Jedi Apprentice 3: The Hidden Past
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"Me as well, good brother," Paxxi said. The two brother looped their long arms around each other and hugged, their faces close together and smiling.
But Qui-Gon was worried. Guerra was right. They could endanger Obi-Wan with their plan. But did Obi-Wan have his own plan? Had the boy gotten himself into deeper trouble?
Qui-Gon sighed. He would have to wait. He must take no action until he knew what Obi-Wan had in mind.
One of the Jedi lessons Qui-Gon had impressed upon the boy again and again was the necessary activity of waiting. Activity can endanger, he had told him. To wait and to watch is the more difficult task, yet it is one we must master.
If only he had taught himself the lesson as well.
Obi-Wan felt the Force hit him like a wave. The knowledge that Qui-Gon was near gave him courage.
He had worried that Terra might change her mind and appear at the platform to greet Prince Beju. She would recognize him instantly, he was sure. And though he had locked the Prince in storage in the cargo hold, he worried that the Prince would be able to make enough noise to carry beyond the ship. He needed to get Baftu away as soon as possible.
"Welcome, Prince Beju," Baftu said as he approached. "I'm surprised to find you alone. Did you pilot yourself?"
"I thought it best to come alone," Obi-Wan said in a loud voice, hoping that Qui-Gon could hear. "I must confess that I have doubts about this alliance."
Baftu's smile faded. "But we have agreed on all terms."
"Yes, but I risk more than you," Obi-Wan said. "You make grand claims that I must trust you can fulfill. You speak of goods I have not seen." Obi-Wan waved a hand. "You talk of bacta supplies, of a great treasury you will share to help me win back Gala. But I have not seen them.
Baftu's smile was strained. "But of course you shall. To headquarters, then. We can take refreshment, and?"
"No. The bacta first," Obi-Wan interrupted sharply.
"But I have prepared a feast," Baftu said. "We can go over details. Wasn't it you who said you would need refreshment after the journey?"
"Do not bore me with question!" Obi-Wan snapped. "Just obey me. The bacta first. Then the treasury. Or I will bet back on my ship and return home."
Baftu's annoyance was visible. "Did we not agree that it would be better to load the bacta under cover of darkness? If my people see the amount of bacta we have, it could be dangerous for both of us."
Obi-Wan flung the cape over his shoulder. "Can you not control your people, Baftu? Are you afraid of them? This makes me uneasy."
For a moment, Obi-Wan thought that Baftu would strike him down. But the alliance was all important to him. Baftu's small, cunning eyes narrowed, and he forced a smile. "As the Prince whishes, of course. Let us load the bacta."
"Excellent," Qui-Gon said to Guerra and Paxxi in a low voice. "Obi-Wan is stalling for time. We'll have to change our plan. First the treasure, then the warehouses. Alert Kaadi that the Prince will be loading the bacta. And the, follow me."
Chapter 17
Paxxi and Guerra tried their emergency signal to get Duenna's help, but after waiting a few minutes, Qui-Gon determined that they would have to get inside Syndicat headquarters without her.
"But how, Jedi-Gon?" Guerra asked. "Blast our way in? Create a diversion?"
"Let's hope there's some confusion since the Prince is here. Things won't be routine. So we'll just walk in," Qui-Gon said, lowering his dark visor.
They strode past the guard with a nod. The second one was harder. He asked for their order number.
"Prince Beju has changed plans. He wants to load the bacta first," Qui-Gon answered. "Baftu has sent us here."
"Without an order number?" the guard asked skeptically.
"Yes, we'll go in," Qui-Gon said, bringing the Force to bear on the Phindian.
"Yes, go on in," the guard said, waving them through.
The security beams were turned off on the rear entrance, most likely because so many guards were going in and out. They were not challenged as they made their way down the halls toward the staircase to the lower level.
Qui-Gon led them to the secret room and activated the wall shift. Quickly, they headed for the security door.
"Now, it's your turn," Qui-Gon said to Paxxi. He fervently hoped that Paxxi's device would work.
Paxxi jacked into the security panel. Qui-Gon heard a series of electronic beeps. Then he pressed his thumbprint against the transfer register. A beep followed. Then the light turned green, and the door opened.
"It worked, good brother!" Guerra cried. Qui-Gon wished he didn't sound quite so surprised.
The room was filled with treasures. Gems, spice, currencies, rare metals.
"We'll need transport," Qui-Gon said. "We can't get all of this out of the building, so we'll have to hide it."
Paxxi and Guerra hurried back to the holding pen at the staircase to get the floaters they'd hidden there. Qui-Gon stacked the materials. Then they loaded them onto the floaters and took them to the supply closet. The closet could barely hold everything, but they were able to shut the door.