Refugee: Force Heretic II (21 page)

Two books later, it was time to get up and stretch. Her eyes were starting to ache from reading, and her back was stiff and sore. Seeking a new list, she loped through the narrow aisles to the center of the vast room, from where the voices of Jacen and the others came. Luke and Mara looked up from three massive piles of books as she approached. They had conscripted a massive snow-wood table for their use; broad and square, it was easily large enough to seat twenty people. Datapads lay scattered before them, into which fragmentary notes had been entered. Lieutenant Stalgis emerged from one of the aisles, staggering under yet another stack of books. No one could be spared from the effort. The only person missing was, ironically, the one who would have been the most fascinated by it all: Soron Hegerty. Worn out from
the episode on Munlali Mafir, the doctor had elected to wait out this mission to the Chiss from orbit. But she was still there in spirit, and her voice could often be heard issuing from comlinks, requesting more data in annoyed tones.

“Look at this,” Luke announced, holding up a book before him for the others to see. Saba leaned over Jacen’s and Mara’s shoulders. While the bulk of the text had been translated into Basic, there were still portions in the native Cheunh that demanded assistance from the librarian. Saba concentrated to make sense of the words before her.

The pages Luke had opened to showed the location and history of a world called Yashuvhu. It had been settled by humans some three thousand standard years earlier, but had only recently encountered the Chiss. A quick scan of the pages revealed no reference to any wandering planets, although there was a description of an ancient woman called the Prophetess who oversaw the spiritual development of the colony. This woman taught that there was a living energy field pervading and connecting all things, which, when tapped into in the correct way …

“She’s talking about the Force,” Mara said.

“I think so,” Luke said. “Look.” He opened to a page containing pictures of the Prophetess, whose real name, it turned out, was Valara Saar. It showed a woman of advanced years in a state of excellent preservation. The Chiss contact team had attempted to visit her home in the Yashaka Mountains, but they’d been repelled. No one, it seemed, came to the Prophetess’s retreat uninvited.

The images were sketchily drawn and portrayed the chaos of a hasty retreat, but one thing was plain to see.

“She’s wielding a lightsaber!” Jacen exclaimed.

“It looks very much like it,” Luke agreed, displaying a bit more calm than his excited nephew.

“How long haz she been there?” Saba asked.

“The records don’t say,” Mara said. “But if she was trained as a child, it could be decades.”

“Either that or she found a Holocron,” Jacen suggested.

“Let’s not jump to any hasty conclusions,” Luke said. “Strictly speaking, this isn’t what we’re here to look for.”

Nevertheless, he had dived deep into the information on Yashuvhu and the Prophetess. Saba noted other books open around him, all tracing the same topic. The woman herself had not deigned to speak to the Chiss landing party, but many of her acolytes had. The records contained a list of her primary teachings: patience, humility, compassion, clarity of thought, balance between physical and mental prowess, strict observance of diet, and, lastly, a solitary lifestyle. In all the years that Valara Saar had been teaching the people of Yashuvhu, they had never known her to take a mate, so she never had any children. In fact, her only constant companion was a creature called a duuvhal, which she had raised from a pup.

“Hey, I think I’ve found something!”

All attention shifted to Danni, who emerged from an aisle clutching a very large book. Beneath the overhang of her unkempt hair, there was excitement in her eyes as she placed the book heavily on the table and flicked through some pages.

“See: here, and here …”

Saba and the others looked to where she was pointing. The young scientist had found a reference to an asteroid belt that had been perturbed by recent tidal forces. Millions of chunks of rock ranging in size from grains of dust to giant boulders had been knocked out of orbit by something very large within the last three decades. That in itself wasn’t so unusual; solar systems were frequently unstable, with planets drifting in from interstellar space, wandering across orbits, or leaving at the whim of chaotic perturbations. What made this one unique was a record made by the civilization on an inner world before their
atmosphere clouded. More than a dozen large rocks had impacted on the planet, rendering it uninhabitable.

The ruins contained murals depicting a new star in the sky—a blue-green star that had appeared one summer as though out of nowhere, then disappeared half a year later. Its appearance had triggered a terrible religious war that had seen one entire nation subjugated and another reduced to rubble. The victors had celebrated the star’s visit. But their celebrations had quickly turned to mourning as first fire rained from the sky, and then the new sun vanished. Within two generations, they’d been reduced to savagery.

“Another fleeting visit, another violent culture,” Mara said, cutting through the silence. “The correlation gets stronger.”

“I see no evidence that Zonama Sekot is deliberately trying to harm the people it comes across,” Luke said thoughtfully.

“Nevertheless,” Mara said, “this is what it’s doing.”

“Inadvertently, perhaps,” Luke said. “Not deliberately.”

“Maybe it just isn’t thinking straight,” Stalgis suggested.

“Or
wasn’t
thinking straight,” Jacen added. “This is an old reference, after all.”

“True,” Luke said. “And until we see something more recent, I don’t think we can judge it.”

Saba realized only then that Luke was warring within himself over Zonama Sekot. Something as powerful as an intelligent planet might just as easily be influenced to do evil as it could to do good. So even if they did find it, the Galactic Alliance would still have to decide whether or not to trust it. Any evidence to suggest that it had been responsible for destroying a civilization—inadvertently or not—would be viewed unfavorably.

“Good work, Danni,” Luke said. “And that goes for everyone. It may be slow, but we are making progress.”

Obtaining another list from Tris, Saba followed Danni back into the maze of books.

“You know, Saba,” the young human scientist said, “I think we’ve got the easiest job here. Have you ever tried to extrapolate star maps from the sort of old sketches we’re finding here? It’s almost impossible!”

“This one suspectz that’z the idea,” Saba responded, sissing deep in her throat.

Danni pulled out a book on a new system near the one Saba was exploring. It was a long way from any of the other known contact regions. If they found something there, that would suggest that Zonama Sekot’s search for a hiding place had ranged extensively across the Unknown Regions. If it had followed a random search pattern, then a clear trail might not even exist, which meant that no amount of searching here would help them find it. She had to assume that this wasn’t the case—otherwise there was no real point in even trying.

Worlds upon worlds upon worlds … Saba ranged among the records of civilizations dead, thriving, or newly born. There were a thousand new species to examine, but time didn’t allow her to linger too long on any of them; she could only touch fleetingly upon each, skimming over their aspirations and philosophies like a pebble across a pond.

“Be sure to take a break if you need to,” Luke said the next time she returned for another list of books. “You’ve certainly all earned it.”

“That might not be a bad idea, actually,” Jacen put in, eyeing the towers of books building on the table. “You and Danni have been searching for six hours. We have plenty of data to pore over while you rest.”

Saba was speechless for a moment.
Six
hours? It didn’t feel anywhere near that long. It had been so pleasant to be apart from the world, to forget her own troubles for a while. Now that she thought about it, though, she could
feel her body’s fatigue. Her tail was as limp and lifeless as the trail of Zonama Sekot itself.

She shook her head.

“Time iz passing,” she said, picking up the next list. “And hunting iz this one’z specialty.”

Then, with the scent of old books and cold trails rich in her nostrils, she resumed her patient, determined prowl of the data.

Jaina kept her head low as she followed Malinza across the flat, tiled rooftop.

“Are you sure you know where you’re going?” she asked after a while.

“Positive.” The escapee didn’t look over her shoulder to reply, nor slacken her pace. “This way.”

Malinza sidetracked to the edge of the roof, jumping off without hesitation into space. Jaina hurried to the same spot in time to see Malinza land heavily on another rooftop two floors below. Despite her growing reservations, she followed easily with a similar leap.

Salis D’aar from the air had seemed a lot more sophisticated than the side of it she was seeing now. Its weblike radial layout and high towers had reminded her of many other affluent colony worlds she’d visited. On Bakura, the beginnings of rot had seeped in at basement level, with the high water table and humidity attacking steelcrete and other preventives directly, or encouraging plant life to grow around and into it. The cultural unwillingness to use droids meant that menial repair work often went undone. Since fleeing the penitentiary, she had become quite familiar with the sort of decay the city was capable of. The farther she went out from the center of the city, the more unattractive it became. The paint jobs were rougher, the streets themselves were considerably grubbier, and fewer repulsors meant that things like streetlamps, vehicles, or buildings didn’t float. It was almost
like an entirely different world than the one she’d initially been introduced to.

Jaina maintained Malinza’s pace perfectly, staying half a dozen steps behind at all times. She wasn’t trying to catch up; watching the girl’s back was her priority right now. This whole escape had been way too easy, and her tingling senses were screaming for her to keep her eyes peeled. Her only consolation was that their route through the city had been far too convoluted for anyone to follow.

They descended a stairwell to the third floor of the building. There they climbed through a window and went hand-over-hand along a dead power line to yet another building. This one appeared as if it had been empty since the Ssi-ruuvi invasion. Its outer shell held empty offices and reception areas; the interior was a giant atrium filled with tropical plants gone wild. The faceted roof far above consisted of dirty transparisteel that seemed as though it had been designed to let the sun in during the day and open at night, although it obviously hadn’t done so for a long time. The opening mechanism had long since turned to rust, and now, apart from a narrow slit through which the rain crept in, it remained permanently closed.

Malinza stopped briefly at a balcony on the second floor, quickly checking on Jaina. She was about to continue when Jaina grabbed her by the shoulder and held her back. Malinza faced her, confused, and Jaina put a finger to her lips to indicate that she should remain still. The sense of walking into a trap was stronger here than ever.

The only noises she could hear were dripping sounds from within the dense vegetation at the heart of the building. If Bakuran security forces had managed to follow them, then they were being exceptionally stealthy about it. Still, she had more than just a sneaking suspicion that Bakuran security weren’t the only threat awaiting them.

From above her in the trees, Jaina heard a soft
click
. In an instant her lightsaber was out. With her free hand she
pushed Malinza behind her, protecting her from any attack.

“She’s fast.”

Jaina squinted into the trees, but she couldn’t make out the owner of the voice.

“Who is she?”

“Look at the lightsaber,” replied another. “She’s a Jedi.”

“One lightsaber against three blaster rifles,” returned the first. “She couldn’t be
that
fast.”

“Just try me and find out,” Jaina challenged the voices, tightening her grip on her lightsaber while pinpointing the exact location of the voices in the trees. There were three of them at different heights, two male and one female. A subtle movement of the leaves suggested that perhaps there was a fourth slightly higher, silent for now. The leader, perhaps?

Whatever
, she thought. A quick tug of the branches with the Force would soon bring them down.

“It’s okay,” Malinza said, taking a step forward so she stood between Jaina and those in the trees. “At least I
think
she’s okay, anyway.”

“What’s she doing here, Malinza?”

“I brought her.” Malinza faced Jaina. “It’s all right. You can put your weapon down. This is Freedom.”

Jaina reluctantly relaxed her posture, deactivating the lightsaber and dropping her hands to her sides. She wasn’t completely convinced everything was all right, but the last thing she wanted to do was give the rest of Malinza’s rebel cell the wrong impression.

The mini forest rustled as leaves parted and three people emerged. The woman was striking, with the sides of her skull shaved and the remainder of her blond hair tied back in a whiplike ponytail. The man nearest to her was dressed in a tatty security uniform about two sizes too big; his brown hair was wild and he looked as
though he hadn’t shaved in a week. The third was a Rodian, his green skin blending almost perfectly with the foliage.

“This is Jaina Solo,” Malinza told them.

Jaina acknowledged them with a curt nod, glancing uneasily toward the tree for a glimpse of the fourth person she suspected to be still hiding there.

“And what is it, exactly, that Jaina Solo wants?” the blond-haired woman asked.

“There’s something going on here, on Bakura,” Jaina replied for Malinza. “I’d like to find out what it is.”

“You mean something other than the usual?” the human male asked. “The exploitation of the weak by the powerful, the rape of natural resources, the corruption of innocents—”