Dark Nest_ The Joiner King Part 2

Instead, Luke asked, "What did Mitt'swe'kleoni tell you?"

Omas shrugged. "He demanded to know why the Galactic Alliance had sent its Jedi-his words-to interfere in a Chiss border dispute. When he saw how surprised I was, he demanded to speak to you."

"This is bad," Mara said. "Very bad."

"I agree," Omas said. "Either he thinks we're all lying-"

"Or he believez our Jedi Knightz have gone rogue," Saba finished.

"In either case, the result will be the same."

"They'll try to solve the problem themselves," Omas said. He ran a hand through his thinning hair. "How hard will this be on them?"

"Our Jedi Knights can take care of themselves," Luke said.

"I know that!" Omas snapped. "I'm asking about the Chiss."

Luke felt Mara's ire rise, but she chose to overlook Omas's tone and remain silent. Now was a poor time to remind him that the Jedi did not expect to be addressed as though they were unruly subordinates.

"If the Chiss take action against them, Jaina and the others will attempt to defuse the situation... for a time," Luke said. "After that, it depends on the nature of the conflict."

"But they won't hesitate to meet force with force," Mara clarified.

"Nor would we ask them to. If the Chiss push things, sooner or later Jaina is going to b.l.o.o.d.y their noses."

Omas paled and turned to Luke. "You need to put a stop to this, and soon. We can't let it come to killing."

Luke nodded. "We'll certainly send someone to-"

"No, I mean you personally." Omas turned to the others. "I know the Jedi have their own way of doing things. But with Jaina Solo leading those young Jedi Knights, Luke is the only one who can be sure of bringing them home. That young woman is as headstrong as her father."

For once, n.o.body argued.

TWO.

A silver splinter shot across the Falcon's bow, three kilometers ahead and hanging just below the clouds, then disappeared into a fog bank almost before Han Solo realized what he had seen.

"Did you see that?" As Han spoke, he kept both hands on the control yoke. With fangs of gray mist dangling beneath a low gray sky and spires of vine-covered yorik coral rising from a floor of undulating forest, Borao was a dangerous planet to map. Deadly, even. "What's another s.h.i.+p doing here? You told me this planet was abandoned."

"It is abandoned, dear." Leia glanced at the console in front of the copilot's seat, then shook her head in disgust at the static-filled array. "The sensors can't get a reading through these ionized clouds, but we know what kind of vessel that was."

"And you say I jump to conclusions!" Despite Han's protest, his heart was sinking. Since the Derelict Planet Reclamation Act had pa.s.sed, there seemed to be more survey s.h.i.+ps in the galaxy than stars. "It could have been a smuggler or a pirate, you know. A place like this would make a good hideout."

Leia studied her display screen for a moment, then shook her head.

"Not a chance. Have a look."

The view from the stern vidcam appeared on his display, showing the k.n.o.bby little cone of a Koensayr mapping skiff. It was in the middle of his screen, dead center.

"He's following us!"

"So it would seem," Leia answered. "The good news is he hasn't been there long, or I'd have seen him. With our long-range sensors blinded, I've had the exterior cam views rotating across my display."

"Good thinking." Han smiled at Leia's reflection in the c.o.c.kpit canopy. She had thrown herself into her role as the Falcon's second in command with the same devotion she brought to everything she did, and now a finer YT-1300 copilot could not be found anywhere. But there was an uneasy tension beneath her regal bearing, a restlessness in her big brown eyes that sometimes made the post seem too small for her. And Han understood. Any woman who had inspired a rebellion and shepherded a galactic government through its infancy might find life a little cramped aboard a tramp freighter-even if she had too much cla.s.s to say so.

"That's what I love about you."

Leia smiled brightly. "Smart as well as beautiful?"

Han shook his head. "You're a really good copilot." He pushed the throttles forward, and the forested ridges below began to flash past in a verdant blur. "Maximize the rear s.h.i.+elds. Koensayr just delivered a fleet of armed mappers to RePlanetHab, so things might get rough."

Leia only stared at the throttles. "Han, what the blazes are you doing?"

"I'm tired of getting kicked around by these RePlanetHab pilots. It makes me look old."

"Don't be ridiculous," Leia said. "You're barely in your mid-sixties."

"That's my point," Han said. "Just because a guy goes a little gray at the temples, people think he's slowing down. They think they can push him around-"

"Han, n.o.body thinks you're slowing down." Leia's voice grew soft.

"You have at least forty good years left. Maybe even fifty, if you take care of yourself."

A prim electronic voice sounded from the comm station behind Leia.

"And may I point out how difficult it would be to see the gray in your hair from another vessel?" C-3PO leaned forward, pus.h.i.+ng his golden head into Han's peripheral vision. "Whatever the reason other pilots have for thinking you've slowed down, sir, I'm quite sure your hair color has nothing to do with it."

"Thanks, Threepio," Han growled. "Maybe you ought to disconnect those vocabulator circuits before someone probes them with a plasma torch."

"A plasma torch!" C-3PO cried. "Why would anyone do that?"

Han ignored the droid and took the Falcon into a wisp of low-hanging cloud. Normally, he would have circled around it to avoid the small risk of hitting one of the strange spires the Yuuzhan Vong had left scattered across the planet. But that would have required a second mapping run around the other side, and they simply did not have the time-not if they wanted to beat these claim jumpers at their own game.

When the Falcon came out the other side without cras.h.i.+ng into anything, their pa.s.senger gasped in relief and pushed his T-shaped head between the seats.

"Captain Solo, there is no sense placing your s.h.i.+p at risk." Ezam Nhor spoke with the mouths on both sides of his arched neck, giving his Ithorian voice a mournful stereo quality. "DPRA regulations state that when two parties file simultaneous claims, the Reconstruction Authority must give preference to the one with greater resources. My people do not have the means to match even a small rehabitation conglomerate, much less one like RePlanetHab."

"You're young, so maybe you don't know this," Han retorted. "But I don't usually obey regulations."

An uneasy wheeze shot from both sides of the Ithorian's throat.

Leia laid her hand over Han's. "Han, I hate losing to these world grabbers as much as you do, but Ezam is right. The Ithorians don't have-"

"Look, we can do this," Han said. A vast fog bank appeared on the horizon, its misty hem dragging in the treetops. "Borao isn't an easy world to map, and we have a big head start."

"And?"

"And the Reconstruction Authority has to log every claim it receives." Han eased the control yoke back and started to climb above the oncoming fog bank. Risking a small wisp of cloud was one thing, but even he would not fly blind through who-knew-how-many kilometers of dense fog.

"If I can talk Lando into sponsoring us, we still have a chance. All we have to do is transmit our map first."

Leia remained silent.

"Okay, so it's a small chance," Han said. "But it's better than nothing. And it's not like we haven't bet on long-shots before."

"Han-"

"Besides, maybe Luke can swing us some support from Cal Omas," he added. "That would-"

"Han!" Leia laid her hand on his and pushed the control yoke forward again, ending their climb. "We don't have time to waste recalibrating the terrain scanners."

"Are you crazy?" He studied the atmosphere ahead with a nervous eye. "You are. You're crazy."

"I thought you wanted to win this thing?"

"I do," Han said. "And to do that, we need to stay alive."

"Captain Solo makes an excellent point," C-3PO said. "Without our sensors working properly, our chances of hitting an abandoned watchtower in those clouds are approximately-"

"Don't quote me odds, Threepio," Leia said. "I need to concentrate."

She focused her attention on the gray curtain ahead, and whorls of fog began to peel away from the center. Han started to make a wisecrack about having a weather-Jedi for a copilot, then recalled what Leia had said to C- 3PO and thought better of it. Her training was still casual at best, and if she said she needed to concentrate, it was probably smart to believe her.

By the time they reached the fog bank, Leia had opened a long channel down the center-a very narrow channel, not much wider than the Falcon itself.

C-3PO's electronic voice split the tense silence. "Oh, my!"

"Quiet, Threepio!" Han barked. "Leia needs to concentrate."

"I'm aware of that, Captain Solo, but the route she is clearing has opened a small path through the ionic interference. We seem to be receiving an insystem comm transmission from Master Durron."

"Take a message," Han ordered. In the canopy reflection, he saw a furrow crease Leia's brow, and blankets of fog started to spill back into the channel. "And stop bothering us!"

"I'm sorry, Captain Solo, that's quite impossible.

The ionic interference seems to be returning, and our reception is too distorted for me to record. If you were to climb a few hundred meters, I could use the static scrubbers to enhance the signal."

"Not now!" The fog closed in completely. Unable to see past the end of the c.o.c.kpit anyway, Han looked over to Leia. "If this is too much-"

"It's not too much, if you'll just leave me alone!" she snapped.

"Do you want to win this thing or not?"

"All right. No need to get touchy."

Han turned his gaze forward, and the fog parted again.

"Much better," C-3PO said. "Thank you, Princess Leia. Master Durron seems quite upset."

Kyp's voice came over the comm speakers, scratchy and distorted.

"... melt your circuits from the inside!"

"Take it easy, kid. You're on," Han said. "And this had better be good."

"When are you going to stop calling me kid?" Kyp asked.

"Soon," Han promised. "Look, we're kind of busy here, so if that's all you need to know-"

"Sorry," Kyp said. "I wish this could wait, but I'm only pa.s.sing through on my way to Ramodi."

"The baradium ring?" Han asked. "I thought Tesar Sebatyne was supposed to handle that."

"Supposed to is right." Kyp paused a moment. "Something came up."

"Bigger than smuggling baradium?"

"Hard to say," Kyp said. "When you're done here, the council needs you and Leia to take over in the Maltorian system."

"Nice of them to ask," Han grumbled into the comm mike.

"That's what I'm doing now," Kyp said. "The council doesn't give orders-especially to you two."

"Could've fooled me," Han said. "What happened to Zekk? Is he okay?"

There was a long pause, and Han thought they might have lost the signal.

"Kyp?"

"Zekk's fine," Kyp said. "But something came up, and he had to leave."

Alarms started to go off inside Han's head. Jaina had told them about the mysterious call that she and the other strike team members had been feeling from the Unknown Regions.

"Listen"-Kyp's voice crackled over the comm-"we didn't want to ask you again, but this is important. RePlanetHab is about ready to start paying Three-Eye off."

"I'll have to talk it over with Leia." Given who was currently trying to steal Borao out from beneath them, Han was not sure either one of them would be eager to help RePlanetHab with its pirate problem.

"Redstar's tribunal ought to be just about over, and we were hoping to catch up with Jaina for a few days before she goes out again."

There was another long silence, and this time Han decided to wait Kyp out. A blurry sliver of green murk appeared at the end of the fog channel that Leia was holding open. Her gaze remained dead ahead. Han hoped that she was actually seeing; that she had not sunk so deeply into her trance, she would fail to notice the hazy stripe of darkness ahead.

Finally, Kyp said, "Uh, seeing Jaina might be a problem."