Obi-Wan gave him a severe look. “You should not be concerned with Senator Sauro’s reaction. What does it matter if a corrupt man laughs at us? It should be less than the whisper of a gnatfly’s wings to us.”
Anakin stared at him. “He has made fools of us.”
“No, Padawan,” Obi-Wan said firmly. “If your path is the right one, no one has that power. Those who seek to make fools of others are fools themselves.”
“I don’t understand you,” Anakin said, shaking his head. “You are just as upset as I am. I can feel it, Master. I know how much you want to find Granta Omega.”
“Cultivate outward calm and inward calm will come,” Obi-Wan said. “This is the time when the Jedi lesson of inner balance can help you. Accept the setback, and move on.”
“How?” Anakin asked. “Where?”
“That is a question that is easy for me to answer,” Obi-Wan said. “The Council has called on us for a new mission.”
Anakin felt his anger drain away. “Do you know what it is?”
“No,” Obi-Wan said. “But I will admit this - wherever it takes us, I will be glad to take a break from Senatorial politics.”
CHAPTER TWO
To teach was easy. To be an example - well, that was another thing.
Obi-Wan had wanted to pound the floor and shake the very walls of the Senate. But with his Padawan by his side, he had too many reasons not to. He had drawn on his years of training in order to present a serene face to his apprentice. He knew Anakin struggled with his own patience. It would be damaging for Obi-Wan to show his frustration in front of him.
Anakin was sixteen years old. Impatience was wired into his being. Despite Anakin’s strong Force connection, it would most likely take years before he developed true inner balance.
Obi-Wan, on the other hand, was supposed to have it already.
Obi-Wan drew a deep breath. It wasn’t just the frustration of dealing with the Senate bureaucracy, blood-boiling as that was. It was the nagging feeling that if he didn’t track down Granta Omega soon, their next meeting would be on Omega’s terms. Obi-Wan didn’t have anything concrete to go on. Yet he felt strongly that the darkness he felt around Omega somehow had to do with Anakin. The sense of urgency he felt was very real.
As they accessed the turbolift to the High Council tower, Ferus Olin walked up and nodded a greeting. As usual, the Jedi Padawan looked impeccable, his tunic spotless, his dark, gold-streaked hair drawn back severely in his Padawan braid. Even his utility belt gleamed from a recent polishing.
Obi-Wan turned to him, surprised. “You have been called as well?”
“Yes. My Master will join us in the High Council chamber.”
They stepped onto the turbolift. Obi-Wan noted the cool nod Anakin gave in response to Ferus’s greeting. So the two were still rivals. Perhaps being thrown together again would be good for both of them.
The three stepped out and entered the Council chamber. A majority of the Council was there, surrounding the trio in a semicircle. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows dark clouds collided, threatening rain. A sudden bolt of lightning flashed a jagged streak of blue against the dark gray sky.
Mace Windu turned from where he’d been contemplating the coming storm. He sat in his chair and faced Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Ferus.
“Thank you for coming so quickly,” he said. “This is a matter that demands our urgent response.”
Obi-Wan waited, surprised that Mace Windu had begun without Siri’s presence.
“There has been some infighting in the Senate,” Mace Windu began.
Obi-Wan felt a silent groan well up within him. So much for his desire to escape Senatorial politics.
“Senator Berm Tarturi of Andara is fighting the political battle of his life,” Mace continued. “The Andaran system is a thriving, influential one, but several planets in the system are claiming an imbalance in trade route distribution. The planet leria is demanding a new treaty, as well as representation in the Senate. leria and Andara have become bitter enemies. Senator Tarturi is concerned about a reduction in his own power, but the problem is bigger than that. Since the Andaran system is a powerful voting bloc, the Senate is worried about potential instability - as well as a full-scale civil war that could bring in other systems and spread throughout the Core Worlds. And something else has happened to complicate the situation even more. The Senator’s son has disappeared.”
Mace paused, knitting his long fingers together. “Gillam Tarturi is sixteen. He is a student at the elite Leadership School on Andara - a private academy that trains many of the children of the powerful throughout the galaxy for careers in government and diplomacy. The school’s security system is sophisticated. The fact that Gillam disappeared without tripping any alarms is a mystery.”