Jedi Apprentice 3: The Hidden Past
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"Thanks for your help," Obi-wan said irritably, deactivating his lightsaber.
"Oh, we help by hiding, Obawan," Guerra assured him. "The Derida brothers are no good on a battle. We'd be in the way."
"Yes, you are so much better at fighting!" Paxxi said, beaming.
Obi-Wan wiped the seat from his forehead with his sleeve. He wished he could feel as enthusiastic as the Deridas about his abilities.
He turned to find Qui-Gon studying him. "You fought well, Padawan," his Master said quietly. "Next time, you will do better. It is time to focus on the now. We achieved our aim here."
"Yes, you found the vault! Excellent!" Guerra exclaimed. He frowned when he took in the fallen Syndicat guards and assassin droids. "This isn't good. We have to leave without the Syndicat knowing we were here. It is better so."
"I'll find a place to hide them," Paxxi said
"Paxxi is good at that," Guerra said.
"We won't ask why," Qui-Gon said with a sigh.
"No, is better so," Guerra agreed. "But first, we should take the armor coats. Might come in handy. Blaster fire seems to follow Jedi."
"You're the one who brought us here!" Obi-Wan cried. He couldn't help being irritated at Guerra. He was beginning to realize how his friend twisted facts to suit his own purposes.
"True, Obawan!" Guerra said cheerfully. "You make a point!"
Paxxi found an equipment room piled with old parts for speeders and various circuits. There was inch-thick dust on the parts and the floor.
"Good," Qui-Gon approved. "The room is no longer used. The guards won't be discovered for quite some time."
Using the floaters and carefully avoiding the remaining disruptor beams, they transported the fallen guards and droids there. They took four armor coats and visors with them and closed the panel door behind them.
"I saw a pen for the floaters by the stairs, so we can leave them there," Guerra said. "Now let's see the vault."
"Let us go first," Qui-Gon directed. "Obi-Wan and I will alert you to disruptor beams."
But before they could take a step, a comlink embedded in one of the coats began to signal.
"Guard check," a voice said. "Guard check. Why were disruptor beams activated?"
Guerra's orange eyes went wide. Paxxi threw a hand to cover his mouth. Qui-Gon frowned.
He found the comlink and activated it, using the Force to respond in a way that would not draw attention. "Routine check. Repeat, routine check. All safe below. Suggest shutting off disruptor security beams on lower level for further check."
"Done."
With a buzzing noise, the disruptor beams retracted.
"Beams retracted," Qui-Gon said.
"End shift," the voice responded. "Leave premises. Lockdown in ten minutes."
"Message received," Qui-Gon responded. He shut off the comlink and looked at the others. "We don't have much time."
"Then we must hurry," Paxxi said.
They hurried to the vault and eased into the wall opening. Obi-Wan gasped. He had thought the room upstairs was grand. This room glittered with treasures. Rich rugs were piles on the floor, one on top of the other. Sleeping platforms were draped with the finest, softest coverlets. Large pillows embroidered in golden and silver thread were stacked next to the platforms.
Qui-Gon prowled, looking at the various boxes and cartons stacked along the wall. "There's enough food and medical supplies here to last for months."
"Music, hologram visuals," Paxxi said, poking into another corner.
"Emergency supplies and weapons," Obi-Wan added, checking the cartons near him.
"It's their sanctuary," Qui-Gon said. "They could last here for months if they had to."
"Here!" Guerra called.
They hurried toward him. A door with a control panel was almost completely concealed in the corner.
"This must be the treasury," Guerra said.
"Well, at least you were right about that," Qui-Gon said.
"All right, break in," Obi-Wan urged. "We don't have much time."
Guerra looked at Paxxi. Paxxi looked at Guerra.
"Of course, Obawan, no problem," Paxxi agreed. "Oops, I lie, not so! Just one problem."
Qui-Gon closed his eyes and took a breath, as if to gather his shredded patience. "What?"
Thy both looked at the floor. "Ah," Guerra said. "So. We told the whole truth, yes. But not the complete whole truth. Yes, we can break in to treasury. So easy! But we need something first. You see, the Syndicat robbed us first. They broke into our hiding place and stole everything! Everything we had spent so much effort and time to accumulate?"