Security Room A was where Krayn and the Colicoids were secretly meeting to discuss their takeover of the spice trade.
Every day it had taken to lay the groundwork for this meeting had cost him. His patience had been worn to shreds. Anakin had now been on Nar Shaddaa for two weeks. Enough time for him to be beaten. Imprisoned. Killed.
Obi-Wan did not dwell on it, but it was in his mind all the same. He knew that if he simply appeared on Nar Shaddaa as a Jedi he would risk Anakin’s life as well as Siri’s. The Council had warned him that his plan must be careful and perfect. He had given his word to Adi Gallia that this would be so.
Didi had helped him establish an identity as Bakleeda and introduced him to the right contacts. Didi had taken a great personal risk doing so, for Obi-Wan had told him that he would have to reveal himself as a Jedi eventually. He could not prevent that. It might become known that Didi had helped smuggle a Jedi into the Krayn organization. There were many in the criminal underworld who would not appreciate that. But
Didi had only swallowed twice rapidly and paled a bit before assuring Obi-Wan that he would take any risk for Obi-Wan and the memory of Qui-Gon.
Obi-Wan opened the door. The Colicoids were waiting, and he was relieved to see that he didn’t know any of them. His face was hidden by his helmet, which came down over his eyes and nose, but it was better that no one could recognize him if something happened to dislodge it.
The three Colicoids gave him a brief glance but did not greet him. They stood at the round table, talking together in their own language. Words were interspersed with clicks and humming noises from their antennae and jointed legs. The Colicoids had been the ones who had put out word that they were looking for a slave trader with intelligence to represent them in a meeting. It had taken all of Obi-Wan’s skill to convince their representative that he was the one they wanted.
One of the Colicoids turned to him. “I am Nor Fik. Do not speak unless asked a question.”
Obi-Wan nodded.
They waited long minutes. Obi-Wan had been over the galaxy many times and had been present at scores of high-level meetings. On every world, no matter how different, one thing was always the same: The party with the most power was the last to arrive.
The door burst open and slammed against the wall. Krayn stood there, his bulk filling the doorway. “My friends!”
The Colicoids nodded coolly at Krayn.
“An ion storm delayed me. A trifle.” Krayn waved a hand. “I would travel through worse to get here.”
The Colicoids pointedly ignored this obvious lie. Krayn strode into the room and a Wookiee with a scarred face and an eye patch crowded in. It was Krayn’s associate, Rashtah. If Krayn meant to intimidate the Colicoids, it worked. The Wookiee was a fierce companion.
Krayn’s sharp eyes traveled over Obi-Wan before returning to the Colicoids with a beam of friendship. “So this is your observer. Hardly necessary but I accept it as I do anything among friends. You see how conciliatory I am?”
“And we see that you have brought an observer as well,” Nor Fik said, indicating Rashtah.
Krayn grinned as he sat, placing a long vibroblade on the table before him. “It was a long journey. I needed company.”
Rashtah remained standing but let out a growl of amusement.
“This is a waste of time,” Nor Fik snapped. “Let us get down to business.”
Krayn’s grin faded. “That is why I am here.”
“We have control of the spice trade,” Nor Fik said, seating himself opposite Krayn. The other two Colicoids seated themselves next to him. “We want you - “
Krayn held up a meaty hand. “Ah. Excuse me. I suggest that no lies be spoken here, in the interest of our continued good fellowship.”
“Lies?” Nor Fik asked in disbelief.
Krayn leaned forward. “You do not control the spice trade. Not yet. You are still having trouble along the Kessel Run.”
“That is because your pirates are still attacking our ships!” Nor Fik said angrily. “Despite your assurances to the contrary. And you yourself attacked our ship without warning when our highest level officer Anf Dec was aboard - “
“A regrettable mistake,” Krayn said.
The Colicoid clicked its antennae together. “Now who is lying.”
Krayn looked pained. “Trust. Trust - it’s so necessary to have it between partners, Nor. I trust you. I see I have to work harder to make you trust me.”
Obi-Wan was surprised at Krayn’s methods. He had expected Krayn to be as much of a bully in the conference room as he was in the rest of the galaxy. Instead, he was holding back.
“Let’s talk about Nar Shaddaa,” Nor Fik said, not bothering to respond to Krayn. “You need more capital to keep those factories going. We will supply it. Once we have the entire spice trade firmly in our grasp, you will have the exclusive contract to process the spice in your Nar Shaddaa plants. It is in our best interest that you remain there as a cover, as we are members of the Senate now and should not be linked to a criminal organization. Naturally we will continue to support your slave raids.”