[Legacy of the Jedi] - 02(20)

“We acquired the tiniest bits of information,” Qui-Gon said. “But with this last one, we might be able to put the puzzle together.”

“M-T-G,” Adi said. “A meeting.”

“Exactly. So we can assume that all twenty targets will be present.”

“Twenty planetary leaders at one meeting,” Adi mused. “That could be any morning at the Senate. How can we possibly pin it down?”

“I don’t think the meeting is at the Senate,” Qui-Gon said. “Remember that Raptor said if he cancelled the mission, he’d head back to the Core? If the mission was on Coruscant, that wouldn’t make sense.” Qui-Gon glanced up at the display monitor overhead. “Interference is cleared. We can contact the Temple.”

He reached for his comlink. “Let’s find out what Jocasta Nu has to say.” Qui-Gon quickly contacted her. Her crisp voice greeted him in seconds.

“Qui-Gon, it’s about time you contacted the Temple.” Jocasta Nu’s tone never failed to make Qui-Gon feel like a disobedient student. “Are you aware that your Padawan has sent a distress signal from deep space?”

“No.” Qui-Gon exchanged a worried glance with Adi. “From where?”

“It is not my job to interpret distress signals,” Madame

Nu said huffily. “However, from what I understand, the signal was sent from hyperspace. We have been unable to track whatever ship it was sent from. It’s not a registered ship.”

“They aren’t on the freighter,” Qui-Gon said to Adi worriedly.

“Now, I suggest you tell me why you are contacting me.”

“Adi Gallia and I are on the trail of a team of bounty hunters that are headed by a leader named Magus. They are set to assassinate twenty planetary leaders at a meeting.”

“Twenty! That’s rather ambitious.”

“They are five very capable assassins. Do you have any background on Magus?”

“Magus… I know that name. One moment.” Qui-Gon waited, knowing that Madame Nu was accessing her vast store of knowledge. All Jedi had access to the Archives, but Madame Nu had a gift for interpreting unrelated facts, as well as an unbelievable memory for names. Once she heard a name, she never forgot it. “Yes, Magus has done work for the Corporate Alliance in the past. Nothing illegal. But we suspect him of being a secret assassin. If you could confirm that, we could put him on the Galactic Apprehend List.”

The Corporate Alliance! Of course. With the devious Passel Argente as Alliance Magistrate, the organization had changed from one that promoted good business relations to one that used trickery and intimidation to extend its power. But would they go so far as to back an assassination plot?

“I should be able to confirm that very soon. Now can you check on interplanetary meetings within the next five days?”

“Master Qui-Gon Jinn,” Jocasta Nu said in her firmest voice, “are you aware how many interplanetary meetings there are every day in the galaxy? Hundreds, at least. Why, on Coruscant alone…”

“You can exclude Coruscant. And any planets in the Core. Let’s start with any meeting that would concern the Corporate Alliance. And… my guess is it will take place in some sort of high-security location. Somewhere so safe that the leaders will forgo their usual security measures.”

“All right, then. That helps. Somewhat.” Qui-Gon could picture Madame Nu’s thin-lipped frown. “Let’s start with the treaty database… yes. Hmm. No, that wouldn’t… perhaps… no. No, no, maybe? Let me try… wait… this is a possibility. Yes, yes, I think this is definitely a solid possibility. It’s not an official meeting - not recorded, but we pick up things here and there. It’s hard to keep a high-level meeting completely secret. Twenty planetary leaders, all heads of the largest worlds in their systems. They have various grievances against the Corporate Alliance and are considering a twenty-systemwide ban against conducting any business in the Alliance. They are trying to pressure Passel Argente, I imagine.”

“He wouldn’t like that,” Qui-Gon said.

“No, indeed. He’s a bully, and bullies can get nasty about such things. It would severely curtail the Alliance’s power in a fairly large sector. Not to mention that it would send a message to other systems trying to resist Argente’s strong-arm tactics that they can take action themselves. You see, the Senate has not been able to control these groups - like the Trade Association, and the Techno union       - we’ve been having a great deal of trouble with them lately - “

“Yes, I understand,” Qui-Gon interrupted. He didn’t have time for Madame Nu’s summary of the bureaucratic problems of the Senate, no matter how insightful. “Where is the meeting to take place?”