How could Obi-Wan get rid of his anger when he knew of Omega’s satisfaction?
A silver streak in the sky told them that Yoda was arriving. They were on the lookout for it, and they hurried toward the landing site. The day had dawned gray and cold. A sudden dip in temperature had kept most beings inside. It was a lucky break. If Feeana’s security patrols didn’t have to worry about petty crime, it would be easier to keep them at their posts.
Yoda alighted from the cruiser. His gaze immediately went to Anakin.
“First, see it, I must.”
Anakin nodded. He knew immediately what Master Yoda was asking. Yoda wanted to see the place where Yaddle had died.
For long moments, Yoda stood underneath the spot where Yaddle’s life had ended. He leaned his head back as if to taste the air. He closed his eyes as if to feel the presence that still lingered. Obi-Wan imagined that he was saying a private, final good-bye to the friend he’d had for so long. He turned away, wanting to give Yoda the moment. Anakin’s gaze rested on the ground.
At last Yoda turned. “Ready, I am,” he said.
They headed back toward the command center. They found Swanny and Rorq waiting for them, sitting on the steps. They stood as the Jedi approached.
“Bad news,” Swanny said. “Decca and Omega have settled their feud. They’ve formed an alliance.”
“I was afraid of this,” Obi-Wan said.
“It gets worse. Now Omega has access to Decca’s fleet, and Decca has access to Omega’s weapons. They are planning an assault on the city.”
“We have no way to protect the city,” Obi-Wan told Yoda. “All we have are security patrols.”
“Then prevent the attack we must,” Yoda said. “The strengths they have are transports and weaponry? Then strengths we must attack.”
“I’m getting tired of saying that’s impossible,” Swanny said. “But this time, it really is. Decca just got a big shipment of fuel. It was part of the partnership deal - Omega supplied it. They just brought it below.”
“A shipment of fuel,” Obi-Wan murmured. “That might help us.”
Swanny looked at him, incredulous. “I don’t see how. But I have a feeling I will.”
“Keep the information about the alliance quiet for now,” Obi-Wan said. “If Feeana gets wind of this - “
“Uh, I think it might be too late,” Rorq said. He pointed to the distance, where Feeana was striding toward them, an angry look on her face.
“They have formed an alliance!” she exclaimed as she walked up.
“We know,” Obi-Wan said.
“And you are just standing here?” she demanded. “A suggestion, you have for us?” Yoda asked mildly.
She noticed him for the first time. “Who’s this?” “Jedi Master Yoda,” Obi-Wan said. “One of our most esteemed Masters.”
“Whatever,” Feeana said. “Maybe he can tell me what I should do when Omega and Decca attack my troops with transports and missile tubes?”
“Stop the attack before it starts, we will,” Yoda said. “How?” Feeana demanded. “If you expect me to cooperate, I need more to go on.”
“Just trust us,” Obi-Wan said. “We need you to patrol all the airlift tube exits. As soon as we have control belowground, we will contact you.”
“I guess I have no choice,” Feeana said.
“Choice, you always have,” Yoda told her. “But the best one this is.”
A struggle still on her face, Feeana strode away.
“Well, I guess we’ll just say good-bye and good luck,” Swanny said, beginning to head off. Obi-Wan caught him by his collar.
“Not so fast,” he said. “You’re coming with us.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Anakin was glad to go belowground. Being under the open sky where Yaddle had died had affected him. The sky had seemed to hang over him, pressing against his shoulder blades. Below in the tunnels, he felt safer.
Revenge was on his mind, and it frightened him. He hated Granta Omega, hated him with a burning rage that threatened to go out of control. He was grateful that Yoda had joined them. The presence of the great, perhaps the greatest, Jedi Master was as deep and huge as Anakin’s rage. Surely it would keep his anger in check. He would look to his Master and Yoda for the control he needed.
He knew that Yoda and Obi-Wan also felt anger and grief. He saw it in their eyes, felt it in the air around them, noted it in the way they moved and spoke. Yet they were not deflected from their mission. He had watched in awe as they exchanged information. Their shared glances told him that they had both come up with the same plan, at the same time. Yoda was obviously grief-stricken, yet he had traveled here to finish a job that Yaddle had begun, and he would let nothing stand in his way, not even his own sorrow.