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Chapter 8
Obi-Wan told Si Treemba about his conversation with Qui-Gon. The Arconan nodded, as if he'd expected it.
"Clat'Ha would say the same," he said. "We need more proof."
"Just what I was thinking," Obi-Wan declared.
Si Treemba hummed with nerves. "The last time you had that look in your eye, we ended up in a Hutt prison."
"Relax," Obi-Wan said. "We're only going to stake out the a
"Any number of thing," Si Treemba moaned.
Obi-Wan and Si Treemba stretched out flat between two rows at the edge of the field. They pulled a green tarp over their heads for warmth and camouflage.
"You might as well go to sleep," Obi-Wan said. "I'll take the first shift."
"If you're sure," Si Treemba mumbled. He closed his eyes. A moment later, he began making the snuffling sound Arconans make when they sleep.
Obi-Wan felt charged with excitement about the stakeout. After only an hour, however, his eyelids began to droop as well. He couldn't fall asleep! Maybe he could take a quick exploratory tour. That would wake him up.
He slithered out of the field and stood. Brushing himself off, he headed for the boor to the a
Once again, he used the Force to open the door. Everything was exactly where he had left it. He crossed to the box.
Just as he reached it, he heard a noise behind him. He whirled around and saw a hooded figure approaching. At first he thought it was Si Treemba, wrapped in the tarp. The he realized it was a stranger in a shiny black cape.
"Who are you?" he asked. He felt the uneasy ripple of something dark in the Force.
"A friend," the hooded figure said. "Someone who was once just like you." He threw off the hood. His blue gaze was warm and friendly. "I used to be his apprentice, too."
"Qui-Gon's?" Obi-Wan asked suspiciously. "I'm not really his Padawan. And everyone says his Padawan died."
"Is that what they say?" the man asked. "Yet here I am. What else do they say?"
"That Qui-Gon's Padawan disgraced the Jedi," Obi-Wan said. "And betrayed Qui-Gon."
The man's eyes burned blue fire. "Is that Qui-Gon's story?" Then the hard lines of his face relaxed. "I was his Padawan. So I know what you go through every day, Obi-Wan Kenobi. I know what you wait for. His approval. His trust. But he keeps both from you. He keeps a skin of Ice around himself. The more you try to please him, the farther away he goes."
Obi-Wan said nothing. The words seemed to have come from his own heart. At his worst moments, it was exactly what he thought.
Xanatos looked compassionately at the boy. "Yoda praises him. The Galactic Senate depends on him. Everyone vies to be his apprentice. But he is the worst kind of Master. He denies you his trust. Yet he demands everything of you."
Obi-wan heard the words as if he were in a trance. How true it is, he thought. Deep anger stirred, anger that lay dormant inside him. He feared his anger more than any enemy.
"I am Xanatos," the man said. "Did he ever mention me to you?"
Obi-Wan shook his head.
Xanatos gave a sad, rueful smile. "No," he said softly. "He would not. It's up to me to tell you what he did to me. How he built me up, kept me by his side, always with the promise that I would advance. Yet, in the end, he broke every promise. It will happen to you, too, Obi-Wan."
Could it be true? Could Qui-Gon's coolness hide the seeds of betrayal? Obi-Wan had felt the chill of Qui-Gon's reserve, but he always assumed it was because Qui-Gon hadn't accepted him. Did Qui-Gon's secrecy hide evil, or good?"
"Why are you telling me this?" Obi-Wan asked warily.
"To warn you," Xanatos sad. "That's why I came. You — " He stopped suddenly. He held up a hand. "Someone is coming," he whispered.
Suddenly, five security officers burst in. Obi-Wan saw the red planet patch on their uniforms. Offworld! What was their security force doing in the dome?
One of the men spoke into a comlink. "We found the thieves." He said.
"No," Obi-Wan said. "We're just — "
But Xanatos had drawn his lightsaber. Obi-wan watched in surprise as Xanatos charged. Only Jedi carried such weapons. The guards drew their blasters, and Obi-Wan had no choice. In the blink of an eye, he had powered up his own lightsaber and joined the battle.
He felt the reassuring weight in his hand as he wielded the weapon, knocking a blaster from the guard's grasp. He knew Qui-Gon would not want him to kill Offworld guards. It could make a bad situation worse back in Bandor.
So he fought defensively, while Xanatos became to aggressor, spi
Xanatos's Jedi skills must have been rusty. He allowed himself to be maneuvered into a corner. The guards advanced with blasters drawn. Obi-Wan leaped on top of a pile of crates and threw himself into the group, arms and legs scissoring in the air. Two guards went down firing, and he felt searing pain in his shoulder. Still, he was able to kick the third guard's blaster from his hand.
The guard suddenly produced an electro-jabber. He raised it against Xanatos as Obi-Wan raced to stop him.
Obi-Wan deflected the move with his lightsaber, but the electro-jabber dealt a glancing blow against his ribs. Blinding pain shot through his body. He reached out for the Force dizzily, but someone smashed him from behind. His vision turned gray and fuzzy, and he sank to his knees.
The last think he remembered was hitting the floor.