[Jedi Quest] - 08(32)

In that split second Anakin made his calculations. He knew if they were hit with the nets, the paralyzing charges could hamper them. The nets would ensnare them, and every time they moved, sensors would deliver another paralyzing charge. Better to avoid them completely then slash away with their lightsabers. The nets wouldn’t stop them, but they would slow them down.

He stepped forward before the others could move. He held up a hand. He felt the Force in the room. Could he do it? He reached out with his mind, gathering in the Force. He thought of his lessons with Soara Antana. Everything in the prison became fluid to him. It was easy to move, easy to manipulate.

Using the Force, he flipped each of the nets backward and onto the guards.

The guards fell, shouting and kicking. Within moments, they were still, unwilling to cause another charge to jolt them.

The prisoners sent up a roar.

Suddenly, the prison wall began to glow. A red line appeared on the wall, moving upward quickly.

“The army must be outside,” Obi-Wan said. “They’re using laser artillery. Watch out… the wall is going to come down!”

They leaped backward as the entire entry wall suddenly fell with a crash, exposing the prison to the woods beyond.

Then they got the bad news. Outside was an entire battalion of soldiers.

“Surrender!” an amplified voice cried.

“Let us out!” one of the prisoners cried. “Let us fight!”

Obi-Wan leaped over and deactivated the energy fence. The prisoners rushed out, grabbing blaster rifles and stun batons from the fallen guards.

“We can do it. Just give us a chance.” A short Romin in a tattered tunic stood next to Obi-Wan, a blaster in his fist.

“We didn’t free you to see you slaughtered,” Obi-Wan said. “That’s an army out there. With grenade mortars and missile tubes.”

“Surrender or die!” the voice repeated.

Anakin looked at the prisoners. Their faces were grim. They were ready to face whatever came.

“Do what you want,” the prisoner said. “We’ve been inside too long. We won’t surrender.”

“We can win, Master,” Anakin urged.

“There has to be a weapons room,” Obi-Wan said rapidly to Anakin. “Go with Ferus. Bring back what you find.”

Anakin motioned to Ferus, and they leaped over the guards in the stun nets and ran down the hall. It wasn’t hard to find the weapons room. They found blaster rifles and more stun net launchers. The prisoners crowded in with them, quickly grabbing blaster rifles and stun batons. Anakin picked up a flamethrower. Then he and Ferus hurried back to Obi-Wan and Siri with the stun nets.

“They’re re-forming their battle line,” Obi-Wan said. “They want to risk as few soldiers as possible. These stun nets can come in handy. But they don’t have much range.”

“You wouldn’t have to worry about range from a swoop,” Ferus said. “There are some outside the front door.”

“You’ll get blasted into the sky if you stick a toe out there,” Obi-Wan said.

“Cover me,” Ferus said.

Anakin would have just run. But Ferus waited to get Siri’s nod. He dashed toward the front of the building.

“Anakin, use that flamethrower launcher,” Obi-Wan said. “Don’t hit the front line. Just keep it moving along so they back up. Try to drive them between those trees so that Ferus can drop the nets. Siri, come on.”

Anakin powered up the flamethrower while Siri and Obi-Wan ran out. The army began to fire. Using wrist rockets and small missiles, the army tried to advance, as Anakin concentrated the flamethrower on the center of the line.

Siri and Obi-Wan Force-jumped past the flames, aiming their lightsabers at the weapons the troops had left behind as they hurried to escape.

Ferus flew overhead, piloting the swoop with one hand on the bars, using his knees to steer. With astonishing speed, he activated the net launchers, one after the other, and tossed them over the front lines.

The soldiers fell, and the others behind were confused. They looked to their captain, but he had been diverted and was ordering the others to put out the fire that had started in the brush. Smoke began to roll over the soldiers, making them cough.

Obi-Wan looked back at the prisoners. He held up a hand. “Now!” he shouted.

With a cry, the prisoners surged forward. The Jedi had succeeded in confusing and disorienting the army. But it had not vanquished them. Mortar fire pounded and blaster fire shuddered. The Jedi moved, leading the charge, deflecting fire when they could and Force-pushing the troops away.

Anakin felt his blood pumping with the challenge of facing an army. He felt certain of victory, yet he also saw that it would be difficult. Obi-Wan had been right. What kind of a victory would they have if the prisoners were slaughtered? They were falling around him, no matter how quickly he moved, no matter how many missile launchers he took out. There were too few Jedi and too many weapons.