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"Bog doesn't know it, but he just destroyed his career," Palpatine said.
Palpatine wasn't gloating, Anakin thought. That would be beneath him.
But he did look rather… satisfied.
He remembered back on Romin, when he had felt a surge of power, realizing that the Force could not only allow him to move objects, but also to see into motivations and consequences. Many beings were transparent in their greed and ego, just as Bog was. Thinking several steps ahead was not that difficult.
Palpatine understood this; did his Master? Obi-Wan was so cautious.
Anakin glanced at Palpatine, admiring how he moved through the Senate halls. He did not exaggerate his power but he did not diminish it. He accepted it and accepted the ways in which he would have to use it.
How satisfying it must feel to simply wait for events to unfold as you have foreseen them, Anakin thought. How powerful to know the outcome before it happened. This was what he could learn — and not from his Master. From Palpatine.
Chapter Fourteen
At the Jedi Temple, Obi-Wan pored over the schematics for the water delivery system in the targeted area of Coruscant. Siri and Ferus showed him what they'd learned from the experts they'd consulted.
The laser map was holoprojected, and Siri used a laser pointer as she spoke. "The access points are here, here, and here, including the tu
Obi-Wan nodded. "Looks good." "What about the thread analysis?" Ferus asked.
"Looks like a dead end," Obi-Wan reported. "A question of too much information rather than too little. The droid analyst says it's common throughout the galaxy. Thousands of uses and manufacturers. The computers are breaking them down into zones of probability, but…"
Siri looked back at the holoprojection map. "We have everything covered, Obi-Wan."
"But you do not feel secure."
Siri's eyebrows knit together. "No."
"Nor do I."
Ferus hooked his fingers into his utility belt. "I have a feeling none of us will be sleeping tonight."
Obi-Wan and Anakin spent the night patrolling the streets and sky lanes. Keeping out of sight, the Jedi made sure the water delivery system remained untouched. Master Windu had allocated the necessary resources to do so. Nevertheless, Anakin and Obi-Wan watched the watchers. They did not know when Omega's team would strike, but they felt they could not trust anyone else to be fully prepared. They knew Omega's cu
The first rays of the sun were flashing on the Temple spires as Obi- Wan and Anakin returned from their rounds. Waiting for them in the Great Hall were Jedi Master Soara Antana and her apprentice, Darra Haariden.
Anakin hurried forward to greet his friend Darra. He had barely seen her since their mission to Norah, where she'd been wounded.
"How are you doing?" he asked.
"Ru
Meanwhile, Obi-Wan drew Soara aside.
"Thank you for coming so quickly," he said. "Is everything.."
Soara nodded. "They're having breakfast at the moment. Master Ala
Anakin overheard and shot his Master a curious look, but Obi-Wan merely said, "Meet us at Dexter's Diner at the prearranged time."
Anakin joined Obi-Wan. He raised his eyebrows in a question.
"The fear you saw on Astri's face," Obi-Wan said grimly. "I want to make it go away."
It took some persuading, but Astri agreed to meet him. Obi-Wan waited outside Dexter's Diner. When he saw her approach, he walked forward to greet her.
"Obi-Wan, I can't interfere with Bog, even for you," she said before he could speak. "I'm a Senator's wife now."
"Why can't you meet my eyes, Astri?" he asked. "Don't be ridiculous,"
she said, but her gaze kept moving.
"Are you afraid you were followed?"
"No. I took precautions." Astri saw her mistake. She bit her lip.
"You are afraid," Obi-Wan said. "Don't worry, you weren't followed.
There are Jedi watching your every move now. And yet you still can't meet my eyes."
All he could see was the top of her head. The dark curls that once tumbled down her back were now cropped close against her skull. He remembered when she had shaved off her hair in order to impersonate a bounty hunter. Astri had never had much vanity. She was a pure spirit, and he had misjudged her.
"I am ashamed," she said quietly. "That is why I can't meet your eyes.
" He took her arm and led her into the shelter of the diner overhang.
"There is no need for shame, old friend," he said softly. "We have been through worse together."
She shook her head. "No. We have not." She looked up, and he saw that her deep green eyes glistened with tears. "Now I have a child."
"And Bog has threatened him."
"He will take him away. He is so young, Obi-Wan. I ca
"Astri, that is not a cause for shame. I understand it. Of course that is what you must do."
"You understand that I couldn't help you?"
Obi-Wan nodded. "And you must understand that I must help you."
"There is no help for me. Even from the Jedi."
"Look." He took her by the shoulders and spun her around. Now she could see inside the diner. Her father, Didi, was comparing recipes with Dexter. Lune, her son, was sitting on a stool, swinging his legs as Darra teased him, making him laugh. A large plate of Dex's special cakes sat in front of the child. He picked up a piece with his fingers and ate it, then licked his fingers.
Astri put a hand on her heart.
"I had Soara and Darra bring them. We can arrange to have them back before anyone knows they are missing, if that is your choice. But there is another."