been to hear Qui-Gon's voice, and how unsurprising it should have been that
Qui-Gon had been the one to tell him to leave. Things much bigger than Ferus were at stake, and
Qui-Gon told him he needed to follow the Living Force . . . and his feelings.
So he had followed them to Bellassa, had become tangled up with the resistance, and had barely
escaped with Ferus. Now he was halfway across the galaxy from Tatooine, with two bounty hunters on
his tail. Meanwhile, Inquisitor Malorum was getting closer to the truth of Luke and Leia's existence, by
investigating Polis Massa, the place where their mother, Padme Amidala, had died. Obi-Wan knew he
had to stop Malorum ... but first he had to dodge the bounty hunters on his trail. Obi-Wan couldn't return
to Tatooine until he had shaken them off. He couldn't lead anyone to the hidden son of Anakin
Skywalker.
"Hey, fellas?" Trever spoke up. His spiky blue hair seemed to quiver with anxiety as he looked from
Obi-Wan to Ferus. "Not to jump in here, but shouldn't we be taking off in a
hurry-up-and-blast-me-outta-here sort of way?"
"He'll just follow us," Ferus said. "And there's no way we'll shake him in this bucket. We need a
different ship. This won't end until we get one and get out of here."
"Right, excellent," Trever said. "Not a problem. Just give me a minute."
"You can't steal one," Obi-Wan warned.
"Sure I can," the young teenager said. "All I have to do is bypass the initial ignition security controls,
then —"
Obi-Wan held up his hand. "Then we'll have security to contend with as well as Boba Fett. We have
to do this without causing any alarm."
"There's a new concept for you, kid," Ferus said to Trever.
"I'll try to keep up," Trever replied with a grin. Despite his young age, he had been the most adept
street thief in the capital city of Ussa on Bellassa. At only thirteen, he had controlled a large portion of the
black market. When things got too hot for him, he had stowed away with Obi-Wan and Ferus as they'd
made their escape.
But if things had been one-sun hot then, they were three-sun hot now.
Quickly, Obi-Wan, Ferus, and Trever gathered their survival packs and jumped off the ship.
Obi-Wan made sure to cloak himself, his head unrecognizable under a hood. He did not want to be
recognized by Boba Fett.
"We'll have to try a trade. The trick is," Obi-Wan said under his breath as he kept his eyes on the
roving figure of Boba Fett, "to pick the right ship. And the right pilot. He's got to think he's getting a deal,
but the deal can't be too good or he'll get suspicious."
"I wonder where D'harhan is," Ferus said.
"Probably stayed on the ship," Obi-Wan guessed. "He'd attract the attention of security."
They disembarked from their ship and threaded through the grumbling crowd. The new Empire
regulations had made check-in slow, and departures were often held up while lengthy security checks
were gone through. Pilots and passengers milled around, killing time until their numbers flashed on a huge
screen overhead. At that point they joined the line to the security checkpoint inside the main building.
Some of them had turned the area in front of the hangar into an informal picnic area, and the bartering of
food and drink was going on in a lively exchange typical of pilots, as they variously insulted and flattered
each other into trades.
Obi-Wan perused the ships. They needed something with a hyperdrive, something spaceworthy but
not too flashy. They needed speed and some kind of weaponry. Knowing Boba Fett's heavily armed
Firespray attack ship, laser cannons would certainly come in handy.
In his head, Obi-Wan counted off the rows of ships and the complex pattern Fett was following. If
they kept weaving in a counter-pattern, they wouldn't run into him. Of course, he would find their ship
very soon, and his surveillance would intensify. But if they were lucky, they'd blast off the spaceport by
then.
If they were lucky.
Which they weren't.
Boba Fett changed his pattern and spotted them from afar, attacking immediately from behind. The
Force surged, warning Obi-Wan only a split second before the bounty hunter was on them.
Blaster bolts streaked toward them. Obi-Wan leaped and dodged. He didn't want to use his
lightsaber — not here, with a crowd looking on. News that a Jedi had been seen would spread, and the
hunt would intensify. As far as the galaxy was concerned, all the Jedi had been wiped out. Any Jedi who
was found would quickly share the same fate.
Ferus's Jedi training made him move quicker than an ordinary bystander, dodging almost in time with
Obi-Wan. Trever's street smarts sent him diving under the belly of a ship. A surprised pilot poked his
head out of his cockpit dome a second after blaster bolts ripped into his hull. He started to swear at
Boba Fett, but backed down when Fett swiveled and aimed his Westar-34 blaster in his direction.
The diversion gave Obi-Wan two seconds — two seconds that spun out into a long moment of
contemplation, as he pinpointed the exact location of the ships surrounding him, the crowd, the buildings.
He saw opportunity for temporary shelter but he did not see what he was looking for — an avenue of
escape.
When in doubt, he thought, do the unexpected.
Obi-Wan charged, his hood still concealing his identity. He lunged into the teeth of the blaster fire,
weaponless. A surprised Boba Fett took a step back. He was too good to stumble, but for the smallest
whisper of a second he was slightly off balance. Obi-Wan saw it. Fett's left side was the vulnerable point.
He leaped. In midair, he twisted, coming down with one boot planted squarely on Boba Fett's left
knee. But to his surprise, Fett didn't go over. Obi-Wan felt the bounty hunter's body give, but suddenly
Fett reversed direction, planting himself more firmly. Obi-Wan was stopped cold and had the unpleasant
sensation of feeling an armored elbow smash into the back of his head, sending him to the ground.
He'd seen that move before. The memory of a desperate fight on Kamino came back to him. Jango
Fett had taught his son well. If only Obi-Wan had remembered it in time.
Ferus came charging as Obi-Wan rolled to his feet, ducking blaster bolts with his Jedi reflexes.
Suddenly, the ship next to them exploded. Obi-Wan and Ferus were sent flying by the power of the
blast, riding a cushion of air that slammed them into the permacrete. Molten durasteel rained around
them. Ferus ducked as a cockpit seat landed only millimeters from his head.
"Well, hello, D'harhan," Ferus said through gritted teeth.
There was a moment of shocked silence after the blast, and then sirens began to sound. Pilots and
passengers searched for a safe vantage point from which to watch the battle. It had been a boring
afternoon, and no one minded a little diversion. It promised to be a good fight.
Ferus popped to his feet. His face was black with smoke and dust from the explosion. "Love the way
those guys introduce themselves," he said to Obi-Wan.
Boba Fett was taking advantage of the explosion to move in, his blaster bolts streaking through the
air. Obi-Wan knew he had to get under cover, away from the spectators. Somewhere he could use his
lightsaber without attracting attention.
"Go left," he said tersely to Ferus. "Keep D'harhan occupied."
"Why do I always get the mean guy?" Ferus replied, with more humor than Obi-Wan remembered
him having as an apprentice.
Ferus seemed to float away, he moved so gracefully, sliding between two starships and disappearing.
Obi-Wan used the Force to propel his jump, clearing the ship on his right and landing on the peaked
durasteel roof of the hangar. There was a dormer midway down the roof, a window that was built into
the roof itself. Obi-Wan dived for cover behind the overhang.
Fett was wearing a jetpack, and he soared above to land on the roof only seconds after Obi-Wan.
He advanced cautiously, unable to see the Jedi. Obi-Wan activated his lightsaber. He did it so rarely now
that he felt a surge of feelings flood him when he did, something close to pain and joy, a remembrance of
what it had once meant to be a Jedi. Once he had traveled freely through the galaxy. Now he had to hide
what he was. Now all he knew was secrecy and caution.
Blaster bolts suddenly ripped through the dormer, only centimeters from where he waited. Boba Fett
was taking no chances.
Obi-Wan didn't move, even though he felt the sear of heat on his cheek.
He heard the footsteps approaching. Just as they reached the corner of the dormer, just when there
was only a split second before Fett would see him, Obi-Wan leaped out.
But Fett must have been expecting this. Taking barely a second to aim, he fired the concussion
missile in his jetpack.
Obi-Wan felt the shock waves reverberate. He was blown off the roof, his body lifting into the air
like a scrap of cloth. He slowed down the moment, looking for a way to land that wouldn't involve
smashing into the permacrete rising toward him.
He reached for the grapnel line on his utility belt. He sent it flying as he fell, the hook catching on the
edge of the roof. He bounced in the air, hard, wrenching his shoulder as he quickly swung himself back
up. He hit the roof and kept going, charging at Fett, his lightsaber glowing. He severed Fett's blaster rifle
in one clean stroke.
Obi-Wan had nowhere to go as Fett suddenly slammed into him, wrapping his arms around the Jedi's
body, knocking away his lightsaber, and propelling him backward, trying to push him off the roof. Instead
of trying to break Fett's grip, Obi-Wan seized his arms, and the two men shot off the edge, spinning in
midair. The crowd below saw them now and gasped.
The two bodies fell through the air for several long seconds before Fett activated his jetpack. As he
fired his thrusters, he maneuvered the jetpack so he could slam Obi-Wan against the side of the building
repeatedly. Obi-Wan felt the blows shudder through his bones.
Fett reversed and came at the building again. Obi-Wan saw the solid duracrete zooming toward his
face. He called on the Force to help. He would need it. At the last moment, he drew his legs up and
kicked out. The jolt radiated up through his skull. They spun out, and Obi-Wan used the opportunity to
loosen Fett's hold. He dropped, gathering the Force to ease his landing and recapture his fallen
lightsaber.
He didn't injure himself, but the pain that traveled up his legs told him that his push off the wall had
cost him. Spectators scattered as he rose to his feet. Boba Fett was coming after him, relentless.
Ferus ran through the crowd. Obi-Wan felt the Force surge in warning as another cannon blast from
D'harhan leveled part of the hangar.
Ferus was blown back by the blast. D'harhan kept coming. Boba Fett was gathering himself for
another assault. Obi-Wan charged forward, grabbed Ferus, and pulled him to his feet.
"Come on," Obi-Wan urged. He hadn't come this far to lose Ferus now.
He helped Ferus stumble past the rubble and leap into the half-demolished hangar. Massive doors
were on the other end, firmly shut tight. D'harhan and Boba Fett followed through the opening, blocking
any way out.
Obi-Wan and Ferus were trapped.
CHAPTER TWO
Fett and D'harhan didn't give them a chance to form a strategy. The bounty hunters were all
movement, D'harhan passing Fett a blaster so they could both fire at will. The air filled with debris and
smoke.
"I wish I had a lightsaber," Ferus muttered as he and Obi-Wan dived for cover behind a large ship
awaiting repair. He had turned in his lightsaber when he'd left the Order. "Now would be an excellent
time to draw yours, Obi-Wan."
Still, Obi-Wan waited. He and Ferus settled back against a large repair console filled with tools. He
saw the smoke curl from D'harhan's head, and he knew the laser cannons had overheated. Boba Fett's
blaster fire couldn't penetrate the ship. They were safe for the moment.
But only for the moment. Obi-Wan scanned the hangar. Despite D'harhan's incredible firepower, he
knew Fett was the greater threat. Of the two of them, Fett had the cunning.
Above, struts held the roof in place. A series of arcing flexible durasteel supports crisscrossed the
high space. Half of the roof had been blasted off when Fett had fired the concussion missile.
The support arches would be an excellent place to stage a battle. Fett had his jetpack, but D'harhan
would be at a disadvantage. He would have to remain on the ground.
Obi-Wan pointed with his chin. "Can you make it?" he asked Ferus, indicating the gridwork above.
Ferus grinned. "Can a bantha fly?"
"Actually, no."
"You're such a stickler for details, Obi-Wan."
Suddenly, the Force surged, and Obi-Wan heard a slight whine. D'harhan had released another blast
from his laser cannon. The cruiser under repair suffered a direct hit. Flames blew back toward Obi-Wan
and Ferus, and they leaped to avoid them.
It was just what Boba Fett was waiting for. Obi-Wan's lightsaber danced, deflecting the bounty
hunter's blaster fire as Obi-Wan leaped to safety on a strut high above. Ferus landed on a ship next to the
now-destroyed cruiser, then used the momentum of his jump to make a second leap, calling on the Force
this time. He sailed into the air, his fingertips grazing the lowermost beam. Obi-Wan saw panic in his
eyes. He reached down and grabbed Ferus's wrist, then hauled him up.
Boba Fett moved quickly, activating the propellants on his jetpack and zooming into the air, firing as
he came. Deflecting the bolts, Obi-Wan took up the rear as he and Ferus raced to the roof opening.
Ferus had his own crude weaponry to employ. He reached into his pocket, then tossed something at
Fett, a shining disk that spun in a clean line, straight toward him. Fett dodged, but the disk hit his armor
near the shoulder, searing a crack into the surface. Obi-Wan realized that Ferus had filled his pockets
with the round laser cutting blades that fit into a servocutter tool. He tossed another and another, and Fett
had a hard time dodging them. With every burst from his jetpack, he zoomed perilously close to the
beams.
Silently congratulating Ferus for his inventiveness, Obi-Wan reversed course and charged toward the
careening Fett, swinging his lightsaber over his head as he ran. He pinpointed the bolts that held the
sheets of durasteel in place for the roof, hitting each one with a quick, cutting touch in a careful pattern.
Now all D'harhan had to do was cooperate.
The cyborg was nothing if not predictable. Obi-Wan saw his laser cannon revolve as it followed him.
The red tracking light began to pulse.
Boba Fett instantly knew what was going to happen. Obi-Wan saw a new urgency in his attempts to
dodge Ferus's spinning laser cuttings as he dove down to stop D'harhan.
He was too late. The cannonfire streaked toward them. Obi-Wan had anticipated it and swung on a
beam, flying through the air toward the rear of the hangar. Ferus was close on his heels.
The firepower ripped into the roof where Obi-Wan had been. The bolts had all been cut by the
lightsaber on this particular panel, and the thin durasteel peeled back like the rind of a fruit, falling toward
the floor below.
Boba Fett made it to safety, but D'harhan was caught. The falling durasteel panel hit him squarely on
the back, crashing him to the ground and pinning his legs.
Obi-Wan and Ferus dropped to the floor below. Swinging his lightsaber, Obi-Wan advanced on
Fett. Ferus took shelter behind the various ships, trying to get behind Boba Fett so they could corner
him. With D'harhan temporarily out of commission, this would be their best chance to stop Fett.
Unfortunately the damage had not gone unnoticed by the spaceport security. A fight among pilots
was one thing, property damage another. Suddenly speeders soared into the space, piloted by security
officers armed with blaster rifles. Fett was their first target, and they headed for him. The bounty hunter
now had his hands full as he turned to meet their assault.
With a quick swipe, Obi-Wan destroyed the control panel on D'harhan's laser cannon. The cyborg's
usual smile was now a grimace. His expressionless voice was hoarse. "You think you've won, don't you.
But we don't lose. One day you'll be another Jedi prisoner on Coruscant. Malorum has his ways."
Blaster fire suddenly ripped into the ground next to them. More security officers had arrived.
"Don't move," an amplified voice said.
As Ferus joined them, D'harhan's grin grew wider. "Now we'll all be in prison together."
Ferus leaned down. "We're not going anywhere with you, you slab of circuit parts."
Obi-Wan heard the hum of an engine. He saw through the partially open door that a space cruiser
had jockeyed out of the line and was edging toward the hangar.
Trever.
Ferus saw him, too. "Time to catch the air taxi," he said.
They raced toward the ship. Trever spun it around and released the landing ramp even as he began
to rise in the air. With a flying leap, Obi-Wan and Ferus hit the ramp and pulled themselves onboard.
Blaster bolts peppered the closing ramp as they ran up into the belly of the ship. They reached the
cockpit just as Trever sent the cruiser screaming above the spaceport.
As they streaked up into the atmosphere, the Red Twins dwindled into two pulsating crimson dots,
then just a single reddish glow.
"Nice driving, kid," Ferus told Trever. "Where'd you get the ship'?"
Trever's face was flushed. "Traded for it while you were dancing around. I figured we'd need a clean
getaway."
"Not so clean," Obi-Wan said. A glowing light was streaking across the sky.
Boba Fett had escaped to his ship.
CHAPTER THREE
Trever looked at the control panel. "Aw, you've got to be kidding me. This guy is really starting to get
on my nerves."
Without taking his eyes from the fighter following them, Obi-Wan said, "We can lose him in
hyperspace."
"Right," Trever said. "If only we had a hyperdrive."
Ferus rotated arid fixed Trever with an incredulous look. "You didn't trade for a ship with a
hyperdrive?"
"I didn't have much time, you know," Trever protested.
"We're at the edge of the Outer Rim," Ferus said. "Every ship has a hyperdrive out here. Except the
one we're on."
"I didn't see you being choosy when I came to rescue you," Trever shot back.
"If you two don't mind a suggestion," Obi-Wan said. "The what-ifs aren't helping. Fett is gaining."
Ferus was starting to hate it when Obi-Wan was right. "You want me to take over?" he asked,
pointing to the controls.
"Sure." Obi-Wan crossed to the nav computer. "I hate flying. And, Trever, I think this might be a little
beyond your experience."
Ferus took over the controls. He wondered about his own experience. For the past few years he'd
been living quietly on Bellassa, trying to put his Jedi past behind him. The decision to leave had been the
hardest one he'd ever made, and it had haunted him every day and every night. He'd let his rival, Anakin
Skywalker, push him into leaving. He'd left behind a life of missions and meaning for . . . isolation. He and
his friend Roan had lived quietly — until the rise of the Empire had turned them into Rebels. Ferus had
found his cause once more. And he had vowed to stick to it this time, until the Empire was defeated.
Roan was lost now, Bellassa a new part of his past. Once more, Ferus found himself on the path of a
Jedi — but unsure whether it was a path he was allowed to take.
He pushed the speed, then dropped back, trying to get a feel for the unfamiliar engines. "I'm just going
to have to outfly him."
Obi-Wan cast an uneasy glance out the cockpit window. "I have confidence in your piloting skills,
Ferus, but I've seen this Firespray in action. For a small ship, it's impressive. Don't let it fool you. In
addition to those blaster cannons, it has laser cannons and seismic minelayers."
"Piece of sweetcake," Trever said, but he looked pale as he saw how quickly Fett was gaining on
them. "Don't you want to speed up?" he asked Ferus nervously.
"We know he can outrun us," Ferus pointed out. "The only way we're going to win this is if we're
able to outmaneuver him."
Obi-Wan studied the star map. "Let me see if I can find an asteroid shower to hide in or a dense
nebula," Obi-Wan said. "We need to play hide-and-seek."
They were almost within firing distance now. Obi-Wan quickly flipped through the different quadrants
on the nay computer. "There's a dense nebula close by. All uninhabited star clusters. If we can manage to
hold on, we can make it in a few minutes."
The armored plating on Boba Fett's ship slid back and the laser cannon sprang to life. Streaks of light
headed toward them. Ferus went into a steep dive even as Fett put on speed, zooming toward them.
"I didn't think he'd be . . . quite this fast," Ferus said, pushing the speed and making a hard right.
The cannonfire just missed them. Another barrage flew in their direction.
Ferus tumbled and turned the ship, spinning and diving. Trever was slammed against the console and
quickly leaped into a seat in order to grab the armrests.
They were in a race now, a race they couldn't possibly win. The attack sent shock waves that
buffeted the ship, rocking it. It shook so hard that Obi-Wan was afraid it would break apart. He felt his
teeth rattle.
"We'd better get there soon," Ferus said. "We're running out of fuel."
"He said he'd just refilled it!" Trever protested.
"Never trust a pilot, kid," Ferus said.
The cannon fired again, and though Ferus went into a dive, the ship quaked as it was struck. Fett
followed up the cannonfire with a targeting torpedo.
"Hang on!" Ferus shouted.
The ship dived, then looped up. The torpedo followed, tracking them precisely.
"This is a cargo ship, right?" Obi-Wan asked Trever. The boy nodded. "Release the cargo."
Trever flipped the switch. The cargo bay opened and spilled out empty bins and boxes. At the same
moment, Ferus pushed the ship into another steep dive. The torpedo's tracking device followed the cargo
instead.
"That'll only work once," Ferus said. "And we've got a problem. I don't think the power systems are
used to getting knocked around like this. We have some yellow warning lights flashing. Our systems are
failing."
"Nebulae coming up!" Trever shouted.
It wasn't a moment too soon. Ferus counted off the seconds as Fett pounded behind them. The
Force filled the cabin. In times of need, Ferus was able to access it and use it — that had never fully gone
away. He felt it move through him, and he relaxed his grip on the controls. Once, he had based his life on
trusting the Force. He had to remember to do that again.
The ship suddenly entered a tunnel of tiny stars rotating around a central energy core. Golden light
filled the ship, and the atmospheric disturbance caused it to bounce alarmingly. "Hang on!" Ferus
shouted. He maneuvered the cruiser so that it rode the currents, rotating as it jolted from one edge of the
star corridor to the other. "How long will we be in this?" he barked to Obi-Wan.
"Not long. We're on the edge of an unstable current, but it's moving fast away from us."
Fett followed, not giving up, just as intrepid as Ferus — and just as willing to push his ship.
Obi-Wan hung on to the console as he studied the star map. There was incomplete information here,
gaps in the mapping, no doubt because of the volatility of the atmosphere. "It looks like there's a planet
called Deneter up ahead. It was abandoned after the Clone Wars — it was so decimated by battles that
the population emigrated to the Core. It has twenty orbiting uninhabited satellites." He shouted out the
coordinates to Ferus. They might be able to lose Fett among the satellites.
They passed through the star tunnel and into the planet's atmosphere. Ferus pushed the ship, zooming
from one satellite to another, lurking behind one to zoom out behind the next. Boba Fett stayed on their
tail, blasting his cannons.
"This isn't working," Obi-Wan said. "We can't shake him."
"I'm not out of tricks yet," Ferus muttered, hoping it was true. "Trever, remember your gravsled
action?"
On the streets of Ussa, Trever had used the unwieldy gravsled like an airspeeder, pushing its
capabilities in order to evade Empire security. "Which action?" Trever asked, his eyes on Fett's ship.
"The one where you pretend to spin out, and then recover and zoom off?" Ferus said.
"Yeah. Worked every time."
"How'd you do it?"
"Well, it takes a certain touch," Trever said. "And an extra boost on the stabilizers."
"I'll need a boost from another system," Ferus said. "Can you patch in some power from the
hydraulics?"
"Wait a second," Obi-Wan said. "That could leave us without enough braking power to land."
Another barrage of cannonfire sent the ship into a steep dive. This time, the blast hit them in the rear.
The ship careened out of control for several long, agonizing seconds while Ferus fought to stabilize. At
last, with a great groan, the ship righted itself.
"Then again," Obi-Wan said, "we can worry about landing when the time comes."
"My thoughts exactly," Ferus said through gritted teeth.
Trever dived to the floor and wrenched open the engine panel. He leaped inside the small space. "I
don't have much experience with sublight engines, but . . ." They heard muttering and clanking. "Got it!"
Trever shouted from below.
"Okay, everyone," Ferus said. "When I say 'hang on,' I really mean it this time."
Ferus speeded up, pushing the engines past maximum now. A slight wobble on the wings told them
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DARKWARNING CHAPTERONE     Hewasgettingcloser.Withinminutes,hewouldspotthem.     Obi-WanKenobiwatchedfromthecockpitofagrounded,dilapidatedcruiserasBobaFettmethodicallysearchedthecrowdedRedTwinsspaceport,lookingforhisprey.TheJedisawFett'scompactbodymovedowntherowsofspacecruisers,hishelmetturningashea...

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