[Jedi Apprentice] - 11(4)

The door slid open. A small Togorian female shuffled out.

“We’re looking for a woman,” Qui-Gon said. “She’s humanoid and wears a plastoid armor plate - “

“Third level. Number two.” The Togorian swiveled to return to her room.

“What’s her name?”

The Togorian didn’t turn. “Who cares? Pays in advance.”

Qui-Gon lifted an eyebrow at Obi-Wan. Obviously, the Soft Landings Inn didn’t worry about security.

They hurried up the creaking stairs to the third level. Qui-Gon knocked on the door marked 2. There was no answer.

“I am Qui-Gon Jinn, a Jedi Knight,” Qui-Gon called through the door. “We mean you no harm. We just wish to ask you some questions. I respectfully request permission to enter.”

Again, there was no answer. But after a moment, the door slowly slid open. Obi-Wan sensed a slither of movement near the floor, but no other disturbance. The door seemed to have opened on its own. It was dark inside the room, and he could not see anyone. He felt danger shimmer out at him like cracks in broken transparisteel.

Qui-Gon must have felt the warning as well. Yet he walked boldly into the room without drawing his lightsaber. Obi-Wan did the same.

Qui-Gon headed directly to a window. He tilted the shade and pale yellow light filtered in.

The bounty hunter sat facing them on a stool, her back against the wall. Her shaved head picked up the light and gleamed like a pale moon. Her dark eyes studied her visitors without interest. Underneath the plastoid chest plate and thigh-high boots, her body was powerful and strong. When she stood, she would be close to Qui-Gon’s height.

“We come on behalf of Didi Oddo,” Qui-Gon said politely. “You are trying to capture him, yet he has done no wrong. He requests that you check your information or contact the government or party that has sent you. He is sure that you have located the wrong person. Will you do this?”

The bounty hunter said nothing. Her eyes stayed on Qui-Gon, but they were expressionless.

“Didi Oddo runs a cafŠ,” Qui-Gon said. “He is not a criminal. He rarely leaves Coruscant.” Silence.

“If you would allow me to check the warrant, I could clear this up immediately,” Qui-Gon said. “Then we could be on our way.”

More silence. Obi-Wan forced himself to remain still. He knew better than to fidget. This was a contest of wills. Qui-Gon stood easily, the same polite expression on his face. He would not show the bounty hunter that she had intimidated him with her silence. No one intimidated Qui-Gon.

“I’m afraid I must insist,” Qui-Gon said, his voice hardening a fraction. “If a wrong has occurred, we should check it immediately. You would want the same.”

Again, the bounty hunter did not reply. She appeared bored by her visitors. Or maybe she slept with her eyes open…

The movement came out of nowhere, taking him by surprise. He had been watching her face in order to determine what she would do. She barely moved a muscle, but with a casual flick of her fingers a whip arched into the air, its spiked tip heading straight for his face.

Obi-Wan backed up, but the whip curled around his neck several times. It tightened as he clawed at it.

Qui-Gon’s extraordinarily fast reflexes were sharper than Padawan’s. His lightsaber activated in a blur of light. He sprang forward to slash at the whip in order to sever it.

But the bounty hunter’s agile fingers flicked again, and the whip reversed its twist and uncoiled off Obi-Wan’s neck. It was just out of the lightsaber’s reach, taunting Qui-Gon’s blade.

The bounty hunter sprang to her feet. The whip flashed again, this time wrapping around Obi-Wan’s ankles as he stepped forward to attack.

Obi-Wan stumbled and had to break his fall with one hand. Heat blazed in his face. He hated being clumsy. This was the second time the bounty hunter had surprised him. Fury clouded his vision for a moment, and he had trouble focusing on the calmness he would need for the battle.

The whip retracted. Suddenly, it glowed red in the dim room. It had been turned to laser mode.

Qui-Gon’s lightsaber tangled with the whip. Smoke rose as the two lasers buzzed. Even while entangled with the lightsaber, the bounty hunter manipulated the end of the whip so that it slashed at Qui-Gon’s forearm. Qui-Gon was forced to retreat and come at his opponent from another direction.

Obi-Wan leaped forward to help him, already flexing so that he could come at her with a reverse backhand sweep. She flipped backward three times to avoid him, then dropped unexpectedly to the floor and rolled in a ball back to the window. Her movements were liquid, as though she were boneless. Obi-Wan had never seen such acrobatic skill.

The window was open a few centimeters at the bottom. To Obi-Wan’s astonishment, the bounty hunter shed her armor and flattened herself enough to slip through the small opening like water, pulling the armor behind her. In another moment, she was gone.