“Not at all. Scientists are driven for different reasons,” Qui-Gon said, beginning to stroll about to stretch his legs. Nil followed a few paces behind. “Some for pure research - they have a hunger for how things work. Some want to be remembered, to have their name on a discovery. Some think of living beings and want to help them. Which kind of scientist are you?”
Only one exit, a durasteel door. A security pad mounted to one side. He would need a code to exit. Or his lightsaber. Of course, he would have to get by Nil, too.
“Why don’t you tell me?” Her gaze was amused as she crossed her arms, tracking his movement. “Which describes me?”
“None of them,” he said. “Your ambitions are even grander, I fear.”.
“You fear? What is wrong with grand ambitions?”
Qui-Gon stopped and faced her again. “You search for the unknowable and attempt to tame what cannot be tamed. Such an effort is doomed to failure.”
Only a flare of her nostrils told him that he’d upset her. “So you say,” she said, waving a hand. “It doesn’t matter. I’m used to being underestimated. You have no idea what I’m capable of.”
“On the contrary,” Qui-Gon said dryly. “I have a very good idea of how far you will go to get what you want.”
“Excellent point,” she said, amused again. “You are a worthy adversary, Qui-Gon Jinn.”
“I’m hardly an adversary,” he responded. “Am I not your subject?”
“I have a feeling you are subject to no one,” she answered, the same faint smile on her face.
Nil glanced at her and then gave Qui-Gon a look of pure loathing.
He is jealous, Qui-Gon realized. Perhaps that is something I can use.
Zan Arbor might have regretted her softer tone, for she turned away and said briskly, “Now for your part of the deal.”
She seated herself at a monitor. “I implanted sensors in your body when I treated your wounds. I am waiting. Use the Force.”
“I need strength to use the Force - “”Stop stalling,” she snapped.
Qui-Gon was weak, but he knew he could reach out for the Force and it would be there. He could not show Zan Arbor how much he could depend on it.
He gazed at a clipboard on the table. Using the Force, he caused it to slide rapidly off the table and clatter to the floor.
“A trick a first year student could accomplish!” Jenna Zan Arbor sneered. “I can’t get a reading from that!”
Good. “It is the best I can do,” Qui-Gon said.
“Liar!” She sprang up from her chair. “How dare you defy me! Don’t you realize that you are at my mercy?”
“We made a bargain. You would give me an hour of freedom if I accessed the Force. I did so. I do not think you have the right to be angry,” Qui-Gon said steadily.
She moved closer to him. “I… rule… you,” she spat out in his face. “Don’t forget that.”
She snapped her fingers at Nil. “Put him back in the chamber.”
“I see you do not keep your word,” Qui-Gon said, as Nil grabbed him.
“Do not play with me, Qui-Gon Jinn,” she answered angrily. “I know exactly how much strength you have. You think you can deceive me. I will always be one step ahead of you. Don’t you understand yet how much I know? You barter for your freedom with nothing. So you will get nothing from me.”
Only too glad to use brutality against Qui-Gon, Nil roughly pushed him back to the square outline of the chamber. The transparent walls began to rise.
“The amount of effort you use for the Force will result in the amount of time you are given your freedom,” Jenna Zan Arbor told him. “Think about it.”
The vapor rose around him as the walls surrounded him. Qui-Gon felt despair rise with the enclosing walls.
I need you, Obi-Wan. Find me soon.
CHAPTER 8
Obi-Wan and Astri hitched a ride on a tech transport to Sorrus. The planet was a large one, with varied climates. Over its vast surface were rugged mountain ranges, huge deserts, and sprawling cities. Large bodies of water were scarce, and a complex irrigation system crisscrossed the planet in an intricate series of waterways and pipes.
The pilot of the tech transport landed in Yinn La Hi, one of three capital cities. Obi-Wan thanked him for the lift.
The pilot gazed out at the city. “Good luck to you. I hope you know where you’re going.”
“A desert region called Arra,” Obi-Wan told him, picking up his survival pack. “Are the Sorrusians a friendly people?”
The pilot grinned. “Sure. As long as you don’t ask them any questions.”
Obi-Wan understood the pilot’s words within a short amount of time. He asked three different passersby for information on where to find transport to Arra. Each Sorrusian ignored him.