[Jedi Apprentice] - 16(10)

Qui-Gon hit the ground, lightsaber held high, ready for the next challenge. But to his surprise, the remaining two probe droids suddenly wheeled away and flew off into the darkness.

He didn’t hesitate a moment. He cut a hole in the locked door with his lightsaber and charged through. He ran down the corridor, searching room after room. The rooms were filled with tools, equipment, and durasteel bins. He found nothing until he ran into a small room near the turbolift.

There was Oleg, lying on the floor, arms outstretched, mouth open. He had a surprised expression on his face. But he would never feel surprised again.





CHAPTER 7


Mace had not shown any emotion when Obi-Wan gave him the news of Qui-Gon’s disappearance. He had simply nodded. “We will hear from him, I’m sure,” he had said.

But when they discovered that Qui-Gon had switched off his comlink, Mace’s disapproval was obvious.

“We must proceed without Qui-Gon,” he said. “I think we should split up. I’ll go to the United Legislature and gather information. Obi-Wan, can you find this medic, Yanci? We need another copy of that list.”

“I think so,” Obi-Wan said. “She said she was staying with the Workers, and I can trace her through lrini and Lenz.”

“Good. Then you and Bant must find her and join Qui-Gon in tracking Oleg. No doubt you could run into Qui-Gon at the same time. As soon as you find either Oleg or Qui-Gon, contact me.”

Obi-Wan nodded. Mace left them, hurrying out of Manex’s residence and striding down the street. Some of the passersby glared at him, seeing his Jedi robes. No doubt they had heard the rumors being spread of Jedi treachery. Obi-Wan was certain Mace noticed this, but he walked on with no hesitation visible in his stride or expression.

“Where are we headed?” Bant asked. There was a new crispness in her voice.

“The Worker Sector,” Obi-Wan said. “We can catch a public transport this way.”

As they walked, Obi-Wan thought he could not bear it if they weren’t able to be friends again. He needed things to be open and easy with Bant. With Qui-Gon gone, things were so confused. He was worried about the reason Qui-Gon left without him. Was Qui-Gon driven by vengeance? Was that why he hadn’t wanted Obi-Wan along?

Obi-Wan missed his Master. It was hard to have to miss his friend, too. Especially when she walked beside him.

They swung aboard an almost empty airbus. Obi-Wan looked out at the streets as they passed, hoping to catch a glimpse of his Master.

“He’s out there somewhere,” he said. He didn’t know if Bant was speaking to him, but he was so in the habit of confiding in her that the words tumbled out before he could stop them. “And I don’t know what he’s thinking or planning. He could be walking into danger. He could need me. If anything happens…”

Bant turned cool silver eyes on him. “If anything happens to your Master, you’ll feel as I do.” She turned her face forward again.

Obi-Wan felt as though she had slapped him. Of course she was right.

What was there to say? He had already apologized. He felt sincerely sorry he had not considered Bant’s feelings. The only thing he could do was agree.

“Yes,” he said. “Then I’d know exactly how you feel.”

It was rare on a mission when something went exactly the way it should. Yet this time, luck was with them. Obi-Wan remembered exactly where he and Qui-Gon had gone to meet Lenz. It had only been a few days before, but it felt like a lifetime ago. Luckily Lenz was still living in the same quarters. He usually moved often to escape the surveillance of the new Absolutes.

Lenz willingly gave them the address where Yanci was staying a short distance away. Yanci greeted Obi-Wan with tired affection and printed out a copy of the list on a durasheet. They were back on the street and heading for the address of the first med clinic in a short period of time.

They had no trouble with the first three clinics. The clerks freely told them that Oleg was not a patient. But the fourth clinic was staffed by an arrogant clerk named Vero. Puffed up with self-importance, he refused to give out any information.

“I don’t know what med clinics do in the Worker Sector,” he said haughtily, “but here, we are Civilized, and take our jobs seriously.” He eyed Bant with disdain. “Obviously, you are new here. On your planet, things are no doubt more primitive. You might not be familiar with our procedures.”

Bant’s skin flushed pink with anger. “Listen, you - “

“Thank you,” Obi-Wan said quickly, pulling Bant away from the desk.

“Getting into a confrontation isn’t going to help,” he whispered to her. “We’ll have to think of another way.”