[Jedi Quest] - 10(25)

The dark side of the Force was like a thick curtain Anakin couldn’t draw aside. It got in his mouth and eyes and felt as though it could slow his hands, stop his legs. Still, he kept on walking, kept on moving. There was nothing else to be done. They had to get to the end of it.

The creatures carved from stone that sat on the ledges took flight in shimmering images of fire and destruction. Tru ducked as one of them flew directly in his face, but the creature became nothing but particles of dust. Anakin saw Tru grip his lightsaber more tightly.

Tru’s lightsaber! He had forgotten to tell him to check the readout for the flux aperture! He had walked away, angry and hurt. Why hadn’t he remembered?

Had he wanted to forget?

He couldn’t do it now. If he did, the Masters would know that Tru’s lightsaber had broken and he hadn’t told Ry-Gaul. He would get himself and Tru in trouble. And Ferus probably had fixed it perfectly, the way he did everything else.

What you are and what you do mean nothing next to what we are and can do….

Thinking of Ferus made anger spurt through Anakin. It was something hard inside him. It filled him up. It felt natural, it felt right, to allow his anger to grow. Why had he tried to quell it? He had every right to feel it! Just feeling it now gave him strength.

Obi-Wan held up a hand. “Stop. Energy trap.”

Anakin could see nothing. Everything was dark except for the light from Obi-Wan’s lightsaber.

Obi-Wan spoke in a hushed tone. “Concentrations of dark power. They are capable of immobilizing a Jedi for a time.”

“I don’t see anything,” Ferus said.

“Look away, then look back. Use the Force,” Siri instructed.

Anakin looked away, then looked back. He caught the faintest shimmer of purple in the air. It appeared and disappeared. You could miss it if you blinked.

“I see it,” Darra said.

“There will be more,” Obi-Wan warned. “The Padawans must be very careful. You most likely won’t be able to escape alone. Stay close to your Masters.”

They moved forward, avoiding the trap.

The chuckle split the fetid air.

“I would expect no less of you, Obi-Wan.” The voice came out of nowhere. Mocking, sure of himself. Granta Omega.

Obi-Wan stopped.

Slowly, Omega walked out from behind a tomb, just meters ahead.

He tapped a finger on his utility belt. “Did you really think you could avoid a few traps and catch me?”

“Get back here, you fool,” Zan Arbor hissed, appearing behind him out of the darkness. “Why must you always talk to him?” In her blue shimmersilk, she looked as well-kept as ever, her blond hair piled in a profusion of neat braids on her head.

“Because I’m enjoying myself,” Omega said. His handsome face creased in a wide smile. He appeared utterly at home in the terrible tomb. “I have, let’s see - one, two, four, eight Jedi, all sent to capture little old me!”

“Are you forgetting I’m here, too?” Zan Arbor snapped. “Typical. I was a Jedi enemy before you were born, Granta.”

“My father was their enemy before me,” Omega said.

Xanatos. Omega’s father, the former Jedi who had tried to destroy Qui-Gon. Obi-Wan had told Anakin about him. His son maintained the same arrogance, the same cruelty, the same howling need to hurt the Jedi, to make them pay for everything they lacked themselves. Honor meant nothing to either Xanatos or Omega. Only power. Only revenge.

Zan Arbor waved a hand. “This isn’t a contest. I’m going on. Sith or no Sith, I can’t wait to get off this planet. Come along. He’s waiting for us. Come on,” she urged sharply. “He’ll take care of the Jedi - he promised us that. He’s about to give us everything we worked for. Resources. Secrets of the galaxy. Wealth. An army of our own, Granta!”

But Omega didn’t move. Here would come his downfall, Anakin thought suddenly. The reward he was about to receive meant nothing in the face of his personal revenge.

“I can take care of this,” Omega said. “With his help.”

“Can I remind you of something?” Zan Arbor exploded in exasperation. “You are not a Sith!”

“I have surprised you every step of the way, Obi-Wan,” Omega said, ignoring her. “And I didn’t even know the secrets of the dark side! Can you imagine what I’m capable of now, in this place, where the very walls are your enemy?”

Obi-Wan held his gaze. Anakin glanced at him. He saw that Obi-Wan had no desire to speak. In his gaze Anakin detected no anger, no response to Omega’s taunts. There was simply the grim will to get this done. There was no way Omega was leaving this tomb unless Obi-Wan led him out.