[Legacy of the Jedi] - 02(17)

From the opposite side of the corridor, Gorm the Dissolver strode toward them, fire shooting from the blasters in both hands. Adi and Qui-Gon kept constantly circling. Pilot had advanced out from his stateroom and joined the melee.

“Any ideas?” Adi muttered to Qui-Gon as she twirled, deflecting fire. The corridor was filled with smoke.

“Seems like a good time to escape,” Qui-Gon said. “How about the pod?”

An ominous clacking came to their ears. Droidekas suddenly rolled down the corridor, unfurling to their full, deadly length.

“The pod sounds good,” Adi replied.

Qui-Gon and Adi moved grimly forward.

Qui-Gon moved to the left, trying to get Gorm between him and the droidekas. But the two had excellent homing devices and moved accordingly. Gorm kept on a steady pace, thumping forward, blasting with a repeating rifle.

Qui-Gon saw that he had to end this. Between the droidekas and the bounty hunters, he saw a danger of being wounded or captured.

He surged forward, cutting off the leg of a droideka and almost getting clipped by blaster fire in the process. The droideka lost its center of balance and spun. Blaster fire peppered out in a random pattern, almost hitting Lunasa. She yelled and hit the ground, still firing at the Jedi. Raptor almost got in the way, and had to leap over Lunasa, placing himself between Gorm and the Jedi.

All this happened in just a few seconds.

Qui-Gon and Adi leaped through the door of the escape pod hatch. They accessed the door and tumbled inside. They could hear the bounty hunters pounding after them.

“The airlock!” Adi yelled.

Qui-Gon hit it. He quickly activated the prelaunch sequence. The door thudded with the impact of blaster bolts.

“Not a grenade, you idiot!” Lunasa shouted. “You could damage the - “

They never knew who the idiot had been, but the grenade exploded. At the same moment the escape pod shot out into space, rocking with the motion of the grenade blast. They heard shrapnel pepper the shell of the pod, but it did not damage any systems.

Qui-Gon took over the manual controls. He pushed the speed to maximum.

“That was close,” Adi said.

They had escaped. But where were they headed?





CHAPTER 12


With the ship in hyperspace, Obi-Wan and Siri were able to relax for the first time in days. Taly fell asleep curled up on a cushion in the cockpit. He was exhausted.

“At least the bounty hunter has a well-stocked galley,” Siri said in a low voice. “When Taly wakes up he can have a decent meal.”

“We should get some rest, too,” Obi-Wan said.

Siri went over to sit next to him on the cushioned seat in the cockpit. She hugged herself for a minute, hands on her elbows in an uncharacteristically nervous gesture.

“Obi-Wan? I just want to say thanks.”

“Thanks for what?” Obi-Wan asked.

“I could have put Magus on our tail by selling my crystal. He might not have known for sure we were alive. Or that we were close to Settlement Five.”

“We don’t know that.”

“I feel it. And I shouldn’t have done it. But thanks for not telling me that.”

“I admire you for what you did,” Obi-Wan said. “Taly needed to know that you’d take care of him. He was losing hope, and I didn’t see it. You did. It would be logical for Magus to go to Settlement Five to watch the boarding of the freighter. Even if he hadn’t found the vendor, he would have been there.”

Siri’s gaze was warm and amused. “You’re a terrible liar, Obi-Wan Kenobi. It’s one reason I like you so much.”

“Ah, so you like me,” Obi-Wan said lightly. “I thought I’d lost your good opinion.”

She leaned against him for a moment, nudging him, then swung away. “Don’t worry so much.”

Siri’s smile was so free of tension that it transformed her face. It was almost as though he had a glimpse of another Siri, a Siri without the engine that drove her, the need to excel, the stubbornness, the discipline. There was a Siri inside that Siri, someone he didn’t know very well at all.

Obi-Wan felt his cheeks heat up. He looked down at his hand, resting next to hers on the cushion. He knew the shape of her fingers, the texture of her skin almost as well as his own. He had to fight the urge to slip his hand over hers, wind his fingers around hers.

Obi-Wan stood quickly. He turned his head away to hide his flaming cheeks.

Siri stretched out on the cushioned bench. She grabbed a blanket and drew it over her. She closed her eyes. He could tell she wasn’t sleeping. Had he hurt her feelings by getting up so abruptly?

Obi-Wan had never worried about things like that before with Siri. Why was he so conscious of it now? Why was he so conscious of her?