Conquest: Edge of Victory I (20 page)

But dangerous prey—a feral rycrit, not a tame one, he reminded himself, when the first tsik vai flier came over.

Anakin didn’t hesitate; he knew what he wanted to do. He reached in a ten-meter radius and lifted everything that wasn’t fastened down—leaf litter, twigs, stones—and hurled them in a cyclone at the intake slits on the side of the flier.

“Fool!” Rapuung shouted. “
That
was your plan?”

The tsik vai swooped in low, and the tentaclelike cables fired out at them. Anakin dodged, keeping up his barrage. Undeterred, the flier followed close, dropping lower. A tentacle caught Rapuung. The warrior leapt, gripped the upper part of the tentacle in his hands, and started climbing, a grim expression on his scarred face. Getting the idea, Anakin tried to do the same, but without the Force to give him certainty—without being able to feel the tentacles as well as see them—he missed.

The flier suddenly made a peculiar whine, and its flexible wings began to shiver as if in spasm. The tentacle holding Rapuung released him, and he instantly leapt for the ground. The flier hung there, shaking itself.

“Run,” Rapuung shouted. “It will clear its lungs quickly. These tsik vai were not shaped by idiot children, as you seem to think.”

Anakin fell into step with him. “Where are the other fliers?”

“They know where we are now. They will seed the netting beetles into the lowland, as I told you.”

“I wish you had told me what these things do.”

“They draw fibers from tree to tree, from bush to bush. They come in waves that overtake one another, the first wave weaving and the waves behind feeding to replenish their fiber. They move very quickly.”

“Oh. That’s not good.” A sudden thought occurred to him. “You were climbing toward the flier when it had you. Did you think you could capture it?”

“No. I thought I might die gloriously rather than ignominiously. My bare hands are not capable of forcing open the cockpits.”

“But if we can get above the net, somehow …”

“Some of the beetles will draw strands up into the air and cross them above our heads. If we could fly at this very moment, we might escape.”

Anakin came to a halt. “Why are we running, then?
Whichever way we go, we’re only coming nearer to the net.”

“True. And if we go uphill, we will only delay our confrontation with it. Do you have your
Jeedai
blade-that-burns? It might cut the fibers.”

“No.” Anakin was peering downhill. The trees started perhaps a hundred meters away, but he had enough elevation to see their swaying tops stretching off to the horizon, bending this way and that in a fickle wind.

Except in a strip, where they weren’t moving at all. Following the strip, he saw it curving around the hill.

“That’s it, isn’t it,” he murmured. “The net is holding them together.”

“Yes. The fibers are very strong, the net very fine.”

Even as Anakin watched, more trees froze in place, and the strip deepened.

“Will the netting beetles eat us?”

“They will attach to our flesh and draw fiber, using some of our cells in the process. It will not be fatal.”

“Right. Because it’s not going to happen.” Anakin stopped, knelt, and took off his pack. After an instant of rummaging, he’d found what he was after: five phosphorous flares.

“Are those weapons? Machines?”

“Not usually,” Anakin said. “Don’t look directly at this.” He struck one alight, then, using the Force, hurled it in a long arc downhill.

He struck another and hurled it similarly, along a different vector.

“I don’t understand,” Rapuung said. “How will the light stop the netting beetles?”

“The light won’t. The fire will. The beetles can’t attach to trees and bushes that aren’t there.”

He struck another flare. As he cocked his arm back to throw it, Vua Rapuung backhanded him in the face.

Anakin’s nostrils filled with the iron scent of blood, and he fetched hard against the ground before he could
react to cushion himself. Rapuung was all over him, snarling like a beast, fingers curled around his neck. He smelled sour and sick.

Spots dancing before his eyes, Anakin did the only thing he could. He found a stone with the Force and hit the crazed warrior right between the eyes with it. Rapuung’s head snapped back and his hands came away. Anakin hit him in the chin so hard that sparks of pain exploded in his knuckles. The Yuuzhan Vong fell off of him, but by the time Anakin had scrambled to his feet, Rapuung was up, assuming a martial stance.

“Sithspawn!” Anakin snapped. “What are you doing?”

“Combustion!” the Yuuzhan Vong roared. “The first abomination is the use of fire from a machine!”

“What?”

“This is forbidden, you stinking infidel! Don’t you understand what you’ve done?”

“You’re insane!” Anakin shouted back, rubbing knuckles that felt shattered, drawing breath through an aching windpipe. “You were just asking me if I could use my lightsaber! You think that’s not a machine?”

A look of what might have been horror dawned on Rapuung’s face. “I … yes, I prepared myself for that, But
fire
, the first of all sins—”

“Wait,” Anakin snapped. “You’re not making any sense. The Yuuzhan Vong have used fire breathers against us in the past.”

“Living creatures producing flame is another thing entirely!” Rapuung shrieked. “How can you possibly imagine it is the same as what you’ve just done? As well say that the hand of a Yuuzhan Vong warrior and the metal grip of one of your made-thing abominations are the same because either can hold an amphistaff.”

Anakin took a deep breath. “Look,” he said. “I don’t pretend to understand your religion. I don’t even want to. But you’ve chosen to fight with an infidel against your own people, haven’t you? You were perfectly willing for
me to use my abominable lightsaber. Now you deal with this or go your own way. Unless you’ve got another way out.”

“No,” Rapuung admitted. “It’s just the shock …” He dropped his head. “You really don’t understand. The gods don’t hate me. I know they don’t. I can prove it. But if I soil myself like this, they will have reason to hate me! Ah, what have I become?”

The wind shifted, and the charred pepper scent of burning blueleaf set Anakin to coughing. The last flare had gone only about three meters, and now the bushes upwind of them were blazing merrily. It was the dry season, and jungle burned very well in the dry season.

“You’d better get a grip fast, Vua Rapuung, or the first abomination is going to eat you alive.”

The Yuuzhan Vong stood there for a long moment, head cast down, but when he raised his head, his eyes were beacons of rage. Anakin tensed, preparing to fight again.

“She has driven me to this,” the warrior said. “These sins will settle on
her
. I leave it to the gods to judge.”

“Does that mean we can go?” Anakin asked, watching the fire sweep toward them. Down the hill, smoke poured thickly from where the other flares had lodged.

“Yes. Let us go. We still embrace pain together,
Jeedai
.”

   The fire drove them around the side of the hill and up it; the change in the wind seemed to be a lasting one. Smoke boiled and crept close to the ground.

The jungle burned
fast
.

“My opinion of you as a strategist improves,” Rapuung said. “The fire drives us directly into the other side of the net. We have our choice of being burned to death by the first abomination, or being captured and then burned.”

“The wind shifted. My plan was to follow along the
fire’s exhaust, walk on the ashes. The net will collapse where the fire burns through, and then we’re clear.”

“Then perhaps the gods have spoken after all,” Rapuung said. He coughed violently on the smoke, which was becoming so thick that Anakin was seeing spots in front of his eyes. He remembered most people who died in a fire were dead before the flames ever reached them.

“Keep low,” he said. “The smoke rises.”

“Low. Crawling like a tso’asu.”

“If you want to live, yes.”

“I do not fear death,” Rapuung choked out. “But my revenge will not be thwarted. I …” He convulsed in another series of racking coughs, fell, climbed back to all fours, and collapsed again.

“Get up!” Anakin exhorted him.

Rapuung quivered but did not move.

Through the smoke, the yellow teeth of the fire appeared, chewing toward them.

Everything went pale gold as Anakin dropped to his knees next to Vua Rapuung. His breath felt like broken shards in his lungs, and his head rang like an alarm.

He lay flat, trying to find sweeter, cooler air, but if it was there, it was traveling in disguise. If he was going to find something he could breathe, it would be somewhere above him. Sure, it would be smoky up there, too, but it was worth a shot.

Anakin reached up and
pulled
, creating a tube that sucked higher air straight down on him and the Yuuzhan Vong. His breathing eased immediately.

The fire liked it, too. The underbrush exploded like a bomb. Anakin felt the heat briefly, heat he knew would blacken and crack his flesh in seconds. He had not tried to alter energy before, but Corran Horn could do it. Their lives depended on his success. Anakin opened himself again to the Force, focused his efforts, and leached the fire’s heat from a radius around them both.

How long he kept this up, Anakin did not know. He slipped into a sort of fugue state, each breath pulling life from the sky, each exhalation bleeding heat into the crust of Yavin 4. But eventually he blinked and realized it was over, that the fire had burned past him and he knelt in ashes.

Vua Rapuung still lay motionless. Anakin shook him. Where did one check for vital signs on a Yuuzhan Vong?
Did they have hearts like humans, linear pumps, something stranger?

He slapped Rapuung, hard, and the warrior’s eyes flickered open.

“Are you okay?” Anakin asked.

“Pray me you are not one of the gods,” Rapuung muttered. “If you are, death will be tedious.”

“Yeah, you’re welcome,” Anakin replied. “Can you walk? We need to go before the fliers think to look here.”

“Smoke and heat will confuse them,” Rapuung said. He sat up and looked around. “The fire—it passed over us.”

“It did.”

“And we live.”

“We do,” Anakin assured him.

“This was your doing? Another
Jeedai
sorcery?”

“Something like that,” Anakin admitted.

“Then you saved my life. How disgusting. How unfortunate.”

“No, don’t gush on so,” Anakin said. “It was nothing, really.” He offered his hand to help Rapuung up. After a long moment of staring at it as if it were nerf dung, the warrior took it.

“Come on,” Anakin said. “Now all we have to do is follow the fire.”

   Under cover of the smoke, they slipped through the ruins of the netting beetle web. The strands themselves had not burned, but lay silvery and glistening in the ashes, draped like shrouds on the smoking trunks of trees. When Anakin’s foot tangled in some, he found that it had cut into his boot a little. None of the web had broken, and he didn’t try to tear it with his fingers, but instead gently untangled it. After that he was more careful where he stepped.

The fire had burned on past the end of the web. Anakin could see fliers nosing around in front of it. One made a pass back, far to their left.

They pushed right, eventually cutting out of the path of the fire into unburned, unnetted woods, and though they did not slacken their pace for another two hours, Anakin felt suddenly safer, surrounded by the living pulse of the forest.

But in that pulse was a raw edge of pain.

Only then did it strike him what he had done. To save himself, he had burned countless square kilometers of forest. He had felt beasts dying, peripherally, but in the moment his own pain had been paramount. Now the forest’s anguish hit him like a hard slap in the face. He was a swarm of stintarils, clustered in the top of a tree, the fire climbing after them. Their fur was beginning to singe. He was a big, harmless runyip, too slow to outrun the flame, trying to nose its calves ahead to safety, but not herself knowing where that was. He was charred flesh and scorched lungs. He was dead and dying.

“You were right,” he told Rapuung later, when they stopped to splash water on themselves, to clear the ash from their eyes, nostrils, and lips.

“About what, infidel?”

“What I did with the fire. It was wrong.”

The Yuuzhan Vong’s eyes narrowed. “Explain.”

“I killed innocent life to save us.”

Rapuung laughed harshly. “That is nothing. Killing and dying are nothing; they are the way of the world, part of the embrace of pain. What you did was wrong because it was an abomination, not because you killed. Do not fool yourself. I see now how determined you are to rescue your
Jeedai
companion. If you could reach her only by filling in a chasm with corpses to walk over, you would do it.”

“No,” Anakin said. “I wouldn’t.”

“A goal desired so lightly is not a goal at all.”

Anakin sighed. “We’ll get her. But I don’t like to kill.”

“Then the warriors will kill you.”

“Warriors are different,” Anakin said. “I will defend
myself with extreme prejudice. But the forest did nothing to me to deserve what I did to it.”

“You make no sense,” Rapuung said. “We will kill who and what we must.”

“And I say no.”

“Indeed. So you would have me pollute myself with the first abomination in order to achieve your purposes, and yet you will force me to cling to a childish fear of killing? All life ends,
Jeedai
.”

Anakin felt that one. Did the Yuuzhan Vong really think nonbiological technology was as wrong as the Jedi philosophy taught indiscriminate killing was? Intellectually he supposed he’d understood that, but it had never reached his gut. Only now, when they both agreed something terrible had been done—but for absolutely different reasons—did it make any kind of sense to him at all.

If only he could feel Rapuung in the Force. If only he could tell if the Yuuzhan Vong were of the light or of the dark side.