The Day of Reckoning(6)
Another roar erupted, this one more deafening than the last. Music swelled from the speakers, and a message flashed against a stunning picture of steam eruptions along a glittering blue shore: katharsis protects our sacred spaces.
“If there is no winner today, at the next Katharsis the grand lottery prize will be the largest ever awarded on Telos!” Chun continued. He waited out the cheers and held up a hand. “In honor of this event, the first citizen of Telos will present the prize. Our great good friend, our most beloved benefactor, the most trusted man on Telos - Xanatos!”
Qui-Gon gave a start as the dome erupted in loud cheers. Den watched it all, his lips curving in the ironic smile he seemed to wear at all times. Spotlights played over the dome and then centered on a front floating box. A tall man stood and waved.
It was Xanatos.
Qui-Gon watched in disbelief as the crowd stamped its feet and thundered, “XANATOS, XANATOS!” over and over.
Qui-Gon had thought he’d prepared for any twist, any sudden reversal. He had not prepared for this. Xanatos was not in hiding. He didn’t need to be. It was obvious that he was loved by the people of Telos.
But why? Qui-Gon wondered. Xanatos had been a traitor. Less than ten years before, he had conspired with his father to drain the planet’s treasury. He had schemed to involve Telos in a needless, destructive war with a neighboring planet. The people must have been manipulated or lied to, for how could they ignore how he had schemed to plunge them into war?
He felt Obi-Wan stir by his side. The boy was just as shocked as he was. He admired how Obi-Wan kept his voice steady and his expression only mildly curious as he turned to Den.
“Who is this Xanatos?” he asked.
“Our most beloved benefactor,” Den mimicked, then shrugged. “He’s done a lot for Telos.”
“I think I’ve heard of his father, Crion,” Qui-Gon remarked casually. “Wasn’t he governor of Telos once?”
Den nodded. “He was involved in a scandal. His enemies claimed he was trying to start a war with a neighboring planet in order to enrich himself. But Xanatos investigated and proved it wasn’t true. Most Telosians consider both of them heroes.”
Den turned back to the central ring as Vox Chun entered a floating box and the first contest began. The contestants ringed the interior space of the dome. All of them rode swoops.
“The first game is called Obstacle,” Den explained. “Holograms of obstacles are hurtled at the swoops in an escalating pattern. The object is to avoid them - and the other contestants. It takes superior flying skills. Do you want to place a bet?”
Qui-Gon shook his head. “I think we’ll just watch for today, Den.”
“Just like I said before,” Den muttered, already placing his bet. “You guys are smart.”
Qui-Gon was startled at the ferocity of the contests. The crowd seemed happiest when the contestants were in great danger. When two swoops collided, a dark energy swirled inside the giant dome. When one contestant was carried out on a stretcher, the crowd screamed in delight. It was a disturbing event.
Telos had been a peaceful planet, renowned for its innovative tech industry and its interest in culture and the arts. Qui-Gon wondered what had happened. Had Katharsis changed them, or had their years of prosperity dulled their senses and made them long for more bloodthirsty, pulse-pounding pleasures?
Den seemed unmoved by the commotion around him. He carried a small datapad and entered numbers, constantly watching the odds. Qui-Gon could see he was a serious gambler, yet he placed very small bets.
At last a break was called. The third round of the contest consisted of a vibroblade duel as the contestants were strung from tension cords. The vibroblades did not cut but carried a small electrical charge. The duel had been a free-for-all. Three more contestants had dropped out. One had been seriously injured. The remaining group looked exhausted and drained. Yet after the break they would have to undergo another grueling set of contests.
“Hungry? We can head to the food stalls,” Den said, activating the floating box to return to the stadium platform.
“Thank you, but I think we’ll move on,” Qui-Gon said politely. “We must tend to our business. Can you direct us to UniFy?”
“You can’t miss it - just keep heading down the main boulevard. It’s on your left. Good luck,” Den told them.
They bowed and joined the sea of beings heading for the food stalls in the middle tier of the dome. The security police were nowhere in sight. Qui-Gon hoped they’d given up at last. As the crowd surged toward the tempting food, Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan headed toward the blue-lighted exit.