Dark Nest_ The Joiner King Part 59

The adjutant paled, then knelt in front of Luke and activated the holocomm. The image of a Chiss of about Han's age appeared above the pad.

"Aristocra Formbi," Luke said immediately. "What a surprise."

"It shouldn't be," Formbi retorted. "Did you think Jagged Fel was overseeing this operation?"

"Not really," Luke said. "What can we do for you... that we haven't already?"

"Absolutely nothing," Formbi declared. "Commander Fel informs me that your sister was responsible for persuading the Killiks to depart Qoribu."

"For negotiating a truce," Leia said, stepping into the holocam's view. "The Chiss also made certain guarantees."

"Of course. A border guarantee and a promise of nonaggression. All Chiss doctrine, anyway."

"Explicit guarantees, nonetheless," Leia said.

Noting that Qoribu had now shrunk to a size such that the whole planet could be seen through the Taat's observation bubble, Han caught Leia's eye and made a winding motion with his finger.

Leia nodded, then said, "What is it you wished to say to me, Aristocra? We have time left before the fleet enters hypers.p.a.ce, but we should be aware of it."

"Of course-forgive me," Formbi said. "First, I wished to congratulate you on your success. Without your talents, I fear this matter would have come to war."

"Thank you, Aristocra," Leia said. "But it took the involvement of a great number of people to resolve this conflict-Jagged Fel among them."

"Commander Fel will receive a promotion in recognition of his judgment here," Formbi said. "But is you who deserves our thanks. You have achieved peace in our time."

"The Jedi achieved this peace, Aristocra. I was just one of many who were involved." Qoribu's bands were now a colorless ma.s.s, and its rings looked like tiny ears protruding from the fattest part of its sphere. "And the second thing? We don't have much time."

"I wanted you to know that Commander Fel is responsible for the return of your Wookiee," Formbi said. "Had it not been for his objections-his very vigorous objections-the prisoner would have remained interned until we could be certain this peace is going to hold."

"Then it's a good thing you listened to Jag," Han said. "Keeping the Wookiee would have been a bad mistake."

"Yes, so Commander Fel informed me," Formbi replied calmly. "Be that as it may, I thought you should know that Commander Fel guaranteed your Jedi Knight's parole personally. We don't expect to see any Jedi back in our neighborhood soon, but if Lowbacca were to return, the Fel family would be responsible for repaying any damages he caused to the Ascendancy-and a Wookiee Jedi can cause quite a lot of damage, if our prison s.h.i.+p is any example."

"That's very kind of Commander Fel," Leia said. "Please thank him for us."

Jaina and Zekk appeared at Han's back. Lowbacca was towering over them from behind, more of an appendix to their pair than a third member.

"Dad," Jaina whispered.

"We'd like to talk to Jag," Zekk finished.

Han cringed at the thought of Zekk being a part of that particular conversation, but nodded and spoke into the holocomm.

"Is Jag there? We have someone here who wants to say thanks personally."

"Jaina, I presume." Without waiting for confirmation, Formbi said, "Let me check his availability."

Formbi turned and said something they could not hear to someone they could not see. A moment later, Jagged Fel's rugged face replaced Formbi's above the holopad. Han and the others stepped aside to let Jaina-and Zekk- move into the holocam's field.

"Jaina." He frowned, a little confused, and his gaze reluctantly s.h.i.+fted to Zekk. "And Jedi Zekk. I'd like to express my personal grat.i.tude for... everything you did. Your efforts helped avert the war."

"You owe us no thanks for that," Zekk said.

"We were acting on everyone's behalf," Jaina said.

"Yes... of course." Jag's gaze drifted to Zekk again, and he seemed even more uncertain of himself. "Congratulations, then. You did it very well."

Han glanced out the observation bubble and saw that Qoribu had shrunk to a flattened, silver disk about the size of his thumb. He leaned down next to Jaina's ear.

"Get to the point," he whispered. "The jump is coming."

Jaina and Zekk nodded, then Jaina said, "Thanks for getting Lowbacca released. We were worried that we might have to come break him out."

"So were we." Jagged's tone remained deadpan. "I was not looking forward to that meeting."

"Neither were we," Zekk said.

"But we do look forward to seeing you again sometime soon," Jaina said.

"Under better circ.u.mstances," Zekk added.

"Both of you?" Jagged's gaze slipped back and forth between them.

"Yes, I will look forward to that." He glanced away, his scarred brow betraying his disappointment-or perhaps it was revulsion. "Now, if you will excuse me, duty calls."

"Of course," Jaina said. "We'll be entering hypers.p.a.ce soon ourselves. May the Force be with you."

"And with you." Jag s.h.i.+fted his gaze to Zekk. "Both of you."

The holocomm blinked out, then Jaina and Zekk turned away, the same crestfallen expression on both their faces. A shudder ran down Han's spine, but he did his best to hide it.

"Kind of sticks in the ol' throat, doesn't it?" he asked, flas.h.i.+ng his best crooked, fatherly smile.

"Like we're going to choke on it," Jaina answered.

"But we'll survive." Zekk rubbed his forearm along Jaina's, and she began to make low clicking sounds in her throat. "We have each other."

Han had to look away.

Qoribu was a tiny, oblong circle of light now, glinting in the light of its blue sun, and the Taat's song was growing more forlorn and haunting by the minute. It seemed to him that he could actually feel their sadness himself, and he wondered if this was what it was like to sense something in the Force: to know a thing more clearly in one's heart than in one's head.

Zekk and Lowbacca stepped through the hatch into the temporary nest and began to rub their arms along Taat antennae.

Jaina lingered behind. "We think it will be better to say goodbye now, " she explained. "It will only be harder if we wait until they make the new nest."

"Go on," Han said. "I don't have to watch."

Jaina smiled and kissed him on the cheek, then followed Zekk into the hold.

Dukat Gray irritated Han by coming to stand behind him and Leia.

For a few moments, the Hapan seemed content to simply watch the two Jedi saying good-bye to their nest, but then he finally decided to ruin the moment completely.

"Aristocra Formbi may have been right about one thing, Princess."

"I find that hard to believe, Dukat," Leia said. "But perhaps I'm mistaken."

"If you will forgive me for saying so, I think you are," Gray said.

"It is a pity you're not serving in the Galactic Alliance government. A diplomat of the talent and skill you displayed here could be of great service to the new government."

"Thank you, Dukat," Leia said. "Coming from you, that's a very informative suggestion."

Gray beamed, and Han's heart fell. The time had finally come for him to stop being selfish, to suggest that Leia return to her first love.

"Listen," he said. "I know you've missed being in the middle of things. Maybe it's-"

"Yes, it's time for a change," Leia said, cutting him off. "But not that way, Han. The last thing I want to do now is join a government-the Galactic Alliance's or anyone else's."

Han began to grow confused. "No?"

"No," Leia said. "I'm sick to death of compromising, of finding the workable solution instead of the right one."

"Okay," Han said cautiously. "What do you have in mind?"

"Following my heart-for a change," Leia said. She turned to Luke.

"I've seen many changes in my life-"

"And brought about most of them," Luke said.

"Perhaps," Leia said. "And I've worn some very high t.i.tles."

"You deserved 'em," Han said, wondering where this was going.

"That wasn't what I was getting at. After all that, after all that I've seen and done, it always comes down to this." She pulled the lightsaber off her belt and hefted it in her palm. "To one Jedi, to one blade, standing against the darkness." She turned to Han. "I think it's time that I chose a new path."

"New path?" Han asked, growing worried now. "What do you mean, new path?"

"I've loved being your copilot, really," Leia said. "But the galaxy has changed, I need to change."

"Define change," Han said. "Because if this is about the snoring-"

"Don't you dare stop that now-I wouldn't be able to sleep!" Leia laughed, then turned to Luke. "I'm beginning to understand the Jedi's place in the galaxy-and to see my place in the Jedi."

Luke smiled. "You want to a.s.sume your place in the order."

Leia shook her head. "No-I want to earn my place in the order." She turned to Saba Sebatyne, who had been standing at the back of the group in typical reptilian silence. "I want to dedicate myself to becoming a proper Jedi."

"You are a proper Jedi," Saba said. "You have done more for the galaxy than any ten Jedi."

"You're not listening," Leia said. "Diplomacy didn't stop this war.

Jedi did. I want to complete my training-and I want you to be my guide."

Saba's scaly brow rose almost as high as Han's, and Luke's, and Mara's.

"You want this one to guide you?" Saba asked carefully.

Leia nodded. "If you would consider it."

"This one?" Saba repeated.

"Yes," Leia repeated. "I want someone who will challenge me in unexpected ways. I want someone who will teach me what I don't know."

Saba's diamond-shaped pupils grew narrow as slits, and her forked tongue began to flick between her pebbly lips. She studied Leia for several moments more, then began to siss so hard that she had to grab her sides.

"That is a good one, Princesz. You really had this one-"

"I'm not joking," Leia interrupted.

Saba's hissing stopped. "Truly?"

Leia nodded. "Truly."

"Well, then." Saba glanced at Han. "It seemz this one has no choice."

'Not really," Han said. "And it's a lot better than the alternative."

"What alternative?" Saba asked.

Before Han could answer, the jump alarms chimed. A shudder ran through Kendall's decks, then Qoribu's distant pinpoint of light winked out of existence. The Taat's mournful song came to an abrupt end, and the velvet light outside the observation bubble paled to the colorless blur of hypers.p.a.ce.