This could help us." She frowned. "I only have a few researchers here. My scientific skills are rusty, but we need to investigate this."
"There isn't much time," Obi-Wan told her.
For the first time since they'd met her, Curi smiled.
"Then I'd better get started."
She turned and rushed back into the building.
A voice suddenly boomed out from behind them, "Jedi! Glad to find you here."
It was Dol Heep. The Jedi bowed to him politely.
"You haven't been back to speak to us as you promised,"
Dol Heep said. "We don't understand this lack of courtesy."
"We have been busy with the sick," Siri said.
"You should be busy working to get them off-planet," Dol Heep said in a chiding tone. "Our planet has made a great and generous offer, and still you ignore us. Now we hear that the evacuation ships have been delayed. And you still don't come to us?" Dol Heep's skin was mottled with anger.
"We deserve this treatment? If you do not allow our fleet to land, the Senate shall hear about it!"
"We were just coming to see you, Dol Heep," Obi-Wan said in a polite tone, even though he was nettled at the ambassador's rudeness. "We accept your offer of help."
It was a decision he'd made reluctantly. But Siri was right. Lives were at stake. The Jedi would just have to ensure that the Avoni were not planning a takeover of the famed Radnoran research labs. Though how they would do that, he didn't know. The Senate ships be delayed for days. It was more than time enough for the Avoni to raid the labs.
"More like it, we say," Dol Heep said, satisfied. "We will give the order for the ferry ships to land in both sectors.
We will load the citizens onto skiffs in the cities, then bring them to the ferry ships, which will transport them to the orbiting ships. Then we'll bring them to Coruscant. You see? We give all our resources to our friends the Radnorans."
Dol Heep hurried off, his septsilk cloak swishing with his lurching walk.
"I hope we don't come to regret this," Soara said.
"Yes," Obi-Wan said. "But it seems the only decision to make under the circumstances."
Siri withdrew her comlink from her utility belt. She punched out the coordinates for Ferus. To everyone's surprise, they heard Ferus's voice clearly.
"Yes, Master."
"Ferus! We have received word that the evacuation ships have been delayed — "
"We know this. And Master — "
"One minute, Ferus," Siri interrupted. "This is important.
Avoni ships will be here in a matter of hours. They will transport the population to ships orbiting the planet. Then they'll be taken to safety. There is no need for panic. Did you copy that?"
"Yes, Master. But we fear that someone has — "
Static overcame the line, and it went dead.
The Masters exchanged uneasy glances.
"He sounded worried," Obi-Wan said.
"Yes," Siri agreed quietly. "He did."
"Something is wrong in Tacto," Soara murmured. "I can feel it. But I don't have a clear sense of it."
The Jedi Masters exchanged glances. They all felt the same.
"I agree," Siri said. "We can only trust that our Padawans are able to handle it."
The usually composed Soara looked uncertain. "This is Darra's first mission."
"Ferus has experience with difficult situations," Siri said. "And the others look up to him."
Not Anakin, Obi-Wan thought. He had sensed Anakin's dislike of Ferus. It hadn't worried him. Anakin would naturally feel rivalries with other Padawans at this age. As he matured as a Jedi, he would outgrow them. Once, Obi-Wan had felt the same about Siri. Now he valued her friendship.
Anakin was still young. Without Obi-Wan there to guide him, would Anakin allow his strong will to bend with the needs of the group? Would his dislike of spill over into open conflict? The nagging doubts would not go away.
"They are all excellent Padawans, each in their own way,"
Soara said confidently. "Together they are even stronger."
"But they are not Jedi," Ry-Gaul said softly. "Not yet."
And somehow these gentle words from a Jedi who rarely spoke summed up everything they felt. And everything they feared.
Chapter Twelve
Ferus was right. Ferus was a/ways right. Except when he was wrong.
Anakin hurried along the streets of Tacto with the others.
News of the delay of the evacuation ships had leaked out.
Security officers had called for help. A riot had broken out in the last remaining shop to sell bio-isolation suits.
While he raced along with the others, Anakin's mind was busy furiously reviewing the scene with Galen. Ferus's too- respectful questioning had gotten them nowhere. As soon as Anakin began to make some headway, Ferus had interrupted.
"You handled Galen well back there," Darra said to Ferus.
"I don't think I could have held my temper."
"It does us no good to make him angry," Ferus said. "He is still a source of information for us."
Anakin snorted. "Some source. He didn't tell anything. He treated us like kids. And you let him get away with it."
Ferus glanced down and gave him a cool look as he kept up his easy, loping stride. Anakin wished he weren't so tall.
"He didn't tell you anything, either."
"He was about to," Anakin shot back.
"So you can see into the future," Ferus said. "Hmmm.
That's very unusual for a Padawan."
Anakin flushed angrily as Darra giggled.
"As long as we keep our lightsabers sheathed," Tru spoke up suddenly. The three Padawans looked at him. "We can handle the riot peacefully," he explained.
Now they could hear the roar of the crowd ahead. They picked up their pace and raced to the spot.
Blasters had been drawn. Radnorans lay bleeding on the streets. More pushed to get inside the store. Bio-iso suits had been torn to shreds by competing Radnorans. Over a voice amp system, the shop owner was desperately attempting to quiet the crowd.