Then she remembered the dream. She had been running. Running from black-cloaked shadowy figures with purple-splotched faces. Muddled memories of stories her mother had told her as a child swirled through her sleep-fogged brain. She had never seen those terrifying forms before, but she knew what they were—witches from Dathomir who had drawn on the dark side of the Force to work all manner of evil.
The Nightsisters.
But the last of the Nightsisters had been destroyed or disbanded long before Tenel Ka had even been born. Why should she dream of them now? The only Force-wielders left on Dathomir used the powers of the light side.
Why these nightmares? Why now?
She squeezed her eyes shut and flopped back on her bed with a grunt as she realized what day it was. This was the day that her grandmother, Matriarch of the Hapan Royal Household, was sending an ambassador to visit Tenel Ka, heir to the Royal Throne of Hapes. And she didn’t want her friends to know she was a princess….
Ambassador Yfra. Tenel Ka shuddered as she thought of her iron-willed grandmother and her ambassadors, women who would lie or even kill to preserve their power—although her grandmother no longer ruled Hapes. Tenel Ka shook her head in wry amusement. The impending visit must be why she had dreamt of the Nightsisters.
Although the inhabitants of her mother’s primitive planet of Dathomir and her fathers plush homeworld of Hapes were light-years apart, the parallels between the Hapan politicians and the Nightsisters of Dathomir were obvious: All were power-hungry women who would stop at nothing to keep the power they craved.
Tenel Ka levered herself into a sitting position. She did not relish the idea of meeting with Ambassador Yfra. In fact, the only positive thought she could muster about it was that her friends would not be here to observe it. At least Jacen, Jaina, and Lowbacca would be far away on Lando Calrissian’s GemDiver Station before the ambassador ever arrived. They would not be here to wonder why their friend, who claimed to be a simple warrior from Dathomir, was being visited by a royal ambassador from the House of Hapes. And Tenel Ka was not ready yet to explain that to them.
Well, she couldn’t stay in bed any longer. She would have to get up and face whatever the day had to offer her. The meeting was unavoidable. “This,” she muttered, flinging aside the covers and standing, “is a fact.”
Jaina and Lowbacca sat in the center of Jaina’s student quarters surrounded by a holographic map of the Yavin system.
“That ought to do it,” she said. Her straight shoulder-length hair swung forward like a curtain, partially veiling her face, as she hunched over to scrutinize the input pad for her holoprojector. She had built the projector herself, piecing it together from her private stock of used electronic modules, components, cables, and other odds and ends that she kept neatly organized in a bank of bins and drawers that filled one wall of her quarters.
“Pretty impressive, huh, Lowie?” Jaina asked, flashing a lopsided grin at the ginger-furred young Wookiee. She pointed at the luminescent sphere drifting above their heads that represented the gas-giant planet of Yavin.
Lowbacca pointed to the image of a small green moon that hovered just above his left shoulder, in orbit around the big orange planet. He gave an interrogative growl.
“Ahem,” the miniature translator droid Em Teedee said from the clip on Lowie’s belt, as if clearing its throat. Em Teedee was roughly oval in shape, rounded in the front and flat on the back, with irregularly spaced optical sensors and a wide speaker grill at the center. “Master Lowbacca wishes to know,” the miniature droid went on, “if the sphere he indicated represents the moon Yavin 4, where we are now.”
“Right,” said Jaina. “The gas planet Yavin has more than a dozen moons, but I haven’t managed to program them all in yet. What I mainly wanted to see,” she continued, “was the trajectory we’re going to follow when Lando takes us to his gem-mining station in the upper atmosphere of Yavin.”
Lowie growled a comment, and Jaina waited impatiently while the prissy translator droid interpreted for her.
“Of course it’s a bit dangerous,” she responded, rolling her brown eyes in exasperation, “but not much. And this is too good an opportunity to pass up. Lando’s going to let us help with some of the mining operations, not just watch,” Jaina said, pointing to a spot just above the glowing surface of Yavin.
Lowbacca reached for the holoprojector’s input pad and pressed a few buttons. In a moment a tiny metallic-looking object appeared near the surface: GemDiver Station.
“Show-off,” Jaina said, chuckling at the speed with which Lowie had programmed the holo map. “Tell you what, from now on I build ’em, you program ’em—fair enough?”
Lowie pretended to preen, rumbling his agreement as he smoothed his hand along the black streak that ran through his fur from his forehead down his back.
Just then Jacen bounded through the door. “They’re here,” he said breathlessly. “I mean almost here. They’re on approach. I was in the control room and I heard that the Lady Luck was coming in.” Twin pairs of eyes—each the color of Corellian brandy—met in a mixture of excitement and anticipation.
“Well, then,” Jaina said, “what are we waiting for?”
Jaina watched with admiration as Lando Calrissian strode down the ramp of the Lady Luck, an emerald-green cape billowing out behind him and a broad smile on his dark, handsome face. His frequent companion, the bald cyborg assistant Lobot, followed him down the gangplank and stood stiffly at his side.
Lando greeted Jaina with a gallant kiss on the hand before turning with a formal bow to her twin brother Jacen and Lowie. Next, he clapped the shoulder of Luke Skywalker, who had come to meet the Lady Luck, his barrel-shaped droid Artoo-Detoo following close behind him.
“Take good care of them, Lando,” Luke said. “No unnecessary risks, okay?” Artoo added a few beeps and whistles of his own.
Lando looked at Luke, pretending to take offense. “Hey, you know I wouldn’t let these kids do anything I didn’t think was a safe bet.”
Luke grinned and gave Lando’s shoulder an affectionate slap. “That’s what I’m afraid of.”
“You’re just worried that once they see my GemDiver Station they’ll be so impressed they won’t want to come back to your Jedi academy,” Lando joked.
Then, with a flourish of his cape, Lando Calrissian motioned Lowie and Jacen up the ramp. He turned to Jaina. “And what can I do to make this field trip more interesting and rewarding for you, young lady?” he asked, offering her his arm to escort her into the ship.
“The first thing you can do,” she said, accepting his arm with an enthusiastic smile, “is tell me all about the Lady Luck’s engines….”
2
The Lady Luck left the jewel-green jungle moon behind as Lando Calrissian and his trusted companion Lobot piloted them across space toward the gaseous ball of Yavin.
“You kids should enjoy this,” Lando said. “I don’t think you’ve seen anything quite like Corusca mining before.”
As the Lady Luck approached the giant planet, the orbiting industrial station came into view. Lando’s Corusca-mining facility, GemDiver Station, was a symphony of running lights and transmitting grids surrounded by dozens of automated defensive satellites. The security satellites homed in on the Lady Luck, powering up weapons as the ship approached. But when Lando keyed in an access authorization code, the satellites acknowledged his signal, then turned back to their robotic perimeter search for intruders and pirates.