Part 9 (1/2)
”That's Mara Jade Sky walker, Soontir Fel,” she replied.
Fel nodded in acknowledgment but made no effort to correct himself.
”Chief Navigator Aabe had led us to believe that you were 'absent,'
” Mara commented.
”That is patently not the case.”
”So were you just avoiding us earlier?”
”Avoiding the decision-making process, yes.” Fel's voice was gravelly but strong. Jacen could see where Jagged Pel inherited his father's presence, if not his width. ”My thoughts are not unclouded by emotions over this issue. I recall offering you an alliance some time ago.” Mara nodded. ”The irony wasn't lost on me, either.”
”You didn't take it then, yet you expect us to take yours now.” The enormous frame of the man who had once been the Empire's greatest TIE fighter pilot s.h.i.+fted minutely. It might have been a shrug, Jacen thought. ”It is the way of the Chiss,” he went on, ”to stand down and let another decide when one is unable to be impartial. I trusted Peita to view with clarity what I could not.” Fel's gaze was as cold and sharp as an ice dagger. Jacen didn't understand where the man's hostility came from. It was one thing to be old enemies, but that didn't explain the pa.s.sion that so obviously burned behind the man's gaze.
Luke moved to stand beside his wife. ”I believe we reached a satisfactory conclusion.” He held out his hand. ”Under other circ.u.mstances, perhaps it'd be a pleasure, Soontir.” Fel hesitated, then returned the gesture, gripping Luke's hand in his enormous fist. ”We're not allies yet, Skywalker.”
”But we're not enemies, either. Surely that counts for something.”
Mara made a show of glancing at her chronometer. ”We should really be going,” she said. ”Those two days aren't going to stick around forever.”
”Indeed,” Pel said. His dark gaze swept the group gathered behind the Skywalkers. ”The Expeditionary Library is some distance from here, in another enclave. Rather than move your s.h.i.+p, I suggest you allow me to provide you transport. The resources at my disposal are more secure than even those the Chiss normally offer.” Luke hesitated, and Jacen could sense his uncle conferring with Mara. He was sure that Luke's concerns reflected his own reservations. Aabe's decision to allow them access to the library had surprised him, but Jacen could see how it might be a ploy to separate them from the s.h.i.+p. And he knew Mara wouldn't want to be any farther horn Jade Shadow than was absolutely necessary.
But did they dare risk offending Fel by refusing his offer? Or could they afford the time it would take to move their own s.h.i.+p when a convenient alternative was available? After all, as Mara had said, two days wasn't a lot of time to play with.
”Thank you,” Luke said in the end. ”Your offer would certainly save us some time.”
”But if you try anything, Soontir...” Mara let the threat go unstated, but there was no mistaking it in her tone or body language.
Fel almost smiled. ”Believe me: if I had wanted to try something, I would have done so long before now.” He turned away. ”Time is wasting. We cannot afford to be standing here chatting like fools. If you're going to come with me, then I suggest you do so now. Because the deadline is not going to change. ”
”You'll make sure of that, will you?” Mara asked.
He fixed her with another steely gaze. ”You can count on it, Mara Jade Skywalker.” Jaina was exhausted by the time they returned to their quarters after the first day on Bakura. The meeting with the Senate had been postponed so Prime Minister Cun-dertol could attend, leaving them stuck with junior officials and restless flunkies. When the time finally came, the presence of the Galactic Alliance delegation was completely swamped by Cundertol's triumphant appearance and the banquet that followed. His long, somewhat rambling and self - congratulatory speech was greeted with cheers from the Senate and the press galleries, but left her agreeing with Jag's impression: The Prime Minister of Bakura was a good-looking figurehead, but a little too obsessed with his own interests to be a good statesperson.
Nevertheless, the banquet hadn't been too bad. Men and women in formal attire had provided attentive service, rather than droids, making Jaina feel very out of place in her expedition uniform. The food had been excellent, and she'd had the chance to sample some of the Namana nectar she'd heard so much about, a liqueur the Bakurans were particularly proud of. And rightfully so, she had to admit. Orange in color, it caressed her taste buds like a slow-burning ray of sunlight. She'd only taken a sip, however; she didn't want her reflexes dulled.
Judging by its effects on the people around her, her decision had been a wise one.
Two people who had also stayed resolutely sober were Cundertol and his deputy, Blaine Harris. She wondered if that explained her impression that, despite the seemingly friendly and polite exchanges between them, underneath the surface simmered a powerful tension. It might have been a mutual dislike of each other, but why that should be, exactly, Jaina wasn't sure. They were political running mates, after all. It could have been nothing more than the fact that both were powerful personalities and dominating men.
Working together in such close but clearly defined roles would undoubtedly chafe.
Still, it made her curious. She wondered how Harris had felt upon receiving the news of Cundertol's kidnapping. She imagined that part of him would have been secretly relieved to be rid of him. If the Prime Minister died or disappeared, his deputy would be the natural successor.
The question of whether Harris had been involved in the kidnapping itself therefore had to be asked. And if he had, then Malinza Thanas's arrest would have been little more than a deliberate attempt by Harris to find a scapegoat.
Really, though, there was nothing she could pin down to justify either Jag's nebulous suspicions, or her own. Cundertol's Force presence was strong and clear: He was who he said he was, and his thoughts were his own.
Even Lwothin, the P'w'eck advance leader, seemed nothing but pleased at Cundertol's return. A little relieved, perhaps-but that was understandable, given that the consecration of Bakura was due to take place the very next day.
With Cundertol back and the popular leader of the resistance behind bars, there was no reason for the Keeramak to further delay its arrival.
The dull-scaled saurian hadn't partaken of the local delicacies, preferring instead to stick to a dish of fft-a multilegged lizard that had been imported from Lwhekk especially for the occasion. Throughout the banquet he seemed to be carefully observing the people and the goings-on around him, and although Jaina's eyes met his on several occasions, she found his golden gaze completely unreadable.
”Anyone else feel like we're the odd ones out?” Han asked, collapsing onto a floating couch. Their rooms weren't as finely appointed as the ones they'd had on Galantos, but that suited Jaina just fine. Too much hospitality only made her edgy.
”They're just caught up in their own affairs.” As was often the case, Leia's input on the matter was in opposition to her husband's, but to show she wasn't being argumentative, she sat on the couch beside Han and took his hand in hers.
She didn't mean to be contrary; she simply wanted to make sure that every situation was properly viewed from all angles. It had taken Jaina a long time to understand the way her mother's mind worked, something her twin brother seemed to have picked up instinctively a long time ago.
”They'll get around to us when they have reason to.”
”Perhaps they should be reminded of those reasons,” Jaina said, talking over her shoulder as she set up the same anti-bugging equipment they'd used on Galantos. ”They've got problems a simple treaty isn't going fix, because if that illegal transmission we received is anything to go by, then the resistance infiltrators are high up the command chain.
Locking Malinza Thanas away isn't going to magically erase that fact. If anything, it could make it worse.” In the corner of her eye, she noticed Tahiri moving restlessly through the rooms,, as though searching for something, and wondered what the younger Jedi was doing.
”It depends on what they want,” Leia was saying. ”One group seems in favor of an alliance with the P'w'eck as opposed to an alliance with us. Another wants nothing to do with the P'w'eck.” She shrugged. ”If our being here exposes the cracks in the underground, then that might be a good thing. Instead of one concentrated a.s.sault on the local government, their objectives may fragment, resulting in a number of small and relatively ineffectual attacks.”
”Scattershot might be inaccurate,” Han said, absently playing with Leia's fingers in his hand, ”but it usually hits something. Personally, I'd rather be on the receiving end of a single sniper than a dozen people spraying wildly. At least with a sniper you know when the threat is-” He stopped midsentence, his attention also caught by Tahiri's unusual behavior. Now she was inspecting the underside of an antique drink cabinet.
”Tahiri?” Leia said. ”What are you-?”
”A-ha!” Tahiri stood bolt upright, brandis.h.i.+ng a small object in her outstretched hand. ”This is it!” Jaina and her parents exchanged confused looks.
”This is what?” Jaina asked.
Tahiri brought the thing closer for the others to see. Jaina leaned in to examine the object and found it to be a metallic capsule no larger than a baby's tooth.
”The Ryn said we'd find what we needed here,” Tahiri said. ”This has to be it.”
”The Ryn?” Leia repeated.
Han quickly outlined what he had learned about Tahiri's encounter with the Ryn on the landing field.
”Did he say anything else?” Leia asked Tahiri.
”Only that he thought you should be careful,” Tahiri told her. ”But he couldn't talk properly there, so he said he'd contact us later.
Perhaps that's what this is: a note of some kind.” She fiddled with the capsule, turning it over in her hands and picking at a seam around its middle. Nothing happened until she squeezed it between two fingers; then one end clicked and there was a brief but intense flash of light.
Jaina blinked in surprise, waiting for something else to happen.
But nothing did. The capsule was inert again, and no matter how much Tahiri poked at the thing, she couldn't get it to repeat the flash of light.
”That can't be right,” the young Jedi muttered. ”You'd think he'd make sure it worked before leaving it for us.”
”Excuse me, Mistress Leia,” C-3PO said, ”but-”
Han raised a hand to motion him to be quiet. ”Hang on, Goldenrod.