Jedi Apprentice 3: The Hidden Past
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"You were lucky, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon said. "The Force helped you to land safely. No, I can't agree with you about your friend. If someone claims that he is not to be trusted, it is generally a good idea to take note of it. I'm not saying that Guerra is bad, but I'd certainly be wary of such a character."
Suddenly, the ship veered and dipped alarmingly.
"Oops, sorry, very strange space shear," Pilot said. "Too much distracting talking behind me. Time for hyperspace."
The ship shot into hyperspace. Bandomeer disappeared in a rush of stars. Obi-Wan felt a thrill of excitement. He was off on his first official mission.
They were halfway to Gala when a warning light began to blink and beep insistently on the control panel.
"Don't worry," Pilot said. "Just a small fuel leak."
"Fuel leak?" Qui-Gon asked. The beeping suddenly shifted to a loud siren.
"Oops, worry," Pilot said. He shut off the indicator. "I must exit hyperspace and land on the nearest planet to our location." Swiftly, he entered information into the navi-computer. "Not a problem," he continued, whistling through his teeth.
The ship shuddered as it reentered normal space. Immediately, the comm unit came alive.
"Identify yourself!" a loud voice demanded.
"Ah," Pilot muttered. "This world is unfriendly."
"What planet is it?" Qui-Gon asked.
"Closed to outside ships," Pilot muttered.
"Identify or be destroyed!" the voice thundered.
"So find another planet!" Qui-Gun suggested sharply, beginning to lose his patience.
"emergency." Pilot leaned into the comm unit. "we have an emergency on board. And Jedi! It is a Jedi emergency! Asking permission to land?"
"Permission not granted! Repeat: permission not granted!"
Qui-Gon peered through the viewscreen. "Were are we, Pilot? We must be close to Gala. This should be a populated system. There has to be somewhere else to land!"
"Not so!" Pilot cried as he maneuvered the ship with a lurch to the right.
Not so? Obi-Wan heard the expression with a start. His friend Guerra had used it so many times!
"Why not?" Qui-Gon demanded.
Suddenly two starfighters appeared and split off with each other in order to flank them. Laser cannons began to fire.
"Because we are under attack!" Pilot screamed.
Chapter 3
Pilot began to take evasive action as the starfighters screamed toward them. Obi-Wan was thrown against the console.
"I think I can lose them!" Pilot shouted as the ship was attacked by laser fire.
"Stop!" Qui-Gon roared. He threw himself forward and wrenched the control from Pilot's grasp. "Are you a fool? This transport can't outmaneuver two starfighters!"
"I'm a good pilot!" Pilot said wildly. "And can't you use that Force of yours?"
Qui-Gon gave him a sharp look, then shook his head. "We can't work a miracle," he said firmly. "The starfighters are escorting us down. If you don't follow them, they'll blast us right out of space."
Grudgingly, Pilot took the controls again. The starfighters wheeled and flanked them, guiding then down toward the planet's surface. When the landing platform was in view, they waited until they were sure the transport ship was landing, then zoomed off.
Slowly, Pilot set the transport down. Qui-Gon strode to the viewscreens to get a full view of the landing platform. "Assassin droids are surrounding the ship," he reported.
"That doesn't sound good," Pilot said nervously. "I have a couple of blasters and a proton grenade?"
"No," Qui-Gon interrupted. "We will not fight. They're here to guard us until someone arrives. They won't attack us."
"I wouldn't be so sure," Pilot remarked, eyeing them.
"I'm ready, Master," Obi-Wan said.
"Then come." Qui-Gon activated the release lever for the exit ramp. He strode out, followed closely by Obi-Wan. Pilot lurked in the doorway.
The assassin droids turned toward them but their built-in blasters did not fire. "You see, they're here as escorts," Qui-Gon said quietly. "Don't make any sudden movements."
Obi-Wan walked down the ramp, keeping his eyes on the droids. They were killing machines, designed and programmed for battle without conscience or consequence. What kind of world had they landed on?
When they hit the bottom of the ramp, Qui-Gon slowly raised his hands. "We are Jedi?" he began, but his words were cut off by blaster fire. The assassin droids were attacking!
Obi-Wan heard the flap of his Master's cape as Qui-Gon jumped and twisted, landing on a pile of old metal crates nearby. And Obi-Wan was moving too, moving before thought, leaping over the heads of the first line of droids. His lightsaber was already in his hand. He activated it and saw the reassuring blue glow.
He could hear the click and whirr of the droids' joints as the swiveled, trying to get better aim. The Jedi had the advantage of speed and better maneuverability. Obi-Wan found that, using the Force and his own perceptions, he could predict which way a droid would move.
Qui-Gon leaped down from the crate. With one stroke she sliced through three droids. Their metallic heads clattered to the floor and rolled. Their bodies twitched, puzzled, the collapsed.
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