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"Good," Dooku approved.
"There must be serious flaws in the ship's armor and shields," Qui-Gon went on. "And they were able to blast through the safe room doors using conventional explosive devices."
"And what does that tell you?"
"That the Senator was lying to us, or has been cheated."
"And was the pirate lucky, or smart?"
It took Qui-Gon less than a moment to understand. "The pirate worked so fast that he had to be aware of the ship's vulnerabilities."
"Perhaps. Let's look over the data file again." Dooku reached into his travel pack and extracted the slender holofile. He accessed it and leafed through the reports of previous kidnappings. Qui-Gon read over his shoulder.
"There's a pattern," he said. "The pilots report malfunctions in security, or failures they can't explain."
"Nothing catastrophic enough to raise suspicions," Dooku noted. "First of all, the pilots and security officers are too interested in covering up their own failures. And second of all, everyone is focusing on the kidnapping, not how it occurred."
Dooku knew something else, something he would not share with his Padawan. Lorian took calculated risks. He did not like surprises. It made sense that he would somehow find a way to attack a ship that he already knew had a flawed security system.
"With all this information, what would your first step be?" he asked Qui-Gon.
"Find out where the ship was outfitted with its security devices,"
Qui-Gon said promptly. "Go there and investigate whether there is a co
"Just say it, Padawan."
"Something I am picking up from you," Qui-Gon said. "Anger? Something out of proportion to what happened."
There was that irritating living Force co
"Yes, Master."
Dooku would tell Qui-Gon eventually, but not yet. If Qui-Gon knew that a former Padawan was involved, he would wonder why they weren't contacting the Temple immediately. Dooku wanted Lorian in custody before the Council found out the details. When Dooku's name was spoken throughout the Temple, it would be in the name of glory, not humiliation.
Pale and weak, Eero's head shake was surprisingly vigorous. "That's impossible," he said. "I myself arranged the security upgrades. I chose the most renowned company for vessel security — Kontag. I have an extensive file on them, I did my research. If you could get me my travel bag — " Eero pointed to a bag resting near his clothes.
Dooku handed it to him and he extracted a holofile. "Here. Just look.
They are experts."
Dooku flipped through the file. It was a promotional piece that Kontag gave to prospective customers. He saw long lists of clients, and he recognized the names. Descriptions of highly technical systems, images of the factory floor. It was impressive. He himself had heard of Kontag. They were justly renowned for their excellent security systems and were often linked to the Techno Union. He couldn't imagine that there could be sabotage at one of their plants.
Nevertheless, if something looked wrong, it had to be wrong.
"Qui-Gon, see if you can look up the histories of the ships that were attacked," he told his Padawan. "They should be in the file."
Qui-Gon accessed their data holofile and quickly flipped through it.
"They were all serviced by Kontag," he said, looking up at Dooku.
"There has to be a co
Dooku stepped away from Eero's bedside and used his comlink to contact Kontag headquarters. But after questioning a number of officials, he got nowhere. He shut his comlink in disgust.
"All security information is confidential. I'm not surprised. That's how a company dealing in security has to operate."
"If they won't tell us what we need to know, what can we do?" Qui-Gon asked.
Dooku rose smoothly. "They will tell us what we need to know. But they will not know they are doing it."
Chapter 11
It was not far to the planet Pirin in the Locris sector, where the Kontag headquarters and factories were, yet even the few hours it took to get there were too many for Dooku. He had learned long ago how to conceal impatience, but he had not learned how to eliminate it.
Dooku had time to think on the way to the factory and decided that it would do them no good to demand anything. In his experience, a little subterfuge always worked better than direct confrontation.
"Do we have a plan, Master?" Qui-Gon asked, breaking the long silence.
"Follow my lead," Dooku said. "We will pose as prospective clients.
The main thing we need to do is get a look at the factory floor. If there is sabotage, perhaps we can pick up something."
Dooku strode into the company offices. A recording rod flashed a holographic worker, a pretty young female. "Welcome to Kontag," the image said in a musical voice. "Please state your business and make yourself comfortable in our custom-designed seating that can be retrofitted into any cloud car."
Dooku introduced himself and Qui-Gon and said that the Jedi were interested in a large-scale project to upgrade their security devices on spacecraft. Almost instantly, a salesperson materialized from an i
"I am Sasana," she said. "We're so pleased that the Jedi have thought of Kontag for their needs. We thought your order preferred to handle security internally."
"We are considering other options," Dooku said.
Sasana nodded. "Always wise. Let me show you what kind of top-notch security Kontag can provide." She handed Dooku a file identical to the one that Eero had showed them.
Dooku pretended to look through it and handed it to Qui-Gon.
"Interesting. Can you show us the factory?"
Sasana's smile slipped. "That is an… unusual request."
Dooku's smile took the place of hers. "A deal breaker, I'm afraid. The Jedi are very particular."
He could see that the visions of a big contract were dancing in front of Sasana's eyes. "Of course," she said finally. "This way."
Sasana tried to control the pacing and thoroughness of the tour, but Dooku knew that once he got inside the factory he would see whatever he wished. They strolled down the aisles while droids flew or walked by. Panels were examined, sensor suites were worked on, and the hum of machinery made it difficult to talk. The tour ended at a prototype of a state-of-the-art speeder.