Bant colored. “Thank you. My wish was to help the children.”
“As you did,” Qui-Gon said.
Obi-Wan felt a stab of jealousy and longing. The warmth in Qui-Gon’s eyes and voice was unmistakable.
Obi-Wan waited for the Council to notice him. It wasn’t as though he had rescued the children in order to win praise. But he couldn’t help feeling glad that he had been given an opportunity
to come to the aid of the Temple. At least the Council had seen a better side of him.
“As for you, Obi-Wan,” Mace Windu said, turning to him, “you are to be thanked for your rescue of the children. You showed quick thinking.”
Obi-Wan opened his mouth to answer with humility, as a Jedi should. But Mace Windu kept talking.
“However,” he continued, “you also showed that impulsiveness is your flaw. The same flaw that has led us to hesitate about your suitability to be a Jedi. You acted alone. You did not wait for help and direction. You could have endangered the children needlessly. The shaft could have broken free.”
“But I tested my weight, and I moved carefully. A - And help was not arriving -” Obi-Wan said, stuttering. He was stunned that the Council had found fault with him.
Mace Windu turned away. Obi-Wan’s own voice echoed in his ears, and he realized that he sounded as though he were stammering out excuses. Bant looked at him with compassion.
“Please do not interfere again,” Mace Windu said. “The Council will now discuss what is to be done about the shaft. We must close down the wing.”
Qui-Gon put his hand on Bant’s shoulder. The two followed the Council members from the lake.
Obi-Wan stood, watching them go. He did not think this day could get any worse. Now it had. In the eyes of the Council, he could do nothing right.
And in Qui-Gon’s eyes, he was worth nothing at all.
They were too hard on him, Qui-Gon thought as he left Bant and proceeded to his meeting with Yoda. Obi-Wan had acted impulsively, yes - but Qui-Gon would have done the same.
He couldn’t interfere with the Council’s admonishment, however. And he had come to trust their wisdom in such matters. No doubt it was better for Obi-Wan to reflect on his impulsiveness, since that was what led him to leave the path of the Jedi in the first place. Mace Windu, Yoda, and the Council always had a reason behind their severity. So although he wanted to stay with Obi-Wan, he had left him so that the boy could think about what Mace Windu had said.
Obi-Wan had taken a chance. No doubt about that. Qui-Gon’s steps faltered momentarily as he recalled how he felt when he arrived at the lake and realized that Obi-Wan was in the turbolift shaft. A deep sense of dread had pierced him. What if the shaft had broken free before the Masters had arrived? What if Obi-Wan had perished? Qui-Gon’s heart stopped at the thought.
His hurried pace resumed. He had learned much over the past weeks about how the heart could surprise you. He was beginning to realize just how intricate and deep the bonds were between him and his former Padawan.
But he must focus on the problem at hand. Whatever needed to be resolved must wait.
Yoda stood in the middle of the empty white space of the safe room in the central tower, where no surveillance could possibly penetrate.
“Confirmed it is by Miro Daroon,” he told Qui-Gon. “Sabotage it was. A timing device in the repulsorlift engines, and a bug in the central core that shut down the lift tubes and comm units in the area. Find this person we must, Qui-Gon. After the children now, he is. Strange I find it that Bruck could be involved in such a thing,” Yoda brooded.
“The last repulsorlift engine held,” Qui-Gon pointed out. “I do not think the turbolift was meant to fall.”
Yoda turned to him. “Taunting us, the intruder is? Endangering the lives of babies for a joke?”
“Or there is some other motive,” Qui-Gon said. “It’s not clear to me yet. At first I thought the petty thefts were designed strictly to irritate and tease. Now I wonder otherwise. The stolen items appear to have served various purposes. The toolbox from the servo-utility unit was most likely used to dismantle the repulsorlift engines. The teacher’s meditation robe was used for the intruder to travel about freely, especially in the early morning when most Knights meditate.”
“And the fourth year student’s sporting gear?” Yoda asked.
“No significance yet,” Qui-Gon said. “And then there are the stolen school records. Only students with names A through H. Bruck’s last name is Chun. I’m certain the records were stolen to conceal something about him.”
Yoda nodded. “Time it will take, to regather information. Something you do not know, Qui-Gon - a sensitive time for the Jedi this is. A secret mission for the Senate we have undertaken. Held in our Jedi treasury is a large shipment of vertex.”