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Soon Krayn would look for Rashtah. The Wookiee would be found. Obi-Wan had less time than he'd thought. He had to find Anakin.
Chapter 17
As Anakin steered the gravsled to the drop-off pile, Mazie stepped closer. She had changed places with the worker closest to the pile, and she and Anakin exchanged smiles and glances throughout the day. It made the work almost bearable, Anakin thought.
He made note of the fact that although Mazie had claimed not to make friends anymore, she had certainly befriended him. He noticed that she watched out for others, too. If a worker's output was slackening, she quickly organized other slaves to help. If they spread the work among themselves, the droids didn't notice. As she passed down the line, she often put a hand on a shoulder here, or bestowed a quick smile there.
She had the loyalty of the slaves. Anakin both admired that and filed the information away.
Mazie drifted closer as he unloaded the battered durasteel bins full of cut spice.
"I have a little bread. Berri brought it to me," she whispered. "Here.
" She pressed a bit of bread in his hand.
"No," Anakin said, trying to give it back.
"You're young. You need your energy." Mazie quickly drifted back. If he followed her, he might attract the attention of the patrolling droids, and she knew it.
Anakin pocketed the piece of bread and finished unloading the bins. He would distribute it to a worker below who he noticed had been weakening daily.
He climbed up on the gravsled and hit the forward controls, ready to take the long tu
Suddenly Siri stood in front of him, her hands on her hips. He jerked the gravsled to a stop.
"What is in your pocket?" she asked.
He did not answer.
Her lips thi
Anakin climbed off the gravsled. Siri led him to a corner away from the patrolling droids, the hooded gazes of the slaves, and noise of the machines.
She turned on him immediately, her blue eyes snapping. "It is foolish to break the rules here. You are not supposed to fraternize with other slaves during work hours. No speaking is allowed unless a few words are needed for work."
Anger sputtered through a weary Anakin. "You do not have to repeat the rules to me."
"So you choose to break them? That is stupid. You will call attention to yourself, and attention is never good here. Your duty is to keep your eyes down and survive."
"I am a slave, Siri," Anakin said, not bothering to hide the contempt in his voice. "I am your prisoner. Isn't that enough for you? Don't pull me aside to rub my face in it. How dare you?"
Siri looked at him, shocked.
"Who are you to tell me my duty?" Anakin spat out. "You betrayed us all. You turned your back on the Jedi and embraced the dark side. Now you are Krayn's spy. The ally of a slave trader, the most contemptible, despicable being in the galaxy — "
A low chuckle reached his ears. Anakin sputtered to a stop as Krayn stepped around the corner.
"Such praise," he said mockingly. "How lucky I am to be such an icon of evil to my property. It means I am doing something right."
"I was just reprimanding this slave," Siri said. "He is new and did not know the rules."
Krayn turned to her and his expression was no longer amused. "So you are a Jedi. What did he call you? Siri?"
"No longer," Siri said. "I left them long ago, but they have this ridiculous code of loyalty. They think they own me. No one owns me!"
"Ah, you forget something," Krayn said. "I do." Siri's eyes blazed.
"No one owns me, Krayn." Suddenly guard droids appeared around the corner and surrounded them.
"I left the Jedi for good," Siri said. There was no trace of begging in her voice. "I have been your loyal associate, Krayn."
"Yes, the best I ever had," Krayn said sadly. "Yet I ca
" He turned to the droids. "These two are Jedi. Take them into the security prison to await execution." He smiled at Siri. "I think a little show for the Colicoids might be a good start for our partnership."
The guards surrounded Anakin and Siri in a tight circle. They marched the two prisoners down the row toward the exit. Mazie looked at him furtively and tried to give him a smile of support. He gave her a meaningful glance.
The guards marched Anakin and Siri to Krayn's complex high above the factory floor. Anakin was surprised that Siri did not try to resist. He wondered if she still had her lightsaber somewhere. If she had, surely she would use it.
They were locked together in the lowest level of Krayn's complex in a high-security cell. Anakin put his palms on the door as if he could force it open.
"The Colicoids are already here for the meeting," Siri said. "It might not be too long."
Anakin didn't speak to her.
The guards had stripped Siri of her weapons, but she reached into a slit in her utility belt and came up with a small device. She activated it.
"No listening devices," she murmured. "Good."
Anakin said nothing. If she thought he was going to speak to a traitor, she was crazy as well as evil.
"Anakin," Siri said quietly, "I am still a Jedi. I am working undercover."
He turned, surprised. "How do I know you're telling the truth?"
"You don't. You have to trust me. Even Obi-Wan didn't know. No one at the Temple does, except for the Jedi Council. This was our final attempt to clean up Nar Shaddaa and end Krayn's reign of terror."
Anakin waited as Siri's words sunk in. His brain did not weigh her words. He allowed himself to feel them, to tap into Siri's essence.
"I believe you," he said at last.
"Good." She sat cross-legged on the floor. "Not that my being a Jedi helps us at the moment. But it makes things a little more pleasant in here.
" Anakin was suddenly stabbed with guilt. "I blew your cover!"
She waved a hand. "It's all right."
"It's not! I compromised the mission. Obi-Wan has always instructed me to be careful with what I say in anger."