Part 10 (1/2)

To Qui-Gon's thinking, the council members were too willing to dismiss Cohl as nothing more than a symptom of trying times, when he was much more than that.

But, then, the Council had a tendency to dwell on repercussions, on future events, rather than the present. Yoda, especially, was fond of saying that the future was always in motion, and yet he and Mace Windu sometimes acted as if that wasn't the case at all.

Did they know of some great event looming on the horizon? Qui-Gon wondered. And would he fail to recognize that event, even were he to trip over it?

He supposed he should at least remain open to the possibility that the High Council Masters knew something he didn't.

The one thing he accepted as beyond dispute was that the Force was even more mysterious than any of the Jedi perceived it to be.

He hadn't gone half a kilometer when Adi Gallia fell into step beside him, catching him by surprise.

”In search of something purposeful, Qui-Gon, or just hoping you'll b.u.mp into something worthy of your attention?” He smiled at her. ”I have--you.” She laughed, then scolded him with a look.

Adi's fingernails were polished, and the same blue cosmetic that rimmed her dark blue eyes traced the ligaments on the backs of her hands. She had been a permanent member of the High Council for over a decade, and a Jedi Master for much longer than that. Her parents were Corellian diplomats, but, like Qui - Gon, she had been raised in the Temple. Adi had always been enthralled by Coruscant, and knew the planet about as well as anyone. Over the years, she had forged a close friends.h.i.+p with Supreme Chancellor Valorum, along with several Core World delegates.

”Where is your young apprentice?” she asked as they sauntered.

”Sharpening his wits.”

”So you actually give him an occasional respite from your resolute tutelage,” she teased.

”It's a mutual thing,” Qui-Gon said.

She laughed again, then grew serious. ”I have news that's bound to interest you. It seems that you might have been right about Cohl's surviving the explosion of that Trade Federation freighter.” Qui-Gon came to a dead stop in the center of the sky bridge they were crossing. Droids and pedestrians ambled past him to both sides.

”Has Cohl been seen?” Adi leaned on the bridge railing and gazed back toward the Temple. ”Dorvalla s.p.a.ce Corps pursued a shuttle that matched the description and drive signature you and Obi-Wan furnished.

The shuttle crashed and exploded onworld, apparently not far from where Cohl had established a temporary base.” Qui-Gon nodded. ”I know the area.”

”There wasn't much left to investigate at the crash site, but the remains of three humans found in the wreckage were identified as a.s.sociates of Cohl. But here's the interesting part: The shuttle was clearly attempting to rendezvous with Cohl's personal s.h.i.+p.”

”The Hawk-Bat.”

”It set down close to the crash site, then proceeded to blast its way off Dorvalla, taking out a number of Dorvalla's picket s.h.i.+ps on the way.”

”Cohl made it to the s.h.i.+p,” Qui-Gon said.

”You're that certain?”

”I am.” Adi nodded. ”One of the picket s.h.i.+p pilots reported that two or three of Cohl's band might have made it alive to the Hawk-bat.”

”Has there been any sign of the s.h.i.+p since?”

”It jumped to hypers.p.a.ce as soon as it left Dorvalla behind. But surveillance has been doubled at all of Cohl's known retreats. a.s.suming he did survive, he'll be spotted and, with luck, captured.”

”Adi, is there a chance that Obi-Wan and I could--was ”Cohl is no longer our concern,” she cut him off. ”Supreme Chancellor Valorum is attempting to encourage the systems along the Rimma Trade Route to a.s.sume responsibility for curtailing acts of terrorism in their separate sectors. Intervention on our part would likely be viewed as indirect support of the Trade Federation.” Qui-Gon frowned. ”That's shortsighted.

Most of the worlds along the Rimma support the Nebula Front to one degree or another.

Recruits, funding, intelligence... The Rimma worlds supply these and more.” Adi regarded him for a long moment. ”Qui-Gon, suppose I could arrange for you to meet with Chancellor Valorum, so you could apprise him of these matters personally?” Qui-Gon nodded. ”All right.”

”Then it's settled. I'm on my way to meet with him now, and there's no time like the present.”

”I couldn't have put it better.” In his chambers beneath the senate rotunda, Valorum reclined in his chair, exhaling wearily as he stretched his arms over his head. Finished with the morning's business, he now had to face those delegates who hadn't been able to secure appointments and were undoubtedly lingering outside his office, anxious for a moment of his time.

”What's on the agenda for this afternoon?” he asked Sei Taria as she came through the office's tall, ornate door.

The young human woman glanced at her wrist comm screen. ”You have a meeting with Adi Gallia, then a follow-up meeting with Bail Antilles and Horox Ryyder. After that, you are meeting with the representatives of the Corporate Alliance and the trade delegation from Ord Mantell. Then--was ”Enough,” Valorum said, holding up his hands and shutting his eyes. He gestured to the door and the corridors beyond. ”How bad are things out there?”

”As crowded as I've ever seen it, sir,” she said.

”But I'm afraid that that's not the half of it.” Valorum stood up and reached for his cloak.

”Tell me the rest.”

”The plaza is swarming with demonstrators. Some are calling for the breakup of the Trade Federation, others are denouncing your stand on taxation. Security recommends that we leave by way of the rooftop platforms.”

”No,” Valorum said firmly. ”This was to be expected, and now is hardly the time for me to avoid my critics.” Sei smiled approvingly. ”I told security you would say that. They said that if you insisted on exiting through the plaza, they would be tripling the guard.”

”Very well.” Valorum squared his shoulders. ”Are you ready?” Sei went to the door. ”After you, sir.” No sooner did Valorum enter the anteroom than two tall Senate Guards stepped in to flank him. They wore long dark - blue robes and gloves, and double-crested helmet cowls that left visible only the eyes and mouth. Over their right shoulders, the guards carried long, c.u.mbersome rifles that were more ceremonial than practical.

By the time Valorum had pa.s.sed into the front offices, more guards had fallen in before and behind him.

Short of the public corridors another pair joined the group, and yet two more the moment Valorum emerged in the corridor.

Wide as it was, the walkway was crammed with beings, who had been forced to stand shoulder to shoulder along both walls behind hastily erected barricades.

The guards in front of Valorum closed ranks in a wedge formation, thrusting through a forest of outstretched arms. Still, some hands managed to get through, bearing messages meant for the deep pockets of Valorum's cloaks but more often than not ending up trampled underfoot on the polished stone floor.

The corridor was loud with voices, as well, most of them entreating Valorum to attend to one urgent matter or another.

”Supreme Chancellor, about the terms of the peace negotiation...”

”Supreme Chancellor, regarding the recent devaluation of the Bothan credit...”

”Supreme Chancellor, your promise to respond to accusations of corruption leveled against Senator Maxim...” Valorum recognized some of the voices and many of the faces. Crushed against the left wall he noticed the delegate from New Bornalex. Behind him, Senator Gre9ps and his trio of large-eyed, puddle-footed delegates from Brodo Asogi.

Off to the right, straining to reach to the front of the crowd in time for Valorum's pa.s.sing, stood Malastare delegate Aks Moe.

As they neared the exit to the plaza, the voices in the corridor were overwhelmed by the chants and bellows of crowds of demonstrators ma.s.sed along the Avenue of the Core Founders, with its towering statues and sunken sitting areas.

The Senate Guards pressed closer still, all but lifting Valorum off his feet and spiriting him outside the building on their shoulders.

The chief of the guard detail swung to Valorum.

”Sir, we'll be proceeding directly to the north hover platform. Your personal shuttle is already waiting. There will be no stopping along the way to respond to reporters or protestors. In the event of any untoward activity, you will submit to our custody and do as we say. Any questions, sir?”

”No questions,” Valorum said by rote. ”But let's at least attempt to appear cordial, Captain.”

”You didn't mention you were inviting me to a political rally,” Qui-Gon said, as he and Adi Gallia arrived at the expansive plaza that fronted the senate.