They followed Curi's directions to a small, cluttered office. Sleep mats were rolled up and stacked in the corners. Containers of food were scattered on a long table.
Obviously the medics used the office to snatch quick meals and some rest when they could.
Dol Heep rose when they entered. He was a tall being with a large, domed head. He was dressed in a bio-iso suit, though for some reason he had attached his ornate septsilk cloak to it, which gave him a slightly ridiculous air.
He bowed. "A great honor to meet Jedi." His voice boomed out, sounding too loud in the hushed setting.
Siri and Obi-Wan returned the bow.
"Unfortunate that it is under such circumstances," Dol Heep continued. "No one in the government is available for us to speak with. Jedi are the only officials we can approach with this offer."
"Yes?" Siri asked, inclining her head politely.
"Avon grieves at the tragic accident that has befallen our neighbor," Dol Heep said in a slightly lowered tone, his prominent eyes staring at them from behind his mask. "We heard that there might not be enough room on the evacuation ships for everyone here."
"That is a rumor," Obi-Wan said. "It is false."
"So you say. In case of some failure, Avon wishes to send an entire fleet to Radnor to airlift more sick off-planet.
We took the liberty of sending the fleet already. Once in orbit, we'll await orders. Of course, we'll need Jedi help here on the ground to coordinate the rescue effort."
"That is a kind and generous offer," Obi-Wan said. "But there is no need for Avon to commit a fleet of vessels.
There is enough space on the ships being sent by the Senate."
"This information does not seem to have been accepted by the citizens of Radnor," Dol Heep said. "Appearance is often reality. If more ships are said to be arriving, the people will be more calm."
Dol Heep had a point. Even the rumor of another rescue fleet could calm the population. But Obi-Wan felt uneasy. He wasn't about to accept the offer until he knew more. He gave a quick glance to Siri. He could see the same doubt in her eyes.
"We will get back to you," he said.
"My planet appreciates your consideration," Dol Heep said.
With another bow, he left the room.
Obi-Wan turned to Siri. "What do you think?"
"There's something about this that isn't right," Siri said. "I just have a feeling about it." Her blue eyes gleamed at him in a way he hadn't seen since they'd arrived on Radnor. There hadn't been much call for Siri's quick wit.
"I trust my instincts, but you know how I occasionally like to back them up with facts."
"Until we have facts, let's hold off, then," Obi-Wan agreed. "We should investigate the offer further."
Curi poked her head in the room. "Are you finished? I have some medics who need to eat or they'll collapse."
"Tell them to come in," Siri said. "What do you know about Dol Heep, Curi?"
Curi tried to scratch her scalp through her bio-iso suit.
"Not much. But what I know I don't trust. Radnorans don't trust the Avoni. They are aggressive colonizers. I made it a rule not to do business with them. I wouldn't sell them weapons. Of course, there are many others, even on Radnor, who will." Her face changed. "There were many others," she added softly.
"Avon has offered a fleet of evacuation ships for Radnor,"
Obi-Wan told her. "I don't feel we should take the offer at face value."
Curi looked puzzled. "What are you getting at?"
"For one thing, the offer could be a smokescreen for a planned takeover," Siri said.
Curi frowned. "Why would Avon want to take over a planet where you can't breathe the air?"
"A good point," Obi-Wan said. "Maybe Avon doesn't want to colonize Radnor. But they might be planning a temporary occupation. There are many tech labs on Radnor that can be plundered for data. Sometimes data can be more important than land."
Curi just looked tired. "I can't worry about this. I have sick people to take care of."
Siri put a gloved hand on her shoulder. "We will handle it."
Curi nodded and left. Obi-Wan and Siri headed out of the med center. He hoped it would not be a waste of time to investigate the Avoni.
The offer seemed a simple offer of help from a neighbor.
But he had been on enough missions to know that there were veils behind veils, where somewhere the truth would lie.
Chapter Ten
The Padawans were heading into the Emergency Command Center when Ferus held up a hand. The Padawans stopped.
Anakin nearly bumped into Darra. Annoyed, he stepped back.
"Before we meet with Galen, I suggest that only one Padawan conduct the questioning," Ferus said. "We don't want him to think we are accusing or bullying him. This should be done carefully."
"You should do it, Ferus," Darra said. "You have the most experience."
Ferus nodded. "All right."
Wait a second. Don't I get a vote? Anakin wondered. What happened to Jedi cooperation?
But Tru was agreeing as well, so Anakin nodded.
Ferus led the way into the room, which had been a minister's office before all the government officials had fled the planet. Now a row of datascreens glowed faintly as Galen sat on a repulsorlift chair, moving from screen to screen as he checked and matched lists.
"How is the evacuation coming?" Ferus asked politely as they entered.
Galen passed a harried hand through his hair. "All right.
There are so many details. And I don't have much help."
"We'd be glad to assist you," Ferus said. "How many workers do you have here?"
"Just me at the moment," Galen said. "I had a staff, but they all left when the ministers did." He gave the Padawans an impatient glance. "I can handle things here. You go ahead and keep patrolling the streets, or whatever you're doing."
He turned back to the datascreens, dismissing the Padawans as though they were naughty children who had interrupted his work.
"Can you tell us who has access to this information?"
Ferus asked. Anakin was surprised at his polite tone. How could he let Galen get away with patronizing them?
"The upper ministers of government had access," Galen answered without turning. "And now I do. Why?"
"Is there anyone who would release that information?"
Ferus asked.
Galen gave a weary sigh and turned around in his chair.
"No, of course not," he said. "It's classified. Sensitive.
If people knew in what order they would be evacuating, violence could erupt. The people at the bottom of the list will try to push themselves forward. I won't post the lists until immediately before the ships arrive." Galen looked at the Jedi curiously. "If there is something wrong, you must tell me. I am in charge of the city's security. I don't want the job, but I'm the only qualified one left."
"I'm afraid we have reason to believe that the raiders have information about the evacuation," Ferus answered. "We believe they are planning to plunder the homes of those who are leaving the planet."