Star Wars_ Outbound Flight Part 33

"Better still high but realistic goals that allow for the satisfaction and confidence of achievement," Obi-Wan countered.

Abruptly, C'baoth stood up. "I will not have my teaching philosophy dissected as if it were an interesting biological specimen," he growled.

"Particularly not by one as young as you."

"Age isn't necessarily the best indicator of knowledge in the Force,"

Obi-Wan pointed out, struggling for calm.

"No, but experience is," C'baoth shot back. "When you've trained as many Jedi as I have, we'll discuss this further. Until then, I believe your Padawan is waiting for you in Reactor Two."

Obi-Wan took a careful breath. "Very well, Master C'baoth," he said.

"Until later."

He stalked out into the corridor, drawing on the Force for calm. He hadn't really wanted to come aboard Outbound Flight, despite his and Windu's concerns about C'baoth. Not even with the possibility of finding Vergere as extra incentive.

Now, though, he was glad he'd come. In fact, when they reached the Roxuli system in four days, their final stop in Republic s.p.a.ce, he might consider contacting Windu to ask permission for him and Anakin to stay aboard Outbound Flight for the entire duration of its mission.

Because one of the other reasons for taking only infants into the Temple was to catch them before they could develop preconceived ideas of what a Jedi's life was like and how quickly they could achieve that goal. If all of C'baoth's Padawans had been cautious types like Lorana Jinzler, that was an issue he'd probably never even had to consider.

But inexperienced though Obi-Wan might be at training future Jedi, this was one problem he knew all about.

And if the eagerness he'd sensed in the children watching the meld was any indication, Outbound Flight's Jedi were going to have their hands full keeping their new Padawans from impatiently pus.h.i.+ng their boundaries, possibly right over the line into the dark side.

Somehow, whether C'baoth wanted to hear it or not, he had to get that message through to him. Before it was too late.

The starlines cleared away, and a small and distant red sun appeared in the Darkvenge's bridge viewports. "So?" Kav growled.

"Patience, Vicelord," Doriana advised, watching the blue-skinned alien standing beside the helm peering at the small device in his hand.

Mitth'raw'nuruodo had left the technician behind to guide them to the location the Chiss commander had specified. A moment later the tech gave a small nod and murmured a few words to the silvery TC-18 translator droid at his side. "He says, 'We're here,' Vicelord Kav," the droid reported in its melodic voice.

Kav sniffed. "Wherever here is."

"Here is wherever Commander Mitth'raw'nuruodo wants us to be," Doriana said, not bothering to conceal his disgust with the other. Kav had had plenty of time to come to grips with his task force's destruction, but he was just as angry and irritable as ever.

And if he didn't watch his tongue and his temper, he was going to get the rest of them killed, too.

"Then where is he?" Kav demanded.

"Two incoming vessels," the Neimoidian at the sensors called. "One Chiss cruiser, one smaller vessel."

The Chiss tech spoke again in the Sy Bisti trade language. " 'They are the Springhawk and a long-range shuttle,' " the TC droid announced primly. " 'Commander Mitth'raw'nuruodo will wish to board immediately.' "

"Tell the commander his usual docking port has been prepared for him,"

Doriana said.

A few minutes later, Mitth'raw'nuruodo strode through the blast doors onto the bridge, a pair of Chiss warriors trailing behind him. "Welcome aboard, Commander," Doriana said, rising from the couch.

"Thank you," Mitth'raw'nuruodo said, his eyes flicking briefly to Kav's stiff face and posture. "I appreciate your swift compliance with my instructions."

"As I told you earlier, we wish to be fully cooperative," Doriana reminded him.

"Excellent," Mitth'raw'nuruodo said. "I wish you to begin unloading your droid starfighters."

Kav jerked like he'd been kicked. "What do you say?" he breathed, his eyes bugging even more than usual.

"Your droid starfighters are to be transported to that asteroid."

Mitth'raw'nuruodo pointed out the viewports at a small, irregularly shaped crescent of faint light against the stars. "After that, I will require the services of those who program their combat movements."

Kav gurgled under his breath, and for once Doriana could sympathize with him. The main strength of a Trade Federation battles.h.i.+p lay in its starfighters, the retrofitted quad laser batteries along the split-ring midline more of an afterthought than serious defensive armament. Removing its starfighters would leave the Darkvenge as helpless as the freighter it had once been. "This is outrageous," the Neimoidian protested. "I will not consent to-"

"Be silent," Doriana cut in, his eyes on Mitth'raw'nuruodo. Either he wanted the Darkvenge to be helpless, or-"You have a plan for dealing with Outbound Flight, don't you?"

"I have a plan," Mitth'raw'nuruodo confirmed. "Whether or not I activate it depends on whether or not you're ready to tell me the truth."

An uncomfortable lump formed in Doriana's throat. "Explain, please."

"Your name is not Stratis," Mitth'raw'nuruodo said. "You're not your own master, but answer to another. And the social threat posed by these Jedi is not the true reason you seek Outbound Flight's destruction." He lifted his eyebrows. "If, indeed, you genuinely do seek its destruction."

"What other reason would we have to be here?" Doriana asked.

"Perhaps your intent was to rendezvous with them," Mitth'raw'nuruodo suggested. "If Outbound Flight is filled with warriors instead of colonists, together your combined forces would have had both the firepower and the personnel necessary to launch an effective bridgehead invasion."

"I've already told you we're not here for conquest."

"I know what you told me," Mitth'raw'nuruodo said, his face expressionless. "Now you must persuade me to believe it."

"Of course," Doriana said. This was going to be risky, he knew, but he'd suspected from the beginning that Mitth'raw'nuruodo would eventually come to this conclusion. It was time to give him the rest of the truth. "I believe I can answer all of your questions together. If you'll come with me, I'd like to introduce you to my superior." Deliberately, he looked at Kav. "You, Vicelord, will remain here."

He didn't wait for Kav's inevitable protest, but set off across the bridge, leading Mitth'raw'nuruodo back to the office where they'd first conferred two days earlier. He ushered the Chiss inside and sealed the door, noting with no real surprise that Mitth'raw'nuruodo had also left his warrior escort behind. The commander was supremely confident in his abilities, and had clearly deduced that Doriana himself was no threat to him.

At least, not yet.

Doriana's special holoprojector was already hooked into the Darkvenge's comm system. Punching in the access code, he gestured Mitth'raw'nuruodo to the desk chair. "Your first point is absolutely correct," he began, mentally crossing his fingers that the battles.h.i.+p's huge transmitter would be able to punch a signal back to the Republic's HoloNet system.

"My true name is Kinman Doriana, an ident.i.ty I've taken care to keep secret from Vicelord Kav's crew and other a.s.sociates."

"You play mutually opposing roles, then?"

Doriana stared. "How did you know that?"

"It was obvious," Mitth'raw'nuruodo said. "Who are your two masters?"

"My official, public master is Supreme Chancellor Palpatine, the head of the Republic government," Doriana said, the words echoing strangely in his ears. He hardly dared even think such things in the privacy of his own mind. To be saying them aloud, and to an unknown alien, was virtually unthinkable. "My true Master is a Sith Lord named Darth Sidious."

"A Sith Lord is . . . ?"

"A being who stands against the Jedi and their control over the Republic," Doriana explained.

"Ah," Mitth'raw'nuruodo said, a faint smile touching the corners of his mouth. "A power struggle."

"In a way," Doriana conceded. "But on a plane far different from the one where beings like you and I exist. What's important right now is that Lord Sidious has access to information sources that the Jedi don't have."

"And what do these sources tell him?"

Doriana braced himself. "There's an invasion coming," he said. "A ma.s.sive a.s.sault force of dark s.h.i.+ps, shadowy figures, and weapons of great power, based on organic technology of a sort we've never seen before. We believe these Far Outsiders, as we call them, already have a foothold at the far edge of the galaxy, and even now have scouting parties seeking information on worlds and peoples to conquer."

"Stories of mysterious invaders are both convenient and difficult to disprove," Mitth'raw'nuruodo pointed out. "Why do you only now tell me this?"

Doriana nodded toward the door. "Because Vicelord Kav and his a.s.sociates don't know," he said. "Neither does anyone else in the Republic. Not yet."

"When will Darth Sidious tell them?"

"When he's turned the Republic's chaos into order," Doriana said. "When we've built an army and a fleet capable of dealing with the threat. To announce it before then would do nothing but create panic and leave us open to disaster."

"How does Outbound Flight fit into all this?"

"As I said, we believe the Far Outsiders are currently still gathering information," Doriana said. "So far, there's no indication that they even know about the Republic." He felt his throat tighten. "Actually, that's not entirely true," he corrected himself reluctantly. "One of the Jedi, a being named Vergere, disappeared in that region some time ago. That's one of Outbound Flight's private agendas, in fact: to try to learn what happened to her."

"I see," Mitth'raw'nuruodo said, nodding slowly. "And while a single prisoner can give only hints of his or her origin, an entire s.h.i.+pful of them can provide all that would be needed for a successful invasion."

"Exactly," Doriana said. "Not to mention all the data files and technology they would be able to examine. If Outbound Flight blunders into their bridgehead, we could find ourselves facing an attack long before we're ready."

"And the Jedi do not understand this?"

"The Jedi think of themselves as the masters of the galaxy," Doriana said bitterly. "Especially the chief Jedi Master aboard Outbound Flight, Jorus C'baoth. Even if he knew about the Far Outsiders, I doubt it would make any difference to him."

Above the holoprojector, the familiar hooded figure s.h.i.+mmered into view.

The hologram was a bit more ragged than usual, Doriana noted, but the connection itself seemed more solid than he'd feared it would be. Sidious was evidently somewhere much closer than his usual haunts on Coruscant.

"Report," the Sith Lord ordered. His unseen eyes seemed to catch sight of Mitth'raw'nuruodo, and the drooping corners of his mouth drooped a little farther. "Who is this?" he demanded.

"This is Commander Mitth'raw'nuruodo of the Chiss Expansionary Defense Fleet, Lord Sidious," Doriana said, stepping behind Mitth'raw'nuruodo where he would be in view. "I'm afraid we've had a slight setback in our mission."

"I don't wish to hear about setbacks, Master Doriana," the Sith Lord said, his gravelly voice taking on a menacing edge.

"Yes, my lord," Doriana said, trying to stay calm. Even hundreds of light-years away, lie could practically feel Sidious's Force grip resting against his throat. "Let me explain."

He gave Sidious a summary of the one-sided battle with the Chiss.

Somewhere during the explanation, Sidious's face turned from staring at him to staring at Mitth'raw'nuruodo. "Impressive," he said when Doriana finished. "And only one of your s.h.i.+ps survives?"

Doriana nodded. "And only because Commander Mitth'raw'nuruodo chose to leave it intact."

"Most impressive," Sidious said. "Tell me, Commander Mitth'raw'nuruodo, are you typical of your species?"

"I have no way of answering that question, Lord Sidious,"

Mitth'raw'nuruodo said calmly. "I can only point out that I'm the youngest of my people to ever hold the position of Force Commander."

"I can see why," Sidious said, a slight smile finally lightening some of his brooding darkness. "I take it from your presence here that Doriana has explained the need to stop Outbound Flight before it pa.s.ses beyond 'our territory?"

"He has," Mitth'raw'nuruodo confirmed. "Have you proof of this impending alien threat?"

"I have reports," Sidious said. If he was insulted that Mitth'raw'nuruodo would dare to question his word, he didn't show it. "Doriana will detail them for you if you wish. a.s.suming you're convinced, what will be your response?"

Mitth'raw'nuruodo's eyes flicked to Doriana. "a.s.suming I'm convinced, I'll agree to Doriana's request to intercept and stop Outbound Flight."

"Excellent," Sidious said. "But be warned. The Jedi will not accept defeat lightly, and they have the power to reach across great distances to touch and manipulate the minds of others. You cannot allow them knowledge of your attack before it is launched."

"I understand," Mitth'raw'nuruodo said. "Tell me: does this ability to touch others' minds also work the opposite direction? If I, for example, am impressed enough with the need for them to return home, would my urgency influence their thoughts and decisions?"

"They will indeed sense your urgency," Sidious said, the corners of his mouth drooping again. "But don't expect them to act on it. Master C'baoth will not under any circ.u.mstances return to the Republic. To even offer him that possibility would rob you of your only chance for a surprise attack."

"Perhaps," Mitth'raw'nuruodo said. "Though to those who can touch others'

minds the concept of surprise may be limited at best."

"Which is why Doriana proposed to use droid starfighters as the main thrust of his attack," Sidious pointed out. "Still, with all power comes a corresponding weakness. Amid the clutter of the thousands of minds aboard Outbound Flight, even Jedi sensitivity will be blunted. And once those same thousands of people begin to die in battle-" His lip twitched.

"-that handicap will increase all the more."

"I understand," Mitth'raw'nuruodo said again. "Thank you for your time, Lord Sidious."

"I look forward to hearing the report of your victory," Sidious said, inclining his head. He sent a final look at Doriana, and with a flicker the image was gone.

For a long moment Mitth'raw'nuruodo sat without speaking, his glowing eyes glittering with thought. "I'll need a full technical readout on Outbound Flight and its component Dreadnaughts," he said at last. "I trust you have current information?"

"Up to and including even the final pa.s.senger listings," Doriana a.s.sured him. "Now that you know about Jedi power against living gunners, shall I cancel your order to remove our droid starfighters?"

"Of course not," Mitth'raw'nuruodo said, sounding mildly surprised. "And I'll expect the off-loading to he completed by the end of the day. I'll also need two of your droidekas and four of your battle droids to be packed and loaded aboard my long-range shuttle for transport to my base.

I presume that six droids can be controlled by something more portable than this vessel's computer?"

"Yes, there are localized datapad systems that can handle up to two hundred droids each," Doriana said, suppressing a grimace. Kav was upset enough at him for simply handing over his starfighters for the Chiss to pick apart. He wasn't going to be any happier about losing his combat droids. "I'll pack one in with the droidekas."

"Good," Mitth'raw'nuruodo said. "I take it only the droidekas come with those built-in force s.h.i.+elds?"

"Correct," Doriana said. "But if you're thinking about adapting the s.h.i.+elds for use by your warriors, I'd advise against it. There's a fairly dense radiation quotient involved, plus high-twist magnetic fields that turn out to be fairly nasty for living beings."

"Thank you for your concern," Mitth'raw'nuruodo said, inclining his head slightly. "As it happens, we're somewhat familiar with such devices, though they were generally used with reversed polarity."

"Reversed polarity?" Doriana frowned. "You mean with the deflection field facing inward?"