He saw the malia bare its yellow teeth at him in a frustrated snarl. It twisted in midair to land nearby, safely away from Qui-Gon.
Another malia streaked toward the trees. Now they would be attacked from above as well as the ground. Obi-Wan’s foot slid on a patch of ice and he went down on one hand. Qui-Gon leaped forward to cover him, but not before a malia sprang forward, alert for any weakness. Obi-Wan saw the malia’s sharp teeth reach for his outstretched hand. He flipped over and risked a quick kick to the animal’s flank. He summoned the Force behind it, and the surprised animal flew back across the path, snarling and spitting.
Obi-Wan quickly regained his feet. He was breathing hard. He had never encountered such quickness in an animal before. The malia were relentless. The sound of their cries was bloodcurdling.
A malia suddenly dropped from a tree branch, leaping toward Qui-Gon, while two others attacked from the rear. Qui-Gon whirled, his lightsaber unstoppable. In a moment, the leaping malia was dead on the forest floor and the other two reversed their course. Qui-Gon caught one as it turned to attack again. It fell in a heap of fur.
The other malia stayed a few meters away, snarling at Qui-Gon. Obi-Wan saw its muscles bunch in preparation for a leap. Suddenly, its eyes rolled back and it fell dead.
Obi-Wan glanced at Qui-Gon. He saw that his Master was just as mystified as he was. As if they had silently communicated a signal, the rest of the malia suddenly streaked toward the cover of the woods.
“What happened?” Obi-Wan asked, his eyes roaming the surroundings to make sure the malia were truly gone.
“We’ll know in a moment.”
Suddenly the leaves parted and a group of beings appeared. They were short, with leathery brown skin and powerful chests. Their faces were covered in thick hair, their ears long and pointed. They held weapons Obi-Wan had never seen before, long tubes made out of polished stone. He guessed that they were a form of blowpipe.
“Don’t move,” Qui-Gon told Obi-Wan calmly. One of the beings stepped forward and spoke in Basic.
“You will have a more pleasant death at our hands than the malia,” he said. “Our poisons are quick.” He made a signal and gestured to the others. The tribe put their blow tubes to their lips.
“You are welcome to the malia,” Qui-Gon said. There was no hint of hurry or distress in his tone. “We are only visitors to your world, on the way to our transport. We thank you for saving our lives.”
The leader held up a hand. The blow tubes were not dropped, but the tribe watched the Jedi warily.
“You do not want the malia meat?” the leader asked.
“We have our own supplies, food from our own world,” Qui-Gon said. “We are not here to hunt”
The leader studied them a moment. “Then pass on.”
Obi-Wan was only too glad to do so. He did not want to turn his back on the tribe, but he noted how easily Qui-Gon did so. He followed his Master’s lead. Together they skirted the three dead malia and headed down the other path.
“That was lucky,” Obi-Wan breathed when they were out of earshot.
“This is beautiful country, but a hard one,” Qui-Gon said. “I know the tribes use the malia for the food and skins they provide. They are hard to kill, and very valuable. That was their main concern. Most beings in the galaxy do not kill without purpose. If you can discover what that purpose is, you can forestall a battle.”
“And those who kill but have no reason?”
“They are the ones to worry about. Now, Padawan, we should - ” Suddenly, Qui-Gon stopped short. He closed his eyes.
Obi-Wan waited. Something had disturbed his Master. He could see it as well as feel it. Qui-Gon seemed to weave for a moment, as if rocked by something deep inside.
When he opened his eyes, Obi-Wan could not read his clouded expression, but he could sense Qui-Gon was troubled.
“What did you see?” he asked.
Qui-Gon’s lips pressed together. “It is dangerous to interpret visions,” he said curtly. “We must return to Coruscant immediately.”
CHAPTER 2
Immediately took too long to suit Qui-Gon. It had taken them another three days to get to the transport. Time and again Qui-Gon had meditated for patience, but he could not find it. He knew he was pushing Obi-Wan, but it was not to teach his Padawan endurance. It was because of his own anxiety.
The vision had come without warning. One moment he was hiking down the trail, and the next Tahl had appeared before him. She had been in great distress.
On this trip Tahl had been so often in his thoughts. Was this the reason? Did Tahl need him? Or did his own thoughts summon the vision?
The pilot pushed the transport to its fastest speed. It was another seven-hour journey to Coruscant. Each minute seemed to tick by in crisp eternities.