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Qui-Gon had no intention of attempting to escape. He knew he was too weak. He didn't acknowledge what she'd said, but ignored Nil and returned to their conversation.
"How does your work drive you?" Qui-Gon asked. While they talked, he examined the space around him without seeming to glance. It was a Jedi skill. To Zan Arbor, he appeared to be totally fixated on her face.
"How does my work drive me?" she repeated, puzzled. "That seems obvious."
Stone floor. Long metal lab tables. Records piled neatly on a desk.
Sensors, computer bank, lab equipment along one wall.
"Not at all. Scientists are driven for different reasons," Qui-Gon said, begi
Only one exit, a durasteel door. A security pad mounted to one side.
He would need a code to exit. Or his lightsaber. Of course, he would have to get by Nil, too.
"Why don't you tell me?" Her gaze was amused as she crossed her arms, tracking his movement. "Which describes me?"
"None of them," he said. "Your ambitions are even grander, I fear.".
"You fear? What is wrong with grand ambitions?"
Qui-Gon stopped and faced her again. "You search for the unknowable and attempt to tame what ca
Only a flare of her nostrils told him that he'd upset her. "So you say," she said, waving a hand. "It doesn't matter. I'm used to being underestimated. You have no idea what I'm capable of."
"On the contrary," Qui-Gon said dryly. "I have a very good idea of how far you will go to get what you want."
"Excellent point," she said, amused again. "You are a worthy adversary, Qui-Gon Ji
"I'm hardly an adversary," he responded. "Am I not your subject?"
"I have a feeling you are subject to no one," she answered, the same faint smile on her face.
Nil glanced at her and then gave Qui-Gon a look of pure loathing.
He is jealous, Qui-Gon realized. Perhaps that is something I can use.
Zan Arbor might have regretted her softer tone, for she turned away and said briskly, "Now for your part of the deal."
She seated herself at a monitor. "I implanted sensors in your body when I treated your wounds. I am waiting. Use the Force."
"I need strength to use the Force — ""Stop stalling," she snapped.
Qui-Gon was weak, but he knew he could reach out for the Force and it would be there. He could not show Zan Arbor how much he could depend on it.
He gazed at a clipboard on the table. Using the Force, he caused it to slide rapidly off the table and clatter to the floor.
"A trick a first year student could accomplish!" Je
Good. "It is the best I can do," Qui-Gon said.
"Liar!" She sprang up from her chair. "How dare you defy me! Don't you realize that you are at my mercy?"
"We made a bargain. You would give me an hour of freedom if I accessed the Force. I did so. I do not think you have the right to be angry," Qui-Gon said steadily.
She moved closer to him. "I… rule… you," she spat out in his face. "Don't forget that."
She snapped her fingers at Nil. "Put him back in the chamber."
"I see you do not keep your word," Qui-Gon said, as Nil grabbed him.
"Do not play with me, Qui-Gon Ji
You barter for your freedom with nothing. So you will get nothing from me."
Only too glad to use brutality against Qui-Gon, Nil roughly pushed him back to the square outline of the chamber. The transparent walls began to rise.
"The amount of effort you use for the Force will result in the amount of time you are given your freedom," Je
The vapor rose around him as the walls surrounded him. Qui-Gon felt despair rise with the enclosing walls.
I need you, Obi-Wan. Find me soon.
Chapter 8
Obi-Wan and Astri hitched a ride on a tech transport to Sorrus. The planet was a large one, with varied climates. Over its vast surface were rugged mountain ranges, huge deserts, and sprawling cities. Large bodies of water were scarce, and a complex irrigation system crisscrossed the planet in an intricate series of waterways and pipes.
The pilot of the tech transport landed in Yi
The pilot gazed out at the city. "Good luck to you. I hope you know where you're going."
"A desert region called Arra," Obi-Wan told him, picking up his survival pack. "Are the Sorrusians a friendly people?"
The pilot gri
Obi-Wan understood the pilot's words within a short amount of time.
He asked three different passersby for information on where to find transport to Arra. Each Sorrusian ignored him.
"Friendly place," Astri said. "I can see where Reesa On gets her sparkling personality."
Ahead Obi-Wan glimpsed a transport center. There, a clerk behind an information desk directed them to a public air transport that made one stop at an outpost in the desert of Arra.
Although it was customary throughout the galaxy for Jedi to hitch rides on public transport without payment, here on Sorrus there was no such courtesy extended. Astri and Obi-Wan paid for their seats with their few credits.
It was a journey of several hours to the desert. The cities thi
The transport pulled up to a desolate landing platform. Obi-Wan and Astri were the only ones to exit.
The air transport rose and disappeared. They stood on the platform and gazed at the sea of sand. The wind blew pellets into their faces, and they pulled up their hoods.