Diversity Alliance
Kevin J. Anderson and Rebecca Moesta
To Steve Sansweet,
a fellow Star Wars enthusiast from day one, for your friendship and for helping us keep our sense of humor
Acknowledgments
Writing each volume of the Young Jedi Knights requires a lot of help from many different people: Sue Rostoni, Allan Kausch, and Lucy Wilson at Lucasfilm Licensing; Ginjer Buchanan and Jessica Faust at Boulevard Books; A.C. Crispin for helping us create Raynar’s parents; Lillie E. Mitchell, Catherine Ulatowski, Katie Tyree, and Angela Kato at WordFire, Inc.; and Jonathan Cowan, our first test-reader.
A special thanks to all of the fans and devoted readers who have enjoyed this series so much and urged us to tell the further adventures of Jacen, Jaina, Tenel Ka, and Lowbacca. Your enthusiasm and support give us the energy we need to write these stories.
1
The ragtag group of ships drifted through space, maintaining silence, broadcasting no telltale signal that could give away their location.
This assortment of merchant vessels, scout cruisers, and security ships had been cobbled together over the course of two decades by the noble Thul family of Alderaan to form a trading fleet. Since most of the family had been off-planet when Alderaan was destroyed, the Thuls had moved to Coruscant, the commercial and governmental center of the galaxy. Through shrewd investments, they had built the remnants of their ancient wealth into Bornaryn Trading, a powerful galactic company with a steady flow of cargo and burgeoning business on countless routes.
At the moment, though, the merchant fleet had no known destination.
The vessels huddled close together in an empty space between the stars, keeping themselves safe. Security starfighters flitted protectively along the edges of the convoy, while the other craft clustered in the center like a school of nervous glimmerfish.
On the Tradewyn, the flagship of the Bornaryn fleet, Aryn Dro Thul stood proudly on the observation deck. She wore a simple gown of midnight blue shot with silver that complemented her braided chestnut hair.
A sash of scarlet, yellow, orange, and purple was tied loosely about her waist. Though slight of build, Aryn projected an air of dignity that often fooled those she met into thinking her a tall woman.
As she stared through the main windowport, her intelligent blue eyes kept watch on the cargo vessels, fleet skimmers, security shuttles, and scout drones she and Bornan Thul had assembled for their business.
Now, with the disappearance of her husband, all responsibility for Bornaryn Trading rested on her shoulders. Aryn turned to her brother-in-law, who stood beside her on the deck of the Tradewyn. Tyko Thul was a powerful merchant who had made his fortune in droid manufacturing. Though he was a calculating and sometimes pompous man, she was glad of his support during this time of crisis.
“Is there any word yet on my husband?”
Aryn asked. “A coded message perhaps? We must find some trace of him soon.”
Tyko scratched his short blond hair with one hand, and his shrewd hazel eyes narrowed in concentration. “No, Aryn—there’s been no sign of Bornan. He has simply disappeared.” A frown creased his round face, so deeply that furrows appeared in his rosy cheeks and his chin.
“I don’t know if this is a new kind of scam he’s pulling, or what he hopes to gain … but I wish he’d make some sort of contact with us.”
Aryn paced the deck of the flagship, looking out the broad windowports at two of the heavily armed security starfighters dashing back and forth, crisscrossing the convoy perimeter to guard against external attack.
“You’re so skeptical, Tyko,” she said. “I don’t think it’s anything of the sort. Bornan’s been kidnapped, or hurt … or even killed.”
Tyko shook his head. “I’m being skeptical? At least I’m thinking he might still be alive and all right. I know my brother, Aryn. He’s probably run across something valuable and wants to keep it all for himself.”
“Not Bornan,” Aryn said, her blue eyes flashing with anger.
“I’m positive that someone has taken him, and I’m certain we’re all in danger. The whole family.”
Tyko placed a fleshy hand on his sister-in-law’s shoulder, squeezing it in a vain attempt to reassure her. “If I didn’t believe you might be right, Aryn, I’d never have left Mechis III to be here with you. It’s taken me a long time to get the droid manufacturing facilities up and running there again, you know. I think they’re all fully functional now. That strange programming glitch Mechis III suffered during Imperial days has been completely purged from the system, so I suppose my assistants can handle it, for the moment.”
He gave her a small smile. “I’d rather be here with you and the fleet … where it’s safe.”
Tyko went to a console to study their random flight path as one of the private security guards marched onto the observation deck. “Excuse me, Lady Aryn,” the guard said, clearing his throat. “We’ve been at these coordinates for as long as we feel it’s advisable.”
She sighed. “Thank you, Kusk. Time for another hyperspace jump, then?”
Kusk nodded. “Yes, if you intend to keep the location of our fleet absolutely secret. We are currently at risk if we stay here.”
“Not just yet.” Aryn turned to Tyko, folding her slender hands together. She pressed her pale lips into a grim line. Her husband had always said he could tell when she had made up her mind and did not intend to change it. “I feel uncomfortable knowing that my son Raynar is out in the open. Perhaps he is in danger.”
Tyko gave a dismissive wave. “He’s safe enough at the Jedi academy. Luke Skywalker wouldn’t dare let any harm come to him.”
“No one can protect my son better than I can,” Aryn insisted.
“I’m going to contact Yavin 4. I’ll ask Raynar to come to our fleet, so we can all be together. I want him where I can see him, at least until this whole … situation is over.”
Tyko blew air between his generous lips and shook his head wearily. “Skywalker can protect him with the Force. I’m sure he’s quite reliable.”
“Yes, he is,” Aryn said. “That’s why I’ll request that the Jedi Master personally escorts Raynar safely to our fleet.”
Tyko knew when to give up his objections.
“All right,” he said. “It’ll be good to have the whole family together again.”
Aryn looked at him sternly. “The whole family won’t be together again until my husband is found.”
“Oh yes. Yes, of course,” Tyko said. “I forgot about that.”
Aryn turned to the security guard, who was still waiting patiently at the door to the observation deck. “Plot a new course, Kusk,” she said, “and prepare to launch our fleet into hyperspace—but first establish a communications link to the Jedi academy. I need to speak directly with Master Luke Skywalker.”
After a hard day of studies, meditation, and training exercises, Jacen Solo left the Great Temple and went off into the dense jungle to be by himself.
His sister Jaina and their Wookiee friend Lowbacca were busy working on the Rock Dragon, tinkering with the Hapan passenger cruiser’s engines—not so much because the ship needed the work, but because the two mechanically inclined young Jedi Knights enjoyed the tinkering.
Tenel Ka, who technically owned the ship, preferred instead to be out running, doing her exercises, toning up her body and keeping her muscles at their peak performance. Ever since she had lost her arm in a lightsaber dueling accident, Tenel Ka had taken to swimming in the river as often as she could.
Jacen loved to spend time with the warrior girl, but he couldn’t keep up with her calisthenics. Instead, he preferred to go off into the jungle, because it gave him an opportunity to look for interesting plants or insects or animal specimens he could take back and keep in the small menagerie of pets he studied and then set free. Back in his quarters, in an incubator built by Jaina, he also carefully nurtured the fertilized gort egg his father had given him.