Jedi Quest 5: The School of Fear (звёздные войны) Read online

  He reached inside the pocket of his tunic and withdrew a small, smooth stone. It was a river rock, a present from Obi-Wan. It had belonged to Qui- Gon.

  The rock was Force-sensitive, but that was not why Anakin reached for it during times of stress. When he rubbed his fingers along the smooth surface, it was as though he was able to draw on Qui-Gon's core of serenity. He thought of cool river water falling over his body, of turning his body like a fish and gliding in the deep green river, and his mind would go still. He and Ferus had to hide their lightsabers in their rooms, and the rock was the only physical connection to his real life.

  A plate suddenly plunked down next to him. The same girl who had smiled at him in the General Information Contest pulled a stray chair over with her foot with the ease of an athlete. She sat down and sniffed appreciatively at her stew, then picked up her spoon. Anakin quickly slid the stone underneath the lip of his bowl, where it could not be seen.

  "So, is this the enriching experience they promised you in the brochure?" the girl asked. "Students who are completely spooked snub you?"

  Her brown eyes twinkled at him. They were deep and warm and reminded him of another girl, more beautiful than this one — a queen, in fact. He saw the same intelligence, the same confidence. That memory more than the girl's friendliness, more than the river stone, dissolved the knot of anger in his belly.

  The girl dug into her food with her spoon and swallowed an enormous bite. "Don't worry. It gets better."

  "It does?"

  She grinned. "You graduate." She stuck out her hand. "Merit Dice."

  He shook it. "Anakin Skywalker."

  "You're in my Political Philosophies class. You don't say much."

  "You do."

  She took another bite. "I have opinions," she said, shrugging. "The teachers think I'm too smart for my own good. Which doesn't matter much, because they don't matter. They won't give any scholarship student a good reference, anyway."

  "Why not?" Anakin asked. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Reymet leaning against a wall. Anakin noticed that Reymet was watching as Professor Aeradin forked up a large bite of lunch. Aeradin was supposed to be patrolling the dining hall, but he had filled up his plate from the buffet. Anakin had noticed that most teachers did this. He guessed that the students' food was much better than what was given to the teachers.

  "Because they only give good references to the elite students," Marit said. She tore off a chunk of bread and dipped it in her bowl, then took a bite. "You should see what happens before graduation. The fathers and mothers and benefactors come, and they give the teachers presents. I mean, real presents. Like a landspeeder. Or tickets on a resort starship. Things like that. And suddenly their little darling winds up as a Senatorial aide.

  " She waved the bread in the air.

  Reymet suddenly reached for a custard tart and darted out of the room.

  Ferus signaled Anakin, then slipped out after Reymet.

  Anakin would have liked to keep talking to this interesting girl, but he and Ferus had agreed to keep Reymet under surveillance. "That's too bad, " Anakin said. "I think I need more tea. Will you excuse me for a minute?"

  Marit shrugged again. "Sure."

  Anakin hoped he hadn't been rude. He gave a quick glance to Professor Aeradin, still smacking his lips over his food, then slipped out the door.

  He saw Ferus at the end of the hallway and hurried up to him.

  "Did you lose him?"

  "He went into a restricted area," Ferus said. He pointed to a door that seemed closed until Anakin noticed that a tiny wedge had been placed between the edge of the door and the wall.

  He leaned over to examine it. It was a small, flexible piece of transparisteel that was almost invisible. When he pushed on the edge, the door opened just enough for him to slip a hand inside. He reached around and felt for the controls. He pressed the button and the door slid open.

  "Pretty clever," he said.

  "It's the teacher's quad, so it's not alarmed," Ferus said. "I wonder what he's doing in there."

  "Let's find out." Anakin hurried through the doorway. As soon as Ferus was through, he positioned the wedge and pressed the button to close the door. It slid almost shut.

  "What if we get caught?" Ferus said. "We could get confined to our rooms between classes. How will we investigate?"

  "Pretty simple. We'll have to avoid getting caught," Anakin said.

  The hallway was empty. They proceeded, making no sound. Teachers'

  offices lined the walls, all of them unoccupied. The teachers were in class or monitoring the students. At the end of the hall was a door marked TEACHERS' LOUNGE. It was slightly ajar. Anakin put his eye against the crack.

  Reymet had the custard tart between his teeth as he slipped a flat disk into a datapad and then placed it in a cabinet marked AERADIN. He closed the cabinet door and then punched several numbers into a pad at the side. Anakin heard a lock click.

  Chewing, Reymet began to absently leaf through some durasheets left on the cabinet. Anakin eased back and motioned to Ferus.

  "So that's how he infiltrated Professor Aeradin's hologram test,"

  Anakin whispered. "He's pretty clever. He must have stolen Aeradin's disk when Aeradin was at lunch."

  Ferus nodded. "He sure knows how to get around security measures. I think one of us should keep an eye on him. He's in two of my classes. I'll do it."

  It was a logical conclusion, but Anakin still felt annoyed. Ferus hadn't really consulted him. It was more like he was thinking out loud. It was typical of Ferus's high-handed behavior, and yet he expected Anakin to cooperate with him without complaint. He knew if he told Obi-Wan this, his Master would brush aside his feelings and say that the mission was more important and that inner balance could not be attained without serenity.

  This was all true, but Anakin would bet on one thing — when Obi-Wan was a Padawan, he didn't have to deal with anyone like Ferus Olin.

  Anakin and Ferus hurried back to the dining hall. They knew that Reymet would be returning as well. Soon the midday meal would be over.

  Students were beginning to gather their things and start for their classes as Anakin entered the dining hall and returned to his table. Marit was gone. He slid his fingers underneath his still-full bowl. So was his river stone.

  Chapter Five

  Obi-Wan was ushered immediately into Berm Tarturi's private office.

  The Senator from Andara had a grand suite hung with delicate curtains of silver and gold shimmersilk. The different flowers of Andara were stitched with bright crimson thread into the fabric. Instead of a desk or table, Berm Tarturi sat on a platform with plush cushions. The platform had a work surface that swiveled up from underneath so that one could recline and work at the same time.

  Tarturi was a large man with a bald head and a flowing black beard. He looked up at Obi-Wan, and the misery on his face was a contrast to the luxurious surroundings.

  "I have heard from them at last." He pushed a datascreen toward Obi- Wan.

  Obi-Wan walked forward to read it. WE HAVE YOUR SON. WAIT FOR FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS.

  On the screen was an image of a tall, muscular boy clutching a blanket around his shoulders. His mouth was twisted in a way that told Obi-Wan he was trying to be brave.

  Obi-Wan felt his fury rise at the sight, but he kept his voice neutral. "Not much to go on," he said.

  Berm dropped his head in his hands. "They are trying to torture me.

  There is a personal vendetta here. I can feel it."

  "Do you suspect who it is?" Obi-Wan asked.

  "It is Rana Halion," Berm said. "I'm sure of it. She's the driving force behind those who wish to overthrow the Andaran trade system. She's the ruler of leria, the next largest planet to Andara. I've known her for years. She's a ruthless politician. She has assembled a secret army and has persuaded several other worlds to join the effort. She is now at the Senate, lobbying for help for her cause. She claims the Andaran system needs two representa
tives in the Senate. She's trying to grab power, nothing more. She says she speaks for the majority of those in the Andaran system. It is a lie! I am the Senator of Andara. She will stop at nothing to get what she wants."

  "She would kidnap a young boy?" Obi-Wan asked. "That is a serious charge, Senator."

  He looked up at Obi-Wan bleakly. "She is a serious person. What are rules and laws to her? I'm positive that she or her supporters have broken into my office and looked through my files."

  "Was security breached?" Obi-Wan asked.

  "No, but I know she was here! Someone was!" Berm insisted. "I'm telling you, she has my son. What are you going to do about it?" Berm's voice had risen shrilly.

  "I am here to find your son," Obi-Wan said calmly. "I will investigate what you have told me. Accusing her without proof would get us nowhere. And you don't want to endanger Gillam."

  Berm slumped back against the cushions. "No, of course not. I haven't brought in Coruscant security because they are so heavy-handed. I knew the Jedi could handle this discreetly. It's just that I fear for Gillam. He thinks he is an adult. He is only sixteen." He glanced at the datascreen and his gaze softened.

  "I know what that is like," Obi-Wan said, thinking of Anakin.

  "We must find him soon," Berm said.

  "Do you have enemies in the Senate?" Obi-Wan inquired.

  Berm shook his head.

  "I find that hard to believe, Senator," Obi-Wan said. "All politicians have enemies."

  "Not me," Berm shot back. "Oh, I suppose I have political disagreements with my colleagues. But enemies? I do not cultivate them."

  "We do not need to cultivate enemies," Obi-Wan said. "They flourish without us." He sensed that Berm Tarturi did not want to answer the question, so he tried a different tack. "Tell me about security at the Leadership School."

  "I demanded a report from them that includes the data recorders from that night," Berm said. He reached over for a holofile. "Here is the report." He thrust it at Obi-Wan eagerly. "Perhaps you can find something in it. I couldn't. I had the best security experts go over it. I chose the Leadership School not only because of its reputation, but because of its security. It rivals the best in the galaxy. How could Gillam just disappear? That's what makes me think that Rana is responsible. She has a planetary treasury to draw on. She could hire the most sophisticated tech team in the galaxy to override the system. Didn't she break in here without tripping the alarm?"

  Obi-Wan took a quick look at the holofile in his hands. "Everything seems in order, but I'll have the analysts at the Temple go over this. How often do you communicate with your son normally?"

  "Almost every night. The school has a contact hour in the evenings.

  Otherwise he is on comm silence."

  Obi-Wan knew this. Students were restricted in use of communication devices except for a one-hour period. It was the time he had set up to speak with Anakin and Ferus.

  "We're very close," Berm went on. "His mother died three years ago."

  Obi-Wan looked down at the security report. "It says here that you last checked in with Gillam over a month ago.

  Berm flushed. "There are many details at the Senate that require my attention. That doesn't mean I'm not close to my son."

  "Did Gillam have special friends at the school?" "Of course. He's very popular."

  "What are their names?"

  Berm looked at him blankly. "Ah… let me see. Hmm. I don't recall.

  The stress of this whole affair has been so great, it's hard to remember every detail…."

  "How about vacations? Where did Gillam spend his?"

  "With me, of course. Unless my duties here prevented him from joining me. Then he would spend vacations at our mountain home on Andara."

  "By himself?"

  "Of course not. There were servants in attendance." Obi-Wan nodded. He was beginning to get the picture of a lonely boy.

  Berm seemed to sense this, for he said quickly, "But he loved coming here to visit me. He was just here a month ago. He wants to be a Senator, like me. We are very close."

  "Of course," Obi-Wan said. "Let me take this message with me, and I'll keep you updated."

  "Anything I can do for my son, I will do," Berm said.

  "I appreciate that, Senator Tarturi," Obi-Wan replied. He believed that the Senator was sincere. But he did not believe that Tarturi had told him everything. Senators were used to concealing some of the truth in order to place themselves in the best light. It was their nature. He needed a clear view of Senator Tarturi's role in the Senate, and he knew just who to ask.

  Obi-Wan tried to access the door to Tyro Caladian's tiny office, but the door stuck after it had slid open only a few centimeters.

  "Tyro?" he shouted inside the crack.

  "Go away," a muffled voice answered.

  "It's Obi-Wan!"

  "Obi-Wan! For star's sake, don't move." Obi-Wan heard the sound of crashing and banging. "I'm coming — oof! Don't… I'm almost there… ah!"

  The door slowly opened, pushed by Tyro. "Can't you…" he puffed"…

  use your Force… to help?"

  Obi-Wan leaned against the door frame, watching. "I'm enjoying this too much."

  Tyro got the door all the way open. He wiped his forehead, where his fur had matted with sweat. "So happy to amuse. Thanks."

  Obi-Wan strolled inside. Tyro's office was filled with plastoid boxes crammed with durasheet documents. More plastoid file boxes were stacked against a wall. Some of the boxes had been shoved against the door, causing it to jam. "What's going on?"

  "I told you I'd get something on Sano Sauro," Tyro said, climbing over a box to get to a holodocument strewn desk. "I requisitioned all the documents in the Senate registry that involve his homeworld. He couldn't seal everything, just his personal docs."

  "All of them?" Obi-Wan asked incredulously. "But he's been a Senator for nine years!"

  Tyro ruefully surveyed the crowded office. "Well, it might take a while. But what can I do for you, Obi-Wan? I'm at your service, as always."

  "What do you know about Berm Tarturi?" Obi-Wan asked. He raised a hand and used the Force to push aside a tower of documents in order to sit down.

  Tyro looked from the ease of Obi-Wan's gesture back to the door he had struggled with. His ears twitched as he sat down. "I sure could use that Force of yours. Think how I could save on maid service. Anyway — Tarturi.

  The one whose son has been kidnapped."

  Obi-Wan was startled. "How do you know that? There's been no official word."

  Tyro smiled, his small, pointed teeth glistening. "Why are you in this office?"

  Obi-Wan inclined his head. "Because you hear everything."

  "What exactly do you need to know?" Tyro said. "I know many things about Senator Tarturi. For example, at the moment he is engaged in the fight of his political career."

  "Who is his biggest enemy in the Senate?" Obi-Wan asked.

  "Are you serious?" Tyro said. "You don't know?" "Why else would I be here?" Obi-Wan asked irritably. "Because I enjoy filing?"

  "Sano Sauro is his biggest enemy," Tyro said. "Sauro?" Obi-Wan felt his pulse quicken. "Tarturi didn't mention him."

  Tyro snorted. "He wouldn't. They are locked in a bitter battle over the redistribution of trade routes. Typical Senate bureaucratic tangle, but for them — it might as well be life or death. It means money, payoffs…

  and reelection. The battle has left them mortal enemies."

  "But why wouldn't Tarturi tell me this?" Obi-Wan wondered.

  "Because Senators never admit they have enemies, Obi-Wan," Tyro said patiently. "Don't you know that by now? It gives their opponents more power if they acknowledge them."

  "Even when his son is missing?"

  Tyro laughed, but the laugh had no humor in it. "His mother could be missing, his wife, and his pet nek battle dog. He still wouldn't tell you everything."

  "So," Obi-Wan said thoughtfully, "if Berm Tarturi was distracted by his son's kidnapping…"
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  "Sauro could profit handsomely," Tyro finished. "The committee is in session right now. If Tarturi misses even one meeting, Sauro could gain the upper hand." Tyro sat up straighter. "Do you think Sauro could be involved?

  " "Does Sauro know Rana Halion?" Obi-Wan asked.

  "The leader of the Andaran opposition? I don't think so," Tyro answered. "But if he did meet with her, it would have to be in secret.