CHAPTER 1
Obi-Wan Kenobi heard the door slide shut behind him. The locking system clicked and whirred.
He stopped short as a wave of helplessness overwhelmed him.
“No,” he said.
His companion, Astri Oddo, turned. “What is it?”
Obi-Wan faced the closed door with despair. “I can’t leave him.”
“But he ordered you to go.”
Placing his hands against the door, Obi-Wan shook his head. “I can’t. “
Astri waited a moment. She did not move, but he felt her impatience. Her newly shaved head gleamed in the faint gray light. A heavy mist fell like rain and gathered in droplets on their skin.
“Obi-Wan, we don’t have time,” she said. “I have to get to the Temple.”
Obi-Wan nodded, but still he could not move. Astri’s father, Didi Oddo, was dying at the Jedi Temple. Astri carried the antitoxin that would save him. Astri had been a chef at her father’s cafŠ, and she had bravely joined Obi-Wan in his bold plan to break into Jenna Zan Arbor’s secret lab.
They had succeeded in only part of their mission. They had retrieved the needed antitoxin. But Obi-Wan’s Master, Qui-Gon Jinn, was still inside.
Obi-Wan spun around and gazed quickly down the dark street, searching every shadow. “Where are Cholly, Weez, and Tup? They can arrange transport for you.”
“They’re not here,” Astri said, anger tightening her voice as she scanned the street. “I knew we couldn’t trust them.”
Obi-Wan dismissed the thought of the three scoundrels. They had agreed to watch for Ona Nobis, the bounty hunter who Astri had impersonated to get inside. They were supposed to warn Obi-Wan and Astri if she arrived, but they had not. As a result, Jenna Zan Arbor had known that intruders were inside, and Qui-Gon had been trapped. Obviously, Cholly, Weez, and Tup had fled.
But they weren’t important to Obi-Wan now. Getting Astri back to the Temple was. As was getting himself back into the secret lab so that he could fight side by side with his Master.
“Let me contact Tahl,” he said. Astri handed him her comlink. He had already given his own to Qui-Gon, along with his lightsaber.
Jedi Knight Tahl’s crisp voice came through a moment later. “I’m here,” she said tersely.
Quickly, Obi-Wan outlined the situation. “Jenna Zan Arbor is holding another prisoner who she claims Qui-Gon doesn’t know, but who is close to him. What do you think that means?”
“I have an idea,” Tahl said. “Go on.”
“Poison will be released in the prisoner’s bloodstream if Qui-Gon leaves the building. He ordered me to leave the lab and conduct Astri back to the Temple. He said that safe passage for the antitoxin was the most important thing. I… felt I had to go, Tahl.”
“Of course you did,” Tahl said crisply. “Qui-Gon was right to order you. But I don’t want you to leave Simpla12.”
Obi-Wan felt relief flood through him. He was only a Padawan Learner. He would need the permission of a Jedi Master in order to disobey Qui-Gon, even if his Master was currently a captive.
“What about Didi?” Astri asked urgently.
“Don’t worry, Astri. Jedi Master Adi Gallia and her Padawan, Siri, are due to arrive on Simpla12 at any moment. You should see their ship in a few seconds. The pilot can bring you back to the Temple with the antitoxin. Obi-Wan, you will work with Adi Gallia and Siri to rescue Qui-Gon. We’ll start with a small team, but we’re sending more Jedi to Simpla12 in case you need them.”
Obi-Wan saw a glint of silver in the leaden sky. “I see their ship. I’ll get back to you.”
He ended the communication and watched as the small, sleek transport landed in a dirt field nearby. He had worked with Adi and Siri before. Adi was a brilliant and resourceful Jedi with a gift for intuition. Siri was a tough fighter and faced danger without ruffling a hair. The relations between the two Padawans could be bumpy, but he could not ask for a better team to rescue Qui-Gon.
He saw Adi’s familiar regal figure stride down the landing ramp. The smaller, blond Siri followed. Adi’s sharp gaze scanned the surrounding area, missing nothing. Then she hurried toward Obi-Wan and Astri.
She nodded at Obi-Wan and turned her gaze to Astri. “The transport is waiting. May the Force be with you.”
Even at a moment of great urgency, Astri thought of others. She put her hand on Obi-Wan’s arm. “I know Qui-Gon will be safe.”
“And I know Didi will be well,” Obi-Wan told her.
They had been through much together. Astri had no Jedi training, no Force-sensitivity, and could barely manage to hit a target with blaster fire. Yet Obi-Wan had come to admire her many skills. Her fear was obvious but she never failed to charge ahead.