Zekk looked up with a gasp to see a tall figure, darker than the inky shadows, step out in front of him. “Well, what have we here?” a syrupy voice said, deep and powerful.
The figure stepped closer, and Zekk could see a tall woman with eyes that flashed a burning violet. She wore a glittering black cloak with shoulder spines like defensive armor. Long black hair flowed around her like wire-thin snakes. Her skin was pale, her lips a deep crimson. She tried to smile, but the expression looked foreign on her face.
“Greetings, young sir,” she said, her voice oozing persuasion. “I require a moment of your time.” When she stepped more fully into the light, Zekk noticed that the woman walked with a pronounced limp.
“I don’t think so … ,” he said, backing up and turning around just as two sinister figures emerged from the side corridors: a compact woman with light brown skin and wavy bronze hair and a shadow-faced young man with dark bushy eyebrows.
“Just one moment of your time, boy. Vilas and Garowyn here will make sure you don’t do anything foolish,” the dangerous-looking woman said. She limped closer to him. “I am Tamith Kai, and we need to perform a test on you. It won’t hurt a bit.” Zekk thought he detected a tone of disappointment in her voice.
The young man Vilas and the short, bronze-haired woman grabbed him from behind. Instantly, Zekk struggled, thrashing and shouting out loud. The strangers didn’t seem bothered by how much noise he made, and Zekk knew with a sinking certainty that cries for help were not at all uncommon in these abandoned levels—although brave rescuers were.
Zekk tried to yank his arms free from the clawlike grasp of his captors, but to no avail. Tamith Kai withdrew a strange device from the black folds of her cape. Unraveling wires connected to a pair of flat crystalline paddles, she switched on an additional power grid. A high-pitched hum vibrated through the machine case.
“Leave me alone!” Zekk lashed backward with his foot, hoping to deliver a sharp blow to sensitive shins.
“Be careful,” Tamith Kai said to her colleagues with a meaningful scowl. “Some of them can be dangerous when they kick.”
She leaned closer and waved the humming crystal paddles around his body, scanning him. His heart pounding with fear, Zekk gritted his teeth and squeezed his emerald eyes shut. To his surprise, he felt no tingling energy; no burning analytical beam sliced through his skin.
Tamith Kai withdrew, and Garowyn and Vilas leaned over Zekk’s bony shoulders to observe the readings. Still struggling, Zekk caught a glimpse of the glowing image, a colorful aura projected in a micro-hologram.
“Hmmm, surprising,” Tamith Kai said. “Look at the power he has.”
“A good find,” Garowyn agreed. “Quite fortunate.”
“Not fortunate for me!” Zekk snapped. “What do you want?”
“You’ll be coming with us,” Tamith Kai said. Her tone was filled with confidence, as if she didn’t care about his objections.
“I’m not going anywhere with you!” Zekk shouted. “No matter what you found, I won’t—”
“Oh, just stun him,” Tamith Kai said impatiently, turning about on her stiff leg and limping back down the shadow-shrouded corridor. “He’ll be easier to carry that way.”
Vilas released his grip on the boy’s arms, and Zekk tried to run, knowing this was his last chance … but arcs of blue fire looped out, engulfing him and slamming him down into unconsciousness.
9
Jaina stared morosely at her brothers. She bit her lip, wondering what their mother would say when she got back from seeing the Karnak Alpha ambassador to her quarters. She hoped Leia wasn’t too upset with Zekk.
Jacen paced the living area, muttering to himself. “Blaster bolts!” he said with a dramatic gesture. “Can you believe Zekk thinking the bouquet was a salad? It’s a good thing Tenel Ka was there to head off that other problem. We still probably made a terrible impression on the ambassador.”
“I don’t think it turned out so badly,” Anakin said from where he sat on a large cushion near the door. “Mom will handle it. You’ll see.”
Jaina groaned. “Zekk probably feels terrible.”
“We’ll see him in the morning,” Jacen said, “when we help him look for that central multitasking unit. We can apologize to him then.”
The door to their quarters swished open and Leia walked in wearing a bemused expression. After a moment of anxious silence, all three of her children spoke at once.
“I’m sorry, Mom. It’s all my fault,” Jaina blurted.
“Was the ambassador very angry?” Jacen asked.
“Where’s Dad?” Anakin said.
The barrage of questions snapped Leia out of her daze. “Nothing to be sorry for, Jaina,” she said, giving her daughter a hug. “The ambassador says I’ve got three wonderful children, and they have charming friends.” She stooped to smooth back Anakin’s straight dark hair. “And to answer your question, your father had begun discussing hyperspace trade routes to Karnak Alpha with the ambassador, and decided to stay for some business that was even more important.”
Jaina blinked in surprise at this unexpected turn of events and sat down at one end of a long, cushioned repulsorseat. Leia sat down beside her, and Jacen settled next to his mother on the other end of the seat. Leia adjusted the repulsorseat’s controls to a gentle rocking motion. Anakin dragged his floor cushion over to sit beside them, quiet and attentive.
Leia smiled down at her children. “The ambassador was certainly impressed by the number of young people we had invited to meet her at the dinner. She also said that any adult who was willing to break with her own social traditions just to make a child feel more comfortable should have no problem negotiating an alliance with Karnak Alpha. I’m glad you twins were here with us, rather than at the Jedi academy.”
“That’s great, Mom,” said Jaina, snuggling deeper into the cushions.
“I learned something very important about myself tonight,” Leia continued. “As your father and I walked the ambassador and her children back to their quarters, I realized that my kids were more important to me than any ambassador. When we got to their quarters, the ambassador said she was ready to discuss her planet’s alliance with the New Republic. That’s when I amazed even myself. I said I’d be happy to talk with her about it in the morning—but that for right now I needed to be with my children.”
Jaina gave a low whistle. Her mother was always so wrapped up in her duties as Chief of State, such a response seemed inconceivable. “You didn’t!”
Leia chuckled. “Yes I did, and you know what she said?” She sounded a bit surprised. “She said in that case she no longer had any doubts that we could form an alliance. Everything is all set.”
“If everything’s all set, why didn’t Dad come back with you?” Anakin asked. “What other important business was there?”
“He offered to stay behind,” Leia said, raising her eyebrows, “and tell the ambassador’s children one of your favorite bedtime stories. Can you guess which one?”
Jacen, Jaina, and Anakin all murmured in unison, “The Little Lost Bantha Cub.”
“Then you’ll have to tell us a story, too, Mom,” Anakin said in a sleepy voice.
So she did.
10
The next morning, as they found their way through the streets, Jacen had an uneasy prickly feeling at the back of his neck, as if a trail of mermyns were crawling along his skin. Something felt wrong, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was. “Blaster bolts,” he muttered.
For some reason they all seemed a bit jumpy today. Jaina had taken the lead, since she was most familiar with the way to Zekk’s quarters. Jacen, on the other hand, always got lost. Tenel Ka followed Jaina in silence, her shoulders squared, her back rigid, while Jacen and Lowie brought up the rear.