[Republic Commando] - 02(149)
“Yes.”
“Just yes?”
“Ummm … I think it is.”
“Good.” He resisted the urge to interfere. “I have a question for you. I need to get hold of Jinart. How would I do that?”
“Easy. She’s a spy. She monitors the GAR troop movements to and from Qiilura. I can put a message in the logistics system that will get her attention. Something subtle. Give me a time and place, and leave the rest to me.”
Skirata had to smile. Almost everything was easy for Ordo. “Back to the barracks then.”
“I have a question for you, too, Kal’buir:”
“Okay.”
“Is it true what Etain said? Did your sons disown you because you stayed on Kamino with us?”
Ordo wasn’t stupid and he wasn’t deaf. Skirata’s family shame was the .one thing he never wanted any of them to know about, and not only because it might make them feel guilty. He didn’t want them to fear he might abandon them with equal ease.
“It’s true, Ord ‘ ika.”
“Why would you even think of paying such a terrible price for us?”
“Because you needed me. And I never regretted it for a second. My relationship with my … former family was as good as dead before you were even thought of. Don’t you ever give it a second thought, because I’d do it again in a heartbeat. No question.”
“But I wish we had known.”
Do I have the right to keep another secret, then? “I’m sorry.”
“So apart from Darman’s unborn son, is there anything else you keep from us?”
He’d heard him arguing with Etain, then. Skirata felt the most agonizing shame he had ever experienced in his life. His whole existence now rested on the absolute trust between him and his clone family. He couldn’t bear to lose that.
“So you know what I’m going to ask of Jinart, then. I heard the news when you did, Ord’ika. And no, there is nothing else. I swore I would never lie to you, and I never have.” Skirata pointed to Ordo’s matched blasters. “If I ever do, I’d rather you used those on me. Because being there for you was the only decent thing I ever did in my life. Understand?”
Ordo just stared at him. Skirata put both hands up on his shoulders and stood there in silence.
“Okay, son, tell me what I should do about Darman, and I’ll do it.”
Ordo still had that look of blank appraisal, the expression he adopted when dismantling a new and fascinating puzzle. “I don’t think the time is right. We have to do what’s best for our brothers.”
It was the pragmatic thing to do. Skirata fastened his jacket and checked that his knife was in place, his ritual for leaving any building and walking out into the unknown night.
“Agreed, Ord’ika. Now all I need to do is have a little chat with General Zey.”
Arca Company Barracks, Special Forces HQ, Coruscant, 395 days after Geonosis
It was an op order-an operational order-like many others they had been given. Niner glanced at the datapad and shrugged.
“Well, that’ll be interesting,” he said. “Never worked with the Galactic Marines before.”
Skirata sat on the table in the briefing room, swinging his legs. Delta Squad had left that morning to prepare the battlefield-a nice military understatement for going ahead of the main assault and sabotaging strategic targets-on Skuumaa. Omega had drawn the slightly longer straw and had a similar task to carry out for the Marines.
“Everyone okay?” The question was directed at Darman as much as anybody. “Any questions?”
“No, Sarge.” Fi sounded a little subdued. Atin actually seemed more cheerful than Fi did, which was an interesting reversal of attitudes. “It’ll be nice to see Commander Gett again.”
“Gett wants you embarked in Fearless by oh-seven hundred tomorrow. So if there’s anything you want to do, do it today.” Skirata reached in his jacket pocket, took out four high denomination credit chips, and passed them around. “Go on. You know your way around the interesting bits of Coruscant now. It’ll be a few months before you’re back here.”
“Thanks, Sarge.” Atin stood up to leave. “You’ll still be here when we get back today?”
“I always see you off, don’t I?”
“Yeah, Sarge. You do.”
Fi took his chip and pressed it back into Skirata’s hand. “Thanks. I’ve got to do some calibration on my HUD. I’ll stick around the barracks today.”
“He’s gone all sober,” Niner said. “Don’t know what’s come over him.”
“I’m an unsung hero,” said Fi. “I’ve got my public image to protect.”