Republic Commando_ Hard Contact Part 19

He sidestepped her, but only just.

"Relatively safe way to perfect your lightsaber skills," Darman said.

"Relatively?" She held the pole two-handed, furious.

"Relatively," Darman said, and brought his own mock lightsaber around sharply on her shin.

"Ow! You-"

"Come on. Do your worst." Darman leapt back out of the range of a savage and uncontrolled lunge. "That's it. Come at me."

That was the point at which she always stumbled-the fine line between giving maximum effort and being blinded by angry violence. You have to mean it. It's not a game anymore. She came at him with a two-handed sweep from right to left, cracking hard against his weapon and feeling the impact in her wrists and elbows, forcing Darman onto his back foot. Three more rapid sweeps, right, right, left-and then one immediately downwards, unexpected, hitting him so hard between neck and shoulder that if the pole had been a real lightsaber she would have sliced him in half.

She heard the sickening thwack. It was the first time she'd seen him in pain. It was a split second of a grimace, no more, but she was instantly appalled at herself.

"Sorry-" she said, but he came straight back at her and sent the stake flying from her hand.

"You have to press home your advantage," Darman said, rubbing his neck. "I've never used an energy blade and I don't have the Force to call on. But I do know when to go all-out."

"I know," Etain said, inspecting her shin and catching her breath. "Did I do any damage?"

"Nothing serious. Good move."

"I don't want to let you down when you need me most."

"You've done fine so far, Commander."

"How can you do all this, Darman?"

"Do what? Fight?"

"Kill and remain detached."

"Training, I suppose. And whatever was in Jango Fett that made him... detached."

"Were you ever afraid in training?"

"Almost always."

"Did you ever get hurt?"

"All the time. Others died. It's how you learn. Getting hurt teaches you to shoot instinctively. That's why our instructors began training us with simunition that would hurt us without causing permanent damage. Then we moved on to live rounds."

"How old were you then?"

"Four. Perhaps five."

She hadn't known that. It made her shudder. She couldn't recall any Jedi dying in training. It was another world. She picked up her pole and made a few slow pa.s.ses with it, her gaze fixed on its tip. "I find this accelerated growth difficult to comprehend."

"It's a Kaminoan industrial secret."

"I mean that it's hard for me to reconcile what you appear to be and what you can do, with-well, with someone who's had less experience of the profane world than even a Padawan."

"Sergeant Skirata told us we perplexed him."

"You talk about him a lot."

"He trained my squad and also Niner's and Fi's. That might be why they put us together for this mission when our brothers were killed."

Etain felt ashamed. There was no self-pity in him whatso-ever. "What will they do with you in thirty years, when you're too old to fight?"

"I'll be dead long before then."

"That's rather fatalistic."

"I mean that we'll always age faster than you. We've been told decline for clones is mercifully swift. Slow soldiers get killed. I can't think of a better time to die than when I'm no longer the best."

Etain really didn't want to hear anything more about death right then. Death was happening all too easily and frequently, as if it didn't matter and had no consequences. She could feel the Force being distorted around her; not the regular rhythm of life as it was meant to be, but the chaos of destruction. She felt she could neither accept it nor influence it.

"We're supposed to be peacekeepers," she said wearily. "This is ugly."

"But war always is. Calling it peacekeeping doesn't change anything."

"It's different," Etain said.

Darman pursed his lips, looking slightly past her as if rehearsing something difficult in his mind. "Sergeant Skirata said that civvies didn't have a clue, and that it was all right for them to have lofty ideas about peace and freedom as long as they weren't the ones being shot at. He said nothing focuses your mind better than someone trying to kill you."

That stung. Etain wondered if the comment were just an unguarded recollection, or a subtle rebuke of her principles. Darman appeared equally capable of either. She still hadn't come to terms with his duality, killer and innocent, soldier and child, educated intelligence and grim humor. Undistracted by a normal life, he seemed to have spent more time in contemplation than even she had. She wondered how much the intense experience of the outside world would change him.

She'd killed just one fellow living being. It had certainly changed her.

"Come on," he said. "Sun's coming up. Might dry out your clothes."

It was definitely autumn. A mist had blanketed the countryside like a sea. A puddle had formed in the sheeting stretched over the top of the shelter, and Darman went to scoop it out but stopped.

"What are these things?" he asked. "I saw them on the river, too."

Ruby-and sapphire-colored insects were dancing above the surface of the puddle. "Daywings," Etain said.

"I've never seen colors like it."

"They hatch and take flight for a day, and they die by the evening," she said. "A brief and glorious ..."

Her voice trailed off. She was appalled at her own insensitivity. She began a.s.sembling an apology, but Darman didn't appear to need one.

"They're amazing," he said, completely absorbed by the spectacle.

"They certainly are," she said, and watched him.

Lik Ankkit's villa had been splendid. It was still splendid in its unnecessary way, but the polished kuvara floors, with their intricately inlaid flower motif borders, were now scuffed and gouged by the metal feet of droids.

Ankkit hovered in the doorway while these four droids screwed alloy sheets across the window frames, shutting out the sunrise. Ghez Hokan watched the progress of the conversion from mansion to fortress.

"You'll split the wood," Ankkit hissed. "Careful! Do you know how long it took to have those panels carved?"

Hokan shrugged. "I'm not a carpenter."

"They were not made by carpenters. They were made by artists-"

"I don't care if Supreme Chancellor Palpatine carved them himself with a dinner fork. I need to secure this building."

"You have a perfectly adequate purpose-built facility not three kilometers from here. You could defend that."

"And I have."

"Why? Why ruin my home when Uthan is no longer here?"

"For a devious and treacherous little bean counter, Ankkit, you show a surprising lack of tactical creativity." Hokan walked over to the Neimoidian and stood close to him. He would not be intimidated by this grocer's height. He didn't care if he had to crane his neck to look him in the eye; he was the bigger man. "I know she's no longer here. The enemy might believe she is. If I observed my enemy making lavish preparations to defend an installation, I might a.s.sume it was a bluff and investigate an alternative target. If I found that alternative target discreetly prepared against intruders, I would make an educated guess that it was the real objective, and attack it."

Ankkit appeared unconvinced. He glared at Hokan with half-lidded red eyes, which was a rare show of courage for him. "And how will they spot this discreet reinforcement?"

"I've made sure that supplies have been seen arriving here with an accompanying degree of security procedure. Movement by night, that sort of thing. Given the n.o.bility of the local population, I'm sure someone will trade that information for some bauble or other. It always worked for me."

"This reinforcement will not save my home from destruction."

"You're right, Ankkit. Wooden structures don't bear up well to cannons. That's why I've moved Doctor Uthan back to the facility. If I have to, I can actually defend metal and stone more successfully."

"So why did you move her here in the first place?"

"I'm surprised that you even have to ask. To keep everyone guessing, of course."

It had seemed like a sensible idea at the time: he hadn't known what he was dealing with. Now he was fairly sure that he was facing no more than ten men. Had an army landed, he'd have known by now. Moving Uthan-not a task he could achieve in complete secrecy anyway-had helped thicken the fog of confusion.

Hokan was leaving nothing to chance. He was laying a trail of clues that would lead the enemy commandos to one conclusion: that Uthan and the nanovirus were barricaded in Lik Ankkit's villa.

A droid dragged a heavy alloy joist through the salon, plowing a furrow in the golden floorboards. Ankkit let out a m.u.f.fled squeal of frustration. The droid's comrades lifted the joist and aligned it with a horizontal beam, knocking over a fine Naboo vase and smashing it. Droids weren't programmed to say Oops and sweep up the fragments. They simply crunched through them, oblivious.

Ankkit was shaking again. He screamed for a servant. A sullen-looking local boy appeared with a brush and swept the debris into a pan.

"Oh dear," Hokan said. He didn't think it was the right time to mention that the labyrinth of wine cellars and secure vaults beneath the villa was now packed with explosives. He didn't know how to revive a Neimoidian who had fainted, and he had no intention of learning.

Lieutenant Hurati was waiting outside the front door. Even when not under scrutiny, Hurati stood with military composure. Hokan had never caught him sneaking a drink from a flask or scratching himself. Hurati didn't straighten up when he saw Hokan, because he was already at attention.

"Sir, Doctor Uthan is getting irritated about the disruption," the lieutenant said.

"I'll talk to her. How is our droid signal chain working out?"

"It's adequate, sir, but I would feel more secure if we had comm monitoring online."

"My boy, there was a time when we had no listening stations, and we had to fight wars by observation and our own wits. It can be done. What have the droids spotted?"

"The incursions appear to be limited to Teklet and the area to the south, sir, and quite specific in nature. At least we know why they attacked the quarry office. I have to say I haven't encountered an excavator bomb before." Hurati licked his lips nervously. "Sir, are you sure you don't want any patrols to search the Teklet road? I'd be happy to do it myself, sir. It's no trouble."

Hokan took it for the genuine concern it was rather than a criticism. "No, we could be chasing gdan trails all over the region. Our enemy is obviously good at diversionary tactics, and I'm not going to take any bait. I'll wait for them to take mine." He patted Hurati's back. "If you're anxious to be busy, keep an eye on Ankkit. I don't want him interfering. Restrain him by any means you consider necessary."

Hurati saluted. "Will do, sir. Also-Lieutenant Cuvin ... I don't think he will make captain, as you said."

Hokan liked Hurati more every day. "Has his removal from the promotion list been noted by your fellow officers?"

"It has, sir."

"Good. Well done."

Hurati was proving to be a loyal aide. He was eager to obey. Hokan decided he would have to watch him. He promoted him anyway. There was nothing to be gained by willfully ignoring excellence in another.

13.

CO Majestic to Republic Command, Coruscant On station and awaiting contact from Omega Squad. All communications from Teklet ground station have ceased. Separatist vessel has approached and is standing off our port bow at 50 kilometers-has not responded to signals but is believed to be a Techno Union armed transport. Will engage if vessel appears to be taking hostile action. Standing by.

"Turned out nice again," Fi said, somewhere ahead of the column.

"You been on the stims?" Niner asked.

"I'm just naturally cheerful."

"Well, I'm not, so where did you get it from?"

Niner didn't like being tail on a patrol. He walked backward, scanning the trees, wondering why he was this close to Imbraani without a sign of enemy contact since Teklet.

Tinnies couldn't climb trees. It was the wets he was worried about.

"Want to swap?" Fi said.

"I'm fine."

"Just say the word."

Fi was about a hundred meters ahead on point. Atin walked behind Guta-Nay. The Weequay was carrying a fair share of the ordnance and equipment they'd had to load on their backs since abandoning the excavator droid and the speeder bike.

"Very quiet, all things considered," Atin said. "Mind if I send up a remote?"

"Might as well," Niner said. "Patch visual through to all of us, will you?"