[Jedi Apprentice] - 17(4)

“Of course.” Obi-Wan nodded.

At the top of several flights of durasteel stairs, the yawning spaces and hulking machinery gave way to a more hospitable living space. Standing with her back to the entrance among several mismatched but comfortable-looking couches was the woman Obi-Wan had seen on Jocasta Nu’s holoscreen. Lena Cobral.

Mica cleared her throat to announce their arrival. Lena turned.

“You’ve made it,” she said, bringing her hands together and offering both of them to Qui-Gon and then Obi-Wan, and finally embracing Mica. “I’m so pleased. Was your journey very difficult?”

“It passed quickly,” Qui-Gon told her before introducing himself and Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan was glad that Qui-Gon had emerged again from silence, for he was not entirely sure he would have been able to manage the conversation so easily.

Lena Cobral had been attractive on the holoscreen, but in person she was stunning. Her long dark hair spilled over her shoulders, framing her face and dark eyes like Mica’s. She was only a few years older than Obi-Wan, which surprised him. Like the Fregans in the street, her demeanor was relaxed. She greeted the Jedi as if they were old friends or honored guests at a party, not political escorts.

“Please sit,” Lena said, guiding the Jedi to the chairs. “You need refreshment. Perhaps some Kopi tea?”

Before the Jedi could protest Lena was pouring a warm dark liquid into cups. It looked slightly orange and tasted delicious.

“My cousin Mica brings me everything now that I am in hiding.” Lena smiled at the silent Mica. “She brought me this tea yesterday. And today she has brought you to me as well.” Lena turned her infectious smile on the Jedi; Obi-Wan found that it was nearly impossible not to smile back.

“She is too good to me.” Lena’s upbeat voice gave no clue that there was any real threat. “She insists on staying with me without any thought of the danger to herself. I know I should not allow it.”

“You are the one who does not give any thought to putting yourself in danger,” Mica said softly.

As Lena watched her cousin stand and leave the room, Obi-Wan thought he caught a first glimpse of tension and fear on her face. He looked at Qui-Gon to see if he too had noticed it, but Qui-Gon had retreated inside himself once more and was gazing into his tea cup.

“I’m sorry,” Lena apologized, suddenly placing her hand to her brow. “I’m wasting your time, and I have not been entirely honest.”

Obi-Wan sat up and Qui-Gon placed his cup on the table. They did not speak, but waited for Lena to continue.

“It is true that I need an escort to Coruscant. And it is true that I wish to testify against the Cobral. I must complete the task that Rutin started. The task he died for.” Lena’s voice caught and she stood, turning toward the shrouded windows before continuing. “In so many ways it is my fault. I did not mean to fall in love with him. I did not know he was a Cobral. But love isn’t a choice, is it?”

Obi-Wan thought he saw Qui-Gon nod slightly.

“Before we married, Rutin promised he could stop the crime, but he could not stand to be cast out of his family. He was his parents’ favorite and he loved them. He hoped that he could convince them to change their ways. He was not content to remove himself; he wanted to stop it all.” Lena spoke more quickly as she went on, as if she could not stop the flow of words.

“But then his brother Solan found out that Rutin was trying to change things. Furious, he went to their father. Rutin could not close the crime ring from the inside. So he decided to try to close it from the outside. It was the hardest decision he ever made. I wanted him to get out, but I begged him not to risk his life. He insisted. For me, he said. He did it for me.” Lena paused again and turned back toward the Jedi. Her dark eyes were moist with tears.

Obi-Wan felt she was looking only at him, and her eyes bore straight into his heart. It was as if she were searching him, checking to see if he had the strength and courage to help her. If he could be trusted.

Obi-Wan knew instinctively that he trusted her. There was something about the way she carried herself, about the way she spoke. She was not lying to them. He could sense her fear, yes, but also her honesty. And he could feel her strength. Lena Cobral was not a coward.

“That is why I must carry out his plan,” Lena said, straightening. “I can’t let Rutin’s death be for nothing. I will testify, I will stop the crime. But…”

Obi-Wan leaned in. So far the story was as he expected. But what?

“I don’t have any solid evidence to bring before the Senate.” Lena sighed. “Rutin worked very hard to protect me. Although I have heard many things, as all Fregans have, I have only my word against theirs.”