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Obi-Wan shielded his eyes from the intense light. Si Treemba cried out.
Half of the gun ship disintegrated, hurtling debris into space. A second blast followed the first, as the gun ship’s arsenal exploded.
Bits of metal riddled the Monument. A huge section of the blown gun ship hurtled into a second Togorian warship.
Obi-Wan didn’t plan to wait and see id the pirates would shoot him down. While they recovered, he hit a button, loading more torpedoes into his launch tube.
With the navigation console out, the only way to fly the ship was manually. Obi-Wan grabbed the control, pulled back hard, and hit the thrusters. He heard the harsh sound of metal rending. Had he just ruined the engines?
Quickly, he consulted the display terminals. He saw the source of the sound. Two Togorian cruisers were latched to his docking bays. By blasting off, Obi-Was was ripping away from the ships — tearing apart seals to the doors.
All the air by the docking bays would rush into space.
Qui-Gon had gone to stop the pirates’ boarding party.
Obi-Wan gritted his teeth and fervently hoped that only pirates would be swept out into space with the wreckage.
Ahead of him, a Togorian warship opened fire.
* * *
The floor lurched under Qui-Gon’s feet as he met the pirate captain. The huge Togorian weighed four times as much as a man.
Even under normal circumstances, it would have been all the Qui-Gon could do to fend off the pirate. He tried to catch his footing as he blocked the monster’s blow.
The pirate almost fell, but recovered in time to raise the vibro-ax. The blade bit deep into Qui-Gon’s right shoulder, driving him to the floor.
Qui-Gon gasped from the searing pain. His shoulder burned as if it were on fire. He tried to lift his arm, but it was useless.
Behind the pirate, Qui-Gon heard the sound of peeling metal. The seals to hold had ripped apart. Wind howled down the hall as the ship’s air screamed away. Qui-Gon saw droplets of his own blood stripped away like rain in a storm.
Debris came hurtling down the hall — blasters and helmets of dead Togorians. They battered the huge Togorian pirate, and he raised his shield, fighting forward, pressing the attack.
Qui-Gon let the wind pull him, so that he slid along the floor toward the vacuum of space, closer to the pirate captain.
If he died, he would take the monster with him.
* * *
Heavy blaster fire ripped through the hull of the Monument. To Togorian warship had taken aim at the bridge, but with the sudden thrust of the huge ship, the blaster bolts had struck the ship behind their mark.
Obi-Wan pushed away the thought of who might have died in the attack. He reversed thrusters.
The warship’s next salvo fell short, blasting harmlessly into space. Obi-Wan took half a moment to aim his proton torpedoes, the launched them down the warship’s gullet.
As he was sucked toward the space vacuum, Qui-Gon called his lightsaber to his left hand. He aimed a blow at the pirate captain’s feet. The Togorian grabbed a handhold and leaped high, evading the cut, then landed directly on Qui-Gon’s left arm with his booted feet.
Fighting the pain, Qui-Gon tried to bring up his lightsaber, but the huge Togorian had him pi
The pirate captain roared madly in triumph, and the wind seemed to roar with him. It tore down the corridors like a tornado. Qui-Gon could hardly breathe.
Suddenly the pirate’s head disappeared. The huge Togorian hurtled backward, grabbed by the fury of the wind.
Qui-Gon looked up the hall. Clat’Ha crouched on the floor, desperately clinging to the handle of a locker door with one hand, her heavy blaster in the other.
In the heat of battle, the Togorian had forgotten all about the woman.
Down the hall was a bulkhead door that should have closed automatically when the air pressure dropped. But with all the damage to the ship, it was no surprise that it hadn’t worked.
Qui-Gon was bleeding badly, and could hardly breathe. Weakly, with the last of his will, he reached out with the Force and moved a bit of debris, touching the controls to the door and sliding it closed. As the wind stopped screaming through the ship, everything became deathly silent.
All that Qui-Gon could hear was his own heart beating, and Clat’Ha gasping for air.
The Togorian warship exploded in a burst of light.
Si Treemba worked at the communications console, launching distress beacons. It might take days for a Republic ship to respond, or one could arrive in a matter of seconds. It was impossible to know who would be traveling the space lanes.
Suddenly the Togorian warships peeled away from the Monument. Their gun ship and warship were destroyed. Their captain’s cruiser and second boarding vessel had ripped away from the Monument’s hull, and dead pirates could be seen littering space.
The last of the pirates blasted off into hyperspace, never guessing that they’d been bested by a twelve-year-old boy.
Obi-Wan piloted the Monument among the glimmering stars. Warning claxons were ringing everywhere. Monitors showed air leaks from a dozen holes.
“It looks like the shi is falling apart,” Obi-Wan said to Si Treemba.
Si Treemba nodded his triangular head worriedly. “We have to land now, Obi-Wan.”
“Land where?” Obi-Wan asked, looking ahead at nothing but empty space.
Si Treemba bent over the nav computer. “It’s not working,” he said.
“I know,” Obi-Wan replied. “That’s why I’m flying manually. Where are the crew? Why isn’t anyone coming to help us?”
“They’re probably dealing with the wounded or maybe they are wounded themselves.” Si Treemba peered ahead through the view screen. “Wait! There!”
Obi-Wan could just glimpse the planet ahead, a blue marble the color of water, shot through with white clouds.
“How do we know we can breathe the air?” Obi-Wan asked. The atmosphere might be poison, the planet might be hostile.
“It had got to be better than breathing in a vacuum,” Si Treemba suggested.
The Arconan’s faceted eyes met Obi-Wan’s. The great ship shuddered, and another warning monitor went off, signaling that the air pressure was dropping.