Kyp caught Luke’s attention. “I have something to bounce off you.” With a flick of his wrist and an exertion through the Force, he sent the ancient wheel soaring through the air toward Luke.
Luke somersaulted to the right and the wheel flew harmlessly over him. He came to his feet, igniting his lightsaber, as the wheel dropped to the landing pad surface and rolled nearly to the far edge of the roof before toppling and lying still. “Funny.” He advanced toward Kyp in mock menace. “Is this every Master for himself?”
Kyp shrugged and ignited his own lightsaber. “Might as well.”
Luke heard snap-hisses as the other Masters lit their weapons. This friendly exercise would be horribly dangerous to anyone but a Jedi Master, but all of those present were so in tune with the Force and one another that the odds of a mishap were, as usual, almost nil.
Luke charged Kyp but then, well outside lightsaber strike range, skidded to an abrupt halt. Kyp’s face had just enough time to register suspicion before Luke exerted himself through the Force, reaching upward to tree limbs that had grown out over the outpost. He yanked downward. A broad branch slapped down atop Kyp, bearing him to the landing pad surface and sending leaves swirling out all over the roof.
Kyp laughed and rolled free, coming up to his feet. “No fair.”
“Tactical superiority is never fair.’”
“I mean, getting leaves and bugs in my hair.”
Luke felt the approach of Cilghal from behind. He leapt up and backward, inverting as he flew, and blocked the Mon Cal Master’s strike with his blade in passing. He landed behind her. A few meters away, Saba Sebatyne and Corran Horn dueled, each adopting a traditional, formalized lightsaber posture-Saba using a lightsaber in each hand, Corran with his own weapon adjusted to its second setting, its blade now three meters in length and a brilliant Purple instead of its usual silver. Octa Ramis, who had supplied Saba with her second weapon, was content to stand off to one side, using the Force to hurl stones, plucked from the ground far below, through the tumult of practicing Masters. Kyle Katarn stood near her, watching all the others, practicing ritualized sword forms and waiting for an opponent to come open.
Kyp advanced against Luke again, striking at Luke’s ankles while Cilghal engaged the Grand Master’s blade. Luke danced over the low strike and put a foot into Cilghal’s torso, more of a push than a kick, before landing again. The Mon Cal staggered back a few steps, offering a nod of appreciation.
Kyp threw a succession of fast blows at Luke’s shoulders, occupying him while Cilghal recovered. “Actually, it’s a plan for a mission against Jacen. A capture-or-neutralize, “he said, his lightsaber flashing at Luke.
“Neutralize.” Luke frowned. He circled Kyp, trying to put him in the middle of their three-way exchange, but Cilghal paced him so that Luke remained in the center. “Meaning ‘kill.’ “
Kyp nodded, not repentant. “This isn’t a mission of assassination, Luke. But if the capture isn’t clean, if the choice is to run away and leave him in charge of the Alliance or finish him then and there …”
“Yeah.” Luke felt Cilghal’s approach behind him. He bent over backward, his lightsaber hand coming down on the landing pad surface to hold his upper body clear of it, and Cilghal’s lightsaber passed through where his waist would have been. Luke instantly straightened, catching her hilt with his free hand, and stepped away, her lightsaber now in his grip. He twirled one blade at each Master. “Go on.”
With an exasperated sigh, Cilghal stepped back and exerted herself toward Kyle. The man’s lightsaber leapt free from his grip and flew to Cilghal’s. Kyle offered no resistance. Cilghal caught it out of the air, called “Thank you, “and dashed toward Corran.
Kyp looked dubiously at Luke’s twin weapons and fell into a defensive posture. “The team will consist of one or two Masters, three or four Jedi Knights, and a native guide. They’ll approach the Senate Building through the undercity.” As Luke neared and began throwing probing attacks in quick succession, Kyp deflected them close to his body with equal speed and minimal movement. “When Jacen enters or leaves the building, they spring the trap. Coma gas and shock nets as the first wave, the Jedi making their direct assault immediately afterward.” He stopped to stare intently at Luke.
Luke felt the attack-the Force, propelling numerous small objects at him. He jumped back and brought up both lightsabers as a shower of old nuts and bolts came at him with missile speed. It was like defending himself against Yuuzhan Vong thud bugs for the first time in years, but the old skill was undiminished-he calculated which objects had a chance of hitting him and incinerated only them with his blades, letting the others fly harmlessly past.