"That was one sweet cruiser," he said.
"What happened?" Siri asked.
"I saw an indicator light malfunction. It didn't cycle through."
"Which one?" Ry-Gaul asked.
"Fuel baffles. Then I noticed that someone had used the stowed toolkit. When I looked at the engine, I saw that someone had rigged the main reactor to blow on ignition. Then I noticed a small timer. I figured that after the preflight check if takeoff didn't take place, it would blow anyway."
"Well done," Ry-Gaul said.
"Very well done," Soara seconded, gazing at the burning ships.
"We're running out of time," Obi-Wan said. He took out his comlink.
"What are you going to do?" Anakin asked.
"I'm afraid that Teluron Thacker is going to find his courage."
"I doubt he'll want to give us a hand," Siri said.
"He doesn't have to give us a hand," Obi-Wan said. "Just a ship."
Within minutes, Thacker pulled into the landing platform in a large airspeeder with a bright orange shell. He looked at the smoking hulks of the cruisers.
He shuddered. "I'm not going to ask."
"Thanks for this," Obi-Wan said as Thacker quickly hopped out of the vehicle.
"It's the company airspeeder. For clients." Thacker looked worriedly at the smoking cruisers. "I'm not supposed to lend it out."
"We'll take good care of it," Obi-Wan said.
Anakin looked at the large speeder with disgust. "This will be like driving a gravsled." He knocked on the decorative fins on the outside. "A gooped-up gravsled, at that."
"It will fit all of us and it will get us there," Obi-Wan said.
"Drive."
The Jedi climbed into the airspeeder. Thacker remained outside, watching them.
"At least it has a couple of sniper blasters," Anakin said approvingly as he surveyed the instrument panel. "They might come in handy."
"You've been a friend to the Jedi," Obi-Wan told Thacker. "We won't forget it."
Thacker swallowed. "I'm sorry."
"About what?" Obi-Wan said as Anakin powered up the engine.
"It isn't very fast, or agile…"
"It's all right."
"I'm sorry!" Thacker yelled as they took off. "Jumpy fellow," Siri said, settling into her seat. "Everyone's jumpy on Korriban," Darra said.
"Can you blame them?"
Anakin guided the airspeeder high above Dreshdae. He entered the coordinates into the computer. "Estimated arrival in ten minutes," he said, pushing to the maximum speed.
Siri twisted around. "Hey, looks like security cruisers on our tail."
Suddenly, the comm unit crackled on the emergency channel.
"Attention, Koro-1 Deluxe Airspeeder. Land and show documentation.
Stolen vehicle check. This is the Commerce Guild Army Patrol."
Obi-Wan pressed the transmission button. "Correction. Owner loaned the vehicle. Please check with owner Teluron Thacker."
"Negative. Owner Teluron Thacker reported vehicle stolen. Land or undergo firepower from laser cannon."
"Thacker betrayed us," Obi-Wan told the others. "That's why he was so jumpy. Somebody got to him."
"Someone he's more afraid of than the Jedi," Soara said. "Anakin, can you outfly those security vehicles?"
"Thirty seconds to land," the comm unit thundered. "In this bucket?"
Anakin gripped the controls. "If I have to."
"Then do it," Obi-Wan said.
"Hold on."
The words had barely left Anakin's lips when the Jedi were nearly plastered to the cockpit canopy as the ship went into a screeching dive.
The army speeders struggled to keep up.
A blast from a laser cannon thundered by, shaking the ship. Anakin put the ship into a tight turn.
"Come on, come on," he muttered. "You can do it." The second blast was closer.
"Use those sniper blasters," Obi-Wan directed. "If we give them some firepower they might back off. Just don't hit anything."
Anakin flipped on the sniper blaster controls. "They've been disabled.
" Obi-Wan groaned. "Great."
"We've got to outrun them, then," Siri said.
"Head for the monastery," Ry-Gaul suggested. "The canyons will give you cover."
Anakin pushed the speeder into a climb that slammed them back into their seats. He tried a corkscrew turn, a movement that he could make with his eyes closed in a decent speeder. This one groaned with the effort. The controls shook in his hands as blaster bolts skittered across the hull.
"This isn't going to work," he muttered. "Ry-Gaul, can you take over?"
Ry-Gaul quickly slid into the pilot seat and Anakin transferred the controls. He crawled past the others to the rear.
"What are you doing?" Obi-Wan asked.
"If I can reduce the air drag, it can go faster." He spoke to Soara, who sat near a small toolkit built into the cabin wall. "Hand me that fusioncutter, will you? It's going to get windy," Anakin warned, before flipping open the canopy.
The wind whipped through the cabin. Anakin used a servodriver to disengage the canopy completely. It flew off the airspeeder, smacking the first security speeder straight in its windscreen. The blow sent the cruiser careening downward to the planet's surface.
"That was lucky," Anakin muttered.
He crawled out on the airspeeder. Buffeted by air currents and hanging on for his life whenever Ry-Gaul swerved to avoid cannonfire, Anakin crawled to the port fins. Using the fusioncutter, he sliced through the fastenings and kicked off the decorative fins. Laser bolts made the hair on the back of his neck stand at attention as the charge shuddered through the air. Anakin held on with his knees as he made deep cuts in the bright plastoid shell and kicked it off into space.
He crawled back inside the speeder. "Better?" he asked Ry-Gaul.
"Better. I can get it up past maximum speed."
To Anakin's surprise, Ry-Gaul inclined his head toward the controls, even as he made a hard left and went into a dive. "Take over."
Feeling pleased, Anakin slipped back into the pilot seat. A Jedi Master had passed the controls to him! Ry-Gaul was renowned as a pilot, and he thought Anakin better able to handle the evasive flying. Take that, Ferus!
Anakin kept pushing the speed. Even when the mountains loomed ahead, he didn't slow down. The air-speeder screamed down into the valley. He looped around a peak and dived into a canyon dotted with boulders. The three remaining army security speeders followed.
Anakin kept the craft close to the ground. This kind of flying came naturally to him. After all, he'd trained on Podracers.
He whipped through the canyon as if it were a racing course. He flew over boulders, squeezed through natural formations, sensing obstacles before they appeared. One speeder behind him clipped a wing and spun out of control.
"Another one down," Obi-Wan said. Anakin allowed himself a moment to look at his Master. He always enjoyed making Obi-Wan pale.