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Krayn smiled. “I admire your methods, Nor. I agree to step up attacks on other ships along the Kessel Run. That should allow you to close the noose on the trade there. I assume that the capital I need will be transferred into my accounts by this afternoon?”

“Perhaps. If we get some things clear.”

For the first time, Krayn looked unnerved. He covered it with a smile. “Of course.”

“My superiors demand an inspection of the factories on Nar Shaddaa,” Nor Fik said. “After all, if we are giving you the contract, we have a right to a complete inspection. We are worried about your productivity - slaves have been dying in great numbers.”

“It is unfortunate that lately there has been some increase in mortality..”

“Yes, it cuts into profits. It is harder and harder for you to conduct massive raids, thanks to the Senate cracking down on the slave trade,” Nor Fik said. “If you don’t keep your slaves healthy, you will have trouble replacing them.”

“A healthy slave is a slave who dreams of escape,” Krayn said.

“That is what security is for,” Nor Fik said. “I am not suggesting that you pamper them. Feed them enough to keep going. When your ship is struggling, you must conserve your fuel, but reach your destination.”

Obi-Wan felt revulsion rise deep within him. Krayn and Nor Fik were talking about living beings as if they were machines to be maintained.

You’re the one who doesn’t understand!

Anakin’s tortured words filled his brain. His Padawan had been right. He hadn’t understood. He couldn’t understand the depths of Anakin’s feeling. As a child, Anakin had lived every day with the knowledge that his life meant nothing. That he was a possession, not a living being.

Obi-Wan struggled to maintain his calm. His heart cried out to move, to get on a ship and go to Nar Shaddaa.

“There is nothing wrong with the treatment of slaves on Nar Shaddaa,” Krayn said, anger beginning to color his voice. “I know best - “

“Perhaps. But we need to see the operation firsthand.”

“Captain Anf Dec has been given a tour.”

“And he has recommended an independent observer. He was not allowed the access he expected.”

Krayn looked astonished. “He didn’t say a word! Naturally we would have given him a tour of any part of the operation - “

“He was put off with excuses and promises,” Nor Fik interrupted. “And he is not experienced in the slave trade. Neither are we, nor are we qualified to judge the work ability of such an assortment of beings. Therefore we have found an independent observer to report back to us. This is Bakleeda. He is in your business, and is willing to act as consultant for us.”

Obi-Wan took one step forward.

“He will travel to Nar Shaddaa and you will give him free and open access. This is not negotiable. Agreed?”

Krayn hesitated. Obi-Wan could see a deep red flush on his neck. It was the only sign of his rage. “Agreed.”

Obi-Wan remained impassive, but excitement flared within him. He had free access to Nar Shaddaa.





CHAPTER 15


Anakin was so exhausted that he craved his sleep-mat, on the hard ground in the large durasteel warehouse that served as slave quarters. The slaves were packed tightly in rows, and the rain came through leaks in the roof that made puddles that never dried. Sleep-mats were thin and tattered, and the cold and damp seeped up from the ground to chill bodies that had already been pushed to their limits.

No matter how much he craved sleep, it was elusive. Anakin lay awake long after others around him were breathing quietly, huddled under thin blankets, some pressed close to one another for warmth. He stared up at a tiny sliver of sky he could glimpse through the roof. He could not see a star, but he imagined one. He imagined his Master in a ship speeding past that star, straight to Nar Shaddaa.

Movement close to him jolted him to his elbows. Anakin peered through the darkness, expecting one of the scavenging creatures that overran the slave quarters. Instead, he saw someone crawling toward him. It was Mazie.

She squeezed in between him and his neighbor, who obligingly grunted and rolled slightly away to make room.

“I just wanted to thank you for today,” she whispered. “I wasn’t very nice to you at the beginning.”

“I know,” Anakin said with his characteristic bluntness. “I’ve been thinking about that. Why did you call me a schutta? What does it mean?”

Mazie squirmed. “I spoke harshly. A schutta is a weasel creature in my language. You see, you were assigned gravsled duty. It’s easy duty, reserved for informants and favorites of the Nar Shaddaa guards. You must have someone protecting you.”