Suddenly the sound of explosions split the air. The scientists all jumped to their feet, fear on their faces. Darra stirred but did not wake.
“What is it?” Reug Yucon whispered the words harshly.
Anakin heard the sound of alarmed voices from the Haariden camp. Soara and Obi-Wan had begun their attack. Every muscle seemed to contract with the effort of staying still. He wanted so badly to go.
“Should we leave?” Joveh D’a Alin asked anxiously. “We could be trapped here.”
“No,” Anakin said. “We’ll wait here.”
Waiting was the hardest thing. Like him, the scientists wanted to move. But they wanted to run from the source of the explosions. He wanted to run toward them.
“We are lucky to have you with us,” Tic said quietly. A small consolation, Anakin thought. But he’d take it.
CHAPTER FIVE
If any of the Haaridens were trying to grab some sleep, they were now disappointed. The patrol troops had been so certain that they were safe that they hadn’t bothered to post guards. It was easy for Obi-Wan and Soara to sneak into the camp. The Haaridens had left the small arms jumbled together in a heap. Soara and Obi-Wan easily jammed the flechette launchers and the missile tube, and pocketed all the thermal detonators.
Then they tossed a detonator into the brush in order to wake everybody up. While the Haaridens scrambled for their blasters, the only weapons left to them, the Jedi stood, waiting.
Before the quickest Haariden could shoot, Obi-Wan called, “Think first. Surrender is your best option.” The Haariden captain spoke up, his blaster leveled at Obi-Wan’s chest. “Why should we surrender? We are forty, and you are only two.”
“I can think of one good reason,” Obi-Wan said, holding up the thermal detonators. “We have ten of these. The blast radius is five meters for each. We can toss these accurately and quickly and demolish this entire patrol in exactly five seconds.”
“You’ll blow yourself up,” the Haariden captain sneered.
Obi-Wan smiled. “I don’t think so.”
The next thing the captain knew, Obi-Wan had somersaulted over his head and landed on his other side. “Maybe I need to remind you,” Obi-Wan said. “We are Jedi.”
The other Haariden soldiers looked nervous. They glared at one another, then at their captain.
“I’m not inclined to find out if they can do it,” one soldier muttered.
“Why should we?” another said.
“This isn’t even our fight,” the first soldier added. “Why can’t we just return to our unit?” another asked.
The captain eyed the thermal detonator in Soara’s hand, her thumb over the release.
“What happens to us?” he asked.
“We have no quarrel with you,” Obi-Wan said. “As long as we have safe passage to our transport.”
The captain paused. Then he slowly lowered his blaster.
Soara and Obi-Wan dropped the thermal detonators back into the pockets of their tunics.
“What do you mean, it’s not your fight?” Soara asked.
“We were paid to split off from our unit and attack you,” the captain said, wiping a weary hand across his forehead.
Soara and Obi-Wan exchanged a glance. “Who paid you?” Soara asked.
The captain looked evasive. “No one we knew. I mean, not a native Haariden. An outlander.”
“His name?”
“He didn’t say.”
“What did he look like?”
The captain was about to answer, but a blank look came over his face. He shook his head several times. “Isn’t that strange,” he said. “I honestly don’t remember.”
A pulse began to beat inside Obi-Wan. He gripped the hilt of his lightsaber.
“What is he to you?” Soara asked. “I would think you would rather have the Jedi on your side.”
The captain gave a sad smile. “The Jedi can’t help us. We are perfectly capable of destroying ourselves. Yes, he gave me his name. It was Granta Omega.”
The name only confirmed what Obi-Wan had already suspected. He had met Granta Omega before. Omega had hired a group of bounty hunters to hunt him down, as well as Anakin and another Jedi. Obi-Wan had still not found out why. He knew that Omega was not a Sith, but he collected Sith artifacts.
Omega was also a void, a person with enough power to appear so neutral as to fade from the memory of those who had met him. He did not have a Force-connection, but he had cunning. And for some reason, he despised the Jedi.
Obi-Wan was not surprised to run into Granta Omega again. But why here, and why now?
Suddenly the horizon lit up with a dull red glow.
“The battle has resumed,” the captain said tiredly. “We should return to our unit.” He hesitated. “Since you have spared our lives, I will also tell you this - all units have been called to the battle on the other edge of the forest. You will have no trouble reaching your transport safely. Our concerns now lie elsewhere.” He bowed. “Captain Noq Welflet, at your service.”