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  entire Temple."

  "It's Malorum," Ferus said. "That's why he cleared out his office.

  Vader told him to do it, so he's doing it. Even though Vader wasn't

  serious. It's Malorum's way to disgrace Vader in the eyes of the Emperor.

  He can claim that Vader gave the order."

  "Do you have any idea when it could blow?" Ferus asked Trever.

  "It's just a guess," Trever said. "But if that glitch means what I

  think it means, we could have just made the shift to reserve power."

  "Which means what?" Ferus asked.

  "Which means soon. Minutes." Trever swallowed. "We don't have time to

  leave the way we came."

  "We could go out the front entrance," Solace said. "Take our chances.

  Leave the Temple and let it be destroyed."

  "I can't," Ferus said.

  Solace nodded. "Neither can I."

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  They raced through the main hallways. There was no time for

  subterfuge.

  Malorum and his officers had withdrawn most of the stormtroopers, but

  they had left attack droids to continue the patrols, to prevent

  interference from intruders. Ferus bounded toward the first group as it

  wheeled to engage them. His lightsaber moved rapidly as he mowed through

  them from one side while Solace took the other. She was all movement and no

  wasted motion, her lightsaber a blur. She was faster and better than Ferus

  and together they destroyed the droids in only seconds. They met in the

  middle and raced through the gap they'd created, smoke rising around them.

  Trever kicked through the hot metal and followed.

  They knew where the central core generator was. The only chance they

  had was to shut it down before the bomb was fully armed.

  Not trusting the turbolifts, they swung downstairs, leaping down and

  letting Trever catch up when they had to pause to dispatch more attack

  droids. They made it to the power source, a white room where the mighty

  sublight generator hummed. The reserve power light was blinking.

  "Here's the bomb," Trever said, hurrying over to it. "They didn't

  bother to hide it. You've got to shut down the main generator. But do it

  gradually, or it could trigger the bomb."

  "Thanks for telling me." Ferus turned his attention to the power-core

  controls. He knew how to do this. He had made it a personal course of study

  to find out how the infrastructure of the Temple worked. Quickly, he

  accessed the power computer bank. He went through the necessary series of

  steps to shut down the system. He went slowly, powering each subsystem down

  from green to yellow to red.

  The lights flickered and failed. They heard the gentle sigh as the air

  system shut down.

  "What now?" Solace asked.

  "We wait," Trever said. "And hope we don't blow."

  Solace held up her lightsaber, which gave a soft blue glow. Trever got

  out his glow rod. The seconds ticked by. He looked at the power indicator

  on the bomb. Slowly, the indicator began to move.

  "It's draining," he said. "It won't arm." He looked up at Ferus. "You

  can kill it now. It's dead."

  Ferus swiped a clean strike through the bomb. The device split into

  two neat halves.

  "How long before they figure it out?" Solace asked.

  "Soon," Ferus said. "I would imagine that Malorum is nearby. He'll

  want to see it blow."

  "We stopped him this time. But all he has to do is set another one,"

  Trever said.

  "I think Vader will find out and stop it," Ferus said. "That's my

  guess, anyway. Word will get back. If the Emperor wanted the Temple

  completely destroyed he would have ordered it done. He wants it to remain.

  It's a symbol to the galaxy - the wreck of the Jedi Order. But to us, it's

  a symbol of what we can be again."

  "I don't know if it's a symbol of anything anymore," Solace said. "I

  just know it was my home, and I don't want them to blow it up."

  They walked out of the central power control center and started down

  the hall again. Suddenly they heard the noise of stormtroopers clacking

  down the hallway. Ahead, from this vantage point, they could see the

  entrance to the Temple. As they looked, the doors flew open and

  stormtroopers poured in. Malorum was at the head. They could hear his voice

  boom, bouncing off the high stone walls.

  "Find them!" he screamed.

  A sea of white flooded the main hallway. They turned and ran. They

  could not meet this display of force. Overhead, seeker droids began to fan

  out, searching for them.

  They ran back the way they had come. They had to get to Solace's ship.

  It was their only hope for escape.

  Pursued by a seeker droid, they raced down the hallway. Ferus leaped

  and twisted, slicing it in two.

  They could hear the stormtroopers behind them, running now. "They must

  have picked us up on surveillance," Solace said.

  They had seconds. Ferus hurried Trever through the hole to the

  turbolift shaft. Solace followed. Blaster fire peppered the lift door as

  Ferus stood, deflecting it. When he was sure Solace and Trever were inside

  the craft, he turned to leap inside the hole.

  At that moment, at least fifty more stormtroopers appeared, some of

  them on AT-RT walkers. If Solace waited for him, they would all be captured

  or dead.

  He looked at Trever, whose eyes were wide, pleading. "I'll be back!"

  he yelled.

  "I told you not to say that!"

  Ferus deactivated his lightsaber and lifted his hand. Solace saw his

  intention and leaped up momentarily to catch it as it flipped through the

  air. He would allow himself to be captured, but not his light-saber.

  "Now go!"

  Solace hesitated. He saw how close she was to joining him. He couldn't

  let her.

  "You've got to get him out of here!" Ferus shouted.

  As Trever screamed and hammered her back with his fists, Solace pushed

  the controls, and the ship took off.

  It had all taken less than a moment. He knew Malorum would want to

  take him alive. Ferus turned toward the onslaught, defenseless now, and

  alone.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  He sat in a prison. Somewhere. He hadn't been taken off Coruscant, he

  knew that much. He had a bruise on the back of his head where they'd hit

  him with a stun baton. His legs still tingled from the blow to the back of

  his knees.

  It was only the beginning, he knew.

  He had been in an Imperial prison before and had escaped before they

  tortured him. He didn't think he would be that lucky twice. The last time,

  Malorum had been the head officer.

  One thing you really didn't want, Perils reflected through his

  crashing headache, was an Imperial Inquisitor with a grudge.

  He lifted his head when the doors swished open. Malorum walked in.

  Ferus could feel his enjoyment of the situation. Ferus decided then and

  there that no matter what they did to him, he was going to give Malorum a

  hard time.

  "We've got to stop meeting like this, Malorum," he said.

  "Very amusing."

  "No, I mean it. We really do. You've just got to get out of prison.

  See the galaxy. Have
some fun - "

  "I'm having fun right now. I'm enjoying this immensely."

  "Wow, me too. At last, we're bonding."

  "So let's talk."

  Ferus nodded and stretched out his legs. The pain nearly made him

  wince, but not quite.

  Be a Jedi, Ferus. Be the Jedi you never were, for star's sake. Accept

  your fear and find your center.

  "Let's talk about the Jedi. I underestimated you, Ferus. I thought you

  left them and never looked back. But you've been doing nothing else but

  trying to save them. Who is the Jedi you were with at the Temple?"

  "I was with thousands of Jedi at the Temple. And it was so long ago...

  "

  "You know what I mean. Today. When you broke into Imperial property.

  What is the name of the Jedi you were with on Bellassa?"

  Ferus pretended to frown. "Funny, he never mentioned it."

  "You never caught his name?"

  "He never dropped it."

  "I find that hard to believe."

  "Now there's the difference between you and me. I find it absolutely

  believable. If all your friends had been wiped out, do you think you'd be

  going around telling people your name? I don't think so. You'd keep it to

  yourself, I think."

  "If I was a coward."

  "Ah, in my opinion, cowardice is underrated. It keeps you alive."

  "Is being alive so important to you? That's a pity."

  "Are you feeling sorry for me now? I didn't know you cared."

  Malorum laughed. "You think I haven't seen this before? Bravado in the

  face of certain death? You'd be surprised how often those about to die put

  on a show. You aren't unique."

  "I don't care much about being unique. Remember, I was raised a Jedi."

  "Yes, you're all the same, I suppose. Hypocrites. Hungry for power.

  You were about to take over the Senate, you tried to assassinate Emperor

  Palpatine... all while wearing those Jedi cloaks of humility. It was a good

  scam, but it's over."

  Ferus waved a hand in the air. "I love the rhythm of the party line.

  Just say the lies loud enough and long enough arid put a drumbeat behind

  it, and the next thing you know, everyone is singing the same tune."

  "The truth is that - "

  "The truth," Ferus said quietly, "is that the Republic is now an

  Empire, and power is consolidated in the hands of one man. He will do

  anything to keep it, anything to make it grow, and you are his lackey."

  "This isn't a debate. As you say, it's been fun, Ferus Olin. But if

  you aren't going to cooperate - "

  "You have ways to make me talk? Let me think. Torture is still against

  the bylaws of the Senate. Last time I heard."

  "Then you're wrong. The Senate approved the Emperor's call for more

  freedom in how he handles enemies. In times such as these, extreme measures

  can be called for."

  And so the Senators continued to give the Emperor anything he wanted,

  Ferus thought. He was changing the galaxy, breaking the covenants the

  Senate was founded on, and they were voting yes to it. The Sith was clever.

  Always he acted with the "approval" of a Senate that could not say no.

  "I'm sending you to a prison world where no one goes. And if you don't

  reveal the name of the Jedi you know are alive, you will be executed for

  crimes against the Empire. Do you think anyone will care? They've already

  forgotten your name on Bellassa."

  "Well, I never call, I never write..."

  "I'm talking to a dead man," Malorum said. "And it's time for my

  lunch."

  With the same indifference he'd shown throughout the interview,

  Malorum turned and walked out.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  As soon as Solace had landed the ship in its parking place tucked

  under the cavern wall, Trever vaulted forward and slapped his hand on the

  cockpit canopy release. Even as it opened, he clambered out over her.

  "You left him! You just left him!" he shouted. "It's your fault they

  caught him!"

  "He gave himself up, Trever," Solace said, jumping off the ship and

  landing lightly next to him. "There was nothing I could do. He left me no

  other choice."

  "Jedi don't leave Jedi!" Trever felt his fury take him over. "But you

  do, don't you? Twice that I know about. You don't know anything about

  loyalty!"

  Solace stood, impassive. He couldn't tell if she was angry. She didn't

  seem angry. He wanted her to be angry, he wanted to fight.

  "My choices are not your business," she said.

  "Ferus is my business," Trever said. "He's my friend."

  "We'll find him," Solace said. "Wherever they take him, we'll find

  him."

  Trever heard her words as though from a distance. They didn't make

  sense for a moment. "What?"

  "I said we'll find him. I won't stop until we do. This isn't over. But

  first we need supplies and information. I have to - "

  Solace suddenly stopped. She appeared to be listening, but there was

  nothing to hear.

  "Solace, what - "

  She turned and ran, silently and swiftly, along the catwalks. She made

  a leap so impossible that Trever knew it was Force-assisted, vaulting over

  the catwalks to gain time.

  He ran after her, his feet pounding up the stairs. He was halfway to

  the settlement when he heard it. Blaster fire. Screams.

  A bloodied Keets appeared above. Suddenly he was hit from behind and

  tumbled off the catwalk. He landed at Trever's feet, his body twisted,

  blood pooling from a wound.

  Solace's assistant, Donal, ran toward the edge of the catwalk.

  "We're under attack!" he screamed.

  Solace was right, Trever thought. This isn't nearly over.

  He readied himself for the fight....

 


 

  Jude Watson, Underworld

 


 

 
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