[Jedi Quest] - 06(15)
Now Anakin had the feeling he was seeing the real Granta Omega. His hair was dark and flowed to his shoulders. His eyes were a dark, deep blue, not brown as they’d appeared before. His body was slim but strong. And he looked younger, too, perhaps even younger than Obi-Wan.
“At least be impressed at how I’ve forgiven you,” Omega said. “You notice I don’t hold a grudge. You and your Master killed a good deal for me last time we met. I was close to cornering the market on bacta. I would have made a fortune. Instead I almost drowned in a tidal wave. Then I was forced to erase all my secret financial records. No hard feelings, though.”
“On your side, maybe,” Anakin said.
“As I was saying, that little adventure cost me. I had to make it up somehow. Planets like Mawan are made for beings like me. We can set up operations without too much interference. There’s no one to bribe, no one to fight. We just grab our piece. I already had some business interests here, so it was just a matter of coming myself and devoting all my effort to it. I’ve made up what I lost in just a few months.”
“Am I supposed to say congratulations now?” Anakin asked.
Omega sighed. “Still a Jedi,” he said. “Moons and stars, you can be boring. Your Master’s influence, no doubt.” He leaned against the table. “Can’t you relax? Not all Jedi are as rigid as your Master.”
“How would you know?”
“Some are interested in investigating deep in the archives and finding that the Jedi know more about the dark side than they care to reveal. They don’t waste their time meditating on favorite rocks in the Room of the Thousand Fountains or sneaking into the Council Receiving Room to watch the Senatorial starships dock in the restricted space lane.”
“How do you know those things?” Anakin asked, startled. Only Jedi knew those things. They weren’t important, but they were things that Padawans did.
“Maybe I know more about the Jedi than you,” Omega said in a teasing tone. “Jealous?”
He laughed at the expression on Anakin’s face. “You look worried. And angry. Didn’t I suggest that you relax? You’d think you’d just gotten a reprimand from Rei Soffran.”
Rei Soffran was a revered Jedi Master and a teacher of the intermediate students. He was legendary at the Temple for his tough lectures. When you were called to Rei Soffran’s chamber, you knew your faults would be dissected and you’d be carved up like a roasted doisey bird.
But how did Omega know that?
Omega swung himself up on the table. He sat on the edge and faced Anakin, swinging his legs like a young boy. “Oh, come on, Anakin. You don’t need Obi-Wan. You don’t need the Council. Haven’t you figured that out yet? “
Anakin thought of his last mission on Andara. He had infiltrated a group of students who acted as a secret squad, hiring themselves out on missions throughout the galaxy. They chose what they wanted to do. They answered to no one but themselves. Before it all fell apart, he had admired them and maybe envied them. It had felt like freedom. It had made him think what he would be like without having a Master or the Council to tell him what to do. He had shoved those thoughts deep into his mind, like a dirty tunic in his utility bag.
Something must have changed in his face, for Omega’s eyes gleamed, becoming a sharp, clear blue. “You have figured that out.” He continued to study him. “But you can’t face it.”
Anakin shook his head. “That’s not true.”
Omega laughed. “I thought Jedi weren’t supposed to lie. You’ve got one foot on the dark path, Anakin. Are you sure you are meant to be a Jedi?”
“It’s all I’ve ever wanted,” Anakin said. The words came out without him wanting them to. They were in his head, as they always were.
“Yes, you were a special case,” Omega said. “I’ve heard the story. Chosen as a young boy. You were a slave, so of course you dreamed of a better life, a life you thought of as free. Welcome to reality, Anakin. Are you free?” Omega snorted. “If I held on to my dreams as a young boy, I’d be repairing starships for a living. I used to think that was exciting. How can you be so sure that your dream was the right one?”
“The dream is real because I am living it,” Anakin said.
“The dream,” Omega said softly, “was for opportunity and freedom and adventure. That is not the same thing. You began as a slave. Of course you dreamed of freedom. But you are not a boy now. You must know that the only thing that buys freedom in this life is wealth. I have it. I can give you more freedom than the Jedi can.”