Qui-Gon saw the change in his face. “Are you ready?”
Obi-Wan nodded.
“Then come.” Qui-Gon stood. Obi-Wan found that his legs moved easily. The strange paralysis was gone.
“What are we going to do?” Obi-Wan asked.
“When your enemy strikes unexpectedly, things change,” Qui-Gon said. “But if your plan is good, there is no reason to abandon it.”
Tahl sent TooJay on an errand while Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan exchanged clothes with Garen and Ali-Alann.
“Your boots are too big,” Garen said, clomping around Tahl’s quarters.
“No, your boots are too small,” Obi-Wan said, wincing.
Qui-Gon and Tahl stood in a corner, speaking softly to Miro Daroon on the comlink. Their voices blended, interrupted, spoke rapidly and crisply as they conferred on strategy, deciding what Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan would say on the voice track.
When Tahl and Qui-Gon signed off, Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon went over what they would say several times. They would need to have the rhythm of natural conversation, Qui-Gon drilled into Obi-Wan. It was perfectly all right to hesitate or interrupt. But the information had to be
exact.
The conversation had to be recorded in the hallway. The noise level and ambient sound had to mimic the area where TooJay would overhear. Ali-Alann and Garen stood at opposite ends of the hallway, making sure no one would pass. They also served as lookouts for TooJay.
While these preparations were made, Obi-Wan felt a constant tightening inside himself. Thanks to Qui-Gon, he had driven out his fear. Now his task was to find his center. He was impatient to engage Bruck and Xanatos. Yet impatience was not an ally in battle. It was an enemy. Qui-Gon had drilled that into him many times. He tried to draw on Qui-Gon’s composure. The Jedi Knight seemed perfectly unhurried, yet Obi-Wan saw how quickly and surely he moved and spoke. In barely any time at all, everyone was clear on what had to be done and everyone was in position.
Qui-Gon activated the voice track. “We must talk, Obi-Wan. We must move fast. No doubt Xanatos has moved Bant from the water tunnels. We’ll begin the search in the north wing of the Temple. Did you get the infrared sensors?” “I have them here,” Obi-Wan replied. “Where will the other search teams be?”
“They’ll start at the high floor of the north wing while we begin at the lowest. We’ll meet in the middle and then shut down the wing completely and move onto the south wing. We’ll trap them eventually.”
“I don’t know why we have to leave Xanatos’ transport on the landing platform,” Obi-Wan protested. “Why should we give him what he wants?”
“Because he might be checking to be sure that we do. We can’t endanger Bant. Patience, Obi-Wan. Xanatos will never reach the transport.”
“I can’t help it,” Obi-Wan said fiercely, making his voice rise. “I want to fight them!”
Qui-Gon had directed Obi-Wan to seem impatient. He wanted Xanatos to think the boy was close to the edge of his control. It could give them an advantage in the coming battle if Xanatos underestimated Obi-Wan.
“You must have control,” Qui-Gon said sternly. “Now, as we search, remember that Miro will be shutting down the power system. We can’t run the risk of other systems failing while we search. Miro will have to shut down the system in order to run a program to find all the bugs.”
“Will we lose power completely?” Obi-Wan asked.
“Yes. Miro will have to shut down water systems, communications, power stations, and last of all, security. The turnoff will last for twelve minutes. Then Miro will turn the system back on, beginning with security. It’s a necessary risk. Now come. Let’s head for the north wing.” Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan walked off toward the lift tube. As soon as they turned the corner, Qui-Gon deactivated the voice track.
He handed it to Ali-Alann and Garen. In a few moments, Tahl would summon TooJay. Ali-Alann and Garen would impersonate Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan and transmit the conversation while TooJay was within earshot. This would give Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon time to position themselves to ambush Xanatos.
Qui-Gon was counting on the fact that Xanatos would be monitoring closely, since he would want to know if his demand would be met. Thanks to the transmitted conversation, he would think he had a clear field.
“You two must seem to follow through on the plan,” Qui-Gon directed Ali-Alann and Garen. “Start searching the north wing. Try to stay in ill-lighted areas, just in case Xanatos or Bruck checks to make sure.”
Ali-Alann and Garen nodded.
“And what am I to do, Qui-Gon?” Tahl asked softly.
“Your work is done, my friend,” Qui-Gon said. “Now it is up to me and Obi-Wan.”