Star Wars: The Hand of Thrawn II: Vision of the Future Page 11

“Well, that’s handy,” Mara muttered. “We could have known about this place years ago.”

  “Sounds that way,” Luke said. “Why weren’t the messages delivered, Child Of Winds?”

  Hunter Of Winds concluded it would not be safe, the young Qom Qae said. A Qom Qae would need to attach himself to one of the Threateners’ flying machines and endure a long journey through the cold and dark before he could reach you.

  That is no reason for betrayal of your bargainings, Eater Of Fire Creepers said contemptuously. The Qom Qae have flown thus through the darkness many times, or so they claim. Admit that it was cowardice and fear that caused your betrayal.

  You of the Qom Jha are safe in your caves, Child Of Winds shot back. We of the Qom Qae live in the open air.

  Do the Threateners not threaten us all? Eater Of Fire Creepers demanded, fluttering his wings.

  Do the Threateners come into your caves to seek vengeance from the Qom Jha? the young Qom Qae countered. Their vengeance would rest solely on the Qom Qae.

  Did the Qom Jha not first risk their lives seeking to learn the Threateners’ plans? Do the Qom Jha not continue to take such risks?

  Do the Qom Jha learn anything of value? Did you not mistake this friend and ally of Jedi Sky Walker as one flying in the Threateners’ nesting?

  “Enough,” Luke called into the argument. “Whatever has happened is over and done with, and trying to share out the blame won’t gain us anything. Fine, so the messages weren’t delivered. But we’re here now, and we’re ready to help you.”

  “The question,” Mara added, “is whether you’re worthy of our help.”

  Luke half turned to frown at her. “What are you—?”

  “Quiet,” she muttered. “Trust me. Well, Eater Of Fire Creepers?”

  There was another awkward silence. We fear the Threateners, the Bargainer conceded almost grudgingly. The Qom Jha and Qom Qae alike fly in the shadow of their talons. We would seek to have this threat removed, if you are willing.

  “Yes, we understand your wishes,” Mara said. “But that’s not the question. The question is whether you deserve our assistance. And if so, how you intend to prove it.”

  What proof do you seek?

  “For starters, we’ll need assistance getting into the High Tower,” Mara said. “I assume your people have been getting in from somewhere in this cave system; we’ll need guides to that entrance. After that, we may need some of you to run interference or scout out the territory.”

  The Bargainer fluttered his wings. Your request will put this nesting in danger.

  “Your request puts us in danger,” Mara countered. “Would you rather we just call off the whole thing and leave right now?”

  There was a brief undercurrent of conversation, either too fast or too alien for Mara to pick up. “I hope you know what you’re doing,” Luke murmured.

  “No matter how you slice it, we’re going to need guides,” Mara said. “Anyway, I’ve dealt with this sort of culture before. Anyone who calls their leader ‘Bargainer’ expects to be bargained with. Offering to do something for them free of charge and hoping they’ll reciprocate usually doesn’t work. Makes them suspicious, for one thing.”

  Beside Luke, Child Of Winds stirred. What will you do with me now, Jedi Sky Walker? he asked.

  “Don’t worry,” Luke said. “I’ll make sure you’re given safe passage out of here and back to your nesting.”

  The Qom Qae hunched his wings. I cannot go back.

  Luke frowned. “Why not?”

  They will not take me back, he said. I have disobeyed the Bargainer of the Qom Qae, and will not be allowed to rejoin the nesting.

  Luke cocked his head to the side. “Won’t be allowed to rejoin?” he asked pointedly. “Or won’t be allowed to rejoin without punishment?”

  The young alien’s emotions twitched. I would prefer to go with you to the High Tower, he said. If I may see directly the dangers posed by these Threateners, I will understand them better. Perhaps I will be able to persuade others of the Qom Qae to assist you.

  “As I said: bargainers,” Mara said wryly.

  “Yes, I’m beginning to understand,” Luke said in the same tone. “I appreciate the offer, Child Of Winds. But this is likely to be very dangerous.”

  Will your machine travel with you?

  Mara glanced over at the astromech droid, standing off to the side warbling quietly to himself. “That’s a good question,” she agreed. “He’ll definitely slow us down.”

  “True, but if we want any chance of accessing the High Tower’s computer systems we’ll need him along,” Luke pointed out.

  “Assuming he can even interface with those networks,” Mara warned. “They are aliens, you know.”

  “We know they use Imperial technology in their spaceships,” Luke reminded her. “Chances are good they’ll have at least a couple of our computers up there, too.”

  If your machine travels with you, why may not I? Child Of Winds spoke up again. Once in the bright lights and open air of the High Tower, I would be a better scout than these cave-dwellers.

  “Except that you don’t know anything about the High Tower,” Luke said. “Besides, considering the rivalry between your two nestings, I don’t think Eater Of Fire Creepers will want you poking around his territory any longer than you have to.”

  Child Of Winds fluffed his wings. Then perhaps it is time that rivalry is ended, he said loftily. Perhaps it is time for one brave and honorable Qom Qae to stand forth and heal the crumbled rock beneath our talons.

  Luke and Mara exchanged looks. “You?” Luke hazarded.

  Do you doubt my sincerity? Child Of Winds retorted. I, who defied the Bargainer of my own nesting to bring you here?

  “It’s not your sincerity we’re questioning,” Luke assured him. “It’s—well—”

  It is my age, then, the young Qom Qae said, his tone distinctly huffy now. You do not believe that a child still called by his father’s name can accomplish great deeds.

  Abruptly, Mara noticed that the discussion on the ceiling had ceased. Eater Of Fire Creepers and the other Qom Jha were listening closely to the conversation going on below them.

  And it occurred to her that with a member of a rival nesting along on the trip, whoever Eater Of Fire Creepers sent with them would bend over double to show how much more helpful the Qom Jha could be. “No, we’re not worried about your age,” she told Child Of Winds. “After all, I was still almost a child when I went on my first mission for the Emperor. Luke wasn’t that much older when he began to fly with the warriors of the Rebellion.”

  She could feel Luke’s frown. But he’d obviously picked up on her tone, because he nodded agreement “She’s right,” he told the Qom Qae. “Sometimes the desire to succeed and the willingness to learn are more important than age or experience.”

  “The ‘willingness to learn’ part meaning you obey orders,” Mara added sternly. “If one of us tells you to stop, move, duck, or get out of the way, you do it and ask questions afterward. Understand?”

  I will obey without question, Child Of Winds said, and there was no mistaking the youthful exuberance in his tone. You will not regret your decision.

  Luke looked up at the Qom Jha. “The Qom Qae have given us the services of their Bargainer’s child,” he said. “What do the Qom Jha offer as proof of their own worthiness?”

  It will be hard indeed for the Qom Jha to match such a valuable gift, Eater Of Fire Creepers said, a distinct note of sarcasm to his tone. Still, we can but try.

  He fluttered his wings in silent command, and three of the Qom Jha dropped from the ceiling to land on rock perches in front of Luke and Mara. Splitter Of Stones, Keeper Of Promises, and Builder With Vines have all defied the dangers of the caverns to enter the High Tower. They will guide you there and protect you as best they can from the dangers of the caverns.

  “Thank you,” Luke said, inclining his head. “It appears that the Qom Jha are indeed worthy of our assistance.”

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sp; The Qom Jha are pleased to be so considered, Eater Of Fire Creepers said. The way is long, though, and for beings without flight the journey to the entrance will require several suncycles. When you reach the place and are prepared to enter, send word back and other hunters of the Qom Jha will join you to serve as protectors.

  “That will be most helpful,” Luke said. “Again, I thank you.”

  “And I’ll want my blaster and lightsaber back, too,” Mara added.

  They will be returned at once, Eater Of Fire Creepers promised. We will speak again, Master Walker Of Sky. Until then, farewell.

  He dropped from the ceiling and flapped away into the darkness beyond the reach of the glow rods, followed by the rest of the Qom Jha. A minute later, only Child Of Winds and their three Qom Jha guides remained.

  “That seemed to work out all right,” Mara commented.

  “It did indeed,” Luke agreed. “I take it all back.”

  “Take all what back?”

  “Whatever doubts I might have had,” he said. “You were brilliant. How soon can you be ready to go?”

  “I’m ready now,” Mara said, running a critical eye over him. “But then, I’ve just been sitting around for the last two weeks with nothing to do but count rocks. The question is whether you’re up for a hike or if you’d rather take a few hours to rest up fast.”

  The droid warbled feelingly. “I think Artoo’s voting for a rest,” Luke said with a smile. The smile faded. “But, no, I think we ought to get moving as soon as we can. You heard the Bargainer—we’ve still got a long way ahead of us.”

  “And you’ve got a million better things to do back home,” Mara said, feeling a fresh surge of guilt.

  “I didn’t say that,” Luke said mildly.

  “Doesn’t mean it’s not true,” she growled. “Look, if you want to leave, I’m sure the Qom Jha and I—”

  “No,” he said quickly.

  Quickly; and just a little too sharply. “Someone step on your foot there?” she asked, eyeing him curiously.

  But if there had been any clues in his expression, they were buried now. “I need to be here,” he said quietly. “Don’t ask me why.”

  For a few heartbeats they gazed at each other. Mara stretched out with the Force, but Luke’s emotions weren’t giving away anything more than his face was. “All right,” she said at last. “Let me get my pack. I don’t suppose Karrde thought to send a spare glow rod along with you.”

  “As a matter of fact, he sent three,” Luke said, crouching down beside his pack and pulling one of them from an outside pocket. “Oh, and I should refill these water bottles before we leave. You said there was a stream nearby?”

  “It’s right over there,” Mara said, waving that direction as she stepped over to her pack and squatted down beside it. “Hang on a second and I’ll show you.”

  No, she wouldn’t ask, she decided as she secured the seals. Not now. But she would find a way to bring up the subject again later.

  Because whatever it was, it was something that had Luke worried. And anything that worried a Jedi Knight was something that deserved very careful attention indeed.

  “Okay,” she said, getting to her feet and slinging the pack over one shoulder. “Follow me. And watch your step.”

  CHAPTER

  7

  “That’s it,” Han said, nodding out the Falcon’s viewport. “Pakrik Minor. Not much to look at, is it?”

  “It’s beautiful,” Leia assured him, gazing out at the speckled blue-green world looming in front of them. A vacation. A real vacation. No Coruscant; no politics; no Caamas issue; no ancient vengeances and smoldering wars. Not even any children, droids, or watchful Noghri underfoot. Just her and Han and silence. “Farms and forests, you said?”

  “That’s all there is,” he promised. “And we’re going to get a little of both. Sakhisakh called while you were at the closing ceremonies and said they’d found a nice little inn run by a farm family right at the edge of one of the forests.”

  “Sounds wonderful,” Leia said dreamily. “Did he give you any more grief about him and Barkhimkh having to wait for us at the spaceport?”

  “Oh, they’re still not happy about leaving us alone like this,” Han said with a shrug. “Especially not after that riot on Bothawui. But they know how to obey orders.” He smiled slyly. “And I think he felt better when I told him we’d be running under a fake ID.”

  Leia blinked. “A what?”

  “Yeah—didn’t I tell you?” Han asked, radiating innocence. “I brought along an old smuggler ID to book the room with.”

  She sent him one of her repertoire of patient looks. “Han, you know we can’t do that.”

  “Sure we can,” he said, as usual ignoring the look. “Anyway, you’re supposed to be leaving everything to me, remember?”

  “I don’t remember lawbreaking being on the program,” Leia said. But the tensions were already starting to fade away, and she discovered with mild surprise that the issue of false IDs wasn’t even sending a ripple of guilt through her conscience. Considering some of the things she’d done in her life—including open and active rebellion against a legally established government—this was hardly something to get worked up over. “You wouldn’t get away with it if Threepio was here.”

  “Not without having to listen to a lecture, anyway,” Han said, making a face.

  Leia smiled. “Oh, come on, Han. Admit it—you miss him, too.”

  “I do not,” Han protested. “I just—never mind.”

  “Never mind what?”

  Han grimaced. “Thinking about Threepio makes me think about Karrde; and I still don’t like the idea of him heading off to the Outer Rim with that Shada D’ukal woman. I know you didn’t pick up any treachery when we talked to her, but I still think she’s trouble.”

  Leia sighed. Shada D’ukal, former bodyguard to the smuggler chief Mazzic, who had casually slipped through the Noghri screen around their Manarai Mountain apartment and invited herself into their private strategy session with Karrde and Lando. A potentially powerful ally? Or an equally deadly enemy? “I don’t particularly like it, either,” she told Han. “But Karrde’s a big boy, and it was his idea to take her along. Did you ever get in touch with Mazzic to ask about her, by the way?”

  Han shook his head. “The word’s still floating around the fringe that I want to talk to him, but nothing came through before we left Pakrik Major. ’Course, now it’ll have to wait till we get back.”

  Leia raised her eyebrows. “You mean you didn’t even tell your smuggler contacts we were going to Pakrik Minor? You are serious about this being a vacation.”

  “Nice,” he growled.

  Silence descended on the cockpit. Leia watched Pakrik Minor as it came steadily closer, trying to recover the mood she’d had before the topic of Karrde and Shada had come up. But for some reason the peace refused to come. She stretched out with the Force, trying to calm her thoughts and emotions …

  On the control panel, the proximity warning began beeping. “Crazy hotshots,” Han muttered, frowning at the displays. “What in space do they think they’re doing?”

  And with the shock of a slap to the face Leia suddenly understood. “Han, look out!” she blurted.

  He reacted instantly, old smuggler’s reflexes combining with unquestioning faith in his wife’s Jedi abilities to send the Falcon into a sharp sideways drop—

  Just as a pair of brilliant red laser bolts sliced through space above them.

  “Deflectors!” Han snapped, straightening out of his drop and throwing the ship into another turn.

  Leia had already hit the switch. “On,” she confirmed, keying the weapons panel and taking a quick look at the aft display. There were three small ships back there, starfighter size, firing again as they scrambled to match the Falcon’s maneuvers. No IDs on any of them. “Is this part of the entertainment?”

  “Not on my ticket,” Han gritted. “Thanks for the warning.”

  “You almost didn’t g
et one,” Leia confessed, squeezing off a salvo of shots from the Falcon’s upper quad laser battery. All four shots missed. “I thought the sense nagging at me was just me worrying about Karrde and Shada.”

  “Well, you can start worrying about us if you’d rather,” Han said, throwing the ship into a spiraling loop. “Whoever these guys are, they’re good.”

  “I didn’t want to hear that,” Leia said, keying the comm. Time to call for help from Pakrik Defense.

  But their attackers were way ahead of her. “They’re jamming our transmissions,” she told Han grimly. “Even the private New Republic frequencies.”

  “Like I said, they’re good,” Han grunted, leaning the Falcon into another evasive turn. “You notice they waited until we were too close in to the planet to jump to lightspeed, too.”

  More laser bolts flashed past, closer this time. Leia fired another burst in response, again missing. “They’re too maneuverable for the targeting linkage down here to handle,” she said.

  “Yeah, I know,” Han said. “I’m heading up to the upper quad. Get ready to take over.”

  Leia winced. Up there at the top of the ship, with nothing between him and the attackers’ lasers except the Falcon’s shields and a few centimeters of transparisteel …

  But he was right: one of them had to do it. And even with her Jedi skills to draw on, she wasn’t nearly as good a gunner as he was. “I’m ready,” she said, gripping the copilot’s helm yoke. The only way to protect him now was to make sure none of those lasers connected. “Any suggestions on strategy?”

  “Just try to keep us out of their sights,” Han said, leaning some more on his yoke. Almost reluctantly, the Falcon pulled out of its loop—“Okay; go,” he said, keying control over to Leia’s side and in the same motion sliding out of his seat. “Got it?”

  “Got it,” Leia acknowledged. “Be careful.”

  “Yeah,” Han said, and sprinted out of the cockpit.

  Leia gave him five seconds to get to the ladder, then spun the ship into a dip-and-turn maneuver designed to confuse an attacker into overshooting his target. But their pursuers were too smart to be taken in quite so easily. A glance at the aft display showed they were still there, sticking to the Falcon like starving mynocks. Another salvo shot past, this time a few of the bolts spattering off the Falcon’s deflector shield.