Fate Of The Jedi: Ascension Part 7

Ben didn't know what to say. He wanted to argue that it wasn't genocide the Jedi were after, just ... destroying Sith. But it sounded like the whole planet had become Sith, even the non-Force-users. He couldn't give her a promise that only the "bad people" would be targeted and destroyed, because as far as Jedi like his father went, all Sith were bad people.

She looked thoughtful for a moment, the datapad forgotten. "Unless ..." she said, then shook her head. "Never mind."

"Unless what?"

She hesitated, gnawing her lower lip for a moment. Ben again found his eye drawn to the tiny scar, the single perfect imperfection in a face that otherwise, to him, had no flaws. "Unless ... you could give me a promise that my people-those who haven't cooperated with Abeloth-would be safe."

He stared at her mutely, his blue eyes sad. She smiled, her own brown ones resigned. "See? I didn't think so. The only way for that bargain to work would be if I had a chip to bargain with. Which ... you might be able to give me."

After so much time in her company, Ben was getting used to Vestara's subtle s.h.i.+fts in the Force. He was on the alert now, sensing that, contrary to what she wanted him to think, what she was about to say was something that had been on her mind for some time.

"Go ahead."

"Trust ... comes hard. But this would be something each of us could use against the other-if we had to, of course."

"Of course." He leaned back and folded his arms, his face impa.s.sive.

"I would consider revealing to you the location of my world ... if you would tell me who you think is this Jedi queen."

He almost laughed. "There's a difference, Vestara. Kesh is real. It exists. The Jedi queen is likely just some kind of figment of Taalon's fevered imagination."

"You know," she said, her voice equally conversational, "I somehow don't think so. There's at least a kernel of truth in it, or else you and your father wouldn't have reacted so when it came up." She leaned her chin on her hand, smiling at him.

Ben considered the trade-off she was proposing. For about a nanosecond. And in that nanosecond, he came to the painful realization that at least for now, he didn't trust Vestara Khai, though he badly wanted to.

"If you're telling the truth," he said, "the best we can hope for is maybe-maybe-finding Abeloth and the Sith fleet. The best you could hope for is murdering someone very important to the future of this galaxy who might actually exist. And if you're lying, and I actually did give you information-if there was any information to give-you would have everything and we'd have nothing."

Vestara did not seem at all put out. She actually smiled. "Ben, I can see why s.h.i.+p was drawn to you. There's the making of a fine Sith in you, you know that?"

"Let us not devolve into insults," Ben said. Vestara Force-tossed her muja fruit core at him, which he easily deflected. He wanted to be angry, but he couldn't be. This was where they were, plain and simple. He was frustrated, but unsurprised, and he found that it did not stand, and never had stood, in the way of his liking and caring about her. He still believed she was edging her way over to the light side, but she wasn't there.

At least, not yet.

"Well, now that you've had a chance to read about these," Ben said, dragging the subject back on track, "where do you think s.h.i.+p would be most likely to go?"

"It's hard to say. Perhaps Ziost?"

Ben shook his head. "No," he said firmly. "There was nothing for him on Ziost. That's why he wanted me to free him, so he could get away from it."

She looked at him, no doubt picking up on his discomfort. "Sure you're not saying that because you don't want to go back there?"

The initial retort died on his lips. It was a fair question. He took a minute to think about it. "I'll be honest," he said, finally. "You're right. I don't want to go back there. I don't really want to go to any of these places. But my wants are irrelevant. If I thought s.h.i.+p would take Abeloth there, I'd be the first to investigate. But think about it. If there was anyone there on Ziost who would be important enough to s.h.i.+p or Abeloth, that being-or those beings-would have already freed s.h.i.+p long before I got there."

She nodded. "Good point. Well, what about-"

"Korriban's our best bet," came a female voice. They both looked up as Jaina strode in and without preamble set about making a meal for herself.

It was still odd, having Jaina aboard the Jade Shadow. After her transmission earlier, she had come to join them in person as well as spirit. It had been a while since Ben had been in such close proximity to his cousin for anything more than a family visit. He was glad to be working with her, but he knew that she, like his dad, was ... well, to say "highly skeptical" of Vestara was putting it mildly. And yet, she had made a point of including Vestara in all the conversations.

"Why do you say that?" Vestara asked.

"It's the homeworld," Jaina said, pouring two cups of caf. "Most of these other places do have a history for the Sith, but Korriban's the history. It's logically the place we should visit first."

Vestara lit up like an exploding sun in the Force for just the briefest instant. Ben's heart sank.

"We can send others out to explore some of the possible sites, but me, I'd like for us to go to Korriban," Jaina continued, taking a sip from her cup. She acted as if she hadn't seen Vestara's reaction. Maybe she hadn't, thought Ben. He was more attuned to Vestara than either Jaina or Luke. He might have been the only one who noticed it.

"I would like to accompany you when you explore it," Vestara said.

Jaina didn't bat an eye as she moved to leave with the steaming cups. "I think you should."

Ben was certain that he could literally hear his jaw drop.

"You told her what?" Luke was accepting a cup of caf from Jaina, and nearly spilled it as she told him what she had said to Vestara.

"You heard me," Jaina said, plopping into a chair opposite her uncle. They were meeting in Luke's quarters with the doors closed, so there was no chance of their being overheard.

"You want me to take a Sith, whose trustworthiness seems to depend on the time of day, the season, and the phases of whatever moons happen to be nearby, with us on a potentially dangerous mission to the Sith homeworld."

"That's about right, yes," Jaina said.

"Please give me a reason for why you think this is a good idea in any way, shape, or form."

"I'll give you more than one," Jaina said. "First, it's because she's a Sith. She grew up with this, Luke. Like I grew up in a family of Jedi. Her culture is obsessed with its history, and she probably knows more about the ancient Sith, their technology, languages, and maybe even alchemy, than we do. If her own safety and life are on the line, she'll tell us what she knows if we run across anything useful."

"Set a thief to catch a thief," Luke said, rather glumly.

"Something like that," Jaina said. Her face split into an impish grin. "You know it always works when we send my dad out after people with shady reputations."

"Can't argue with success," Luke said, allowing himself a small smile.

"Two," Jaina continued, "s.h.i.+p really does have a bond with her. That means if we get her near him, even if we can't find him, he'll be able to find her."

"Why does that thought not fill me with delight?" Luke asked rhetorically.

"It should," Jaina said, ignoring the sarcasm and choosing to address the question literally. "Even if he attacks, he'd be showing himself. And that's what we want, right?"

Luke was forced to agree. "You make a persuasive argument."

"Jag must be rubbing off on me," she said. "In all seriousness though, Vestara Khai is a unique a.s.set. We should make use of her."

Luke sighed. "I am still very, very leery of bringing her along with us. I think it's asking for trouble." He had been looking down at the rapidly cooling cup of caf, but now he lifted his eyes to her. "She's Sith, Jaina. Not just a dabbler, not a victim, not a fallen Jedi. Born and raised in an entire community of Sith. I'm convinced she's not going to throw that aside and wholeheartedly join us, but I know Ben still thinks she can be redeemed."

"There are those," commented Jaina drily, "who still think you can't be redeemed. Or Grandfather. Or Aunt Mara. Or Kyp Durron, or-"

Luke held up his hand. "Point made. But those were different."

"Were they? Or do you just want to think they're different because you're worried about your son getting hurt?"

Luke opened his mouth to retort, then closed it again. Jaina was right. His very quickness to respond negatively was proof of that. While Jedi did have to make split-second decisions over life-and-death matters, they were also not supposed to react emotionally, or to rush down a path recklessly. And he was doing precisely that.

"I do worry about Ben," he admitted. "He's a strong young man. And wise-much wiser than I was at his age. And no, you don't have to agree with me," he added as Jaina drew breath to speak. They smiled at each other. "I don't think for a moment she'll bring him over to the dark side. But I think he might get hurt-physically and emotionally-because he wants this so badly. He cares for her, Jaina. I can feel it."

"Which means she can, too, most likely," Jaina said. "I don't want to get overly sentimental here, Uncle Luke, but-don't underestimate the power of love. It's pulled two family members back from the dark side already. Ben may be sixteen, but he's not a fool." She leaned forward, her dark eyes intense. "Maybe if he believes she's redeemable ... it's because she is."

Luke was silent. "All right," he said at last. "Vestara can come with us to Korriban. But we are going to be watching her every minute."

"Of course we will. And drink your caf, it's getting cold."

LUKE WASN'T HAPPY ABOUT ANY OF THIS. NOT ABOUT NOT KNOWING where either Abeloth or the Sith were, not about having to visit Korriban and other Sith-steeped locales, and especially not about having a Sith girl with them on said jaunts.

She was a danger. Luke knew it. Was there a chance that Ben and Jaina were right, that Vestara could indeed be won over to the light side of the Force? Of course there was. There was always hope. But there were also odds. And Luke knew that the odds were stacked-heavily-against that possibility.

He had at one point, years earlier, banned all navigation data regarding Korriban from Jedi computers, and asked the Galactic Alliance to do the same. Now that decision came back to bite him. Jaina had set Natua Wan the task of going through ancient, locked-up records in order to find anything of use. Luke half hoped the Falleen would fail in her task, but she-along with, presumably, more able researchers-had uncovered sufficient information for their purposes.

The closer they drew to the ancient Sith world, the quieter they all became. The only one who seemed excited about the prospect was, of course, Vestara.

Luke had pressed her to tell him what she knew about the place, considering that at one point she had had access to the Omen's data banks, and somewhat to his surprise, she agreed.

"The term Sith actually refers to a species of red-skinned beings who were native to Korriban," she began. "The Sith today are descendants of Jedi who chose to follow the dark side of the Force rather than the light side. There was a war in which the Dark Jedi were exiled. They arrived on Korriban and, much like my own people with the Kes.h.i.+ri, were received almost as G.o.ds because of their ability to harness and direct the Force. They a.s.sumed the name Lords of the Sith, not because they were Sith, but because they were their masters. They figured out a way to mingle their DNA with that of the Sith natives, and gradually that species became extinct. I myself might have some Sith DNA."

Out of the corner of his eye, Luke noticed an expression that might have been a wince flickering over Ben's face.

Vestara continued. "The Sith had strictly defined castes-a slave caste, a religious caste, an engineer caste, and a warrior caste. There was no transitioning from one to the other." She smirked a little. "That is, I think, where the Lost Tribe is superior. When we arrived on Kesh, we did not believe in such divisions. Any Kes.h.i.+ri could rise according to his ability with the Force-as you have seen."

"And that makes you better?" Jaina asked. She leaned against the bulkhead, her arms crossed. She was regarding the girl with, if not open hostility, at least healthy dislike plain on her face.

"Yes," Vestara said simply. She looked at Luke. "Surely you agree, Master Luke. Or do you think it's better to deny beings the right to grow and achieve simply because of their birth?"

It was an argument Luke could not win. "Next you'll ask me when I stopped beating my son. Neither is preferable, Vestara. There is no better or worse; there is only the dark side." And if she were truly moving to the light side, he thought, but did not say, then she would understand that.

Vestara did not react, merely continued. "The Sith Empire thrived, until its discovery by ..." She c.o.c.ked her head, thinking, biting her lower lip in concentration and looking like an ordinary girl trying to recall her lessons. "Gav and Jori Daragon. That discovery led to the Great Hypers.p.a.ce War, which I understand the Sith lost. It was during that time that the Omen crashed, and I'm afraid I don't know very much after that."

"s.h.i.+p didn't tell you?" Luke couldn't read Ben, which was unusual for him. He didn't seem overly skeptical, nor innocently inquiring. Ben was, Luke realized, in his gathering information mode. His time with the Galactic Alliance Guard had taught him the value of a methodical approach, one in which all evidence was considered. Ben was doing exactly that-asking questions, listening, and observing.

"Some," Vestara said. "But there were many other things that s.h.i.+p thought were more important. The Sith have a varied and complex history, and s.h.i.+p wished us to live in the present, not the past. We spent more time learning about how things are currently in the galaxy."

"Like learning about me and Dad," Ben said, again speaking in a calm, impartial voice. Investigating.

"Yes," she answered, unruffled. "You would have done the same, would you not?"

"I ... suppose I would have."

"All you really need to know about the Sith on Korriban is that we believe they haven't been there for some time," Luke said. "The place has become a burial ground. It's more important for us to be aware of potential dangers we might encounter."

"The burial-ground aspect is itself a great danger," Vestara said quietly. "The area will be strong with the dark side. And ... I am told that things can be created with the dark side of the Force."

Luke nodded. "That's true. The general catchall term is demon."

"Works for me," Ben said. Luke could tell now that he was making his voice even with an effort. Ben had had a close brush with such "demons" on Ziost two years earlier. No doubt he was recalling those long days and nights as he spoke.

"There are other, less spectral dangers as well, though," Luke said. Both Ben and Vestara looked suitably solemn as Luke called up a hologram.

The creature resembled a rancor-if rancors had sharp spines bristling down their backs and large tusks. "This is a terentatek," Luke said. "They can be found in several places around the galaxy, but they originated on Korriban. Some say they are products of Sith alchemy. Others think they were simply rancors twisted with dark-side energy. Regardless, they are aggressive and deadly. Those claws," he said, indicating the enormous three-fingered hands, "and their tusks are poisonous. Since they like to live in caves and other places where dark-side energy is strong, and since that's exactly where we'll be going, we might run across some."

He touched another b.u.t.ton. This time, the beast that appeared looked like a canine. Sort of. Its eyes were red and glowing, and its paws had sharp claws. A whip-like tail lashed as they watched it.

"This is a tuk'ata," Luke said. "Also known as a Sith hound. They are guardians of the tombs."

"Which, don't tell me, is exactly where we're going," said Ben.

Luke nodded. "They also live on other worlds, but they originated here."

"Sounds like Korriban exports a lot of things," Vestara said.

"I've seen one," Jaina said. Her arms were folded across her chest as she regarded the beast. "On Yavin Four. They're sentient-at least somewhat. I've heard that it can understand the ancient Sith language. In this case, it understood grat.i.tude, at least. It left us alone after-after Jacen healed it."

There was an uncomfortable silence. Luke again thought what a tragedy that the young Jacen Solo, with his great heart and gentle love of animals, had somehow-and inevitably so-become Darth Caedus.

There were more things to beware, most of them lurking in caves in or around the Valley of the Dark Lords. Bat-like shyracks dwelled in the darkness of the caves. Reptiles thrived on this world. Clay-footed wraids, also found on the desert world of Tatooine, lumbered the sands of the planet. The waters housed dark-side dragons with the onomatopoeic name hssiss, and the sand was rife with pelko bugs. These insects were attracted to Force-sensitives, and their toxin produced a numbing effect that, depending on how many swarmed upon one, could paralyze.

"Let's see," Ben recapped. "Dark-side demons and dragons, Sith hounds, mutated rancors, deadly bats, and paralyzing bugs. Sounds like business as usual."

Vestara gave them all a sudden grin, reached under her seat, and produced a small spray canister of droch repellent. "We're ready for at least one of those creatures," she said, and even Luke found himself smiling.

KORRIBAN.

A few hours later, none of them was smiling as Luke brought the Jade Shadow into Korriban's atmosphere.

They pa.s.sed over a settlement, a dilapidated s.p.a.ceport surrounded by small cl.u.s.ters of buildings that made up a sort of village. Luke knew this place better than he would have liked; there was no need to get involved with the locals. If the Lost Sith Tribe were hiding here, the locals would either not know or be too frightened to reveal anything of use, and he had no desire to make his presence here more public than it had to be.

"It's so ... barren," Vestara murmured as they flew over the desolate place.

"Welcome to what happens to a planet steeped in the dark side," Jaina said. "Use, abuse, and discard. That's the Sith for you."

"But our world is not-" Vestara fell silent. Ben gave her a quick glance, though it was hard to tear his gaze from the disturbing but oddly compelling sight of this rocky and sandy world. She still kept anything about Kesh that might reveal its location a closely guarded secret. Ben supposed he couldn't blame her, and in a way welcomed the reminder that, funny and smart and beautiful as Vestara might be, until she could truly prove otherwise, he had to be careful around her.

It was not a reminder he enjoyed.

They were heading right for the Valley of the Dark Lords. "It's the most logical place to begin our search," Luke had said. "The holy of holies for the Sith. If they're hiding here, they'll gravitate to the place that has the strongest dark-side energy-and that's the valley."

Ben s.h.i.+vered slightly. He could feel it, and knew everyone else could, too; a sort of heavy, sinister tugging, as if his clothes were weighted with water, dragging him down to the depths. He'd felt this before, on Ziost, and this time was very glad to have his father and cousin as company.

And, odd as it seemed, Vestara. This was a rare chance for her to prove her loyalties-one way or the other-and if she was truly, as Ben believed, coming over to the light side, her knowledge would be a gift and not a curse.

A gift from the dark side. How about that?

Her face was alert, attentive, and unlike Luke, Jaina, and Ben himself, she appeared to be utterly comfortable with the energies wafting up from this ancient world. He recalled seeing a similar expression on her face on Klatooine, when the turbolift had stopped on a floor that was home to several establishments that provided very exotic entertainments catering to the less savory desires of beings, and he felt again the shadow of doubt fall cool on his heart.