As they moved, Obi-Wan flung open door after door. They swung outward, helping to block blaster fire. The soldiers kept up a steady stream of fire, but Cerasi loaded and shot laserballs just as fast, and the soldiers were convinced they were under attack.
Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan reached the safety of the storage room. Cerasi dashed forward.
“Hurry,” she urged. “I’m running low.”
She continued shooting as Obi-Wan slid back the grate and Qui-Gon climbed down one-handed, Tahl hugging his neck.
“Now! “Obi-Wan yelled.
Cerasi hurried down after Qui-Gon. Obi-Wan followed, setting the grate back in place.
“Thank you, Cerasi.” Qui-Gon spoke quietly.
“We could not have done this without your bravery.”
“Obi-Wan helped us this morning,” Cerasi replied carelessly, as if risking her life were nothing. “I just returned the favor.”
“Why did you think of claiming to be Wehutti’s daughter?” Obi-Wan asked her as she led the way back.
“Because I am,” Cerasi answered.
“But you said your father was dead,” Obi-Wan pointed out.
“He is dead to me,” Cerasi replied with a shrug. “But occasionally he comes in handy. Just like most Elders.”
She looked over her shoulder at Obi-Wan and flashed him a grin. Obi-Wan’s eyes shone back.
Qui-Gon saw in the moment of their exchange that something had deepened between them. They were intimates now, communicating without words. The adventure they had shared that morning had united them.
Qui-Gon felt his earlier anger drain away. He supposed that Obi-Wan had a lonely existence at times, traveling with someone older than himself. He must miss being with boys and girls his own age. It was good that he could bond so strongly with another.
Why should it make Qui-Gon so uneasy?
Qui-Gon settled Tahl into a nest of quilts and blankets, the best the Young had to offer. He stood over her for a moment. She had tired from the short battle and she fell asleep almost immediately. He could feel the flicker of her living Force, but it was only a flicker. Tahl’s memory of how she got her injuries was gone. She remembered being caught in the middle of a battle, but she could not remember being wounded or blinded.
Qui-Gon sat back against the wall to think. Their mission was over. They had only to wait until the fighting died down. Cerasi had assured him that she could get the Jedi out of the city without endangering Tahl. He would bring Tahl back to Coruscant and hope that the Jedi healing arts would bring her back to the vibrant strength he remembered so well.
Qui-Gon knew he would leave behind a world
in chaos. Children battling to save it. Elders locked in conflict, willing to sacrifice the population for their cause.
Yet he must leave. His first duty was to get Tahl back. Then he would ask Yoda’s permission to return. The Jedi Master would not grant it, most likely. The Jedi did not go to worlds and meddle in their affairs unless they were requested to do so. Only in extraordinary circumstances would they interfere, or if a world was threatening the peace and security of others. The inhabitants of Melida/Daan were locked in its conflict, hurting no other world but their own.
Obi-Wan had asked permission to go above ground with Cerasi. Qui-Gon had granted it. He knew that when he told Obi-Wan that they must leave, his Padawan would not want to go. Yet Obi-Wan would obey him. It was his first duty as a Padawan, and Obi-Wan was a Jedi to the bone.
Their mission was close to success. Yet foreboding lodged in Qui-Gon’s chest like a heavy stone. His instinct was warning him, but he could not place what the warning was, or how it would affect him.
He heard running footsteps, and Nield burst into the room with Obi-Wan and Cerasi. Qui-Gon was struck with how the three moved in
the same rhythm, their strides matching perfectly despite Obi-Wan’s long legs and Cerasi’s more slender build.
“Gather around, everyone!” Nield cried. “We have news!”
Nield leaped up on top of the grandest tomb. Boys and girls swarmed around him, coming from the strategy stations around the room and from the adjoining tunnels. They turned expectant faces up to him.
“Our battle is over,” Nield said. “We have achieved total victory!”
The Young cheered wildly. Nield held up a hand.
“Our raid on the weapons storehouse of the Daan was a success. We have stolen the weapons the Daan did not waste in attacking the Melida or shooting at imaginary attackers. We have deposited them in the North Tunnel. The Melida” Nield paused, grinned, “-blew up their own storehouses so that the Daan would not get their weapons!”
The Young let out wild hoots of laughter. They shouted with joy.
“We have delivered our messages to both sides, letting them know that the Young were behind the battles, and that we have succeeded in stealing their arms. Without weapons, the