didn't.
"I feel something in you," she said. "There is a mastery of your body,
of your mind. I've seen it before. Have you ever heard of the Force?"
Anakin did not show by a flick of muscle that the question had
startled him. His Jedi training ran deeper than anything else. He felt it
stir, and he leaned into it for support. "No."
She nodded again, slightly. "That may be true, and it may not. If you
don't know it already, you might be Force-sensitive. That means you could
have special abilities."
Wary now, Anakin shrugged. He didn't want to discuss the Force with
this woman. He wanted to go back to the garden. The quickest way to do
this, he knew, was to seem bored by her questions.
"Did you ever see something happen before it actually happened?" she
asked.
He made himself look blank. "I don't think so."
"Are your reaction times unusually fast? Do you have an unusually
strong focus?"
He took a long pause that stretched for a moment. She leaned forward
in anticipation.
"Uh, what was the question?"
She made an impatient gesture. "Were your reaction times unusually
fast? Before you came here."
"I was always the first to reach the table for a meal."
She leaned back, disappointed. Her eyes went blank. It was as though
now that she was bored with him, he didn't exist.
"You can go back to the garden now."
Anakin stood and left the room. He walked back to the courtyard. The
doctor was working for the Vanqors. She wasn't a native Vanqor. Vanqors
were humans, but they all dressed in gray tunics and didn't adorn their
clothing. She was an outlander, no question.
There was a time he would have been on fire to discover who she was
and why she was here. But today the sun shone, and it was warm in the
courtyard. And it was almost time for the midday meal.
CHAPTER NINE
Even with the help of the cable launcher, it took Obi-Wan hours to
scale the peak. The sun was setting as he reached the top and sat down to
rest under a rock outcropping that had created a small cave. He would need
all his strength for his task.
Over the wide chasm below, he saw the camp. He was close enough to see
without electrobinoculars beings moving about. He watched as a small
transport came toward him. He knew he could not be seen, so he was able to
study the flight line of the ship. It buzzed overhead, seeming close enough
to touch, then zoomed down to land at the camp landing platform.
Obi-Wan fingered his cable launcher. If he timed it exactly right, he
should be able to hook onto the underside of a low-flying transport. They
wouldn't be able to feel the drag for that short a distance. He would let
himself be towed by the transport and then drop to the ground during the
landing. If everything went right.
If something went wrong, he'd be squashed like a bug against the side
of a crater.
He rolled himself up into his thermal cape and told himself to go to
sleep. Worrying about Anakin would only interfere with the rest he needed.
Yet the sky turned black and many stars had appeared before he felt sleep
overtake him.
He smelled the dawn in his sleep before he woke. The freshness of the
air infiltrated his dreams, and when he opened his eyes he felt hopeful.
He stretched in the chill, trying to warm his muscles. He munched on a
protein cube as he made his preparations. He tested the cable several
times. His life depended on its strength.
Trust your materials, but test them twice.
Yes, Qui-Gon.
The first transport came in too high. The second, too fast. Obi-Wan
crouched in the shadow of the rocks. Patience was necessary. He couldn't
make a mistake.
The next transport came in low and kept reducing speed. It was a
midsize cruiser, big enough that it would not feel the jolt of the launcher
or the drag of his body - he hoped. He didn't think he'd get a better
opportunity.
As the shadow of the cruiser touched the peak, Obi-Wan aimed and sent
the cable flying. It latched onto the underbelly of the ship. He was yanked
upward with such force he nearly lost consciousness. He had expected a bad
jolt, but not this bad. With the wind whistling past his ears and his body
whirling and flopping, he tried to get his hands around the cable. He had
to steady himself if this was going to work.
His arms were nearly wrenched from their sockets as he held onto the
cable. He tucked his knees up and his chin down. He kept his finger on the
cable control. He brought himself up closer to the body of the ship,
knowing he couldn't get too close or he'd be burned by the exhausts as the
ship began to land.
A boulder loomed ahead. He activated the launcher to get closer to the
ship. He zoomed up as the rock approached, passing under him by a few
meters. He activated the launcher to drop him again, out of reach of the
rocket exhaust. He couldn't be this close when the ship began to land or
he'd be burned to a cinder.
A large rock formation appeared out of nowhere. Obi-Wan quickly tucked
his legs up, but the ship bumped on an air current and his shoulder slammed
against the rock. Pain shot through him. He held on. The ship banked,
nearly slamming him into a cliff wall.
Maybe this wasn't such a smart idea.
The muscles in his arms and legs began to shake, and his fingers
clenched in the effort to hold on to the cable.
Obi-Wan called on the Force to help him. He was part of the ship, part
of the air, part of the cable itself. He would move when he needed to move,
he would allow the grace of the ship to pull him to a safe landing....
The pilot of the transport apparently liked to show off. He dipped the
transport sideways and wagged its wings. Obi-Wan was whipped from side to
side.
Safe landing? I'll be lucky if I make it without being squashed.
The landing platform was ahead. He would have to drop off quickly,
very close to the perimeter wall. If not, he could be spotted.
The ship slowed and dipped. Obi-Wan counted out the seconds. At the
last possible moment, he disengaged the cable. Bracing himself, he fell
through the air, landing hard. He felt the jolt up to his eyebrows. He
rolled and ducked behind a parked ship.
He caught his breath as the ship he had hitched a ride on came to a
stop. Droids began to unload cargo. He saw a small utility shed nearby and
quickly headed for it.
The shed held tools and equipment. Obi-Wan searched and was glad to
find what he was looking for, a bin full of greasy coveralls. He pulled a
pair on. Then he quickly darted out of the shed. His surveillance through
his electrobinoculars had given him a rough outline of the camp. He knew
the prisoners filed out into the yard at this time. There was always some
confusion as they poured out of the buildings. He couldn't have arrived at
a better time.
He walked briskly across the landing pad as if he belonged there. Then
he struck out toward the fenced yard. He had tucked a
servodriver in his
pocket, and he pretended to be checking the energy fence as he moved down,
searching the crowd for Anakin.
He saw Shalini. She sat, removed from the others, close to the fence.
Her head was bowed and her hands were clasped in front of her. He made his
way down the length of the fence toward her.
She lifted her head as he came near. At first she didn't see him. Her
gaze passed over him, just another one of her captors, as she sought the
sky. Then she jerked her gaze back to him. Obi-Wan admired her discipline.
She gave no sign that she had recognized him.
Instead she casually scooted back until she was closer to the fence.
She absently drew in the dirt with a finger, looking casual.
"Is everyone all right?" Obi-Wan asked, bending over with the
servodriver.
"Yes. But Anakin has been taken away. No one knows why."
"Where?"
"There is a gray building across the compound. Unmarked. He was taken
there. Listen, they don't know who we are yet. They don't know he's a Jedi.
Which makes me think."
He was anxious to find Anakin, but Obi-Wan bent closer to hear what
Shalini would say. "If Mezdec had gone straight to Vanqor, he would be
there by now. He would have told them we were traveling in Vanqor airspace
and they would have figured out who we are. Which tells me that Mezdec
didn't go to Vanqor."
"Where do you think he went?"
"I think he went to Typha-Dor. He would assume that either we had been
captured or we were still making our way there."
"But why would he go to Typha-Dor?"
"To deliver the invasion plans. But not the real ones."
Obi-Wan let out a breath. "Of course. They would accept whatever he
would bring as real."
"He will destroy us single-handedly," Shalini said, her voice raw.
"All is lost."
"No," Obi-Wan said. "If we can make it in time - " "Anakin has the
disk. You must get it - "
"You there!" An angry voice cut through Shalini's words. "Attendance
check!"
"Find him and go. Don't worry about us. Save Typha Dor."
Shalini rose and walked off, unwilling to risk exposing Obi-Wan.
Obi-Wan tucked the servodriver in his pocket and went off in search of
the building Shalini had indicated. He knew from experience that wearing
dirty coveralls and affecting a purposeful stride would render him close to
invisible.
He found the building and decided his best course was to walk right
in. He was making up his plans now as he went along, counting on his
connection to the Force to guide him. He found himself in a small
vestibule. A security checkpoint was just inside the plain durasteel door.
"Checking on those valves in the air handlers," Obi-Wan said.
The officer looked down at his datascreen. "I didn't get an alert."
Obi-Wan shrugged. "I'll come back. They probably won't blow."
The officer nodded, then did a double take. "Hold on. Probably?"
Obi-Wan shrugged again.
The officer sighed. "I'm not going to get blamed for this one. Come on
in." He pressed a button, deactivating the security shield. Obi-Wan
strolled in, as though he had all the time in the world.
As soon as he was out of sight, he walked rapidly down the corridors,
looking in open doors and observation windows. Many of the rooms were
empty. He rounded a corner and saw a pair of double doors. Through a window
he saw a courtyard dappled with sunlight.
He drew closer to the window. Anakin sat on a bench, his hands in his
lap. He didn't appear to have been abused. He wasn't in pain. Nothing about
him had altered, and yet... he looked different somehow.
Something was wrong. Something was off. And Obi-Wan didn't have time
to analyze it. He had to get Anakin out of here.
CHAPTER TEN
Anakin was thinking about detachment. It was the goal of Jedi
training. It was a discipline that took years to learn. It was not about
controlling emotion, but allowing it to flow through you.
Well, he certainly felt detached. He knew somehow he had been drugged,
his brain chemistry altered, even though he wasn't sure how it had been
done. Was this how it felt, he wondered, to be truly one with the Force? It
was a peaceful place to be, so unlike the battles he usually fought in his
mind and heart. Was it so terrible to reach this place through a simple
procedure, rather than through years of study and trial? He had admired
Obi-Wan's serenity, had envied it. Now he had it. Why did he feel that Obi-
The flash of irritation - he felt at his Master was gone in a moment,
almost before he had felt it. Anakin smiled. That was certainly something
he was unable to do on his own. Being able to think about his Master
without emotion was an interesting experience.
Sunlight flashed on the double doors. Someone was entering the garden.
At first the sun was in his eyes. Then he saw that it was his Master,
dressed in coveralls. No doubt he had come to rescue him. Anakin noted that
he should feel glad. Yet he did not. Did he feel disappointed? He couldn't
locate an actual feeling.
"Anakin? Are you all right?" Obi-Wan's voice was low.
"I'm fine," he said.
"We have to get out of here. I have a way out."
"That's good." It was good that Obi-Wan had a way out. Anakin stood.
He moved with the same alertness he always had, but something was
different. It was as though he was watching himself from above.
Yet how good it was to fall into step beside Obi-Wan. Good because he
felt so peaceful. How pleasant it was to be Obi-Wan's companion and yet not
worry about the emotion connected with that.
Obi-Wan peered into his face. "What did they do to you?"
Anakin decided at that moment that he must not tell his Master what
had been done to him. There was no reason to. No doubt the effect would
wear off soon, and until then he wanted to spin out the peace he'd found
without Obi-Wan judging how he'd found it.
"Nothing." Technically, this was true. He'd received no drugs that he
knew about. "I suppose they had plans for us."
Obi-Wan gave him a quick look, as though he didn't believe him. But
they didn't have time to stop.
Obi-Wan led him to a utility closet. There, he gave Anakin a medic's
pale blue coat. "Do you still have the disk?"
The disk. How odd that he hadn't thought of it. But Obi-Wan had, of
course. Was that why his Master had come? For the disk. Not for him. There
had been a time when he would have pondered on this, and the thought would
have given him pain.
Anakin wrenched his mind back to Obi-Wan's question. It seemed to take
more effort than it should to remember what had happened to the disk.
"I know where it is. It's with my lightsaber."
Obi-Wan gave him an odd look. "And where is that?" "Where we bathe.
There are storage bins."
"Show me."
Obi-Wan followed behind Anakin so that it would not seem that they
were together. Anakin led him into the room with the large tubs. It was
empty. He walked to the storage
bin, which was jumbled with the same tunics
and belts.
"In here."
With a sound of exasperation, Obi-Wan plunged his hands into the bin.
He sorted through the tunics and belts. Anakin bent over to help. He found
his belt and removed the disk. Obi-Wan handed Anakin his light-saber. Then
he took the disk from Anakin and slipped it inside his tunic.
"Once we get out of here, we'll head straight for the landing pad,"
Obi-Wan said crisply. "We're going to have to steal a transport. Can you do
that?"
Why was Obi-Wan talking to him as though he were a fourth-year
student? "Of course."
"Follow me then."
Obi-Wan led the way. As they approached the security desk, Obi-Wan
began talking loudly.
"If I say that the valve shutoff is broken, then it's broken. There's
no need to talk to my superior." Obi-Wan rolled his eyes at the security
officer. "He's going to tell you the same thing I said. I said, it's
broken, you have to shut down the system. If you want to know about a bacta
bath, go to a medic. If you want to know about valves, come to me.