“M-muja muffins,” Cerasi stammered nervously. She held out the package. “For breakfast. We go every morning.”
“Let me see.” The soldier opened the top of the package. Inside, Obi-Wan saw a row of muffins wrapped in napkins.
“What’s on your belts?” the other soldier asked. “Aren’t you a little old for toys?”
“We’re practicing for the army,” Nield answered. He lifted his chin. “We can’t wait to fight the filthy Melida.”
“What’s that?” the soldier pointed to Obi-Wan’s lightsaber.
Obi-Wan held it up and activated it. “The newest toy on Gala. My grandfather sells them over on Victory Street.”
The soldiers eyed it. “We never had toys like that when we were young,” the first said ruefully.
“In the next battle of Zehava, the Daan will prevail!” Obi-Wan answered, waving his lightsaber.
“We might be in the next battle of Zehava right now, so hurry along and take shelter,” the third soldier said gruffly. He handed Nield back his identity card and motioned for the other soldiers to do the same. “You may be fighting with real weapons before long.”
The three soldiers marched off, their corn-links crackling with reports of more attacks in the city.
“That was close,” Cerasi breathed. “I’m glad I brought those muja muffins. It gave us a reason to be on the street so early.”
“And I thought you brought them in case I was hungry,” Obi-Wan managed to tease. His heartbeat was returning to normal. He didn’t want to think about how Qui-Gon would have reacted if he had been captured by the Daan.
“That was a smart move, to activate that lightsaber and call it a toy,” Nield said to Obi-Wan. “Lucky for you they were too dumb to realize you were a Jedi.”
Cerasi eyed him. “I have a feeling Obi-Wan was ready to use it.”
Nield grinned broadly. “I have a feeling he can save us all.”
The three laughed together in relief. Obi-Wan felt a current run between himself and Cerasi and Nield. Even though he was still in danger, he had never felt so free.
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Qui-Gon sat in the shadows, watching the furious activity of the Young as they dashed in and out of the vault for supplies, then hurried out to return to the streets above.
Something had woken him before dawn, a soft flurry of movement. He had seen Obi-Wan leave with Cerasi and Nield. He had let his Padawan go.
It would have been easy to step forward and challenge Obi-Wan. Qui-Gon’s anger had surged, and he had wanted to confront the boy. Obi-Wan had no right to leave without permission. He had violated Qui-Gon’s trust. It was a small violation, but it stung.
He and Obi-Wan had not yet achieved the perfect mind-communion of the Master-Padawan relationship. They had merely taken a few steps on a long journey together. They occasionally had disagreements and misunderstandings. But
Obi-Wan had never deliberately concealed something from him before.
Obviously, Obi-Wan was afraid that Qui-Gon would not let him go. The boy was right; he would have forbidden it. Qui-Gon believed the Young sincerely wanted peace, but he wasn’t sure if they would follow through with their good intentions if they gained any sort of power. He saw much anger in them. Obi-Wan saw only passion.
At last Nield, Cerasi, and Obi-Wan returned. Qui-Gon let out a slow breath of relief. He had started to worry.
“Time for phase two,” Nield said as the three entered the vault. “We go for the weapon storage of both sides.”
“What about Tahl?” Qui-Gon asked.
“Cerasi will lead you to Tahl,” Nield said. “Deila?”
A tall, slender girl paused as she loaded more projectiles into pouches that hung from her belt. “Yes?”
“How’s it going on the Melida side?”
She grinned. “Chaos. They think the Daan are everywhere, even in their closets.”
“Good.” Nield turned back to Qui-Gon. “There should be enough confusion for you to slip through. Cerasi will bring you, but you’ll have to rescue Tahl on your own.”
“That’s fine,” Qui-Gon agreed. He didn’t want to put the girl in danger.
Obi-Wan didn’t meet his Master’s gaze as the two Jedi followed Cerasi into a narrow tunnel that led off the vault. Qui-Gon pushed his anger aside. He would not confront Obi-Wan about sneaking out. Not yet. He turned his mind to the task ahead. He had to focus on Tahl now.
Cerasi led them through a maze of tunnels until they came to a grate. Pale gray light filtered down.
“We are underneath the building where Tahl is being held,” she whispered. “This will lead you to a lower level of a military barracks. Tahl is being held in a room three doors to the right. There will be guards there, but probably not as many as there were before. Every soldier is needed on the streets.”