It seemed that his destiny was to be a farmer, not a warrior or a peacekeeper.
Obi-Wan had thought he had begun to accept this, but it was hard. He couldn’t help but feel a different path was his destiny.
Obviously, Qui-Gon didn’t think so. Although Obi-Wan had saved the Jedi Knight’s life, Qui-Gon acted as though Obi-Wan had merely done him a friendly gesture, like helping him fix a broken lock. Obi-Wan’s loyalty and dedication were received by Qui-Gon with polite acceptance, nothing more.
Qui-Gon turned slightly, and Obi-Wan studied his profile. The Jedi Knight’s worry and preoccupation filled the room along with the growing light. It had begun after Qui-Gon had received the note. Qui-Gon had passed it off as a greeting from an old acquaintance. But Obi-Wan didn’t believe him.
Still gazing out the window, Qui-Gon suddenly spoke. “You should dress. It’s almost time for the meeting.”
Obi-Wan sighed as he threw back the light blanket. He hadn’t moved one muscle, yet Qui-Gon had known he was awake. The Jedi Knight was always at least two steps ahead of him.
Why didn’t Qui-Gon tell him what was wrong? Was it the message, or was Qui-Gon tired of Obi-Wan?
Obi-Wan wanted to blurt out the question. But one of the Jedi’s most serious rules was not to cross-examine a Master. Truth can hold great power. Therefore the decision to share it must be weighed. Only the Master could decide on revelation or concealment, according to the greater good.
For once, Obi-Wan was glad of a rule that restrained him. He was afraid of the answer to the question he wanted to ask.
Obi-Wan followed Qui-Gon into the governor’s receiving room. He was surprised and encouraged that qui-Gon has invited him to the meeting. Perhaps it meant the Jedi was reconsidering whether to take him on as an apprentice after all.
Obi-Wan was expecting a lavish chamber, but there was only a circle of cushions on a bare stone floor. Bandomeer could not afford to impress guest.
SonTag, the governor of Bandomeer, entered the room. Her silver hair was cropped in tufts in the Meerian style.
Her dark gaze calmly rested on the Jedi. Like all Meerians, she was small. Obi-Wan towered over her. The Meerians’ small stature made them great miners.
She held out both hands, palms up, in the Meerian way. Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan repeated her gesture.
“Greetings and welcome,” she said softly. She indicated the younger woman to her left. The younger woman’s cropped hair was also pale silver, and her silver eyes blazed at them across the room. Although she was standing quietly, her energy seemed to send a vibration through the air. “This is VeerTa. She is the leader of the Home Planet Mine.”
The Jedi greeted VeerTa in the same fashion. They had been briefed about her.
She was fierce patriot who had been instrumental in forming the Home Planet Party. The party goal was to replant the once fertile fields of Bandomeer, as well as control its resources. The first step was to end dependence on off-planet corporations for financial support. To that end, VeerTa had gone into partnership with the Arconans in the cooperative mine.
SonTag indicated the cushions that the Jedi should sit on and took her own seat.
Slowly, SonTag and VeerTa’s cushions rose in the air so that they were at eye level with Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan.
“I’ve asked VeerTa to join us today because we are both confused by your presence,’ SonTag began. “Although we welcome you, we must admit we are surprised. We understand that the Agri-Corps has requested help. But we did not.”
Qui-Gon looked startled. “But the Temple received an official request from the government of Bandomeer for a Guardian of Peace. I have the documentation.”
“I’m sure you do,” SonTag said firmly. “But I did not send it.”
“This is very strange,” Qui-Gon murmured.
“Nevertheless, we are glad you are here,” VeerTa said crisply. “we have our doubts that Offworld Corporation will allow us to operate freely. Let us just say that they corporation has a history of making competition disappear.”
“I’ve seen how they operate firsthand,” Qui-Gon responded. “I have to agree.”
Qui-Gon’s voice was neutral, but Obi-Wan knew how deeply the Jedi disapproved of Offworld practices. On the journey to Bandomeer, Obi-Wan had been shocked at how openly Offworld used intimidation, treats and outright violence to keep control of their employees. Jemba the Hutt had deprived a groups of Arconans of the precious substance that kept them alive. He offered a brutal choice: to work for Offworld, or die. He had even laughed in their faces as they grew too weak to move.
“Then you’ll understand why we’d like to have a Jedi representative at our first meeting with Offworld,” VeerTa said. “Your presence will ensure that everyone plays fair.”