Part 37 (1/2)

But that was Tahiri, he hoped. His ankle twisted. That was not Tahiri.

”Hi there, Jacen. I feel like I know you already, you hut'uun.”

There were only so many competing elements that even a Sith Lord could handle at once. Caedus had to choose, and fast.

Chapter 18.

What's a hut'uun? A coward. Physical coward, moral coward, any kind of sc.u.m without the spine to stand their ground or do the right thing. We don't have a word for hero. Being prepared to die for your family and friends, or what you hold dear, is a basic re-quirement for a Mando, so it's not worth a separate word. It's only cowards we had to find a special name for.

-Baltan Carid, explaining the finer points of Mando'a and Mandalorian culture to Jaina Solo over a buy'ce gal-a large ale DOCKING TUBE, MED SPRINTER: CLINGING TO THE HULL OF IMPERIAL STAR DESTROYER BLOODFIN.

I can't leave Tahiri.

But I might not get out of here alive, either.

Caedus was staring into the Mandalorian's face now, or at least his helmet. There were no eyes to fix on, just a T-shaped nothing set in a pocked and scarred violet metal visor.

It seemed to go on for minutes, but it could only have been seconds. The man had a tight grip on his ankle. The muzzle of his blaster was in Caedus's belly.

And then the man didn't fire.

Caedus didn't even need a second; a fraction's hesitation was all he needed to get free. It was a trick that had bought him time with Mara, not a full illusion but enough to check someone at the reflex level-the face of a loved one even though they knew the ident.i.ty of the enemy they were fac-ing.

He had no idea what might stop a Mandalorian.

He opted for Ailyn Vel's face.

”Doesn't suit you, dar'jetii, ”said the Mandalorian wearily, and then simply held his blaster to Caedus's kneecap as Tahiri clung to him in the tangle of limbs and weapons. ”Ah, Fett, you spoilsport, I have to have some fun...”

He fired into Caedus's leg. Then he just let go. The agony was suddenly somewhere else. It wasn't happening to Caedus at that moment, but to another Caedus a long way away. He put his last, best effort into Force-punching the hatch overhead-not pus.h.i.+ng, nothing so refined-and bursting it open. At the moment he did that, he pushed off hard with his uninjured leg and rocketed through the docking ring into the sprinter with Tahiri clutched to him.

The next thing he knew he was on the med sprinter's deck, Tahiri sprawled beside him. He slammed the inner hatch controls and the hull sealed. He needed to get clear; whatever had smashed into him outside was going to pur-sue him, but Tahiri needed help now. He concentrated everything on holding that blood back, every Force trick he could muster, and scrambled for clamps and dressings and fluid lines.

She was unconscious. He expected to feel a barrage of cannon fire just before his s.h.i.+p broke up and he had a few final seconds of feeling that he'd fought in vain. But he was still in one piece, and nothing was hammering on the hull. He couldn't understand why he had several clear minutes-he was certain it really was that long, not the effect of adrenaline and panic on his brain's time perception-and nothing had happened to him while he put a line into Tahiti's arm and pumped plasma into her as he put a proper compression dressing on her thigh.

He'd managed to get the suit stuck in the dressing, too, but she wasn't bleeding out now.

And he was still alive.

It really was his destiny. n.o.body could be that lucky without a reason.

Caedus. .h.i.t the automated controls as he stumbled past the pilot's console and sent the med speeder shooting verti-cally away from Bloodfin's hull.

”It's okay, Tahiri, ”he said, centering himself again. ”We're both going to live to fight another day. It's our destiny.”

IMPERIAL STAR DESTROYER BLOODFIN.

”Leave him!” Fett said. ”Grade, back off. I said he was Jaina's and I mean it.”

Grade's voice came out of nowhere. Jaina realized she could hear the comlink from Mirta's helmet as it lay on one side on the deck.

”Yes, Mand'alor.... you can't blame a boy for trying, though.”

”Let me go after Jacen, ”Jaina said. ”He's hurt, he's tired, he's got an injured apprentice...”

”In what?” Fett said. ”The Bes'uliik? Great. And then what do you do when you catch him? You're not ready to do what needs doing. We'll make you ready.”

Fett had hold of Mirta's shoulder as if he was going to shake the daylights out of her. Instead he just reached out to touch her hair, a couple of awkward smoothing gestures that suggested she was burning his fingers. It struck Jaina that he might never have stroked his own daughter's hair. It was disturbingly poignant. True to type, Mirta bristled and Fett shoved his thumb in his belt. The brief attempt at being grandfather and granddaughter had evaporated.

”I'm fine, Ba'buir, ”Mirta said. ”Me and Jaina, we're a good double act.”

”You're a maniac, ”Jaina said. ”Tahiri could have killed you.”

”She had to get past the beskar first, and anyway, you got her.”

”No, you got her.... you severed an artery.” ”Well, that's for killing an old man.”

Jaina tried to imagine how Mirta felt being so close to the person who'd killed her mother and not being able to get at him. Jaina was now in a world of unsettling emotions post-combat, of feeling the rush dissipate, and thinking of who might have been killed and who might have done the killing, and an odd urge to find everything both funny and terrifying at the same time.

Fett cut in. ”Let's get back below. In case it slipped your minds, we've still got a few troopers to calm down.” He c.o.c.ked his head suddenly as if he was listening to comm chatter. ”Okay. Talgal says she's done that. It would be nice if someone told me when they were storming a hangar deck.”

The hatch overhead opened and Carid dropped down with Vevut, the pair of them hitting the deck with loud thuds. Carid lifted off his helmet and shook his head like an animal shaking water out of its coat.

”I enjoyed that, ”he said, all smiles. ”No offense, jetii, but kneecapping your brother made my day, it surely did. If the Mand'alor hadn't been such a spoilsport and made me stop, I'd have enjoyed putting that bolt in his...”

Vevut slapped Mirta's back enthusiastically. ”Kandosii! Now that's a daughter to have in the family. Does Grade know you can stab like that?”

Mirta grinned at him and shoved him in the shoulder, all rough Mandalorian affection. ”I can cook, I can dig trenches, I can stab a chakaar...” And she laughed. It was quite transformational; she was a different woman. She seemed far more at ease with her father-in-law than she ever did with her grandfather, and Jaina wondered if seeing that hurt Fett.

Fett just shook his head and walked off down the pa.s.sage, stooping slightly because there was so little head-room. Jaina and the others trooped after him. Somehow it felt much harder to climb back down those shafts now the adrenaline had ebbed. They picked their way out of the citadel and into the s.h.i.+p itself, suddenly finding crew every-where and shock troopers in white-some, not all-being herded at blasterpoint along the main pa.s.sage. Others, hel-mets under their arms, were talking to crewmates as if nothing had happened. Clearly not all of them felt obliged to die in a ditch for the Moffs. They might well have been more sympathetic to Pellaeon, after all.

”What a mess, ”Fett said, head turning in a slow scan as he seemed to take in Bloodfin's sorry condition. The s.h.i.+p was a ma.s.s of scorched paint and buckled hatches; it looked like every vertical surface had been damaged some-how. ”Brand-new s.h.i.+p. Disgraceful.”

”Could have been much worse, ”Carid said defensively. ”We were pretty careful, under the circ.u.mstances. If Daala starts bleating about the paintwork, she can shove it.”

”I think she's got other issues, ”Fett said. ”I'm going to find Pellaeon's body. We're not savages, after all.”

Jaina trailed after him at a discreet distance, knowing he could see her in his helmet's 360-degree vision, but not wanting to crowd him.

She let him enter Pellaeon's day cabin and stood back to wait, but then she heard him talking to someone. The lighting was returning to normal all around the s.h.i.+p; machinery whined and hummed as systems came back online.

”It's a dirty deal, Reige.”

”Is Daala coming?”