[Legacy of the Jedi] - 02(25)

“It would be hard.”

Siri’s gaze was cloudy. “It’s the only way. Or else we decide we turn away from this.”

Turn away? Obi-Wan couldn’t bear it when her fingers dropped from his sleeve. In a matter of hours he had come to realize that Siri was as necessary to him as breathing. She was part of him. She was his heart and his lungs and part of what kept him standing.

He swallowed. “I can’t turn away from this. I can’t let you go.”

Siri’s eyes filled with tears, and that was the worst thing of all.

“We’ll keep the secret, then? We’ll see each other when we can, how we can.”

Obi-Wan felt so dizzy. So full of relief at just being alive. So grateful that Siri was standing beside him. So full of joy that she loved him. But when he looked ahead, he saw deceit. Could he walk that path?

“We need to find Taly first,” Siri said. “End the mission. Then we can decide what to do.”

“Taly is the most important thing,” Obi-Wan agreed. Everything seemed against them, but strangely, he felt hopeful. They would find a way.





CHAPTER 17


The pilot left Adi and Qui-Gon off at the main spaceport on Rondai-2, telling them that the Jedi were “one amazing nova of a group.” He’d be happy to help them out anytime.

It was close to dawn. The sky was still dark, but was beginning to gray. Qui-Gon and Adi lost no time in hurrying to the meeting site. Their two-day journey had given them plenty of time to plan. The Ulta Center was an exclusive conference site that had been built specifically to host high-level corporate and diplomatic meetings.

The center took up a large compound in the city of Dal. On the journey Qui-Gon and Adi had done their research. The center boasted top-level security for the most private of meetings and retreats. They had their own landing platform on the roof where guests could arrive in secret. No one was allowed inside unless he or she was a guest. It was necessary to reserve rooms months in advance, and guests from different groups did not ever see each other, as there were separate wings for each meeting. Every guest had to undergo a high-level security check. There was no way that Qui-Gon and Adi could simply stroll in.

“Any ideas?” Adi asked. “We have to get in so we can figure out the plan of attack. We don’t want to advertise the fact that we’re Jedi. Better if the bounty hunters don’t know we tailed them here.”

Qui-Gon glanced around. “That cafc is just opening. It’s a fine morning to sit outside.”

Adi looked exasperated. “Surely we have better things to do.” She scanned the area for a moment. “Oh, I see. We can conduct surveillance from there. Is that your purpose?”

“It is,” Qui-Gon said. “And I’m thirsty.”

Adi raised an eyebrow instead of smiling, but he was used to that.

They ordered a pot of Tarine tea and sat at a table outside. The chill in the air began to lessen as the sun began to rise. The Rondais began to emerge from their homes and go off to work. They walked past, some with purpose, some enjoying the morning. Several stopped in at the cafc. It seemed to be a popular morning spot. Qui-Gon was glad of the company. It would conceal them more effectively. Rondai-2 was a cosmopolitan world with many visitors. No one gave them a second glance.

Everything here was mild - the weather, which never dipped to freezing; the landscape, which had no high mountains, only rolling hills; and the tempo of the cities, which was busy, but not frenzied. Everything at the conference center had been designed to conceal its high security and make it blend in with its pleasant surroundings.

A security wall curved around the conference center. The entrance was staffed with two security guards. The wall was softened by fountains that flowed invisibly from the top and splashed down in a continuous, musical stream to a long pool that served as a moat around the curving structure. Colored lights that were concealed underwater presented a constantly changing array of soft blues and violets. In front of the pool, flowering shrubs massed in the same colors, shading to deep purple and navy.

The conference center behind the wall was built in a radial design, with wings that extended from a central lobby like outflung arms. It was faced in durasteel that had been buffed to a medium blue. In sunlight, Qui-Gon thought, it would blend with the sky. It was a building that tried to make itself as invisible as it could.

Airspeeders and air taxis floated by. The pace was beginning to quicken. Still, these were the early morning workers, the ones who went to work when the sky was still dark.

“Security traps in the wall,” Adi murmured. “Motion sensors at the gate. Iris scans for guests. It won’t be easy to launch an attack here.”