Star Wars_ The Unifying Force Part 43

R2 seconded the protocol droid's stupefaction with a long whistle.

Han growled and rubbed his head.

"So how are we supposed to get inside the thing, if you're telling me that bombs can't?"

Harrar leaned toward the viewport.

"Complete your overflight. Let us see if we can't locate the entrance to the secret pa.s.sageway Jacen and Vergere used to escape from the Well."

As Han banked the Falcon to the west, Leia gazed at the sprawl of vegetation-clad structures below, then pointed toward the extreme southwest projection of the dome.

"Borsk Fey'lya's office would have been right about there." Han sighted down her finger. "Right there, buried under who knows how many tons of yorik coral."

Leia glanced at him.

"I guess the dome has spread out since Jacen was here."

"You could say that."

"An unexpected turn of events," Harrar said.

Han growled.

"I'm getting tired of surprises. There has to be another way in."

"Perhaps the front door," C-3PO said.

"Yeah, we'll just go up and knock," Han said. "Isn't that how you got yourself into Jabba's palace?"

"Actually, Captain Solo-"

"The front entrance may prove problematic," Harrar interrupted.

"Continue your circle, and I'll show you why."

Lit from within by explosions and flashes of lightning, the northern horizon was a towering anvil of black clouds. Han veered east around the two-kilometer-wide dome, and a long elongated tunnel came into view, protruding from the dome. The hemispherical corridor appeared to be made of the interwoven branches of thousands of slender trees.

"The hedge maze," Harrar said. "The ceremonial avenue that leads to the atrium of the Well."

Han laughed.

"A walk in the park. Unless you're going to tell me the hedge is impervious to weapons."

"The hedge is not only as solid and fire resistant as your durasteel, but the trees that comprise it are studded with needle-sharp thorns that range in size from that of your thumbnail to that of your arm. The thorns contain a neurotoxin potent enough to devastate the nervous system of any creature hapless enough to be p.r.i.c.ked by them."

Han tightened his lips in frustration.

"I say we see how it handles a couple of concussion missiles."

"A waste of armament," Harrar said. "Any damage the missiles render, the dhuryam will quickly repair."

"Yeah, well, since you're so smart, you think of a plan to get inside. "

"I already have. How wide is your craft, Han Solo?"

"Twenty-five meters, give or take. Why?"

Harrar took a breath.

"A tight fit. But given your piloting skills I think it can be done."

Leia swiveled her chair around to face him.

"You think what can be done?"

"A flight through the hedge tunnel, directly to the entry portal."

Leia's jaw dropped.

"You can't be serious."

"Princess Leia is correct," C-3PO said as R2-D2 was mewling.

"Please confirm that your statement was in jest."

A slow grin took shape on Han's face.

"He's serious-and he's right." He looked at Leia. "We can do it."

Leia started to speak, but swallowed whatever she had in mind to say and began again.

"Well, you said he'd think of something, and I guess he has."

Han patted her left arm with affection.

"Better tighten up your crash webbing. You, too, Goldenrod."

C-3PO canted his head in apprehension.

"If it's all the same to you, sir, I'd prefer to adjourn to the forward compartment with Artoo."

"Suit yourself. But be quick about it."

Han brought the headset mike close to his mouth.

"Cakhmaim, get yourself to the forward cabin s.p.a.ce with Meewalh."

He sent the Falcon into a broad circle, from which they emerged staring directly down the throat of the hedge tunnel.

"You're sure about this," Leia said while Han was flipping switches on the console.

"No. But luckily we don't have time to think about it."

Han dropped the freighter lower and accelerated. The thorned half circle of mouth grew larger and larger in the viewport. Reflexively, Leia leaned back in her chair and clamped her hands on the armrests.

"Hang on," Han said. "Hang on..."

And suddenly they were inside the maze. But the Falcon wasn't even all the way through the opening when the three of them realized that the ride was going to be worse than they had imagined. The resilient knitted branches knocked the s.h.i.+p harshly from one side to the other. The Falcon rattled and shuddered, in danger of being spun completely around. The longest of the thorns drew prolonged and deafening screeches from the hull. External components groaned and squealed as they were ripped away-cowlings, rectenna, fuel-driver, pressure stabilizers...

And ahead of them, the throat of the hedge maze was closing-narrowing as they watched.

"Fire the concussion missiles!" Han said.

Leia squeezed the trigger, sending one pair, then another streaking down the tunnel, tearing through the thorns and branches and ultimately exploding against whatever const.i.tuted the entrance to the dome.

"Angle the deflectors!"

Leia raised the forward s.h.i.+elds as a boiling torrent of fire and debris came back at them, was.h.i.+ng over the Falcon, stripping away more parts, and scoring and scorching the hull plates. Then, suddenly, the s.h.i.+p broke through to a broad, wedge-shaped causeway formed by the limbs of great trees, whose leaf-bearing branches-now aflame-tangled toward the sky on either side. The foot of the causeway was a hundred meters high, but it tapered to an arrowhead as it rose, forming a thorn-hedged ramp whose point touched the ma.s.sive, ruined hatch sphincter that had long ago enveloped the Great Door of the Senate. Han fought to keep the s.h.i.+p stabilized as it skidded across the former plaza and raced into the second stretch of hedge.

But the durasteel-hard branches prevailed, slowing, then snagging the spasming s.h.i.+p. Stalled, the Falcon came to a final rest angled to one side and ten meters from the missile-damaged entrance. While two of the landing disks were in touch with the paving stones, the entire port side of the s.h.i.+p was upended and held fast by the interlocked branches.

"Guess this is as far as we go," Han said, staring straight ahead, with his hands still clenched on the control yoke.

Leia blew out her breath and swallowed hard.

"Nothing like a quiet arrival."

She, Han, and Harrar freed themselves from the chairs and staggered into the ring corridor, which was strewn with objects that had found their way there from all over the s.h.i.+p.

"We'll clean up later," Leia said.

Han uttered a laugh.

"We could have Threepio do it."

"I was hoping you would say just that, sir," the droid said, as he, R2-D2, and the two Noghri appeared from the forward compartment leaning against the corridor's curving walls for support.

"That would be a delightful ch.o.r.e." R2-D2 began to twitter and toodle in protest. "We'll have no complaints from you, Artoo. If Captain Solo wants us to remain on the s.h.i.+p rather than accompany him into the Well of the World Brain, the least we can do is-R2-D2 razzed loudly. C-3PO straightened in a huff.

"Never satisfied."

"All right, you two, quit arguing," Han said. "Forget the mess.

Just keep the s.h.i.+p warmed up and stick close to the comlink."

Han extended the landing ramp, which didn't drop far before hitting solid ground.

"Once we are inside the Well, we will be safe from ambushes by warriors," Harrar said. "But whatever you do between here and there, Han Solo, you must not kill the shaper. We will need his or her scent markers to get us safely into the Well. I know certain things about the brain, but not enough to incapacitate it."

Han pa.s.sed out thermal charges to the Noghri, then clipped it onto his own belt.

"Just in case we have any trouble persuading it to surrender."

Leia activated her lightsaber and narrowed her eyes.

"And I promised I'd never set foot in the Senate again."

Han nodded at her.

"We've all had to break promises we made to ourselves."

The five of them hurried down the angled ramp and through the slowly sealing breach the concussion missiles had blown in the thick hatch sphincter. The hideously torn membrane opened onto a vast, dimly lit cavern of yorik coral. Han scarcely had time to look around, when fifty or more warriors armed with amphistaffs poured from a narrow corridor in the curved wall opposite the hatch. Someone shouted commands in Yuuzhan Vong that needed no translation. A flock of whizzing bugs and hurled amphistaffs flew for the Falcon's company.

"I thought you said there wouldn't be warriors inside the Well!"

Han yelled as he and the Noghri were ducking and triggering blaster rounds.

"This isn't the Well," the priest said. "This is merely the atrium!"

Batting aside thud and razor bugs, Leia led the retreat. They backed through the iris hatch, firing at their pursuers without aiming.

Stumbling into the plaza, they raced for the Falcon, only to find her completely enclosed by the thorned hedge.

Despite the impetus that the Prophet's rallying cry had given the heretics, the counteroffensive was not going well. Caught in a violent storm, the Shamed Ones and their newfound allies were being sliced to pieces by coufees, knocked unconscious by thud bugs, slashed and split by amphistaffs. Nom Anor himself was bloodied, slipping on hailstones and his own black flow as he fought with coufee in one hand, amphistaff in the other.

The now-drenched throng of would-be insurgents had managed to fight their way out of the Place of Hierarchy, but s.h.i.+mrra's avengers were attempting to herd them toward the Place of Bones. If the warriors succeeded in trapping them in the sunken amphitheater, there would be no escape, no hope. Nom Anor was trading strikes and stabs with a warrior a head taller than himself when he heard the clamor of running feet and raised voices. When the warrior turned in the direction of the commotion, Nom Anor availed himself of the moment of distraction to send the point of his amphistaff through his opponent's right eye.

All around him other warriors were beginning to add their voices to the tumult and to press the attack. Reinforcements, Nom Anor told himself bitterly. The heretics would be lucky now if they even made it to the Place of Bones. Unexpectedly, though, the war cries of the Citadel guard began to fade, and the crowd was pushed back toward the Place of Hierarchy. It was the heretics who were being reinforced!

Nom Anor was suddenly inflamed. If every cell of Shamed Ones could find the courage to rise up, there was a chance, though slim, that the heretics would yet win the day. His conviction surged as the reports of stun and flash grenades began to echo and rebound from the walls of the temples and the dormitories of the intendants. Hundreds were instantly flattened to the saturated ground.

Then blaster bolts rang out. Resistance fighters and Alliance commandos! Nom Anor realized. It was the warriors who were trapped! Nom Anor charged into the brawl, slas.h.i.+ng throats and hamstrings.

Overwhelmed, the warriors fought brutally and valiantly, but more and more of them were falling and being trampled underfoot.

Nom Anor was in the thick of things when new sounds drew his attention and he froze in surprise and dread. Snap-hiss! Thrummm...

He risked a sideways glance to discover three Jedi, parrying and slas.h.i.+ng with their lightsabers. Worse, one of them was Mara Jade Skywalker. The very Jedi who had fallen victim to Nom Anor's coomb spores so long ago, now fighting all but alongside of him. Not far away from the red-golden-haired Skywalker was Tahiri Veila, the Jedi who had almost been shaped into a Yuuzhan Vong, and with whom Nom Anor had fought and escaped from on Zonal Sekot.

And beside Tahiri, a tall, older male Jedi whom Nom Anor didn't recognize. He tried to conceal himself by wading deeper into the battle, but the conflict was too frenzied for him to make any headway. He began to angle toward the northwest entrance to the Place of Hierarchy, but there, too, he was rapidly hemmed in by clas.h.i.+ng warriors and heretics.

No matter which direction he attempted to move, he wound up being pushed inexorably closer to the two Jedi women.

Whirling, he slit the throat of a Shamed One and placed himself where the gus.h.i.+ng blood could wash over his face. He found a sodden turban on the ground and pulled it down over his forehead, only to have it unwind and flop uselessly over his shoulders. He cursed himself for not having thought to carry an ooglith masquer with him. A group of enraged warriors made a sudden sally, forcing the heretics away from the Place of Hierarchy and out into the broad boulevard that ran north to the Citadel.

Again Nom Anor heard the distinctive thrum of a lightsaber, and shortly found himself pressed shoulder to shoulder with youthful Tahiri, who was shouting alternately in Basic and Yuuzhan Vong as her blue blade deflected overhead strikes from amphistaffs and lateral swipes from coufees. Nom Anor's attempts to squirm away were in vain. He turned his back at the same time the Jedi did, but surges in the crowd kept shoving them hard into each other.

All at once, Nom Anor could feel small Tahiri's body tense against his. He pivoted in time to see Tahiri throw up her hands in some sort of Force gesture, and a dozen warriors. .h.i.t the ground as if struck by a swarm of invisible thud bugs.