Star Wars_ Labyrinth of Evil Part 16

"But you do know her," Obi-Wan said.

"I do."

"Then you know where she can be found."

The bartender jerked a thumb.

"Upstairs. Room seven. She said you should go right up."

Anakin and Obi-Wan traded confused glances.

"She's expecting us?" Obi-Wan said.

The bartender heaved his ma.s.sive shoulders in a shrug.

"She didn't say who she was expecting. Just that if anyone came looking for her, I should send them up."

They canceled the drink order and walked to the foot of a long flight of stairs.

"Jedi mind trick?" Anakin asked.

"If it was, I wasn't aware of performing it."

"Ten drinks will do that to you."

"Yes, and maybe it was the Twi'lek izzy-mold. What seems infinitely more likely is that we're about to walk into a trap."

"So we should be on guard."

"Yes, Anakin, we should be on guard."

Obi-Wan led the way up the stairs and rapped his hand on room seven's green plastoid door.

"Door's unlocked," a voice said in Basic from within.

They made certain that their lightsabers were in easy reach, but left them affixed to their belts and concealed. Obi-Wan hit the door-release stud, then followed Anakin into the chill room.

Wearing trousers, boots, and an insulated jacket, Genne - - perhaps Fa'ale Leh - - was lounging on a narrow bed, her back and lekku against the headboard, long legs extended and crossed at the ankle. Beside her on a small table stood a half-full bottle of what Obi-Wan guessed was the local rocket-fuel homebrew.

Reaching for two clearly unwashed gla.s.ses, she said: "Fix you a drink?"

"We're already at the legal limit," Anakin said, vigilant.

The remark made her smile. "Naos Three doesn't have a legal limit, kid."

She took a healthy swallow from her own gla.s.s, eyeing them over the rim.

"I have to say, you're not what I expected."

"Was that surprise or disappointment?" Anakin asked Obi-Wan.

"Who were you expecting?" Obi-Wan said.

"Your cla.s.sic rough-and-tumble types. Black Sun lackeys, bounty hunters.

You two... You look more like lost Jedi." She paused, then said: "Maybe that's exactly what you are. Jedi have been known to outpunish even the punishers."

"Only when necessary," Anakin said.

She shrugged absently.

"You want to do it here, or are you going to buy me a last meal?"

"Do what here?" Obi-Wan said.

"Kill me, of course."

Anakin took a forward step.

"There's always that possibility."

She glanced from him to Obi-Wan. "Bad Jedi. Good Jedi."

"We want to talk to you about a star courier you piloted for Sienar Advanced Projects."

She nodded at Obi-Wan.

"Of course you do. A round of questions and answers, then a blaster - - no, a lightsaber to the side of the head."

"Then you are Fa'ale Leh."

"Who told you where to find me? Had to be Thal K'sar, am I right? He's the only one still alive. That betraying little Bith - - "

"Tell us about the courier," Anakin said, cutting her off.

She smiled in apparent recollection.

"An extraordinary ship - - a work of genius. But I knew going in, it was a job that would come back to haunt me. And so it has."

Obi-Wan looked around the room.

"You've been in hiding here for more than ten years."

"No, I came for the beaches." She motioned in dismissal. "You know, they killed the engineers, the mechanics, just about everyone who worked on that craft. But I knew. I made the delivery, grabbed what was due me, and I was away. Not far enough, though. They tracked me to Ryloth, Nar Shaddaa, half the starforsaken worlds in the Tingel Arm. I had my share of close calls. I could show you the scars."

"No need," Obi-Wan said as Fa'ale was bringing her left head-tail over her shoulder.

She threw back another drink.

"So who sent you - - Sienar? Or was it the one the courier was built for?

"Who was it built for?" Anakin said.

She regarded him for a moment.

"That's the funny thing. Sienar - - Raith Sienar himself - - told me it was for a Jedi. But the guy I handed the yoke over to - - he was no Jedi.

Oh, he had a lightsaber and all, but... I don't know, there was something off about him."

Obi-Wan nodded. "We've had dealings with him."

"Where did you deliver it?" Anakin pressed.

"Well, to Coruscant, of course."

Obi-Wan glanced at the ceiling. An instant before it blew inward - - raining plastoid rafters, ice-covered roof panels, ceiling tiles, and two heavily armed Trandoshans - - he had rushed to the bed and overturned it, dumping Fa'ale Leh, foam mattresses, and bedcovers onto the cold floor.

In hand and activated, Anakin's lightsaber was already a streak of blue light, deflecting blaster bolts and parrying swings of a vibro-ax in the meaty hands of a red-skinned Falleen who had burst through the door.

Behind the Falleen came two humans who, in their eagerness to race into the room, had wedged themselves in the door frame.

Whirling, Obi-Wan called his lightsaber from his belt and leapt to the doorway, his blade slicing both hands off one of the humans. An agonized howl pierced the frigid air as the man sank to his knees. Unstuck, the second one fell forward, directly onto Obi-Wan's blade.

The smell of burned flesh filled the room, swirling about with smoke from the explosive that had taken out three square meters of roof, and big wet snowflakes that were drifting though the opening. Off to Obi-Wan's left Anakin stood unmoving in the center of the room, holding his own against the two reptilian aliens and the wielder of the vibro-ax. Parried bolts flew directly through the thin walls, rousing shrieks from Fa'ale's neighbors to both sides. Doors opened and slammed, and footfalls pounded on the hallway floor. Pivoting on his left foot, the Falleen swung the vibro-ax at Obi-Wan's head. Ducking the swing, Obi-Wan got underneath the blade and just managed to nick the Falleen in the left thigh. The strike only fueled the humanoid's rage. Raising the ax over his head, he rushed forward, intent on splitting Obi-Wan down the middle. A backflip carried Obi-Wan out of the blade's path, but Fa'ale's bedside table wasn't as fortunate. Cleaved, each half table fell to the floor, launching the Twi'lek's bottle of firewater clear across the room and square into the face of the larger of the two Trandoshans. Screaming in anger, the alien raised a clawed hand to his bleeding brow ridge, even while his other hand continued to trigger bolts at Anakin. As the bolts began to go wide, Anakin raised his left hand, pushing it through the air in the Trandoshan's direction and blowing him backward through the room's only window. Determined to make the most of Anakin's split attention, the reptiloid's partner risked a lunge forward.

Obi-Wan tracked the flight of the alien's head across the room, out the door, and into the hallway, where someone loosed a bloodcurdling screech.

The Falleen, finding himself on his own with the two Jedi, extended the ax in front of him and began to whirl. Anakin backed away from the circling blade, then dived forward, sliding across the wet floor on his belly with his lightsaber held out in front of him and amputating the Falleen's legs at the knees. Shorter by half a meter but no less enraged, the humanoid sent the vibro-ax flying straight for Obi-Wan, then drew from his hip holster a large blaster and began firing. In midflight from the vibrating blade, Obi-Wan watched Anakin rid the Falleen of blaster and hand, and thrust his lightsaber directly into the Falleen's chest.

Whatever torso armor the humanoid was wearing beneath his jacket gave the energy blade pause, but heat from the lightsaber set fire to the Falleen's bandolier of explosive rounds. Backing away from the lightsaber on the cauterized stumps of his legs, the Falleen began swatting at the growing flames in mounting panic, then turned and executed a perfect front dive out the window - - only to explode short of the snowdrift that might have been his destination.

The room fell suddenly silent, except for the sizzle of huge snowflakes. .h.i.tting the lightsabers.

Obi-Wan shouted: "Get her out of here!"

Deactivating his blade, Anakin pulled Fa'ale out from under the mattresses and bedding, and yanked her to her feet. Wobbling drunkenly, she took in the ruined room.

"You two seem like decent folk - - even for Jedi. Sorry you have to get mixed up in this."

Catching sight of a bottle that had somehow survived the violence, she started for it. When Anakin tightened his hold on her, she balled her hands and hammered at his chest and upper arms.

"Stop trying to be a hero, kid! I'm tired of running. It's over - - for all of us."

"Not till we say it is," Anakin said.

She sagged in his grip.

"That's the problem. That's why we're in a war to begin with."

Anakin began to drag her toward the door.

"Right on time," Obi-Wan said from the window. "Six more that I can see."

A blaster bolt destroyed what was left of the window frame. Anakin hauled Fa'ale to her feet once more and planted himself face-to-face with her.

"You've outwitted a.s.sa.s.sins for ten years. You have a way out of here."

He shook her forcefully.

"Where?"

She remained still for a moment, then shut her eyes and nodded.

Obi-Wan and Anakin followed her out the door to a utility closet at the end of the hall. Concealed behind a false rear wall, two shiny poles dropped into darkness. Fa'ale took hold of one of the poles and vanished from sight. Anakin went next. Through the closed door, Obi-Wan could hear a crowd of beings race past the closet, heading for the Twi'lek's room.

Gripping the pole with hands and feet, he let gravity take over.

The descent was longer than expected. Instead of ending up in the bas.e.m.e.nt of the cantina, the poles ran completely through the hill on which that portion of Naos III had been built, all the way to the river itself. The bottom of the poles disappeared into thick ice. In dim natural light Obi-Wan saw that he was in a cavern that had become an inlet for the river. Close to the base of the poles sat three surface-effect sleds of the sort the locals used for ice fishing, outfitted with powerful-looking engines and pairs of long skis.

"I'm too drunk to drive," Fa'ale was saying.

Anakin had already straddled the machine's narrow seat, and was studying the controls.

"You leave that to me," he told her.

With the flip of a switch, the speeder's engine coughed to life, then began to purr loudly in the hollow of the cave. Obi-Wan mounted a second sled, while Fa'ale was positioning herself behind Anakin.

"That one, then that one," Anakin said, pointing out the ignition switch and the warmer. Demonstrating, he added: "Thrusters, pitch control, steer like this."

Obi-Wan was instantly confused. "Like this?"

"Like this, like this!" Anakin emphasized, demonstrating again, then indicating another set of switches on the control panel of Obi-Wan's machine.

"Repulsorlift. But strictly for handling small ice mounds, frozen debris, that sort of thing. This isn't a conventional speeder - - or even a swoop."

"Do you remember where we parked the cruiser?"

"I don't even remember landing. But the field can't be far off."

"Downriver," Fa'ale said. "Swing south around the hillock, go under the bridge, then west around the next hillock. Under two more bridges, slalom south again, and we're there."

Obi-Wan stared at her.

"I'll follow you two."

They roared from the mouth of the cavern and out onto the glacial river.