They balanced for a moment on the side of the sliding ship. They looked into each other’s eyes. They gauged the speed and knew the jump would be hard. They called on the Force and leaped.
The Force helped them. They timed the leap high and wide so that they would be able to slow their descent. Still, the shock of the ground radiated up through their knees, and they rolled across the duracrete, putting as much distance between themselves and the ship as they could.
Ahead of them, the ship exploded.
They turned away from the blast, covering their heads. Molten metal rained down. Obi-Wan felt a piece sear his shoulder.
They slumped together, hardly daring to believe that they were still alive.
A tall being with arms almost to the ground came running. Obi-Wan recognized the being he’d seen shaking his fist at them. “What do you think you’re doing?” the being yelled.
Siri and Obi-Wan stared at him.
“Surviving?” Siri said.
She giggled. Obi-Wan had never heard her giggle before. The relief flooded him. They were alive. They were alive. He began to laugh. They laughed and laughed, holding each other as they lay on the duracrete platform.
“Somebody’s going to pay for this,” the spaceport manager said, and they only laughed harder.
Obi-Wan waited for Siri in the hangar. They had separated in order to clean up. He had given the furious spaceport manager the registry number of the crashed ship, as well as Magus’s name. Obi-Wan had no doubt that the spaceport manager would track him down somehow and demand payment for the damage.
Siri strode toward him, her hair wet and tucked behind her ears. “What now?” she asked as she came up.
“I found a pilot who will take us to Rondai-Two,” Obi-Wan said. “She said that anybody who survived that crash deserves some help. It’s a sublight cruiser. We leave in a few minutes. We could be landing by midday. “
Siri nodded. “Nice to have some good news at last.”
“We’ve got to get to Taly.”
Siri’s gaze clouded. “If he’s still alive. Those pirates are going to turn him over to the bounty hunters for the reward.”
“I feel that he’s alive. We almost didn’t make it ourselves.”
“I know.”
“But now that we have…”
Neither of them spoke for a moment. All around them, workers pushed through the hangar. But to Siri and Obi-Wan, it was as if no one else was there. They just looked at each other, remembering what they’d confessed on the ship. They tested it. Was it a result of circumstance, of being so close to death?
No. It was real. It was still between them.
“What do we do?” Siri asked. “What we feel… it’s forbidden.”
“But we can’t just stop,” Obi-Wan said. “We almost died. That could happen at any time, on any mission. I understand that. I accept it. But I won’t accept going on without being together.”
Siri swallowed. “What are you saying, Obi-Wan? We’re Jedi. We can’t be together. Attachment is not our way.”
“Why?” Obi-Wan burst out. “It doesn’t have to be that way. Rules can change. The Council can change the rules, they can find a way for us. We can still be Jedi and still…”
“.. love each other,” Siri finished softly. “Let’s name it. Let’s not avoid saying what we know.”
She reached out and touched his sleeve. “You know and I know that they won’t change the rules for us. The Jedi Order doesn’t work that way. The rules are there for reasons that go back thousands of years.”
“All the more reason to change them,” Obi-Wan said. “We could wait a few years, until we are Masters. Then we could be a team. We could go on missions together!”
Siri’s eyes sparkled. “We would be such a great team.” Then her gaze dimmed. “They won’t allow it. And I won’t let you leave the Jedi. I know what it cost you last time.”
“I don’t want to leave the Jedi. And I know you couldn’t.”
“It’s everything to me,” Siri said. “It’s part of me. It’s home.” Her voice was soft. “But so are you.”
“We’ll just have to keep this secret.” Even as he said it, Obi-Wan felt his heart fall. Keep a secret from Qui-Gon? Could he do that?
He’s kept secrets from me.
But he was the Master. He had that right. Obi-Wan dismissed the thought. He knew it was born in the resentment he felt against anything that stood between him and what he wanted. It wasn’t fair to blame Qui-Gon.
He could dismiss his resentment easily. What he could not dismiss was the awful feeling of concealing his heart from Qui-Gon.