Remnant: Force Heretic I (51 page)

Behind her, she could hear C-3PO rattling.

“Oh my,” the golden droid exclaimed, shifting unsteadily on his feet to try to keep his balance. “I hope we haven’t hit anything!”

Han flicked a couple of switches; then, when that obviously failed, he leaned back in his seat and kicked the base of the console. A few seconds later, their trajectory flattened out.

“Sorry about that, folks,” he said to no one in particular. “Normal services have been resumed.”

Leia rolled her eyes and glanced back at Tahiri. The young Jedi sat stoically in her seat, her stare fixed at a point outside the cockpit canopy. Throughout the journey, she had remained quiet and unresponsive to any attempts at conversation, her thoughts focused firmly inward. Leia hadn’t pressed her; she sensed that some complicated healing process was taking place in the girl, and she was reluctant to disturb it.

Nevertheless, there were times when she felt that a more direct approach might be appropriate—especially those times when Tahiri’s brooding silences went on for hours at a stretch, never seeming to end. Tahiri’s blackout on Galantos had been a startling setback, occurring at a time when Leia had believed that Tahiri could be on the mend. Still, there could be no faulting her reactions when she’d woken up; without her well-honed Jedi instincts, they might not have reached orbit when they did—or, indeed, made contact with the mysterious Ryn who had helped them escape.

Leia inwardly sighed. Whatever was going on inside Tahiri, it was frustratingly inconsistent.

The subspace receiver bleeped. Leia glanced at the scopes and opened the line.

Captain Mayn’s voice issued from the comm speakers. “
Falcon
, I await your instructions.”

“Glad you could join us,
Selonia
,” she said. “Have a nice trip?”

“As pleasant a stroll as one can expect through hyperspace.”

Leia smiled at the captain’s remark as she surveyed the planet before them. Bakura was a beautiful blue-green world known for its agricultural and repulsorlift exports. Its two moons had been heavily mined for materials used in the manufacture of the second Death Star. It was also right on the edge of the galaxy, diametrically opposite the corridor of worlds that had first fallen victim to the Yuuzhan Vong invasion. “From Bonadan to Bakura via Bothawui” was an old saying that suggested it was easier to get from the Corporate Sector to Bakura via a wide detour to Bothan space than it was to go straight through the Core, with its dense overlap of mass shadows and treacherous hyperspace lanes. It also connected three high-tech but otherwise very different industrialized worlds. Where Bonadan was a desertified wasteland, Bakura was still verdant and pastoral, on the other end of the spectrum of environmental degradation.

Belkadan, the first world attacked by the Yuuzhan Vong and one of Bonadan’s relative neighbors, was in a spectrum of its own, its biosphere modified to suit the aliens’ introduced biological factories. Leia hoped she never saw the day when such degradation stretched from one side of the galaxy to the other, linking all the worlds she knew in a terrible web of pain and sacrifice. If the day ever arrived when Shimrra ruled over Bakura, then she would know that the end had truly come.

For now, though, it still looked peaceful enough …

Numerous satellites orbited the planet, and she imagined that it wouldn’t be long before someone detected and hailed the
Falcon
and
Pride of Selonia
. Assuming that normal procedures were still being followed, all entries into the system were closely monitored; the Bakuran government was constantly alert for another Ssi-ruuvi invasion. After the first attempt twenty-five standard years before, four destroyers and cruisers—
Intruder, Watchkeeper, Sentinel
, and
Defender
—had been specifically constructed and installed to guard the system. Two of them—
Watchkeeper
and the task force flagship
Intruder—
had been destroyed when co-opted into service to the New Republic at Selonia and Centerpoint. That left only
Defender
and
Sentinel
to hold the fort.

“Bring back any memories, Leia?” Han asked with a crooked grin as his hand reached out to squeeze hers briefly. She returned his smile but didn’t respond directly. They had visited Bakura very early in their relationship; under other circumstances, she might have let herself enjoy the reminder of those headier days.

“Stand ready,
Selonia
,” she told Mayn. “See if you can raise the planetary network. Don’t identify us; use
Selonia
’s registration codes.” Mayn responded in the affirmative, and Leia switched to another frequency. “Twin Sun One, maintain formation unless ordered otherwise.”

“Understood.” Jaina’s voice came briskly from the cockpit of her X-wing. The remaining fighters of Twin Suns surrounded the two command vessels in a flattened dodecahedron, missing one point.

“Do you sense anything, Jaina?” Leia asked her daughter.

“Nothing out of the ordinary.”

“What about you, Tahiri?”

“Huh?” The young Jedi snapped out of some deep thought. “I’m sorry, what?”

“I asked if you were picking up anything unusual through the Force,” Leia said.

“Oh, no—nothing yet, anyway.” Tahiri closed her eyes as she sent her mind reaching out through space, seeking any echoes of the people on and around Bakura.

“Tahiri is looking now,” Leia told Jaina.

There was a slight but meaningful pause from Jaina’s end. Leia had noticed a definite reserve growing between Jaina and Tahiri, but she’d had no opportunity to discuss it with her yet. The present arrangement—with Jaina on duty more often than not, and rarely aboard the
Falcon—
meant that there was simply no time to be alone together. If something had happened to get in the way of the friendship between the two young women, Leia had no idea what it was.

“Okay,” Jaina finally said. “We’ll keep our sensors peeled.”

Han brought the
Millennium Falcon
around along a broad arc designed to end quite clearly in orbital insertion. Leia wanted no ambiguity that they were on a peaceful mission, despite their military escort. After the Ryn’s vague hints, she wasn’t taking any chances.

She opened a line to
Selonia
again: “Any word yet, Captain?”

“Nothing,” Mayn replied. “We’re picking up some light chatter, but not much else. There are a large number of vessels in parking orbit or in station docks. Most of them just look like freighters.”

“No launches?”

“None detected.”

Leia considered this for a moment. “Keep hailing them,” she said shortly. “They must be ignoring us or simply not noticing us. Either way, they won’t be able to keep it up much longer. Let’s just stick to our course and see what happens. And be ready for anything.”

“Understood.”

Leia turned to Han. He sat in silence beside her, his brow pinched with worry. “You okay?”

He looked at her and cocked one eyebrow. “Do I really need to say it?” he asked.

She shook her head and sighed. He didn’t need to tell her that he had a bad feeling about this; she could feel something was wrong, too. But without evidence she had no reason to act any way other than normal.

Finally the subspace channel crackled and a response came in. “
Selonia
, this is General Panib of the Bakuran Defense Fleet. Please state your intentions.”

Leia remembered a Captain Grell Panib from an earlier visit to Bakura; she imagined it was probably the same person. A short, stiff-backed redhead, he’d had all the social graces of a hungry Wookiee.

Mayn ignored the request. “We’re allies, Captain, looking for a docking vector—”

“I’m sorry,
Selonia
, but we’re going to need more detail before we can give you one.”

“Of all the …” Han muttered.

“It’s a perfectly reasonable request,” the general went on, his voice taut with a tension Leia couldn’t immediately fathom. “There has been no notification of you coming—”

“General Panib, this is Leia Organa Solo,” she interrupted before Han could explode. “We have come to your planet on a diplomatic mission. We would have notified you in advance but communications have been unreliable around here of late.”

There was some hesitation from the general. “I appreciate what you are saying. There have indeed been problems with the communications networks. Nevertheless, I must insist that you now state your intentions for coming here.”

“Hey, how about you drop the attitude,” Han responded hotly. “We’re the guys who saved your skins from the Ssi-ruuk a while back, remember?”

“I remember; I recognized that beat-up old freighter the moment I saw her.”

Leia hid a worried smile as she watched her husband bite down on an indignant retort.

“But things aren’t so simple anymore,” Panib went on. “We have something of a situation here at the moment.”

“What kind of situation?” Leia asked.

“You’re not welcome here!” A new voice crackled over the restricted comlink frequency. “Go steal someone else’s ships!”

“What?”
Han exclaimed. It was clear this time that he didn’t intend to hold back. His face reddened as he leaned forward to speak into the comm unit. “Listen, you—”

“Wait, Han,” Leia cut him off. He looked at her with an incensed frown, but did as she asked. “General Panib, is this person speaking with your authority? ”

“Certainly not!” the general responded, spluttering. “And whoever it is shall be court-martialed as soon as—”

“You can’t court-martial everyone, General,” the intruder mocked. He had distorted his voice to mask his identity. “You can’t silence the truth indefinitely!”

“When I find out who is responsible for this,” the general blustered, “I swear that I shall have you—”

“The truth?” Leia broke in. “And just what
is
the truth?”

“There is nothing to discuss here!” The general’s voice was rising as he lost control of the situation. “We don’t need you meddling in our affairs!”

“We aren’t here to meddle,” Leia defended quickly. “Although I will admit that we are concerned about your affairs. I believe you’re in great danger, General. People masquerading as allies may have recently contacted you. I can assure you that they are not what they seem.”

“Whereas you are, I suppose.” This came from the person who had broken into the conversation, his voice dripping with derision. “At least they don’t pay lip service to the idea of an alliance while eroding our defenses and leaving us open to attack!”

Leia bridled at this. “We have
never
abandoned our allies!”

“Like you never abandoned Dantooine and Ithor?” the stranger shot back. “Or Duro or Tynna or—”

Cold fury welled up in her. “Every planet lost cuts us deeply! Every
life
lost cuts us deeper!”

“I must apologize, Princess,” Panib said anxiously. The general’s tone had changed dramatically from a few minutes earlier, and he sounded genuinely apologetic. “We are doing our best to find the source of the transmission.”

“I’m sorry, too, Princess,” came the distorted voice of the intruder. “But I’m afraid that the time has come to find ourselves some new allies.”

“Uh-oh,” Han said from Leia’s side, his eyes scanning the display in front of him.

“What is it?” she asked.

“Sentinel
’s launching bays just opened,” he said, shaking his head ominously.

He pointed at the screen. Issuing from the launching bays of the cruiser
Sentinel
was a swarm of Ssi-ruuvi battle droids, coming directly for them.

“Whatever it was we came to stop, I think we might be too late.”

Long—
long
—ago in a galaxy far, far away … some twenty-five thousand years before Luke Skywalker destroyed the first Death Star at the Battle of Yavin in
Star Wars: A New Hope
 … a large number of star systems and species in the center of the galaxy came together to form the Galactic Republic, governed by a Chancellor and a Senate from the capital city-world of Coruscant. As the Republic expanded via the hyperspace lanes, it absorbed new member worlds from newly discovered star systems; it also expanded its military to deal with the hostile civilizations, slavers, pirates, and gangster-species such as the slug-like Hutts that were encountered in the outward exploration. But the most vital defenders of the Republic were the Jedi Knights. Originally a reclusive order dedicated to studying the mysteries of the life energy known as the Force, the Jedi became the Republic’s guardians, charged by the Senate with keeping the peace—with wise words if possible; with lightsabers if not.

But the Jedi weren’t the only Force-users in the galaxy. An ancient civil war had pitted those Jedi who used the Force selflessly against those who allowed themselves to be ruled by their ambitions—which the Jedi warned led to the dark side of the Force. Defeated in that long-ago war, the dark siders fled beyond the galactic frontier, where they built a civilization of their own: the Sith Empire.

The first great conflict between the Republic and the Sith Empire occurred when two hyperspace explorers stumbled on the Sith worlds, giving the Sith Lord Naga Sadow and his dark side warriors a direct invasion route into the Republic’s central worlds. This war resulted in the first destruction of the Sith Empire—but it was hardly the last. For the next four thousand years, skirmishes between the Republic and Sith grew into wars, with the scales always tilting toward one or the other, and peace never lasting. The galaxy was a place of almost constant strife: Sith armies against Republic armies; Force-using Sith Lords against Jedi Masters and Jedi Knights; and the dreaded nomadic mercenaries called Mandalorians bringing muscle and firepower wherever they stood to gain.

Then, a thousand years before
A New Hope
and the Battle of Yavin, the Jedi defeated the Sith at the Battle of Ruusan, decimating the so-called Brotherhood of Darkness that was the heart of the Sith Empire—and most of its power.