[Jedi Quest] - 10(22)

Anakin kept going straight up. When he was high above the surface, he straightened out the airspeeder. The fire on both wings died out in the rush of air. Nobody said anything for a moment.

Then Obi-Wan cleared his throat.

“And now, for the hard part,” he said.





CHAPTER EIGHTEEN


They decided they could not risk flying over the valley. The Sith Lord had been a step ahead of them since they’d arrived on Korriban. He knew they were coming. They would just have to arrive in a way he didn’t expect.

They would walk in.

Anakin landed the now-battered speeder on a rocky mountain ledge, squeezing it between the mountain wall and a sheer drop. The Valley of the Dark Lords was a short distance down the mountainside.

They descended the cliffside, hiking quickly but conserving their energy for what lay ahead. The mountains were steep and crowded together like spiteful beasts, with cliffs pressing in from both sides. Occasionally boulders would crash down without warning, sending them leaping for safety. The extended dusk was still holding, but the light was gradually fading. The coming darkness was faintly tinged with red.

When at last they saw the Valley of Dark Lords ahead in the distance, their steps slowed and then stopped. The wave that came at them made them pause. It fractured the Force they felt around them, tore at it. They had expected to feel more of the dark side, but they hadn’t realized how concentrated it would be.

They knew the Sith tombs that inhabited the valley were designed to amplify dark energy. It was a physical presence that the Jedi could feel, pressing against their chests. It made them instinctively reach for their lightsaber hilts.

The wind picked up, grabbing at their cloaks with icy fingers. The red-tinged clouds collided, rolling across the sky with a new velocity. They were alone in the middle of a harsh landscape, and even the rocks had warned them to stay away. The sand seemed to suck at their footsteps and the wind was blowing them backward. The air tasted rank and spoiled.

Obi-Wan wanted to say something. There had to be a phrase to bolster them, to make them feel less marooned in this land of gloom and shadows.

It was Ry-Gaul who spoke.

“May the Force be with us.”

And, of course, it was this phrase that renewed them, the one they had spoken so many times - to each other, to their Padawans - the words that felt so comfortable in their mouths, the words that were more than words, that lived in their dreams.

They walked on.

They paused just outside the entrance to the valley. The cliffs were so close that they could not all stand in a row. Shelves of razor-sharp rock protruded from each cliff face in a staggered pattern, all the way to the top, so that a craft could not possibly maneuver to get inside. The rock shelves created deep shadows, gray shading into black.

Obi-Wan examined the sides of the entrance carefully. He could see no evidence of weapons or security measures. It seemed impossible to him that they could just walk in.

“There has to be a trap,” he said. “Madame Nu says that legend claims that the tombs were guarded by tuk’ata beasts. They were at the service of the Sith.”

“Tuk’ata?” Ferus asked.

“Gigantic creatures. Triple rows of teeth, six inch claws, and three horns,” Obi-Wan explained. “They can move on four legs or two, and have two winglike extensions - not functional wings, but poisonous stingers. Very fast.”

“Let’s see,” Darra said. “Stingers, claws, teeth, horns. My favorite kind of creature.”

“It’s a legend, remember?” Anakin said, trying to keep his voice light.

“I… don’t… think so,” Tru said, his eyes on the cliffs.

There, the shadows formed into beasts that slowly rose, stretching long necks and sniffing the air.

They were certainly tuk’ata, and they reared up - four, then six, then ten. Their cries seem to split the clouds open. Blood-tinged saliva dripped from their triple rows of teeth. With a flex of their powerful legs, they leaped down from ledge to ledge, and then made the final drop with ease, landing easily and rearing up once again on their hind legs in preparation to attack.

“Did I mention they can jump?” Obi-Wan asked.

The Jedi raised their lightsabers.





CHAPTER NINETEEN


The vicious tuk’ata moved at lightning speed. They did not have an attack strategy. They didn’t need one. They charged with flashing teeth and claws and whipping stingers.

Anakin jumped toward the lead tuk’ata. He wanted to be the first to bring one down. The beast whirled, its yellow eyes flat with menace. One massive claw swiped through the air. Anakin caught it with his lightsaber. The beast howled. He had only angered it.

He needed to hit a vulnerable spot. He saw Ferus and Siri attack a tuk’ata together, moving in rhythm. Perhaps he should have waited for his own Master, but with a quick look over his shoulder Anakin saw that Obi-Wan was occupied with two tuk’ata at once, while Ry-Gaul and Tru were racing to help.