The Day of Reckoning(5)
Suddenly, a friendly voice came from behind them. “You two need some seats? I’ve got plenty of room in my box.”
They looked over. A young man sat in one of the luxury floating boxes. It was still anchored to the side. His dark eyes beamed at them in a friendly way and his sandy hair was rumpled as though he passed his hands through it frequently.
“Care to join me?” he asked.
“Thank you. We’d be honored to accept,” Qui-Gon responded, stepping into the box. Without seeming to hurry, he motioned for Obi-Wan to do the same.
Obi-Wan eased into the box with the same swiftness. Their new companion pressed a lever, and the box suddenly detached from the floor and zoomed out into the center of the dome. “Thank you again,” Qui-Gon said politely. “It was hard for us to find a place to sit.”
“Sure.” Their rescuer gave them a shrewd look. “Especially when you’re being chased by security police. If you think you’re safe with me, you’re crazy.”
Chapter 3
The young man burst out laughing before they could respond. “Joke!” he cried. “If you ask me, the security police don’t have enough to do. We don’t have much of a crime problem here on Telos, so they run after you if you toss away a muja pit. Even innocent folks like me get stopped all the time. I ask you, do I look like a bad guy?” He shrugged and pointed to his chest, smiling.
“No,” Obi-Wan said politely, even though he had learned in his limited experience that evil came in many forms.
Their companion laughed again and turned to Qui-Gon. “Your companion lies well. That’s a good skill.”
“He did not lie,” Qui-Gon answered. “You don’t appear to be bad, it’s true. But neither do you appear to be good. Our acquaintance is too short to make such a judgment.”
Their rescuer looked from Qui-Gon to Obi-Wan, a delighted grin on his face. “Whoa, did I hit the jackpot. What a couple of smart guys. Do you know how to bet against the odds?”
“No,” Qui-Gon said with a smile. “We’re too smart for that.”
This time, their rescuer roared with laughter. “Joke! Do I know how to pick friends, I ask you? By the way, my name is Denetrus. You can call me Den.”
“Pleased to meet you,” Qui-Gon responded. “I am Qui-Gon Jinn and this is Obi-Wan Kenobi.”
“Tourists?”
“We’re here on business,” Qui-Gon answered.
“Lots of business here on Telos,” Den said. “I’m a tech worker, so I’ve been fired from the best of them.” He flashed them a cheerful grin.
“Have you ever worked for UniFy?” Qui-Gon asked.
“Sure, who hasn’t? They’re the biggest employer on Telos. They hire contract workers all the time. Is that why you’re here?”
“No,” Qui-Gon said carefully. “We just have a meeting there.”
Den nodded. “They’re a powerful company.” He waved his arm to indicate the giant screens around them that flashed images of the global parks and natural beauties of Telos. “UniFy is restoring our natural parks. Most of the proceeds from Katharsis are used for maintaining and preserving the land. The government set it up when the people protested our high taxes. Now we pay hardly any taxes at all. Katharsis saved us from that. Not to mention that it makes us all rich beyond our dreams.”
“But only if you win,” Qui-Gon pointed out.
“Oh, but all of us here plan to win,” Den said, lifting an ironic eyebrow. “Take me. I’m sure this is my lucky day.”
They turned toward the smaller center ring of the dome, where a platform was rising up through the floor into the air, creating a dais. A tall white-haired man stood on it, raising his arms to the crowd.
“That’s the treasurer of Telos, Vox Chun,” Den told them over the roar of the crowd.
A chill passed through Obi-Wan, and he exchanged a quick glance with Qui-Gon. Vox Chun was the father of the student who had fought with Obi-Wan and plunged to his death. Bruck Chun had been a Jedi student who had fallen under the influence of Xanatos. Obi-Wan had battled him, trying to save his friend Bant. Bruck had lost his balance and fallen. Obi-Wan had reached for him and grabbed empty air. The fall had broken Bruck’s neck. Obi-Wan closed his eyes, remembering the shock of that moment. When he opened them, Qui-Gon was looking at him with compassion.
“The games can’t begin without some big-head getting up and droning on about his own accomplishments,” Den continued. “It’s a good time to take a nap.”
Quickly, Obi-Wan returned his attention to the present. He did not mean to forget the past, but he could not let it distract him. “Welcome, Telosians and friends from the galaxy!” Vox Chun shouted. A roar answered him. He waited it out, smiling, then held up a hand. “Thanks to each one of you, the natural beauties of our beloved Telos are being preserved!”