Clone Wars Gambit: Siege (28 page)

“
B
ESPIN
?
”
SAID
P
ALPATINE
, his holoimage gently shimmering. He was on his private yacht, on his way to Chandrila in an effort to shore up plunging Core World morale. “
Master Yoda, are you sure?
”

Seated in his Council Chamber chair, Yoda nodded. “Quite sure I am, Supreme Chancellor. Impeccable is the source of this intelligence.”

“
I see,
” said Palpatine, then clasped his hands on his desk. “
Then I’m afraid I have no choice but to disappoint you, Master Yoda, Senators. Any ships we have to spare must be sent to Bespin, not Lanteeb. A disruption to the Tibanna gas supply would be utterly catastrophic for the Republic.
”

Standing to one side, Bail Organa exchanged a worried glance with Padmé. “Supreme Chancellor, I’m sorry, but I can’t agree. From what we’ve been able to ascertain so far from the Chandrila investigation, if Bespin is the next target for a bioweapon attack then not even Republic Cruisers will be able to stop it. A team of agents and bioweapon experts will prove far more effective than—”

“
By all means, Senator, send in your people,
” said Palpatine, his voice edged like a vibroblade. “
We must take every step possible to prevent a second attack. But I also want a battle group deployed to that region.
”

“Supreme Chancellor, please—” Padmé began, but fell silent as Palpatine unclasped his hands and raised them, sharply.

“
Enough!
” he snapped. “
Must I remind you all how badly destabilized the Republic is at this moment? Because of your failure to prevent the tragedy on Chandrila, confidence in this administration has never been so low—and thanks to your secretive
and high-handed handling of the situation my confidence in you has been sorely tested. So I beg you, do not disappoint me further by arguing against my decision!
”

Bail bowed. “Of course not, Supreme Chancellor. We’ll inform Fleet of your request, and I’ll dispatch our best teams as well. We’ll do everything in our power to protect Bespin. Although—” He hesitated. “It might be in the community’s best interests if we order an evacuation.”

“
And send a signal to the Republic and the Separatists that we’re unable to keep our citizens safe?
” Palpatine demanded, incredulous. “
I hardly think so, Senator Organa.
”

“I agree,” said Padmé. “We need to reassure people, not alarm them. But Supreme Chancellor, what about Lanteeb? It has to be wrested from Separatist control. Not only is it the source of this bioweapon, but the Jedi to whom you and I owe so much remain trapped there. We can’t abandon them.”

“
My dear Senator, they are not abandoned,
” Palpatine retorted. “
Indeed, with Master Windu’s unauthorized addition to Admiral Yularen’s battle group, their welfare has been rated more important than the entire Bothan and Kothlis spynet operation. If that’s not an indication of my regard for them, I’m not sure how I could go about convincing you.
”

Yoda caught Padmé’s eye and lifted a cautioning hand. She nodded, and stepped back. “Supreme Chancellor,” he said, “accept your decision in this matter we do. Intend to usurp your authority we do not.”

“
Really?
” Palpatine frowned. “
I must say, Master Yoda, you and your fellow Councilors have an odd way of showing it.
”

He didn’t need the Force to show him the depth of Palpatine’s displeasure. But it couldn’t be helped. Mace Windu was right: no politician could be allowed to interfere with the Order’s ability to protect its own people. Not even in wartime.

“Supreme Chancellor,” said Bail. “There may be another way to support the Lanteeb battle group. One that doesn’t involve compromising Bespin. Will you trust me to explore it?”

Sighing, Palpatine lowered his gaze to his desk. “
Bail, Bail, Bail…
” He looked up again. “
Yes. Of course I’ll trust you. That bioweapon must be eliminated. And of course I want Anakin and Master Kenobi rescued. I fear dreadfully for their safety. On that score you have my unwavering support.
”

“But no more star cruisers,” Bail muttered once the hololink was severed. “I can’t fathom his reasoning. Surely a swift resolution to the standoff at Lanteeb is in everyone’s best interests.”

“Don’t be so hard on him, Bail,” said Padmé. “Every government in the Republic is looking to him for solace, waiting for him to promise that their planet won’t be the next Chandrila. It’s our job to support him, not criticize and second-guess him.”

Watching the two friends glare at each other, Yoda cleared his throat. “Senators—mistaken am I that news for me you have? Something to do with Lanteeb, I think?”

“Sorry, Master Yoda,” said Bail. “Yes. Padmé and I have come up with a plan we think could work.”

He listened in silence as the two Senators explained their idea of forming an emergency civilian fleet to augment the Republic’s Lanteeb battle group.

“The only problem,” said Padmé, frowning, “is that while we’ve got in-principle support from several governments and corporations, nobody’s willing to commit even one ship. They’re all terrified of provoking a reprisal bioweapon attack on their own planets and people.”

“From what Master Windu’s reported,” Bail added, “it’s clear we can’t break Grievous’s blockade without more ships. And we can’t get more ships without being able to promise those who send them that they’ll be safe.”

“Can you help, Master Yoda?” said Padmé. “Bail says Doctor Netzl can’t find the missing link to create a workable antidote, and that means there’ll be no civilian aid for the battle group. And with the Supreme Chancellor so adamantly against redeploying any more Republic cruisers…” Her breath caught. “I don’t see how we’re going to get Anakin and Obi-Wan off that planet. Or stop Durd and Dooku from launching any more attacks. Can you think of a way to break our deadlock?”

Yoda stroked his chin. It was interesting that she placed the safety of her Jedi friends before the welfare of the entire Republic. It wasn’t what he expected from her. When it came to Obi-Wan and young Skywalker it was clear that Senator Amidala’s emotions remained very much engaged.

A pity that is. pain only can it cause her
.

“Solve Doctor Netzl’s dilemma I cannot,” he said slowly. “Promise these civilian interests that safe it is to help you I cannot. But an answer to Lanteeb? Hmm. Possess that I might. Senator Organa, your assistance would I need.”

Bail nodded. “It’s yours.”

Though he was weary and burdened with grave doubts, Yoda permitted himself a small smile. “But discreet we must be, Senator. If to succeed my plan is, its secrecy paramount must be. Access do you have to a captured Separatist ship?”

“I do, actually,” Bail said, surprised. “An undercover operation near Kessel just netted us one of the Seps’ older Techno Union ships. It’s battered but flyable, and equipped with full Sep security pass codes.”

“What do you have in mind, Master Yoda?” said Padmé. “Can you tell us?”

Sliding out of his chair, he began to pace the Council Chamber. The rapping of his gimer stick was loud in the silence. “Agree that with only four cruisers, break Grievous’s blockade Master Windu and his troops cannot. But slide through it one small ship could, if Grievous believes an ally it is.”

“You want to send another Jedi to Lanteeb?” said Bail. “Master Yoda—forgive my skepticism, but—”

“Changed the circumstances have,” Yoda said, silencing him with a look. “Thanks to Doctor Fhernan, know the location of the bioweapon facility we do. Possible it is now to infiltrate and destroy Durd’s compound.”

“I’m sorry,” said Padmé. “If we know where the facility is, then why aren’t we launching a full-scale assault? Surely that was always the idea? I know it would mean civilian casualties, which we’re trying to avoid, but if we don’t destroy this weapon we’ll have more civilian casualties than the Republic’s seen in a thousand years. We should go back to Palpatine,
tell
him this, and—”

“An assault the plan was, when the element of surprise we had,” Yoda said. “That advantage we have lost, Senator.”

“He’s right, Padmé,” said Bail, turning to her. “In the time it would take the battle group to get past Grievous, you can bet Durd would shift his location. Maybe even escape Lanteeb entirely, with enough stockpiled bioweapon to slaughter half the Republic. Our best hope now is a stealth job.”

“Anakin and Obi-Wan were meant to be a stealth job, and look how well
that
turned out!” she retorted. “Master Yoda, are you seriously suggesting we should trust this Bant’ena Fhernan? She’s already betrayed us once. What makes you think she won’t betray us again?”

Her concern was reasonable, but… “Risk her life to tell us of Bespin she did, Senator. Need to do that she did not. Tell us that Obi-Wan and young Skywalker still live she did, and asked us to help them. Treacherous does that sound to you, hmm? Also, know now she does that saved by the Jedi were her family and friends. A reason to trust us she has, to repay that debt, wouldn’t you say?”

“I suppose so,” she muttered. “But what you’re proposing—it’s terribly risky.”

“Risky it is, yes,” he said gravely. “But our only chance it might be, to avert widespread disaster and save our two missing Jedi.”

Padmé exchanged looks with Bail, then nodded. “All right. Not that you need my permission, but all right. So Bail, while you’re working with Master Yoda on this new plan, I’ll keep pushing forward with the negotiations for a civilian fleet. Because if your friend Tryn has an epiphany in the next few hours we’re going to want those extra ships standing by just in case.”

Still slowly pacing, Yoda smiled at the floor. Did they know how the Force worked within them, these two brave Senators? Could they feel even a hint of it, as he felt it in full flood? He thought not.

“Agreed,” said Bail. “Only—” He was frowning again. “Master Yoda, are you going to tell Palpatine what we’re doing?”

Yoda stopped pacing. “Think that I should, do you?”

“I want to say yes,” said Bail. “But honestly…”

“Need to know he does not, Senator,” he said firmly. “Jedi business this is. Jedi business also the liberation of Lanteeb is. Problems enough with Chandrila and the Senate does our Supreme Chancellor have. Pleased he will be when resolved this crisis is. Care not, that bothered with details he was not.” He smiled again, a little wickedly. “Besides—permission he gave you to pursue other solutions, did he not? Hmm?”

Bail almost smiled back. “Well. Yes. I suppose he did.” Then he looked to Padmé, worried that she would object. But if she had any reservations, she kept them to herself.

After escorting the Senators to Bail’s waiting speeder, Yoda went in search of Taria Damsin. He found her in an empty dojo, lightsaber training with a remote.

“A mission?” Her tawny eyes glowed like banked fires. “We’re going to rescue Obi-Wan and Anakin? Master Yoda, of course I’m in. You don’t even have to ask.”

“Rescue your primary objective will not be,” he said sternly. “Destruction of the bioweapon facility on Lanteeb your most important task is.”

“Oh,” she said. “Yes, Master. I understand.”

He searched her face. Searched the Force for any sense that she was the wrong person for this crucial undertaking. Sensing that, she dropped to her knees before him.

“Master Yoda, I swear on my oath as a Jedi. I can do this. I won’t let you down.”

A sudden flash of Force insight. Yes. She was the right person—a brilliant shadow. One of the best the Temple had ever known. She could do this, and she would not let him down. But the price she would pay… the terrible price…

“It doesn’t matter,” she said, seeing her future in his face. “Nothing matters but making a difference. Please, Master Yoda. Don’t change your mind. Not now.”

Sighing deeply, he closed his eyes and bowed his head. What did the Force want? How did it guide him? He waited, and waited… and his answer came.

“Walk with me, Taria,” he said, full of grief to come. “And explain I will the details of your mission.”

“
L
IAR
!
”
SHOUTED
T
EEBA
J
AKLIN
. “Y
OU’RE A LIAR
, K
ENOBI
! Y
OU
and your friend. You mind-tricked us into believing we’d be safe and now look where we are—trapped and starving. And you expect us to trust you
again?
”

Returned with Anakin to the square, no matter where Obi-Wan looked he saw frightened, unfriendly faces. The handful of villagers who hadn’t fallen victim to greensickness crowded close around him and Anakin, their courage defeated by hunger and terror. Durd’s droid army was quiescent for the moment—but the strain of waiting for the bombardment to start again was almost as bad as enduring hour after hour of blasterfire.

Jaklin’s bloodshot eyes were full of tears. Shame and rage consumed her. She was shouting at him, but she blamed herself for every ill that had befallen her village, and nothing he could say or do would change that.

Nevertheless, he had to try.

“Jaklin, we’re not lying,” he said, willing her to believe him. “The help we hoped for
has
arrived. All we have to do is hold on a little longer. Our people will come.”

“
When?
” she demanded, as the other villagers shifted and jostled and muttered their disbelief. “And where are they?” Jeeringly she stabbed a pointed finger toward the ceiling of the storm shield. “Up there? In space? They can’t help us in
space
, Jedi. They can’t help us at all.”

“Jaklin, they can,” said Anakin. “I promise. Don’t give up hope now. We’re so close.”

“Yes, close to our deaths!” she spat. “Because Rikkard is a sentimental fool and I was a fool to let him sway me.”

Obi-Wan took a step toward her, his hands raised. “Teeba, please. Remember why we’re doing this—we want to stop Lok Durd. We want to prevent him from using his bioweapon against innocent people.”

“
We’re
innocent people,” she said, her glare savage. “When are you going to start caring about
us?
”

“He does care!” Anakin said angrily. “Would he be killing himself in your sick house, trying to heal the wounded and ill, if he didn’t? We
both
care, Jaklin. But giving up when we’re so close to winning? That’s crazy. That’s your fear talking, Teeba. You need to shut it up before it gets everyone killed.”

Obi-Wan heard more furious muttering from the crowd of villagers, felt a sharper edge of danger in the air. He touched Anakin’s arm, drawing him aside. “Don’t,” he said softly. “The ice is very thin. We tread lightly or we fall.”

Frustrated, Anakin nodded. “Fine. But if you’re going to negotiate us out of this, you’d better do it fast. I need to get back to the shield generators.”

The shield generators… the power plant… the ailing villagers in the sick house… no matter where they turned there was a crisis demanding their attention.

Obi-Wan looked again at Jaklin.
Hear me. Please, you have to hear me
. “Teeba, I can’t tell you precisely what’s happening above Lanteeb right now. The Force hasn’t shown me. But I can tell you what I feel—what I
know
—to be true. There are Jedi trying to help us, but the Separatists are blocking them. That’s why they’re not here yet.”

“Then what
good
are they?” cried Jaklin, rousing her fellow villagers to loud agreement. “They might as well have stayed at home!”

“Jaklin—” Gently, he took her by the shoulders. “I have been fighting this war since before it officially began. In these past months I have watched more friends die than I thought was possible and I have seen atrocities you can’t even imagine. For every life I’ve saved, I’ve failed to save another. We’re trapped in a nightmare and there are days, so many days, when I think I’ll never wake. But—”

She shook free of him, trembling. “Torbel’s nightmare is of
your
making, Jedi. You came here. You brought this terror to us. And now—”

“And now Anakin and I are doing our best to save you from it,” he said. “But we can’t do it alone. Jaklin, I’m not lying.” Looking at the close-pressed circle of frightened villagers surrounding them, he raised his voice. “I swear to you, on my life:
I am not lying
. Help has come to Lanteeb and it will come to Torbel just as soon as it can.”

“And if it’s not soon enough?” said Jaklin, lifting her own voice above the murmurs and soft sobs in the crowd. Despair was a muffling shroud, threatening to smother them all. Her finger jabbed upward again. “Any moment, Jedi,
any
moment, that shield could fail.”

“No, it won’t,” said Anakin. “I’m not going to let it. The shield will hold, Jaklin, and so will the power plant. If I have to pour
blood
into them,
they will hold.
”

And still she didn’t want to believe them. Her eyes were cold and unforgiving. “Or we could end this siege here and now. We could give you to the droids so they’ll leave, and leave Torbel alone.”

“
No!
” cried a child’s voice. “No, we can’t do that!” It was Greti. Pushing her way through the crowd, she halted before Jaklin and glared up at her. “Teeba, it’s not right to—”

“Hold your tongue, Greti,” said Jaklin, impatient. “This business is for the adults to meet on and decide. You should go sit with your mam.”

“Bohle’s good without me, she is,” Greti retorted. “Thanks to Teeb Kenobi. She’d be planted if he’d not saved her. So would Arrad. So would lots of us. He’s helped Rikkard and poor Brandeh’s daughter Moyjn and—and—oh,
everyone!
I know, I’ve been helping him. He hardly sleeps or eats, Teeba Jaklin. He’s so tired he
cries
but he doesn’t stop.”

Obi-Wan swallowed a curse.
One moment of weakness
. One moment where he let the enormity of the task overwhelm him. He’d thought the child was asleep. Feeling Anakin’s accusing stare, he shook his head in warning.
Not now
.

Small fists on her skinny hips, an echo of Sufi, Greti trembled with anger. “How can you talk of throwing him to the droids, Teeba? That’s bad, that is. That’s a shameful thing.”

“I agree,” said another voice, soft with its own weariness. A familiar broken, grinding sound, and then the crowd was parting to let Devi through in her rickety antigrav harness. Every awkward step clearly pained her, but she gritted her teeth and kept coming.

“Devi—” said Anakin, startled. “What are you—”

“Don’t fret,” she said, finding a shaky smile for him. “Poolin’s watching the monitors. She knows to comm me if she sees a red needle. It’s the red needle here
I
want to fix.” Like Greti, she turned and glared at Jaklin. “A short memory you’ve got, Teeba. Anakin nearly killed himself saving us from the theta storm.”

“And you think we should repay that debt by laying down
our
lives?” Jaklin shook her head. “If you’re greensick for the young one, Devi, that problem’s yours. Don’t go making it ours.”

Devi’s cheeks flushed. “I’m greensick for no one. Jaklin, the Jedi didn’t steal Lanteeb. The Seps did that. The Seps plan on using our damotite to murder innocents. Anakin and Obi-Wan are just trying to stop them. You saw that before. You can’t not see it now.” Turning, she stared at her gathered friends and neighbors. “It’s easy to stand for what’s right when there’s no cost but hot air and brave words. So is that the kind of people we are? People who’ll let wrong be done to save ourselves a little pain?” She turned back to Jaklin, then spat in the dirt. “And you call yourself a teacher.”

It was Jaklin’s turn to flush. “Devi—”

Obi-Wan held his breath, feeling Anakin tense beside him. At a touch on his hand he looked down to see Greti, who would have made such a magnificent Jedi. Solemnly she curled her fingers around his, her too-old eyes bright.

If I’m wrong, she’ll die. If I’m wrong, they’ll all die. I can’t bear it
.

“Hey,” said Anakin under his breath. “Don’t give up now.”

“I say we stand firm,” said Devi, when Jaklin didn’t speak again. “I say we hold on.”

“For how long?” said Jaklin… but the fight had gone out of her. Now she looked old and tired and sad.

“Until help gets here,” said Devi. “And it will get here. I can’t prove it but I believe it. I believe
them.
”

Jaklin stared at her, saying nothing. And then she walked away. Uncertain, the crowd of villagers watched her retreat, babbling in consternation and confusion.

But Devi wasn’t giving up, or walking away. “Listen to me, everyone!” she shouted. “We’ve come too far to turn back. Yes, we’re on our knees, but we’re not beaten yet. Not unless we surrender. And then we’ll have beaten ourselves.”

Silence. Then someone in the crowd called out: “You promise this is nearly over, Jedi? You promise we won’t have sheltered you for
nothing?
”

Feeling the sea change in the villagers’ volatile emotions, Obi-Wan took a deep breath. “You have our promise that we’ll defend you to the death. And yes, this is nearly over.”

Another groundswell of muttered comments—and then, to his surprise, the people of Torbel began drifting away from the square, heading back to their homes and their children to wait out the siege.

Anakin smiled. “And the Negotiator strikes again.”

He breathed hard for a moment. “No. We owe our reprieve to Greti and Devi.”

“Well, yeah,” said Anakin. “Them, too. Devi—” She slapped Anakin’s chest, her face crumpled into a pretend-scowl. “You can thank me by taking another look at Bay Six’s main feed line. Whatever you did to it last night, it’s not holding.”

Anakin’s amusement vanished. “All right. Just—give me a minute, would you?”

“One,” Devi said, then jerked her thumb toward the street. “I’ll meet you at my groundcar.”

As she headed for her vehicle, each step a challenge, Obi-Wan looked down at Greti. “Time for you to go home and get some sleep. Your mam will be wondering where you are.”

“Bohle knows where I am, Teeb,” said Greti, shrugging. “She knows I can help you in the sick house. Wants me to, she does.”

Oh, but she was a glorious soul. Her strength had saved him, and so many others. He did not want to leave her behind when they left. If they left.

“You’ve helped me enough for now. Greti, you must rest. How will I manage if you make yourself sick?”

Her urchin face dimpled. “You won’t.”

“No. I won’t. So off you go.” He brushed his fingers over her dirty, ragged hair. “And thank you, Greti.”

The child retreated, unwilling but obedient, leaving him and Anakin alone on the village square. In silence they looked at each other.

“Stang,” Anakin said at last. “That was close.” Obi-Wan nodded. “Very.”

Nearly fourteen hours had passed since they first felt the stirring in the Force that heralded the arrival of more Jedi. Fourteen hours of nursing sick people and balky shield generators and the power plant in its slow, inevitable decline. Fourteen hours that had culminated in this desperate confrontation with Torbel’s villagers.

“I’ve tried to see what’s happening out there,” said Anakin. “But I can’t. I can’t even be certain who’s come. I think it’s Ahsoka but—” He rubbed his eyes. “I’m too tired to be sure. I never knew I could feel this tired.”

Neither did I, before Zigoola
. “Don’t worry. They will get to us soon.”

“Do you really believe that?” said Anakin. His expression was bleak.

“Yes,” Obi-Wan said simply. “I have to.”

Anakin looked up, as though he could see through the storm shield, through the hovering cloud of mosquito droids, through the layers of Lanteeb’s atmosphere and out into the cold dark void of space.

“I think it’s Grievous,” he said, his voice low and full of hate. “I think he’s the one standing between our people and this planet.”

“Even if you’re right, Anakin, it doesn’t matter,” he said. “Whoever it is, our people will prevail. They haven’t come all this way to be beaten on Lanteeb’s doorstep.”

Anakin glanced at him. “Can you tell who’s here?”

“For certain?” He shook his head. “No. But I want to say Mace Windu.”

“Master Windu and Ahsoka? Now there’s an interesting team. If it is them, Grievous had better start running. He—”

Out in the street, Devi sounded her groundcar’s horn.

Anakin waved at her. “Sorry, I’d better go. And once I’m done at the plant I need to take another look at that hinky generator from last night. Obi-Wan…”

“If you tell me I look terrible and need to sleep, I shall smack you,” he said, very mildly. “I’m no better or worse off than anyone else here.”

“
Obi-Wan—
”

“Anakin, are you really going to make me say it?”

Frustrated, Anakin shook his head. “Don’t bother. I’ll say it for you. You’ll do what you must.”

“Yes, I will,” he said, still mild. How could he scold, when Anakin’s fear for him was as loud as a shout? “And so will you.” He clasped Anakin’s shoulder, briefly. “I’m glad you’re here. I wouldn’t want to go through this with anyone but you.”

For once, Anakin had no witty retort. “Likewise,” he said at last. “And if I need help checking the other generators?”

“You know where I’ll be.”

Obi-Wan watched him lope across the square and climb into the groundcar beside Devi. As they drove toward the power plant the mosquito droids hovering overhead buzzed into life and opened fire again. A breath later, the mass of battle droids followed suit. He looked up.

Stang. Mace, if that is you out there, hurry. Torbel can’t hold on much longer
.