“Is there a problem?” Qui-Gon asked.
“That we do not know,” Yoda answered, blinking his large eyes. “We only suspect. Aware you are that this project does not have the full support of the Council. Clee Rhara believes that the Jedi should have a squad of starfighter pilots. Some agree. Some do not.”
Qui-Gon knew the project was controversial. The Council had finally agreed to the operation, but only on a trial basis. Some of the gifted older students, like Obi-Wan’s friend Garen Muln, had been chosen for it. There were some on the Council who believed that Jedi should continue to take rides on consular ships or haulers, or borrow small transports for short flights. They believed that Jedi pilots would lead to a Jedi fleet, a complex operation that would divert their attention from peacekeeping efforts in the galaxy.
“Clee Rhara, you know,” Yoda said. “Charismatic, she is. A following among the young pilots, she has. Many are delaying their Padawan status. Allow this, the Council does, but many are uneasy.”
Qui-Gon nodded. He had gone throughTempletraining with Clee Rhara. She had a bright wit and a fierce will that had attracted followers even then.
“What is Tahl’s mission there?” Qui-Gon asked curiously.
“A grave problem we have,” Yoda said. “Until now, the Senate donated the starfighters for Jedi pilots. Outmoded or damaged, the starfighters are. Clee Rhara has her own shipyard for refitting. Worked well, this system has. But mechanical failures lately there have been. One quite serious. A Coruscant air taxi was almost hit. Aboard, an important Senator was.”
“Does Clee Rhara suspect sabotage?” Qui-Gon asked.
Yoda nodded. “Tahl has gone to investigate. Some there are in the Senate who resent the Jedi. Whispers there are about our taking advantage. Track these whispers, we cannot. Concerned, the Council is. Clee Rhara must make the program work, or abandon it we must.”
“I see,” Qui-Gon said. “So if Tahl can discover that the ships were sabotaged, the program can continue.”
“Perhaps.”Yoda straightened and began to move toward the turbolift. “Watching us some in the Senate are. Hoping to see us fail, perhaps. And watching they will be the investigation of Bruck’s death. Also, forget we should not that Vox Chun was once in the employ of one who plotted to destroy us.”
“Xanatos,” Qui-Gon said. His former Padawan was dead. Yet the evil he spread lived on.
CHAPTER 3
Qui-Gon decided that the most courteous thing would be to meet Vox Chun at the landing platform as he arrived. Obi-Wan knew his Master was right, but he wished he could postpone seeing Bruck’s father for a while longer.
“Here he comes.” Qui-Gon indicated a silver transport heading toward them. He eyed the sleek lines of the ship. “How does someone who just got out of jail afford a transport like that? Perhaps Vox still has powerful friends.”
Obi-Wanwas too nervous to answer. Moments later, the transport glided to a stop, and the ramp lowered and the exit door slid open. A figure stood at the top. Obi-Wan gasped. It was Bruck.
He took a step backward, and Qui-Gon put a hand on his arm. “No,” Qui-Gon told him in a fierce undertone. “It is not him, Obi-Wan. The boy only looks like Bruck.”
The boy had a shock of white hair, like Bruck. He was dressed in a rough tunic similar to a Jedi’s. But as he descended, Obi-Wan began to breathe again. He saw that the boy’s features were softer and that he was a few years younger than Obi-Wan.
“A brother,” Qui-Gon murmured. “They wanted to unsettle us. That is why he went first.”
Behind the boy, Vox Chun walked slowly down the ramp, his deep purple cloak swirling around the tops of his boots. The last passenger followed a step or two behind, and Obi-Wan glanced at him curiously. Vox Chun had not indicated that he was bringing anyone with him, and the Jedi had assumed he was coming alone. This man was shorter than Obi-Wan. He could be Qui-Gon’s age, or he could be older. It was impossible to tell. He had a smooth, unlined face and dark hair cut short. He wore an austere black jacket and trousers.
Qui-Gon nodded as the three approached. “Welcome to theJediTemple. I am Qui-Gon Jinn, and this is my Padawan, Obi-Wan Kenobi.”
Vox Chun’s eyes were the same blue-frost color as Bruck’s. They slid over Obi-Wan like a coating of ice over water. He returned Qui-Gon’s nod of greeting.
“I am Vox Chun, and this is my son, Kad Chun. This is a family friend, Sano Sauro. He has come to give us emotional support.”
Obi-Wan glanced at Sano Sauro. His opaque black gaze and severe, expressionless manner gave no hint of his feelings. Obi-Wan couldn’t imagine going to him for anything involving emotions.