“You should join us in tracking the kidnappers,” Qui-Gon said. “If you believe the Absolutes are not involved, it is a waste of time for you to remain there.”
“I said I thought they weren’t involved,” Tahl corrected. “There is always the possibility that rogue members have done this. I need to stay in place and investigate. It would be natural for the Absolutes to try to find out who did it. I can use their surveillance resources.”
Obi-Wan noted that his Master seemed to be restraining his objection. He did not understand why. Tahl was right. She should remain undercover, at least until they knew who had taken the twins.
“Do you think Roan could be involved?” he asked Tahl.
“I don’t know,” Tahl said. “Of course we need to entertain the possibility.”
“We were on our way to speak to him when we interrupted the kidnapping,” Qui-Gon said.
“Maybe we should try to speak to him now,” Obi-Wan suggested.
“It might be hard,” Tahl pointed out. “He will be on a full-scale alert. He won’t have time for us.
Just then Qui-Gon’s comlink signaled. When he answered it, it was Balog. Qui-Gon listened intently for a few moments, then clicked off the communication.
“It will be easier than we thought,” Qui-Gon said. “Roan has asked to see us.”
Roan met the Jedi in his office at the massive Institute of Government Service building. Despite the grandeur of the building, his office was sparsely furnished, with chairs lined up against a wall, a long table that served as a desk, and a bare floor of gray stone. The window looked down on the streets. On their own, Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan had seen the signs of protest beginning. As the word spread of the twins’ fate, people were spilling out into the streets.
The Workers had organized quickly. Across the street in the square they had formed a solid cube of beings in the same shape as the many monuments in the city. More continued to arrive. The front line carried a banner: ARREST ROAN NOW
Roan turned from the window as they entered. He was, in midlife, an imposing figure, with one silver streak on one side of his dark hair. He bowed in greeting.
“Welcome. If I had known you were here before this, I would have called for this meeting earlier.”
“We are not here officially, so did not want to trouble you,” Qui-Gon said.
“Consider yourselves official,” Roan said grimly. His dark eyes looked haunted. “We need help to find the girls. I know that you want to find them, too. I am also aware that there are those who believe that I was behind the murder of their father and now their abduction. I have summoned you here to tell you this is not so.”
“Why do you think the rumor began?” Qui-Gon asked.
“Because since Ewane’s murder the structure of the government has been in a precarious state. There are those who are calling for new elections. My enemies have encouraged the rumor that I killed Ewane.” Roan paced in front of the window. It was coated so that he could see out, Qui-Gon noted, but the people massing below could not see him.
He turned and faced the Jedi. He spread his hands. “I do not know what to do. My planet has struggled for fairness and achieved freedom for all its people. Now it is in danger of losing that stability. I see visions of ruin whenever I close my eyes. Yet I know I can prevent this ruin. I just don’t know how. Events seem to unfold before me and I am powerless over them.”
Qui-Gon felt a rush of sympathy for Roan. The man truly looked haunted. And Qui-Gon himself knew what it was like to be plagued by visions. He knew what it felt like to have events rush by as if he’d once seen them unfold in a dream and had only now remembered it.
“What would you like us to do?” Qui-Gon asked.
But just then Roan’s internal communication unit signaled. With an impatient gesture, he went to answer it.
“I left instructions that I was not to be disturbed - “
“Yes, Governor. But we have received an external communication. They ask for you only. They say they are the kidnappers.”
Roan looked at the Jedi. “I would like you to hear this.” He spoke into the comm unit. “Please put them through.”
The voice that came through the comm unit was obviously electronically manipulated. It had an eerie, echoing quality, half machine, half living being.
“Good afternoon. Today the descendants of Ewane were taken in a raid. We are holding them. We are willing to release them upon your meeting certain conditions.”
“Are they all right?” Roan asked. “Let me speak to them.”
“They are safe and were not harmed. Do not speak. Listen.”
“I will pay for their release - “