Jedi Quest 8: The Changing of the Guard (звёздные войны) Read online

  Obi-Wan stifled a sigh. He could see why Anakin had a hard time with Ferus. Ferus always said the correct thing. Obi-Wan preferred the spontaneity of his own apprentice.

  "I sense your impatience," Ferus went on. "You think I only say the correct thing just to impress you or my Master."

  "I don't think that," Obi-Wan said. "Well, not exactly."

  "Can I help it if the Jedi wisdom I have learned by rote speaks to my heart?" Ferus asked. "I don't say things because they will please you. I say them because I feel they are true. It's always been that way, from my earliest memory of the Temple. When I was taught, it was as though I already knew. Every Jedi lesson seemed to fit a groove inside my mind that had already been worn. It was why learning was so easy for me."

  "You have a great connection to the Force," Obi-Wan said. "No doubt that is why."

  "So does Anakin," Ferus pointed out. "Far greater than mine. I can see that. Yet he did not have the problems I did at the Temple. He has made great friends there."

  Obi-Wan was surprised. "But you were popular in your class. Everyone looked up to you."

  "Yes, I was the one whom everybody liked, but whom nobody wanted to talk to. I was welcome at every table in the eating areas, but not invited to any particular one. Everyone was my friend, but nobody was my particular friend." Ferus picked some grass and let it fall idly through his fingers.

  "I've heard the names they call me. A tunic stuffed with feathers and the Force. The ruler of Planet Dull."

  Obi-Wan frowned. He had not known these things.

  Ferus waved a hand. "It's all right. It's all true, isn't it? I've never been able to joke like the others. I know I can be pompous, too correct. I never learned how to tease the other students. They came to me for help with their studies, they looked to me for answers, but no one wanted to be my friend. Not my true friend, the way Anakin has Tru Veld and Darra."

  Was it a trick of the moonlight, or did Ferus suddenly look younger than his years? Usually, he looked much older. His noble features and the streak of gold in his dark hair had given him a look of maturity early on.

  But now he looked uncertain, questioning. Young.

  "You will find friendships later in life," Obi-Wan said, after a pause. "Friendships are hard to maintain for the Jedi. It is why we treasure them. Let go of your longing, and what you want will come."

  "Or else I am meant to stay the way I am," Ferus said. "I wish I had what Anakin has. His connection to the Force is strong, yet he also connects to beings very strongly."

  "Yes," Obi-Wan agreed. "I've seen this. It's something Qui-Gon Jinn had, too."

  "I know that Anakin will never be my friend. He knows I fear for him.

  I give him warnings when I know I shouldn't, when I know it's none of my business. So he resents me. I thought in the beginning… since I was a little older… that I could tell him things that other students couldn't.

  It's just I see things a fellow student would see."

  Here it was. Ferus had been leading to this. He wanted to tell him something. Obi-Wan felt impatient with him, but he calmed the impulse. He felt protective of Anakin. Ferus didn't understand him. He had always been the correct student, the one who did everything right. He could not begin to know the fears and regrets Anakin had to deal with.

  "And what do you see, Ferus?"

  "I fear for him," Ferus said quietly. "To admire him and feel fear for him at the same time didn't make sense to me. It took me a long time to understand why I feared for him. I wanted to be sure there was no envy in it."

  "Do you envy him?" Obi-Wan asked.

  "I suppose all the students do, in a way," Ferus said. "He is the Chosen One. But what worries me is his will." Ferus hesitated. "His power is so great that he thinks his judgment is as well. You saw his arguments tonight. He sees something is right, so therefore he must do it. He argues against you without hearing you. He thinks he can change situations, beings. Maybe he can't do it alone, not yet. But someday he will. Should we trust someone who always believes he speaks with the voice of absolute right?"

  That is it, Obi-Wan thought. That is what I see. What surprised him was that it was coming out of the mouth of one of Anakin's peers, a boy only a year or two older than Anakin, someone who had only been on a couple of missions with him.

  Ferus is always watching me, Anakin had told Obi-Wan resentfully.

  And so Ferus was. But Ferus's mature judgment surprised Obi-Wan.

  Surprised him and irritated him, he had to admit. Ferus did not allow for the goodness of Anakin's heart. He did not see how hard Anakin tried. He did not know that Anakin questioned himself all the time.

  "You are very observant, Ferus, but you must accept that I know him better than you," Obi-Wan said carefully. "Anakin can be arrogant. I know that. But he is also learning and growing. He is respectful of his great power. He does not abuse it. He is younger than you, but he has seen much injustice, many terrible things. I do not think it so wrong that he wants to change things. You must understand that it isn't ambition that drives him. It is compassion."

  Ferus nodded slowly. "I will think about what you said." He stood.

  "Please know that I say these things only because he is the Chosen One, and the stakes are so high. Good night, Master Kenobi."

  "Good night," Obi-Wan said.

  He could have said more, but it wasn't appropriate to debate Anakin's character with another apprentice. He would have to sift through Ferus's words and ponder them. He would have to let go of his impulse to protect Anakin and search for the truth in what Ferus had said. Ferus had touched on his own fears, and he needed to think about that.

  He breathed in the night air. Not tonight, he decided. He valued his new confidence in Anakin. He needed to guard it. He needed to forget what he feared, just for a little while longer. He wanted to treasure what he had.

  Chapter Nine

  They could see the lights and hear the noise before they even passed through the security check. Teda's villa was ablaze with colored laserlights. Tableaus of different worlds renowned for their natural beauty were arranged on the grounds. Each scene was a small-scale replica of that world's greatest landmarks.

  "Dremulae, Off-Canau, Xagobah, Belazura," Ferus said, naming the worlds as they walked by. Native flowers from each of the worlds wafted delicate scents into the air. Servers walked about with repulsorlift trays carrying an array of native foods.

  The biggest tableau was for Romin itself. A small-scale replica of Eliior had been built out of massed flowers. There were models of Teda Park, the Teda Institute for Advanced Study, and the Roy Teda Colored Fountain of Lights. At the party, the Cloudflower Wall was actually fashioned out of cloudflowers. To reach the Romin display, the guests walked under a large arch upon which laserlights spelled out the message THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WORLD OF ALL WORLDS.

  The party was crowded with Romins and others who lived in the palace district, all dressed in their finest. The Jedi had likewise worn the rich robes of the Slams, wanting to blend in. Siri had chosen a shimmersilk sleeveless tunic in colors that shifted from blue to green to silver as she moved, the colors of the sea as the day moved from dawn to twilight. She had refused to wear the matching green slippers, however, pulling on her travel boots instead.

  "Just in case I have to run from Teda," she said.

  Obi-Wan felt awkward wearing a heavy septsilk tunic in one of the purple shades that Slam was so fond of. It was heavy and stiff, embroidered with gold thread and tiny jewels. Anakin and Ferus had dressed in less elaborate fashion, pulling on simple tunics in navy and gold.

  "The security is tight," Obi-Wan said as his eyes noted the many agents, some overt and some secret, in the throng.

  "Just what we'd expect," Siri said. "Joylin told us that the door to his study won't be armed."

  "Let's hope he's right. But first, we'd better say hello to our host."

  "Do we have to?" Siri groaned.

  It wasn't easy to find Teda in the crush of the c
rowd. They bumped into Becka, the officer who had checked them in at the spaceport. He greeted them happily, with a flushed face and outstretched arms.

  "My new arrivals! How glad I am that you are here! Have you tried the delicacies from the different worlds? Can I get you a plate of food?"

  "We're looking for Great Leader Teda," Obi-Wan said. "We'd like to thank him for his hospitality."

  "I saw him in the house," Becka said. "He checks every detail. How lucky we are to have such a leader! Let me take you to him."

  Becka led them quickly through the throng. The grand palace was decorated as lavishly as the grounds. Banks of flowers were massed in the hallways. Tables with punch and food were set up in every corner. Different bands of musicians played in different rooms, so that the hallways were a mass of noise in which one couldn't pick out a single tune. It was as though one party wasn't enough for Teda. He had to pile ten parties on top of one another to make one big extravaganza. There was so much food and drink and music and so many flowers that guests lurched about in a daze, as though they were droids with overloaded sensors.

  They saw Teda's broad back ahead. Obi-Wan heard his voice above the crowd. He was berating a server in a white tunic.

  "You were instructed not to serve the dame apple turnovers until after the skewered runis!" he said. He wasn't shouting, but the words were hissed in such white-hot anger that they seemed charged with turbo power.

  The server's face now matched his tunic. "I was told in the kitchen — "

  With a casualness that shocked Obi-Wan to the core, Teda lifted a small electrojabber and struck a hard blow against the server's knees. The server crumpled, eyes wide. He knew better than to cry out against the pain Becka, too, went pale.

  "Our leader, so forceful, so strong," he murmured. "How lucky we are to have him." Becka backed away and disappeared into the crowd.

  Obi-Wan didn't blame him. In a world ruled by an unpredictable tyrant, citizens had to rely on an instinct for flight to stay healthy.

  Teda turned. Obi-Wan was surprised again. There was no sign of anger on his face, just a slight tautness around his mouth. It was as if the rage had never existed.

  He held out his arms to the Jedi. "Welcome, Slams! Now the party can begin! Have you eaten? Have you met new friends?" He came forward and put his arms through Obi-Wan's and Siri's. It took an effort for Obi-Wan to allow it. He knew Siri felt the same.

  Other servers had rushed to help their fallen comrade. They half carried, half dragged him toward the kitchens.

  "The theme of the party is paradise," Teda continued. "I've gathered all the best of the galaxy for the citizens of Romin. Even though the best of the best is already here, ha-ha!"

  Not all the citizens. Only the ones that you favor, Obi-Wan thought as he said, smiling politely, "Thank you for inviting us."

  Teda withdrew his arms from theirs. "Now, don't get stuck talking to an old man like me. Go enjoy yourselves!" He smiled at Siri meaningfully.

  "I will check on you later."

  Teda hurried over to greet some new arrivals.

  "I can't believe what I just saw," Ferus said. "He hit that server with an electrojabber with no more emotion than if he were swatting a squeeterfly."

  "And you doubt that we are doing the right thing in helping the revolt?" Anakin asked.

  Siri changed the subject. "Ferus and I will check out the security on the target," she said.

  "I'll check out the perimeter of the palace," Anakin said. "We should map out an escape route just in case. Let's remember: We don't have much time."

  That left Obi-Wan without much to do. Joylin had told him that he could not attempt a theft of the codes until after midnight. He had time to kill.

  He moved through the crowd, hoping for a glimpse of Jenna Zan Arbor.

  He didn't know if he would approach her, but he wanted to keep tabs on her, just the same. He wondered what her relations with Teda were. It seemed from the files he'd read that Teda had invited her to come to Romin after she was forced to flee Vanqor. Was there a connection to Omega? Had Omega pressured Teda to invite Zan Arbor?

  Obi-Wan drifted toward a table with assorted drinks. He chose a glass of juice made from the native quint-berry fruit of Romin. He took a sip and made a face. It was very sweet.

  Joylin had given him explicit instructions on where to find the codes and where the security triggers would be. Joylin was counting on Slam's conning expertise to get past the guards. Obi-Wan would simply use the Force. If he was lucky, he could be back in the villa very soon after the theft. But if the revolt really did take place that night, he would go another night without sleep.

  Suddenly, his senses went on alert. A young man with a tired, handsome face was heading toward the drinks table.

  Obi-Wan knew that face from text docs he had studied. He did not need the Force to warn him.

  He looked around. There was nowhere to go.

  "Hey, a fellow thirsty traveler," the man said to Obi-Wan, pouring a glass of juice. "Some party, huh? I'm Slam."

  Chapter Ten

  Obi-Wan thought quickly. By the open, unguarded look on Slam's face, he doubted that Slam knew someone was impersonating him.

  "I've only just arrived," Slam said in an amiable way, leaning back against the bar and sipping his juice. He made a face. "Whoa, sweet. Just like my landing spot."

  "So you like Romin already?" Obi-Wan asked.

  Slam gave a half smile. "Let's say it likes me. The rest of the galaxy isn't too… welcoming. Hey, nice tunic."

  If Slam had noticed that Obi-Wan hadn't given his name, it clearly didn't concern him. Obi-Wan imagined that in Slam's universe, many beings did not use names or discuss their occupations.

  "I just got here yesterday myself," Obi-Wan said. Slam waved a glass of juice at the throng. "Interesting party."

  "Paradise, I hear," Obi-Wan said. "At least, that's the theme."

  Slam laughed. "Well, it looks like paradise to me. It was a rough trip for me and my friends."

  So his gang is here, too. They must have escaped again. Tyro told us that escapes are common now. / have to warn the others.

  "I'm supposed to meet Teda tonight. And pay the usual bribes, I'm sure things seemed a bit disorganized at the landing platform. They were having trouble with comm transmissions."

  Joylin, Obi-Wan realized. They had started to disrupt communications.

  "We never got a chance to get our official entry docs," Slam continued. "So, what's the Great Leader like?"

  Obi-Wan spoke lightly. "Oh, he's just your average everyday dictator."

  "So I hear. But for beings like me, your average everyday dictator comes in handy."

  "A word to the wise, though," Obi-Wan said casually. "I wouldn't try to meet him tonight. He's in a bad mood. I just saw him use an electrojabber on a waiter."

  Slam winced. "Ouch. Thanks for the tip. Well, I think I'll try the food tables instead, then."

  The real Slam moved off.

  Obi-Wan glanced at his chrono. He had barely ten minutes before he had to lift the codes. He had to find the others. The party was over for the Jedi.

  Ferus spoke quietly, incredulously, to Anakin. "Are you seeing what I'm seeing?"

  Anakin gulped. "I think so."

  "She's… flirting."

  "It looks like it."

  "She's… flattering people."

  "Yes."

  "And she's… smiling."

  "It's not just that she's smiling," Anakin added, in the interest of accuracy. "She's gushing."

  Siri stood in the middle of a group of admirers. Someone had tucked a bright red flower behind one of her ears, and, as Ferus had hissed to Anakin in a fierce undertone, Siri left it there! Anakin watched as she placed a hand on a security officer's coat sleeve and leaned over to whisper in his ear. He leaned back and roared with laughter.

  Whoever would have believed, Anakin thought in amazement, that Siri Tachi could be charming?

  It was a night of wonders. His o
wn Master was wearing a cloak with jeweled embroidery and pretending to love parties.

  He had to laugh at the look on Ferus's face. After a moment, Ferus broke down and grinned, too. "I think Siri is just pretending to hate this, " he said. "I think she's enjoying herself."

  "I think you're right," Anakin said. He glanced at his chrono. "We have about seven minutes. We should get into position."

  Just as he said it, Siri said one last remark that caused the group of males around her to laugh uproariously. Then she turned away graciously.