“I received more information about Krayn before we left,” Obi-Wan told Anakin. “You should review this file.” He called up the information on his datapad and handed it to Anakin.
“There is a profile of Krayn’s ship and his illegal activities as well as background on his two associates. One is a Wookiee named Rashtah. Very fierce, very dangerous. Unusual for a Wookiee to be involved in slave trading, but he’s extremely loyal to Krayn. There’s another associate called Zora, a human female.”
Anakin flipped through the holographic file. “There’s not much information here on her.”
“No. She joined Krayn about a year ago.” Obi-Wan turned away. He knew all about Zora. Yoda and Mace Windu had briefed him privately before he left. Anakin did not have to know yet that Zora was a former Jedi.
More important, Zora was a former friend of Obi-Wan’s. Her former name was Siri. She had been in Temple training with Obi-Wan, just a year behind. He had known her well, or as well as anyone could know her. Her deepest emotions were known only to herself. The two of them had been on missions together as Padawans. Chosen by Council member Adi Gallia as an apprentice, Siri had been acutely intelligent and scrupulously mindful of Jedi rules.
Her loyalty to Adi Gallia was unquestioned until they had fallen into a severe disagreement. Adi Gallia was known for her intuition, but not necessarily her warmth. She had taken the most severe path a Master could - she had cut loose her Padawan without recommending her for full Jedi status. Furious, Siri had left the Temple abruptly. Obi-Wan had tried to find her, but she had cut off any contact with the Temple. She had wandered the galaxy. Without her Jedi family, without any ties, she had fallen into bad company. And now she was using her skills to work with Krayn. It was an astonishing transformation, but Qui-Gon had taught Obi-Wan that he should not be surprised by the dark forces that battled within every being. Siri had battled her dark side and lost.
Obi-Wan and Anakin felt the engines thrum underneath their feet. The ship slowly rose from its dockingport, then shot out into a space lane. Soon they would be far above Coruscant, engaging the hyperdrive.
“Do you think Krayn will attack the ship?” Anakin asked, looking out at the sky through the small view-port.
“The Colicoids don’t seem to think so,” Obi-Wan said. “Who knows? Krayn has a complicated, galaxy-wide operation. He might not want the trouble of tangling with Jedi.”
There was something like disappointment on Anakin’s face. He wants to meet up with Krayn, Obi-Wan realized. It was probably the normal reaction of a young man longing for adventure. Or it could be something darker.
“You seemed to react to Krayn’s name during the briefing,” Obi-Wan said. “Have you heard of him?” Anakin turned his gaze back to Obi-Wan. There was the trace of a shadow in his eyes, something that only Obi-Wan would notice, he felt sure. “I know his kind.”
He was holding something back. He had not really answered Obi-Wan’s question. Anakin never lied to him. Obi-Wan realized with a deep sense of unease that he was lying now.
CHAPTER 6
“Don’t touch that!” A Colicoid officer scurried forward, legs clicking. Anakin stepped back from the equipment console in the tech readout room. They were coming out of hyperspace too soon.
“I wasn’t touching it,” Anakin said. “I was just looking at it. I’ve never seen a tech console like this before.”
“Well, go away,” the officer said, blocking the tech console. “This is not a place for little boys.”
Anakin drew his power around him. He knew it was there, a combination of his own will and the Force, easily tapped, always reachable. He fixed his gaze on the officer. “I am not a little boy. I am a Jedi.”
The Colicoid was clearly unnerved as the young human boy before him gave him a gaze of such concentrated intensity. It took all of his will to stand his ground.
“Well, go away anyway,” he muttered, turning away from that unsettling look. “This is no place for you.”
Anakin decided instantly that the tech console was not interesting enough to risk a confrontation. He walked away with a dignity that masked his irritation. The Colicoids were certainly touchy about their ship. In his experience, most beings were happy to indulge in tech-talk and were proud of their ships. The Colicoids didn’t seem to bond with their transports, just looked at them as a way to get them from one place to another. Normally he would fill his time poking into the ship’s nooks and crannies, but the Colicoid crew was constantly breathing down his neck.
He never knew a mission could be so boring. If only Krayn would attack!