After motioning to his Master, Obi-Wan stepped inside to look around. It appeared he had found an abandoned laundry room. Piles of uniforms littered the floor and stagnant water filled two large basins.
Qui-Gon wrinkled his nose when he walked in. “Good work, Obi-Wan,” he said quietly as he closed the door. “No one will look for us here.” Pulling his comlink from his belt, the Jedi Master contacted the Temple.
“Right to follow him, you are,” Yoda said after hearing Qui-Gon’s report. “Find the Holocron first, we must.”
And Lundi is our only clue to finding it, Obi-Wan thought.
Bant and Kit Fisto hadn’t been able to give them any ideas about where the Holocron might be located. Their best option was to follow Lundi - so they could take the Holocron from him if he found it.
Qui-Gon ended his transmission. Obi-Wan could tell that he felt the same way. Unless they knew where they were going, it would be nearly impossible to get to the Holocron first.
“We need more information,” Qui-Gon muttered, reactivating his comlink. A moment later Jocasta Nu’s voice echoed in the small room.
“There have been rumors of Sith Holocrons in existence in several places across the galaxy. Lisal, Korriban, Kodai, Doli. Most of the claims have been investigated by Jedi teams, but nothing has ever been found.”
“Thank you, Jocasta,” Qui-Gon said. “As usual you have been helpful.”
“I’m always here to assist with information. Feel free to contact me should you need anything else,” Jocasta replied.
“Of course.” Qui-Gon signed off and turned to his Padawan. “Lundi must be looking for the Lisal Holocron,” he said.
That’s too easy, Obi-Wan thought. “We need to know more. I’m going to find Lundi,” the Padawan said. He stripped off the tunic he’d worn to blend in with the students.
“Patience, Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon reprimanded quietly. “It will take time for things to unfold.”
Obi-Wan knew his Master was right. But frustration was welling up inside of him. He kicked at the pile of uniforms at his feet until he saw one that looked about his size. After holding it against his shoulders, he pulled it on. It fit well enough.
“We will not discover anything tonight,” Qui-Gon said. “We must give Lundi time to relax, to let down his guard. Lisal is a two-day journey. We have time.” Qui-Gon arranged himself on one of the cleaner laundry piles and prepared to sleep.
Obi-Wan sighed and did the same. Qui-Gon was right, he supposed. But for him, waiting was often the hardest part of a mission. It made him anxious. And when he was anxious he could not easily sleep.
Obi-Wan awoke suddenly. Something was not right. Sitting up quickly, he reached out to the Force to try and find the source of the danger he felt. When he was sure that there was no one in the laundry facility besides himself and his Master, he removed his hand from his saber hilt.
Beside him, Qui-Gon breathed steadily, either asleep or deep in meditation. Whatever had disturbed Obi-Wan did not seem to be upsetting his Master.
Obi-Wan lay back and closed his eyes to try and recapture an image of what had frightened him. Had it been a dream? A presence? Just a feeling?
Pyramid-shaped Holocrons floated in his mind. Certainly it was disturbing to think that such potent capsules were at large in the galaxy. But he did not think that was what had awakened him.
The Holocrons faded and another image grew. A figure. Obi-Wan allowed his fear to grow with the image. Then he relaxed and let the fear go, focusing on the figure. But no matter how he tried, he could not see a face. The visage remained in shadow and a feeling became clear - the feeling that someone had discovered them.
When Obi-Wan surfaced from his meditation, he saw that Qui-Gon was awake and had been aware of his agitation. “It is a warning,” Qui-Gon said after Obi-Wan told him about it. “We must proceed with extra caution and find out where we are headed. Quickly.”
Obi-Wan laughed when Qui-Gon emerged in the corridor wearing a mechanic’s uniform. The pants stopped close to the top of his boots, and the sleeves were rolled up in an effort to disguise the fact that they were at least ten centimeters too short. But Obi-Wan had to admit that nobody would recognize Qui-Gon as a Jedi Master.
“You don’t look any better,” Qui-Gon chided his apprentice.
Obi-Wan knew it was true. Wearing the soiled uniform he had pulled from the pile the night before, he even smelled like a grubby mechanic.
“I think Lundi must have arranged for a private room. Let’s separate and search the ship. We need to find him or his quarters,” Qui-Gon said, getting down to business. “Do not let the captain see you.”