"I remember seeing a manual regarding the OOM-9 Battle Droid. This looks similar."
Anakin was grateful for Tru's photographic memory. Some of the circuitry was new to him. He pointed to a tightly packed array of multicolored wires by the sensory input cable. "Do you remember which wire goes with what?"
"The green are for locomotion. The white connect to artillery devices. See how they fused and shorted? The blue are for passive-mode sensors. And I think these cables here are part of the signal receiver assembly."
"I bet the homing device is connected somehow," Anakin murmured.
"It's a good place to start," Tru agreed.
Darra seemed interested in their progress, but Anakin could feel Ferus's impatience behind him. He tried to screen it out as he worked.
"I've got it!" Anakin said at last. "I reconnected the homing device to the locomotion sensor through the sensory plug-in. If I turn it on, the droid should head back to its origin point."
"Let's give it a try," Tru said.
"Remind me to get you guys the next time my cornlink malfunctions," Darra said. "You'd probably rebuild it into a cargo lifter."
"We'll have to move fast to keep the droid in sight,"
Ferus said. "Is everyone ready?"
When he saw everyone nod, Anakin switched on the droid.
They stepped back as it beeped and checked circuits. Then suddenly it wheeled around and fired its repulsorlift engines, taking off down the boulevard.
The four Padawans had to race to keep it in sight. They flew down the streets of the city, occasionally Force- jumping past obstacles. They quickly passed through the neighborhood of fine homes, raced through a commercial district, and then found themselves outside a small warehouse. The droid hovered outside for a moment, its head rotating. The Padawans dived behind a wall.
They watched as the droid accessed a control panel hidden behind what appeared to be a sheer wall. A door slid open, and the droid disappeared inside.
Anakin leaped forward and shoved his lightsaber hilt between the closing door and its frame. The door stayed open a fraction. With Tru, Ferus, and Darra, he pushed it open the rest of the way. The Padawans slid inside.
It was a gloomy interior. At first they could see or hear little. Anakin concentrated. He detected the sound of voices. He motioned to the others. When their eyes had adjusted to the light a few moments later, they could see that the warehouse was full of items they could only assume were stolen. Rich tapestries and rugs were rolled and rested against the walls. Silver and intricate metalwork objects were stacked on shelves. Anakin saw gold peggats and aurodium ingots heaped in a corner. Durasteel bins were no doubt filled with more valuables.
The voices were coming from around the corner. It was the raiders.
The Padawans crept closer. Now they could make out words.
"The bloc between Evermore and Acadi is first. Then from Acadi to Montwin. We can easily clear out the two blocs using what we have."
"Sure we can clear them, but where will we put our stash?
We need more storage."
"That's one problem I'm happy to have."
The sound of soft laughter came to the Padawans.
"They'd better come through on their promise to move all this stuff — "
The voice broke off as an insistent beep began to sound.
It played through several coded sequences.
Anakin heard the sound of chairs scraping. "It's the droid," someone said in a low tone. "That's the activation signal for tampering. Someone might be here." The voices fell silent. Anakin could just make out a whisper of movement, and then stillness.
"Activation signal for tampering?" Darra whispered.
Anakin and Tru exchanged a look. "I guess it's in case the homing device is activated by someone other than the programmer," Anakin explained.
"Easy, you said," Darra whispered. "What should we do now?"
"Defend ourselves!" Anakin exclaimed as the raiders suddenly raced around the corner, blasters in hand.
Chapter Eight
They had been ordered to take no lives. Somehow they would have to deflect blaster fire and capture the raiders without harming them.
As Anakin swung his lightsaber in a blur, deflecting fire, he realized for the first time that they had over looked something.
If they caught the raiders, what would they do with them?
There weren't enough security officers to guard the criminals. The Jedi were now the backbone of the security force on the planet. If they watched the raiders, who would patrol the city?
The present moment is the crucial moment.
Yes, Master. Anakin gritted his teeth. He advanced toward the raiders. One thing at a time. The raiders were endangering the citizens and must be stopped. The Padawans would figure out what to do with them when the time came.
One of the raiders must have activated some droids, for suddenly they appeared. They wheeled into battle formation and came at the Padawans.
Anakin at first felt confident that he could defeat the droids. He had not fully realized how much he had depended earlier on the Jedi Masters. Within moments he saw that they would have a hard time winning this battle.
He hated to admit it. Ferus had been right. He and Tru could not have handled these droids by themselves.
The raiders maneuvered the droids to come between them and the Jedi. Then they disappeared. Too occupied with the attacking droids, the Padwans could not follow.
"We've got to say together," Ferus shouted. "Don't let them separate us."
Ferus was tight again. As one unit, they could defeat fifteen droids. The Padawans kept close together, attacking and retreating, trying to pick up on one another's unfamiliar rhythms. Anakin lost himself in the battle.
There was only the smell of the smoking droids, the blur of his lightsaber, the balance and heft of it in his hand. He saw everything at once — each Padawan, the attack pattern of each droid, the moves they would make next. His focus was complete. He sliced through one droid, then pivoted and buried his lightsaber in another droid's control panel.
Ferus dived and came up underneath a droid, halving it down the middle. Tru whirled and kicked one droid while cutting off the legs of another. Darra seemed to be everywhere, her lightsaber in constant motion as she took out one droid, then another. She always landed exactly where she'd planned, ready to launch another attack or defend her fellow Padawans. Her face never registered effort, only concentration. She had learned well from Soara Antana.
At lat the droids lay in heaps around them. The Padawans all slumped to the floor, exhausted. They missed their Masters.
"We still might be able to track the raiders," Anakin said, panting. He started to rise. "Let's go."
"Wait." Ferus put a hand on his sleeve. "If we run off we could lose a precious opportunity."
"For what, droid repair?" Anakin asked.
"Information. It's more important then the raiders themselves. What will we do with them when we get them, anyway?" Ferus asked. Better to head them off another way.