“Your death will be painless, Master Yaddle,” Omega said. “I’ll give you that. I’m not interested in giving you pain. Anakin will bring the news back to Obi-Wan. It will soon be known around the galaxy.”
“And the bioweapon?” Yaddle asked.
“That’s my insurance that I will get off-planet,” Omega said. “With my soldiers, with my equipment, with my wealth, with my records. But The One Below will remain below. I will seal your legend, Master Yaddle.”
The One Below will remain below…
Omega would have revenge on Anakin as well. Anakin would have to live knowing he had caused Yaddle’s death.
“So what do you - ” Omega started.
The movement was so sudden and so fast that even Anakin couldn’t track it. Yaddle’s lightsaber was activated without him seeing her move so much as a finger. She used it in a surgical strike at his wrists. He did not have time to flinch, which was lucky, because she could easily have cut off his hands. Anakin felt only a flash of heat, as though he’d touched something hot and then pulled his hand away.
The cuffs clattered to the floor.
The cuffs, falling…
That was in his vision, too! But the cuffs hadn’t been on Shmi. They had nothing to do with Shmi. Obi-Wan and Yoda had been right.
“Launch it!” Omega screamed, then turned to Yaddle and added, “You have just ensured the deaths of thousands.”
Anakin realized in a flash that Omega must have had an open channel on his comlink. That had been an order. He heard the rush of air in the tube.
He only saw the flash of the hem of Yaddle’s robe as she Force-jumped toward the airlift tube. She pressed the maximum eject button with the hilt of her lightsaber as she passed. She burst into the airlift tube and shot upward like a blast from a laser cannon.
Omega was too stunned to move. Anakin didn’t hesitate. He jumped after Yaddle into the tube, pressing the maximum eject button as well.
The velocity was incredible. He shot upward to the surface so fast he lost his breath and his ears protested with a scream of pain. He shot out into a night sky that glittered with stars. The lights of the city were a blur as he passed them. He started to fall back down, the wind whistling past his ears. Only the Force saved him from an extremely bumpy landing. He called on it to slow his descent but still he landed hard, bending his knees and rolling with the impact.
He lay on his back, still dizzy, trying to catch his breath. Yaddle had not landed. He felt the Force so strongly it served to yank him to his feet. Again, it was like a physical presence to him, as though he could feel it on his skin and even in the roots of his hair.
Yaddle hung above him, above the tallest building of Naatan, the Force holding her temporarily aloft. She held a silver canister against her chest.
She was high above, but he heard her voice clearly. It was in his head, he realized.
If you lose your anger, find you it will. Embrace it and disappear it will. Chosen, you may be. But for what? Your question to answer, it is.
He barely registered her words. A terrible certainty was growing. And then everything was suddenly clear to Anakin, as clear as the hard-edged stars. He realized what Yaddle was about to do.
“No!” he shouted. But he could already feel it. Yaddle was drawing in the great net of the Force she had created, drawing it around her so tightly and fiercely and strongly that Anakin fell to his knees. He had never felt the Force move like this. He couldn’t speak or move.
From far below, Granta detonated the explosives.
Anakin heard a sharp pop, nothing more. The Force grew until Anakin was dazzled. Instead of exploding, the canister imploded, and Yaddle drew the toxic gas and the explosive power in, absorbing it into her body.
Then she simply disappeared. A shower of light particles swirled, hung in the air, then evaporated.
Anakin’s face was wet. Tears flowed and he did not feel them. The night sky was empty, and Jedi Master Yaddle was dead.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Anakin sat, staring at the ground. He did not feel time passing. Somewhere in his mind he knew he should find a comlink, find a way to contact Obi-Wan, but the thought was distant and he did not pursue it.
Yaddle was dead. He knew it, but he couldn’t grasp it. A member of the Jedi Council, a wise being so practiced in the Force that she was a legend. A being whose strength and wisdom the Jedi needed in these times. She had sacrificed herself for him. Because he had seen a thermal detonator too late. Because he had been captured. Because he had been tricked. A chain of events had brought him to this moment. At any time he could have changed his course. Instead he had blundered on.
She had saved him first, then gone after the bomb.