Conquest: Edge of Victory I (15 page)

“Vape impartiality!” Jaina replied. “Fey’lya’s not impartial.”

“No, he’s not. But his concerns are different.”

“Yeah. He’s more concerned about the Vong than he is about his own citizens.”

“That’s not true,” Luke said gently. “To be honest, I never thought he would send ships to the Yavin system. I had to ask, though, and we did learn some things.”

“Right. Like Fey’lya sent the Vong there in the first place.”

“I doubt that very much,” Luke said. “I think things happened pretty much as he said. When the Yuuzhan Vong showed up they found Karrde fighting the Peace Brigade, and when they took occupation, Karrde turned on them. They then contacted the New Republic. And Fey’lya’s right—I should have seen this coming, long ago. The Yavin system has been at risk for months now.
Only the concentrated effort of the Jedi there even allowed us to think it was safe.”

“That’s perfect, Luke,” Mara said. “Blame yourself.”

Luke lifted his eyebrows, surprised at the brittle anger in her tone. “I’m not trying to allocate blame, Mara.”

“Then spare us your apologies for Fey’lya and the senate. What are we going to do?”

“What Anakin did,” Jaina said. “Talon Karrde is out there right now, fighting a holding action for help that will never come. He’ll stay there until they pick all of his ships off, one by one. Won’t he, Shada?”

“Yes.”

Luke fixed her with his gaze. “I understand your concern, Jaina, but what good will one more X-wing do Karrde
or
Anakin?”

“More good than sitting here. And we can contact Mom and Dad, have them bring the
Millennium Falcon
.”

“First of all, Han and Leia are still out of contact. More important, you heard what Fey’lya said.”

“Oh,
please
let them try arresting us,” Mara grunted.

“You think I care even faintly what that scruffy Bothan said?” Jaina chimed in. “Uncle Luke, we can’t do
nothing
.”

Luke placed his hand on Mara’s arm. “Listen to me, all of you. I’m not worried about arrest as such, and I think you all know that. But things aren’t good for the Jedi now. If we have
any
friends left in high places, we can’t afford to alienate them. We’re already considered rogues. We
can’t
allow ourselves to be cast as enemies of the state.”

“If they’re stupid enough to think
that
, let ’em,” Jaina snarled. “They’re hopeless.”

“Right,” Jacen said sardonically. “That’s really what we need right now, Jaina—a civil war within the New Republic, as if the war with the Yuuzhan Vong isn’t already enough. Besides, Uncle Luke is right. I don’t think
the weight we could add to the battle would help, not considering the situation as Shada outlined it.”

“What, then?” Shada asked. “Karrde can’t do it alone.”

“What if we added a Star Destroyer to the equation?” Luke said.

Shada looked thoughtful for a moment, then nodded slightly. “If the Yuuzhan Vong don’t get more reinforcements—maybe.”

“Terrik,” Mara said.

“Terrik,” Luke agreed.

“I thought you said you couldn’t find him?” Jacen asked.

“No, but I have some ideas about where to look. All I need is someone to look for him.”

Jaina stared. Jacen nodded. “Yes,” he said.

“No, now wait a minute,” Jaina said. “You want us to chase halfway around the galaxy for a Star Destroyer we might never find—”

“Jaina,” Jacen interrupted. “Do you think Anakin is dead?”

She hesitated fractionally. “No. I
know
he’s not.”

“Right. I don’t think he’s dead either. I don’t even think they’ve caught him. Anakin knows Yavin Four as well as we do, maybe better. The Yuuzhan Vong don’t know it at all. If they didn’t catch him when they landed, it would take a miracle for them to find him.”

“Unless he ran right up to their ships, lightsaber swinging, which is just what Anakin is likely to do,” Jaina said.

“He’s headstrong,” Jacen said, “but he isn’t stupid. He knows help is on the way. He probably knows Karrde is there already. The problem is, he can’t get to Karrde or Karrde to him because the Yuuzhan Vong are in the way. Uncle Luke is right—a couple more X-wings or even the
Falcon
won’t change that equation much. The
Errant Venture
would.”

Jaina’s nostrils flared. “Uncle Luke, you aren’t just trying to get us out of the way, are you?”

Luke shook his head. “How do you plot
that
course? No. Jacen’s laid out the situation perfectly. Let me add to that the fact that since Valin is Booster Terrik’s grandson, Booster will be more than happy to help.”

“And Terrik isn’t tied directly to the Jedi.”

“What are you talking about?” Mara interrupted. “Corran Horn is Valin’s father, and last I heard, he was with Booster.”

“Corran distanced himself from us after Ithor,” Luke replied. “Fey’lya might suspect something, but he won’t be able to prove it. Which reminds me—Shada got here without revealing she has most of the Jedi candidates with her. If they turn up here on Coruscant, with us, Fey’lya will know we’re behind Karrde being there. That may or may not be a situation I can control. But they aren’t safe here anyway. When you go to find Terrik, I want you to take the candidates with you.”

“What, in an X-wing?”

“We have Shada’s ships—” Jacen began.

“Oh, no,” Shada said. “They aren’t my ships, they’re Karrde’s, and he needs them. I’m returning to the Yavin system, and I’m doing it very soon, no matter what you work out here.”

“We’ll take the
Jade Shadow
,” Mara said. “I can convert some space. It may still be a little cramped, with all of the kids, but she’ll do the job.”

“You and I can’t leave Coruscant,” Luke said bluntly.

Mara’s eyes flashed. “Skywalker, if this is about my ‘delicate state,’ you can shove—”

“It’s not, Mara. We can’t attract suspicion. Fey’lya’s watching us. It’ll be hard enough to get Jacen and Jaina out without raising eyebrows, but that can be done.”

Mara seemed to roll that around in her mouth.
I don’t like playing these games
, she practically hurled at him.

I don’t either
, he replied.

The room was silent for a score of heartbeats, during which time Luke realized that everyone else in the room
was staring at them. Their mouths were admirably closed, but their read in the Force was purely gape-jawed.

No, not all of them are surprised
, Luke suddenly knew.

It was typically Jaina who broke the silence. “Mara? You’re? …”

“Bright kid,” Mara said. Her eyes narrowed a little. “Jacen?”

Jacen seemed to be trying to see the individual atoms in the floor. His face was redshifting.

“You
peeked
,” Mara accused.

“I, uh, didn’t
mean
to,” he mumbled. “But when I started using the Force again at Duro …” He looked around helplessly for support.

“We were going to tell you soon, anyway,” Luke said.

“That’s wonderful!” Jaina exploded. “Mara, congratulations.” Her brows scrunched a bit. “I guess? I mean, I didn’t think—”

“What?” Mara said, nailing the younger woman with a pointed gaze. “Didn’t think what?”

“Oh, I—nothing,” Jaina replied, her face suddenly twinning her brother’s in hue.

“It’s just suprising,” Jacen said, for her. “You were sick for so long.”

Mara nodded. “Yeah. Well, the universe surprises you sometimes. And sometimes—on rare occasions—in a good way.”

“In the
best
way,” Jaina burbled. “Congratulations. To both of you.”

“Thank you,” Luke said.

“ ‘Cousin Jaina.’ I like the sound of it.”

“So do I,” Mara replied, lips twitching in a smile. “But that doesn’t solve the immediate problem. So, ‘Cousin Jaina’—why don’t you take the
Jade Shadow
and go find Booster, already?”

Jaina’s eyes widened. “You’re offering me your ship?”

“Loaning it for a good cause. Just don’t get her dinged up, understood?”

“Understood,” Jaina replied. “But if we don’t find Booster within a standard week—”

“We will find him,” Jacen interjected.

“Either way,” Jaina warned, “you won’t keep me away from Yavin Four. Not if I have to fly there on a repulsorsled.”

Anakin sped over what might have been the billows and curls, thunderstorms and circlestorms of a vast sea of green clouds. The illusion was nearly perfect as the sun reddened, puddled, and shrank against the horizon like a fusion explosion going in slow reverse, condensing back into the bomb that had released it. The real clouds were orange-and-umber lace, and the gas giant was just slipping under the horizon as well. A rare true night was settling, the first in the three standard days since he’d left the crash site.

But the green clouds were an illusion, a potentially deadly one. They were really treetops, and if he passed through one at this speed, he wouldn’t experience the slight dampness and negligible turbulence that flying through a cloud produced; he would shatter his makeshift speeder and possibly his own bones against them.

And so he closed his eyes and used the Force, feeling the life below him, watching for it thrusting too high.

It was exhilarating to be flying again, so much so that for moments at a time Anakin nearly forgot what he was doing and where he was going. He kept reaching for the throttle, to really open her up, to feel the wind in his face turn into a fluid, cheek-biting sheet of speed.

But the throttle was already open; the “speeder” quite simply wasn’t. He’d tinkered with it as much as he could, but no amount of jury-rigging could transform a cannibalized A-wing repulsorlift welded to an awkward strut-work
chassis into a fleet steed of the winds. The pilot seat from his X-wing perched atop the improbable cagelike thing, and before him were exactly four controls—an on-off switch, a throttle and lift control circuited to the repulsor, and a tiller that wagged a large aluminum rudder behind him. Not the most wieldy craft he’d ever flown, and his maximum speed was a poky ninety klicks an hour. Still, it would get him there faster than walking or waiting for the repairs on the transport.

He stretched out farther in the Force, touching Tahiri again. She was in a dark place and he felt pain, or the fading of pain. He couldn’t tell where.

Anakin
.

That startled him. His name rang like an H’kig chime, nothing fuzzy about it.

“I’m coming, Tahiri,” he whispered.

Anakin …
But the sense of words dissolved into emotion. Fear, grief, hope. Wordlessly, he reached for her, to give her the equivalent of a squeeze on the hand, and found himself instead in a tight, desperate embrace.

I’ll find you
, he projected to her.
Just hang on
.

No!
He couldn’t tell if she was warning him away or responding to the blade of pain that suddenly cut between them, tore her away from him, leaving him once more alone with the treetops.

He searched for her again, but found nothing, not even a faint presence.

“You’re okay, Tahiri,” he mumbled. “I know you are.”

He did sense someone else, however. It was like seeing a faint star, the faintest star in the sky.

“Jaina,” Anakin said. “Hello, Jaina.”

But he couldn’t tell if she felt him back.

   Days passed, blurred and monotonous. The forest broke into narrow savannas and sparkling stretches of marsh and then ocean that shimmered like planished copper beneath
Yavin and liquid gold by sunlight. He watched the crawling, V-shaped wakes of behemoths he had no names for and could make out only as shadows in the deep. He flew day and night, sleeping only in tiny naps, drawing on the Force to replenish himself. He ate the last of his rations after ten days, but even two days later did not feel hungry. He felt light and humming, like a flash of lightning given human form.

Water he did need, and stopped to distill it when his body required more. But mostly he flew, and lost himself in the life around him. He searched for Tahiri, trying to understand what was happening to her, trying to give her hope.

   Yavin eclipsed the sun and then rolled under the sky, and once more Anakin found himself in full darkness. He was slipping into the arms of fatigue, considering a short nap, when he heard an odd noise. At first he thought he was imagining it, for he felt nothing in the Force, but as it grew louder, he opened his eyes, turning carefully to see what it might be.

Pacing him, perhaps fifty meters away, was something large and dark. Something that did not exist in the Force at all.

“Oh, Sithspawn,” he muttered under his breath. Otherwise he froze, watching the thing. It was flying perfectly parallel to him, which couldn’t be an accident. It wasn’t as big as a coralskipper, but not much smaller, either. A speeder analog, maybe? Something better designed for atmospheric flight than the ships he had thus far seen? He couldn’t make out a silhouette, only a tactile impression of size. And there, again, he could be wrong.

Did they think he hadn’t seen them yet, or were they still trying to figure out what he was?

He got his answer a few moments later, when the craft subtly changed course and their flight paths began to converge.

“This is no good,” Anakin muttered.

He turned the lift control down two-thirds and dropped through what felt like a small gap in the treetops. A branch caught under one corner of the speeder and flipped it over, and with no gyro to correct, Anakin found himself hurling toward the ground. Desperately, he wrenched at the craft with the Force, flipping it back over with a very raw, unsubtle use of strength, exactly the kind of thing his brother was always berating him for. “The Force isn’t a torch for you to weld plating with,” Jacen might say.

Of course, without that macrofuser, Anakin would be a bag of broken bones on the forest floor right now. The Force was about everything, wasn’t it?

Stabilizing in the midlevel canopy of the forest, Anakin was in more complete darkness than before, deprived even of starlight. He dropped his speed a little; his rudder was too crude to allow him the kind of hot flying that might take him between the great boles at full throttle. He let the Force guide his hands on the rudder and used his gaze to track the dark for any sign of his pursuer.