Part 21 (1/2)

Sal gaped. ”Strong emotions?”

”I was terrified of losing him, if you must know.”

”The long and short of it,” Jax said, ”is that I-Five can't guarantee he'd be able to keep his emotions in check if he got close to the Emperor. He's not the ideal a.s.sa.s.sin you thought he was.”

Sal's face flushed a darker shade of bronze. ”You're sure of this?”

Jax shook his head. ”How can one be sure? But the fact that there's a reasonable doubt of icopardy is enough to call it off.”

The Sakiyan's eyes narrowed again. ”Are you the only one who felt it? Did laranth sense it as well?”

”She was having her own difficulties at the time,” I-Five noted drily. ”We were under attack by several Inquisitors.”

”I heard the rumor, but I didn't believe it. You fought the Inquisitors-in the open?” Sal shook his head. ”That's another strike against our plan. But perhaps that's what you intended.”

Now it was Jax's turn to stare in surprise. ”Excuse me?”

”You've really been against this mission from the beginning, haven't you? Why? Is it because of your father?”

Jax leaned forward. ”What are you accusing me of, exactly?”

”It isn't difficult to pa.r.s.e. You engage in a public battle with Inquisitors, thereby drawing attention to yourself and I-Five, then claim that, as a result, you can sense him through the Force.” He spread his hands. ”No one else has claimed they can sense him.”

”That's a ridiculous accusation,” said I-Five. ”If anyone was going to bear you ill will over Lorn Pavan's death, it would be me. And ultimately it was Senator Palpatine who had him killed, through the Sith a.s.sa.s.sin. Research tells me that the a.s.sa.s.sin, or at least a Zabrak with similar ritual tattooing, was later killed during a fight at a power station on Naboo, so there goes any chance for revenge against him. That leaves Palpatine.

”Jax didn't engineer yesterday's incident. We were drawn into a fight with the Inquisitors to prevent the capture of a friend.”

”Another Jedi, no doubt.”

”A potential Jedi,” said I-Five.

”Ah ... or a potential Sith, then.”

Jax s.h.i.+fted uneasily, remembering the ease with which Kaj had sent the Inquisitor into oblivion. He'd felt the hot wash of hatred that preceded the act. ”Nor if we can help it,” he said. ”But that's neither here nor there. I did not blow our cover yesterday, nor am I making up what I felt. I-Five can be sensed through the Force. How, I don't know .. .”

”He's a droid.” Sal said. ”He can act like a droid and...”

Act is the operative term, I-Five interrupted, The only way for my intentions to be clear of falsehood would be if someone were to strip my cognitive module down to my basic programming kernel...”

”Ah! Of course!” cried Sal. ”That's what we'll do.”

”In which case, I would no longer be able to carry out the directive,” I-Five finished. ”My BPK does not permit me to injure a sentient being.”

Sal looked glum, then brightened as he snapped his fingers. ”What if you had a handler? Someone who went with you and remote-switched off the BPK when you were close enough to the Emperor to complete the mission.”

Jax shook his head. ”Too risky. At that last moment, when his sentient overlay was reinstated, it's likely his module would overload and flare out.”

Sal shrugged. ”But then it would be too late-for the Emperor, at least.”

”Yeah. And maybe too late for I-Five as well.”

Sal shrugged. ”So what? The handler simply reinstates the program. A clean-slate override.”

”Not simply,” objected Jax. ”You have no idea what you're dealing with here. If ever a droid was more than the sum of his parts, it's I-Five. I don't want to take the chance of a reboot causing him to lose whatever part of him might go beyond code.”

Sal stared at Jax. ”You're not seriously suggesting that I-Five has a soul?”

”I'm suggesting that he might not be the same droid we powered down. And that's not all. Emperor Palpatine is the head of the Sith Order. If you think the Inquisitors are deadly, the Emperor is exponentially more deadly. Quicker, more focused, more powerful. In that split second that I-Five's BPK goes offline, the Emperor could very well sense it and retaliate before I-Five has a chance to do anything.”

”You don't know that. Palpatine won't be expecting anything. And the droid doesn't need to be that close to him-a laser shot from the gallery when the Emperor is on the floor of the Senate, for example ...”

”Such a scenario might possibly work, but there's always Darth Vader to worry about.”

”But the droid could...”

”The droid could fall apart from metal fatigue waiting for you two,” I-Five cut in. ”Let's a.s.sume for a moment that we can get me past surveillance.” He looked at Sal. ”What were you thinking?”

Tuden Sal was suddenly animated. ”It's a simple plan. And because it's simple, I think it stands a high chance of success. Palpatine attends the Senate 'debates'- bootlicking fests is more like it-on the last day of each week. The number of protocol droids in the Senate Hall at those times is mind-boggling. They're everywhere- interpreting, carrying messages, serving tea-we should have no difficulty getting in as attaches of whatever delegation I-Five tells the security system we're with.”

”And as the handler, where would I be?” Jax asked.

I-Five reacted strongly to that. ”Jax, you can't. You're a Jedi. A wanted Jedi. Even if you wore a skinsuit, you'd be in danger of being read. You'd jeopardize the mission.”

Jax thought about it. ”I could be one of The Silent, perhaps. They travel heavily enrobed and no one notices.”Then an epiphany struck him. ”Got it. I'll go in as an Inquisitor. Totally appropriate as a Force-sensitive.”

”And where would you get an Inquisitor's robe?” the Sakiyan asked.

”I don't know, but I'm sure Rhinann does. And I think I may even know where I can get some taozin. I already have a Sith blade.”

Tuden Sal nodded. ”Yes. It could work. The citizens' galleries have an un.o.bstructed view of the Emperor's Senate platform.”

”Which is protected by a repulsor s.h.i.+elu and an EM s.h.i.+eld,” I-Five objected, staring at Jax as if he'd gone completely mad.

”I'm a Jedi. I can defeat both.”

”Perhaps. But doing so will cause you to light up like a supernova to the other Inquisitors.”

Jax shrugged. ”There'll be too much pandemonium because the Emperor will be dead.”

I-Five's photoreceptors met Jax's eyes straight-on. ”I,” said I-Five, ”am supposed to be keeping you alive. Remember?”

”Then you'd better make it your best shot.” Jax turned to Tuden Sal. ”Are you convinced yet that I haven't been trying to sabotage your mission?”

The Sakiyan didn't answer that; instead he said, ”Palpatine's next appearance in the Senate is in two days. Will that give Rhinann enough time to get an Inquisitor's robe?”

Jax stood up. ”Let's find out.”