Lando shrugged. "Maybe the energy spiders dug them. To have a place to spin their webs where light wouldn"t hit them."

Leia gave him a scornful look. "You"re saying the spiders evolved on the surface with photoreactive webs then, figuring out that light destroyed their webs, dug out elaborate cavern systems to live in and waited for prey species to begin wandering down there to be eaten?" She shook her head. "The photoreactive nature of the webs is clearly a later adaptation, something that happened once they"d been down in the caverns for thousands or millions of years."

Lando held up his hands, signifying surrender. "I don"t know."

"Lando, there are too many mysteries on Kessel. I spent my time on the trip here doing research. You have tombs on the surface no qualified archaeologist has ever opened. You have avian creatures the size of humans on the surface who have a weird attachment to those ruins. You have caverns that shouldn"t exist and groundquakes that can"t happen. You"ve brought us here to solve your problem, but I think it would be half solved already if you"d put some money into answering those questions years ago."

During Leia"s rant, Lando gradually hunched down, comically drawing his head closer to his shoulders like a sh.e.l.led marine reptile trying to withdraw for defense. "Not many of the avians around anymore," he said. "They"re a dying species."



"Which is all right with you, because they don"t bring any money into the company."

Lando cast imploring eyes on his wife. "Help."

Tendra smiled at him. "Sorry, darling. You"re on your own."

"Oh." Lando straightened, resuming a normal pose. He turned to Nien Nunb. "All right. We need a complete archaeological team here to investigate the tombs. Not big, but fully funded for at least one Galactic Standard year, with a tentative extension of two more years if we like their work. We also need a complete xen.o.biology lab setup and team here, same terms, to study indigenous life-forms other than the energy spiders. Roll the expenses into our losses from the interruption of mining operations." Finished, he looked expectantly at Leia.

She nodded, mollified.

Han snorted. "Well surrendered, General. So lay it out on the table. What exactly do you want from us?"

"I"d like you to go down there. Use your skills and Leia"s Jedi abilities to figure out what the scientific teams I"ve sent down haven"t been able to. Figure out why this is happening."

Han had suspected this would be the request, but foreknowledge didn"t keep it from turning his stomach sour. To go into those tunnels again ... Yet Lando was his friend, a friend in need, a friend who had helped them in very bad times. He glanced at Leia, saw her nod. "Yeah, sure." He hoped his voice didn"t sound as ungracious as he felt.

"Great," Lando said. "So ... what do you need?"

"A vehicle," Han said. "Very small, no bigger than your repulsor-lift mine cars, so we can navigate wherever they go. Packed with sensors. Active, pa.s.sive, as broad a range as possible. And weapons. No energy weapons-I"m talking fragmentation explosives, slug-throwers, whatever you can manage, since the energy spiders can gobble up pretty much any energy output from handheld or small vehicle weapons. Hand weapons, too, in case Leia gets it in her head that she needs to step out of the vehicle."

"Done," Lando said.

"When can you have it ready?"

"It"s waiting at the mine main entrance." At Han"s upraised eyebrows, Lando smiled. "I know your ways, old buddy."

"I guess you do."

"Can I go?" That was Allana, standing at the doorway to the other room-just on the other side of it, half concealed by the doorjamb.

Han and Leia exchanged a look. Leia turned her attention to Allana. "Were you listening at the door?"

Allana hesitated, then nodded. She stepped forward, her movement tentative. "Threepio started telling a story and I got sleepy, but I didn"t want to nap so I moved to where I could listen to you, because you"re more interesting."

"I"m sorry, sweetie." Han gave Allana a look that he hoped was both affectionate and sternly parental. "It"s dangerous. No place for a little girl. You"ll need to stay with Threepio and Artoo and Chance."

"I"d rather be with you."

"I know, Amelia. But it"s not going to happen this time. On a mission, sometimes people serve best by remaining where others know they"re safe. That"s a contribution, too." Han turned back to the others, and the amused, knowing looks on all their faces eloquently said, Not that anyone is ever willing to do that Not that anyone is ever willing to do that.

The vehicle Lando had prepared, resting on the white, dusty soil in front of the mine entrance building, had apparently started its existence as an airspeeder; it had the same low, rectangular frame with a central pa.s.senger compartment that was ubiquitous to that cla.s.s of vehicle.

But this was a hard-top model, and emerging from the center of the roof was a small turret. Protruding from that were twin barrels, one no wider in diameter than Han"s thumb, one wide enough nearly to fit his fist. He recognized them as a slugthrowing blaster and a grenade launcher, ancient designs seldom seen toward the galactic Core but more prevalent in Outer Rim worlds and less-developed planets. The turret looked like a recent patch job; there were signs of new welding around it and the turret, a dull metallic gray, had not been painted tan like the rest of the vehicle. On the metal surfaces over the engine compartment and cargo compartment were other recent additions, blue transparisteel bubbles that housed sensor equipment; they were on patches of metal where paint had been burned away and leads punched through so wiring and connectors could pa.s.s from the sensors into the vehicle"s interior.

Han experimentally rapped on the speeder"s frame and viewports with his knuckles. Both areas returned rea.s.suringly deep thump thumps.

"Armored?" Leia asked.

Tendra nodded. "Used to be a speeder for shuttling visiting dignitaries between the prison and the landing field. It"s old but st.u.r.dy. Sort of like Lando." She winked in her husband"s direction.

Lando shot her a dirty look but addressed Han instead. "The grenade launcher has two modes-two sorts of ammunition. The switch is on the weapons-control yoke. One mode is fragmentation explosives, very nasty. Be at least fifty meters away from one of those when it goes off, even if you"re inside the vehicle. The other is a decoy we came up with for dealing with the spiders in a nonviolent way. Fires a flying drone with a very powerful heat package in it, gives off an energy signature brighter than a squad of miners. It automatically steers to avoid walls and has a flight duration of about a minute. Fire it off, let the spider chase after it, and go the other way."

"Well, it"s no Falcon, Falcon," Han said. "But it"ll have to do."

Inside, piled on the rear seat, were thermal suits, infrared goggles, spare breath masks with numerous replacement oxygen canisters and batteries, extra energy packs for the thermal suits, cases of food and water, and backpack weapons firing ammunition similar to the vehicle"s turret systems.

Han caught Lando"s eye. "How long do you actually expect us to stay down there?"

"As long as you want or need to. I actually packed the vehicle for myself. Over the last couple of weeks, Nien, Tendra, and I have all taken her down there, looking for a cause for the trouble and planting sensors for the seismologists. With no luck."

"Fair enough." Han took a deep breath, trying to dispel memories of the desperate flight he, Chewbacca, and Kyp Durron had taken through those shafts and tunnels more than thirty years before. It didn"t help. "Let"s go."

Clad in thermal suits-pallid yellow jumpsuits of a slick, heat-retentive cloth, further warmed by a network of tubes laced through the surface-and breath masks, Han and Leia boarded the speeder, Han at the controls. In moments, the pa.s.senger compartment pressurized and they could remove their breath masks. They gave one last wave to the Calrissians and Nien Nunb; then Han started the vehicle"s motivators and set it into forward motion.

Ahead was the building surrounding the main mine entrance. Han followed its old rail tracks to the door, which obligingly rolled open before them. Once through, Han activated the speeder"s external lights.

They illuminated a vast single chamber, its ceiling crisscrossed with metal beams with mobile winches hanging from them. There was no floor, just a crater, a gigantic bowl cut out of the gray-white stone, vanishing into darkness at its deepest point, the exact center. The rail tracks led straight down the hole.

His shoulders riding up and going rigid with tension, Han followed the rails. In moments, the angled bowl dropped out from beneath them and they descended on repulsors alone down a vertical shaft that seemed endless.

JEDI TEMPLE, CORUSCANT.

AS K KENTH H HAMNER SETTLED MORE AND MORE INTO THE ROLE OF INTERIM SETTLED MORE AND MORE INTO THE ROLE OF INTERIM Master of the Jedi Order, he began rearranging things to suit himself, to increase his comfort and efficiency in the position. Master of the Jedi Order, he began rearranging things to suit himself, to increase his comfort and efficiency in the position.

For example, morning briefings. Each day after breakfast was served and consumed, he stood in the Great Hall and allowed the Jedi to gather so he could catch them up on all the news he felt he could distribute. Perhaps sending files to all their datapads would have been more efficient, but he liked to see reactions and get immediate responses. Of course, the observers now stood among the Jedi, an odd contrast in their mix of dress-some civilian, some in day wear comfortably resembling their old military uniforms, some in the current uniforms of Galactic Alliance Security or Intelligence divisions.

This day, Master Hamner began, "As you may have heard on this morning"s HoloNet News broadcast, there are rumors that the government is preparing a case against Jedi Valin Horn for criminal actions and damages caused by recent events. We will, of course, resist these proceedings, as it is clear that Jedi Horn was, and remains, of diminished capacity. Both the government and the Jedi Order agree that qualified a.n.a.lysts of mental disorders must be allowed to examine Jedi Horn to evaluate the relevance of his mental state; we are in the process of deciding on specialists agreeable to both sides."

He consulted his datapad, then looked around, his manner more stern. "On another matter, I will not single out anyone for direct disapprobation, but it is clear that some of the Jedi Knights have been indulging in behavior that makes it more difficult for their observers to do their jobs. Though the Order approves of pa.s.sive resistance in circ.u.mstances of civic unrest, it is not appropriate for Jedi themselves to perform pa.s.sive resistance against rules agreed to by the Order itself. This will be my last warning unaccompanied by corrective measures.

"Speaking of observers, former Jedi Tahiri Veila has flatly refused to allow her observer to accompany her. Veila"s unusual legal status makes her opposition to the government regulation an interesting one, and the Temple"s own lead counsel has accepted her case as she and the government countersue each other.

"Master Sebatyne, Jedi Sarkin, Jedi Tekli, please report to me for new a.s.signments. That is all."

As the a.s.sembly broke up, Jaina ducked around a column, the better to remain unseen by her observer, and made her way stealthily to a back set of stairs. Moments later, she was two levels down and entering a conference room little-used because of its low ceiling and un-invitingly dark wall color.

Jag, inside, waited until the door was sealed behind her before taking her in his arms. "You"ve shaken your pursuit."

"He"s so ... friendly. It would be a shame to kill him." It was a joke, but even in jest, the notion of cutting down Dab, who so resembled her brother Anakin, of killing in a sense a second brother, sent a shudder through her. "This has got to end."

"The sneaking around?"

"Oh, I"m fine with the sneaking around." She smiled, her humor restored. "But to actually be followed while while I"m sneaking around, I hate it." I"m sneaking around, I hate it."

"You could always resign from the Order, come away with me to the Empire, and set up that rival Jedi school."

"Stop saying that. It"s beginning to tempt me." She spoke in a more serious tone. "Jag, I"m the Sword of the Jedi. I"m the defender of this Order, not of some rival Order, some start-up school. My fate is here."

"Your fate was that you would live a restless life and never know peace. How can you accept that for yourself?"

"What if I didn"t? What if I had rejected it, retired as a Jedi, decided to enjoy myself after the Dark Nest mess? I"d have been off on a vacation world when Jacen became the force he turned into. What if I was the only thing that could stop him, and I never did?"

"It didn"t happen that way."

"No, but the next one might. If I just shed my responsibilities and run off to the Remnant to play schoolteacher, what happens when the Sword is needed next?" Something occurred to her. "You want to spend more time with me? Over the years, instead of just the next few days or weeks?"

"You know I do."

"Then resign as the Head of State of the Empire. There are plenty of men and women eager to take that that position." position."

He was silent a long moment. "I ... can"t."

"Because it"s your your responsibility." responsibility."

His "Yes" was almost inaudible.

"So don"t try to convince me to abandon mine."

"All right."

"We"ll try to make this work. If we can"t ... well, at least we"ll have this time."

He leaned down to kiss her, but her comlink beeped, a distinctive pattern of two-then-two tones. Jaina sagged and she let her forehead thud down into his chest.

"What is it?"

"Dab. The observers all have to run checks on their Jedi twice a day, at random times, to make sure we"re where we"re supposed to be. I have to run upstairs and show him I"m still here."

"I could kill him for for you." you."

"I said it before-don"t tempt me."

ABOARD JADE SHADOW, DORIN s.p.a.cE.

Ben decided that Dorin was just about the ugliest inhabited planet he could remember, and he had seen quite a lot of them. It was also one of the strangest star systems in his experience. Even after having read up on it in advance of arrival, he found that foreknowledge did not reduce the effect of seeing the system through Jade Shadow Jade Shadow"s viewports.

The Dorin sun was a small, orange thing, and it was situated directly between two large and proximate black holes. The net effect, looking at the system from a stopping point less than a light-year away, was of seeing a dim and distant light illuminating a precarious path with bottomless cliffs on either side. Except Ben, smoothing down the hair on the back of his neck, did not perceive the black holes as dangerous drops, but as lifeless eyes staring at him. "Kind of gets to you, doesn"t it?"

His father looked up from the task of inputting the last hypers.p.a.ce jump. Calculations here had to be very precise. Situated between two such powerful gravity wells, the Dorin system was very complex, and any mathematical error was even more likely than usual to endanger a ship.

Luke nodded. "Black holes are an interesting astronomical phenomenon to scientists, and a vaguely unsettling image for most other people ... but Force-users and Force-sensitives have a real dislike or dread of them."

"Why?"

His father shrugged. "The Force derives from life. Even death is not all that disturbing to a Force-user, since it is a part, a necessary consequence, of life. Black holes are something else. A cessation outside of life. Maybe the way they draw in all energy and trap it forever runs against our instincts. I"m not sure. I do know that the Force-sensitive children we hid at Shelter during the Yuuzhan Vong War did not not like being in the Maw, surrounded on all sides by black holes. You"re too young to remember, but the Jedi caretakers at Shelter said there was a lot of crying." like being in the Maw, surrounded on all sides by black holes. You"re too young to remember, but the Jedi caretakers at Shelter said there was a lot of crying."

"Did I do a lot of crying?"

"I don"t think so. You were pretty much shut off from the Force in those days."

"Well, good."

Luke grinned and returned his attention to his calculations. "Ready to jump in ten seconds ... five, four ..."

When s.p.a.ce untwisted around them, they were well within the Dorin system. The sun ahead was bigger but no more cheerful, and its dull hue seemed almost dirty. Ben could see stars above and below the sun, but looking rightward and leftward through the yacht"s ports, there was nothingness, no welcoming gleam of stars. He suppressed a shudder.

It took a few minutes for Luke to raise Dorin starship control on the comm. The distant officer spoke Basic with an odd, slightly m.u.f.fled accent, but she rapidly authorized Luke to land his craft at the s.p.a.ceport in the capital city of Dor"shan and a.s.sured him that replacement air bottles for his breath masks were readily available for purchase.

As Dorin grew in the forward viewport, it became no more appealing to Ben. Dark and mottled, it had a gloomy aspect to it. But he reached out with the Force and felt no such emotion emanating from it. In fact, it was as alive as any low-population world he had visited, and far cheerier under the surface than the malevolent Ziost. He relaxed. Dorin was not a place of hidden dread and evil intent.

They slid through a murky atmosphere and descended toward a twilight city of buildings that were small and isolated by Coruscant standards. Many were domes, ziggurats, trapezoids-all forms much wider at the base than at the summit, and Ben was reminded of what he had read of this world, that its architecture and even, to some extent, the abilities of the Baran Do Sages had developed in response to the ferocious storms that frequently swept across the planet"s surface. Ben decided that these squat, unlovely buildings were ideally suited to a population that needed to hunker down and wait out bad weather.

And perhaps they weren"t so unlovely after all. Even from a great alt.i.tude, he had seen the city as a sea of lights blazing in many colors, and as they got low enough to glimpse details on the face of the buildings illuminated by those lights, Ben saw the Kel Dor geometric and organic patterns painted onto those buildings, disguising their rudimentary shapes with patterns of well-matched colors. Some structures bore tawny browns and golds in color waves that suggested sandstorms, while others were in dappled aquatic hues that would probably half convince someone standing beside them that he was resting at the bottom of a shallow bay.

Then they were over the s.p.a.ceport. Each building had a domed terminal or hangar, with simple arrows on the roofs pointing to a specific landing circle or set of circles. Luke set the Jade Shadow Jade Shadow down on a circle of permacrete next to a smaller white and tan dome. Then he taxied slowly on repulsorlifts, following blinking lights embedded in the permacrete surface, into the adjacent domed hangar, whose doors slid closed and sealed once the yacht was settled. Inside, the hangar was well lit but bare. down on a circle of permacrete next to a smaller white and tan dome. Then he taxied slowly on repulsorlifts, following blinking lights embedded in the permacrete surface, into the adjacent domed hangar, whose doors slid closed and sealed once the yacht was settled. Inside, the hangar was well lit but bare.

Ben unbuckled and rose. "This place isn"t as ugly as I thought at first."

"No, it isn"t." Luke pointed at Ben"s seat. "Sit."

"Huh?"

"Postflight checklist."

"Oh." Exasperated, Ben sat again and brought up his checklist on the monitor. "Engines cooling within standard rates. I notice there"s no one here."

"No one here, check."

"Running engine diagnostics now. And the hangar doors are ..." Ben bounced a comm query from his control board to the hangar"s. "Locked. We"re locked in."

"Locked in, check."

"Stop that."

Luke smiled. "We"re supposed to stay here until they complete a routine inspection."

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