“I’m sure,” said Jacen. “Procurement and I need to get a few things straight between us.”
Lekauf grinned. “You show ‘em, sir.”
Something told Jacen that it was more important to “show ‘em” than he could ever imagine.
And that voicehe listened to it.
THE SKYWALKERS’ APARTMENT, CORUSCANT
Luke looked at his hands, right then left. One was prosthetic, and one was flesh, and had been touched by someone he was beginning to think of as his nemesis.
Lumiya.
In the middle of a battle, he’d had the chance to kill her, and they’d ended up touching hands in a gesture that between normal people might have been considered reconciliation.
I said I didn’t want to kill her.
Luke Skywalker had never wanted to kill anyone. Sometimes it happened, though. He stood up and took the shoto out of his belt, the short lightsaber that he felt he needed to deal with Lumiya and her lightwhip.
What’s happening? What does she want?
She’d never been one to play mind games like Vergere. She was a soldier: a pilot, an intelligence agent, a fighter. He’d yet to put the pieces together, but she was connected to Jacen’s slide into darkness in some way.
Luke made a few idle practice passes with the shoto and tried to visualize what might happen if he ran into Lumiya again. Then he wondered what he’d have done at nineteen, and he knew he wouldn’t have thought about it too much. He wanted things to be that clear again.
The doors to the apartment opened, and he heard Mara and Ben talking. Relief flooded him. He laid the shoto on the table and every rehearsed line of warning and disapproval vanished, replaced by a simple need to grab his only son and crush him in a hug.
Ben stood rooted to the spot and submitted to it. Mara gave Luke a warning with a raised eyebrow, but he wasn’t planning to scold Ben.
“I’m glad you’re safe,” Luke said. “But if anything I did made you go off like that, we need to talk about it.”
Ben looked at Mara as if seeking a cue to explain. “I was working. I was on a mission, that’s all.”
Jacen, you liar. You said he resented the fact that I stopped him being your apprentice.
Only Jacen wouldcouldsend him on a mission.
Luke considered casually asking Ben who’d sent him, but he knew anyway, and he didn’t want to descend to tricking his own son into giving him information or putting him on the spot about Jacen. He didn’t need any more proof that his nephew wasn’t going to turn back to the light without some substantial help. It was help that Han and Leia couldn’t give. It was beyond the Jedi Council, too.
This was family trouble. He’d sort it out, with or without Mara.
“Comlink silence?” he asked.
“Yes, Dad. Sorry.” Ben might have been surprised by the hug, but he hadn’t recoiled, either. “I can’t discuss it. You understand, don’t you?”
“Of course I do, son.” And I bet I know who told you not to. “I really hoped you weren’t going to stay in the GAG.”
“I’m good at that kind of work.”
“I know.”
“I can’t ever be a good little academy Jedi now, Dad. I have to see this through. We’ve had this argument before, haven’t we?” Ben’s tone was regretful, not a whiny teenager’s protest about his parents’ unfairness. It was sobering to see him growing up so fast. Growing up? No, aging. “There’s a war going on, and once you’ve served, you know you can’t walk away from it and sit it out while your … while your friends risk their lives.”
“Luke …” Mara’s tone was reproachful, with that slightly nasal edge that said she wanted Luke to stop. “Is this really the time for all that?”
He ignored her. “I understand, Ben. I do. But the GAG isn’t the place you should be.”
“Isn’t it?”
“It’s not the way the government should deal with dissent.”
“Then that’s why I should stay in,” Ben said quietly. “If it’s a bad organization, then it needs good people to stay in it and change it from the inside, and not abandon it to the bad guys. And if it’s a good organization, then all you’re really upset about is my safety, and I can handle that better than you think. You wanted me to be a Jedi. I’m beings Jedi.”
Ben’s logic and moral reasoning were impeccable. “You have a point.”
“So am I a good person, Dad? Or do you think I’ve gone bad like you think the GAG has?”
It was a question Luke had never wanted to consider. What was a bad person? Most people who did evil things were neither good nor bad, just fallible mortals; the only truly irredeemable being he’d ever known was Palpatine. And presumably even Palpatine had once been a little boy, never dreaming he would be responsible for the deaths of billions and savoring his power.