Part 5 (2/2)
There was an unmistakable hint of reproach in her tone, if not in her words. Leia was learning kv doing the boring, necessary drudge work while you were out having exciting adventures. She did not say it, but Luke got the message.
”There's been a little more to what I've done than fun and games,”
he said.
”Yes, of course. You have, beyond question, served the Republic well, even heroically. But history moves on.
Times change. Tomorrow's galaxy will demand new and different things of us. It is time that you found ways to act as a leader, a negotiator, a spokesman for those with no voice. You will be a guide or a commander or a mentor.
Now comes the day of the people marching together. Will you be at the head of the parade?”
”I suppose you're right,” Luke said, though he didn't feel very convinced. ”But even if I wanted to do what you say, there wouldn't be much I could do about it. Not much is going on.” ”Yes,” Mon Mothma said, smiling again. ”Very few opportunities for dynamic leaders.h.i.+p are presenting themselves at the moment. That's what happens in peacetime.
In a way, peace is the whole problem.”
”How could peace be a problem?” Luke asked.
”Please, don't get me wrong,” Mon Mothma said. ”War is a terrible business, and I hope it never comes again. But there are ways in which war is simple and clear as peace rarely is.
”In war, the enemy is clear, and he is outside your group. All of your friends and allies must come together for survival. In peacetime, there is no enemy. There are merely people who vote against you on this issue, and side with you on that proposal.
”We fought the Empire in the name of liberty and justice.
But now our task is to make liberty and justice real. We are now seeking to correct wrongs that would have seemed trivial in the old days.
There was no time to worry about the fine points of fair legislation when we were about to get our throats cut.
”Peacetime is complicated, murky. We could win the war by blowing up a Death Star or two-but we can only win the peace by building new s.p.a.ce stations, new houses, new cities. That is not a question of largess or generosity.
if we do not rebuild, there will be new unrest, new disturbances, and new war. In peacetime, you cannot win by destroying, but only by building-and it is always far easier to destroy. That is quite literally a law of nature.
”Rebuilding is slow, painstaking, work, unsuited to a warrior's mentality. That is the real problem, for people like you and me. We became addicted to the tIrrills, the challenges, of war, and now they are gone. There are those who will be tempted to stir up trouble just for the sake of having some excitement.”
”I doubt that is so, Mon Mothma,” said Luke. ”There will always be perils and challenges. The universe is a dangerous place. And I also don't know that I am addicted to such things. I could live the rest of my life quite happily if no one ever tried to kill me again.”
”Perhaps you are right, Luke Skywalker. But even if no task now calls out for you to serve as leader-be ready for such a chance when it comes. Seize it, learn by it. Be not just a Jedi, not even just a Jedi Master-but a Jedi leader.”
”I will consider your wonds,” Luke said, standing up and preparing to take his leave.
”That is all that I hoped for,” she said. ”But there is one other matter in which I hope you will indulge an old woman.” a ”And what that might be?” Luke asked, a bit warily.
”You are to meet with Lando Calrissian,” she said. ”He is going to ask you to a.s.sist you in a-project-of his.”
”Yes,” Luke said, wondering, not for the first time, where she got her information. ”That is so. But I do not yet know what the project is.”
”Ah,” Mon Mothma said, smiling one more time. ”I thought you might not. It just so happens that I do know what he is up to. It is an unusual sort of project for Lando to undertake, but it does have that grandiose element to it.,' ”And you wish me to talk him out of it.”
”On the contrary, I would like you to offer him every a.s.sistance.
That it is grandiose does not make it ill advised.
No. Help your friend. I believe that in doing so, you will do yourse(( great good as well.” It was not until sometime later, when he was out the door, that Luke realized that he hadn't quite managed to ask what she had meant by that.
CHAPTER FIVE.
Rough Welcome Leutenant Belindi Kalenda hesitated a moment before she activated the cargo transport's lightspeed engines.
The little s.h.i.+p hung in the dark between the stars, its navigation checks complete, all systems ready for the final stage of the journey to Corellia. Once she fired up the engines, she was committed, with no way back, no way out. That shouldn't have bothered her quite so much, but she knew what was going on in the Corellian System-at least she knew as much as anyone from the outside did.
She was flying a small, nondescript freighter, very carefully chosen by NRI to fit her profile of a slightly down on herluck trader.
She carried a varied cargo from a halfdozen worlds, and the s.h.i.+p's logs had been expertly manipulated to show that she had ineed been to all those places. Bits of litter in the trash matched her previous ports of call. The air filters even contained stray hairs and bits of shed skin and carap, all of which matched the various intelligent species of the worlds to which she had allegedly been.
But the thing that got her most nervous was the deliberate flaw in the lightspeed engines. The remodulating buffer heat sink was just about to go. The NRI technicians a.s.sured her that it would function for exactly one more start-up, and then be blown by the heatpulse at shutdown. In short, her hyperdrive would die just as she arrived in-system. They would not be able to throw her out of the system, and they would more or less have to allow her to land and get to the central repair facility, where, by all accounts, it took weeks, or even months, to get anything repaired, unless a bribe changed hands. And Kalenda would just barely have enough to pay the standard repair costs-if she managed to sell her cargo.
In shon, she was going to be stranded for an indefinite period of time the moment she hit the Corellian System, hoping that the role of a cargo pilot having a run of bad luck would be convincing enough to let her escape detection.
Kalenda sincerely wished that she could wait to go in until after Solo and his family had arrived to serve as a diversion. But that was not to be. No one could make the two operations dovetail like that, for the very simple reason that no one else in NRI even knew about Solo. She had been doing a bit of freelancing there. It would be better for all if no one-and she meant no one-knew about that plan. If one thing was plainly clear from all the things that had gone wrong recently, it was that somehow someone in the Corellian System had done a very good job of penetrating NRI.
If she had cleared the Solo-as-diversion plan with her superiors, the odds would have been strong that the Corellian opposition-whoever that was-would have learned about it already, and the whole plan would have been wrecked before it got started.
Besides which, she had at least managed to give Solo some sort of warning that something was wrong. It would keep him on top of things, make sure he watched out for his children. They needed some sort of protection. Leia Organa Solo had insisted that her family travel together, alone, before the trade summit. Once the official part of the trip got under way, the chief of state's security detail would have a free hand. Until such time, they were on their owngiving the NRI plenty to sweat about.
Speaking of being on top of things, it was past time to get her own little operation started.
But had it been compromised? There was the question.
If talking to Solo had been a bit of freelance enterprise, then setting up Kalenda's attempted infiltration had been a one-hundred-percent standard-issue NRI operation. NRI prided itself on meticulous planning and a team effort. Normally that was all to the good, but every member added to the prep team increased the odds that the Corellian source would have found something out.
Kalenda wished she could change her coordinates for arrival in-system, but she knew that was impossible. The Corellian Defense Forces s.p.a.ce Service had a well-earned reputation for jumpiness as it was. If she arrived from hypers.p.a.ce outside the authorized entry coordinates, they would go absolutely wild. At best, she would attract a h.e.l.l of a lot of unwanted attention for herself. At worst, she would get blown out of the sky.
Maybe, just maybe, the fact that she had dawdled a bit and was going to arrive a few hours late would throw off any hypothetical s.p.a.ce Service border guards. Maybe they would think she wasn't coming after all, and would give up and go home. Or maybe she was just giving them time to get into position for the intercept.
There was nothing more she could do but activate the navicomputer, make the jump to light speed, and hope to luck. Kalenda swallowed hard, flexed her hand a time or two, and pressed the b.u.t.ton.
She watched through the freight's forward viewport as the stars flared off into starlines and her s.h.i.+p leaped into the unknown and unknowable darkness of hypers.p.a.ce. She let off a sigh of relief as the last of the stars winked out of existence behind her. She was safe, at least for the moment.
Unfortunately, her departure point was only a light-year out from the Corellian System, and she was not going to stay safely hidden for long. She spent the short ride worrying about all the things that could go wrong on her missionor at least some of them. She would have needed a lot more time to get through the whole list.
All too soon the navicomputer beeped its get-ready warning. Kalenda settled herself in the pilot's chair and wrapped her hands around the controls. This was it. The navicomputer finished its countdown and dropped her back into normal s.p.a.ce.
The universe flared back into existence around her s.p.a.cecraft.
Kalenda saw Corell, Corellia's sun, right where it ought to be. She checked her navigation displays and confirmed her position. Good. Good.
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