Force Heretic_ Refugee Part 1

Star Wars.

The New Jedi Order.

FORCE HERETIC.

Refugee.

by Sean Williams and Shane Dix.

In a last-ditch attempt to save the galaxy, Luke Skywalker, his wife, Mara, and Jacen Solo blaze new frontiers in uncharted realms as the dazzling Star Wars s.p.a.ce epic Continues...

There will always be people who are strong for evil.

The stronger you become, the more you're tempted.

- Luke Skywalker, Jedi Master

PROLOGUE.

The man who was no longer a man stood before an alien who was not what it seemed.

"Everything is in place," the man said.

The alien tasted the air as though sniffing for lies. "Are you certain?"

"Yes, General," he replied confidently. Nevertheless, he felt extremely selfconscious of how he was standing. The aliens he thought he was dealing with were particularly good at reading body language; the slightest gesture or twitch of a facial muscle might be misconstrued as doubt. "The population has been lulled into a false sense of security-or if not security, then certainly hope that security might one day be possible. Barring the unforeseen, all should proceed according to plan."

"I am pleased," the alien said, claws clicking on the floor as it paced restlessly before him.

Inwardly he sighed his relief. Meeting his side of the bargain was literally a matter of life and death. "Does that mean-?"

"When you return, and I am completely satisfied that your half of the bargain has been met," the alien said sharply, "then and only then will you receive that which you desire." The alien's tail thumped the ground once: End of discussion.

It couldn't have been clearer if it had used words.

He shrugged, nodding his acceptance of the alien's terms. There was no reason to believe that things wouldn't go as expected. He would get what he wanted. He had taken care of everything, after all.

"Then I shall leave you, General," he said, "with your permission."

It looked him over briefly as it concurred. "You may depart," it said in a series of tones too loud for the human ear to endure comfortably, yet possessing such subtlety that few could comprehend it. No human mouth had ever uttered so much as a single word in that tongue.

That he spoke it fluently was simply to be expected. "I shall meet you back here in a matter of days."

"Be a.s.sured that I will be waiting," the alien said, still pacing the floor. "And remember: we have what you want." He bowed, knowing that he could never forget that. As he left the picket s.h.i.+p via the narrow umbilical, his body adapting to free-fall with built-in ease, he eagerly antic.i.p.ated his return to claim what was rightfully his--the triumphant beginning of his new existence. It didn't matter how many lives it cost.

He would happily stand by a bonfire of bodies if that's what it took for a chance to warm himself on immortality's fires.

With a smile, he set a course for destiny.

PART ONE

EXPEDITION.

Luke Skywalker scrambled up the rocky slope, his lungs burning with each heavy breath he took. He was relieved to hear his nephew beside him also panting for breath, because that meant his own difficulties with the climb were in no way a reflection of his age or fitness; it was simply that the atmosphere on Munlali Mafir was thin, that was all.

Behind them came the terrible baymg of the KrizJaws. The sound was high-pitched and piercing, even through the rarefied atmosphere, and sent a s.h.i.+ver down his spine. With their great rancorlike heads bent low, sniffing for a scent, Luke knew that the smooth - and pink-skinned aliens wouldn't be too far behind, converging from around the ruined palace to join in the hunt for the landing party.

He glanced over his shoulder, half expecting to see them snapping at his heels already. Thankfully, though, they weren't that close. But even as he looked, he saw seven of them emerge from a decorative archway at the base of the nearest wall, tripping over one another and slipping on the rubble in their haste as they headed for the ceremonial mound.

Another three jump-rolled from a window, scurrying out of sight behind a statue.

Small reddish eyes, two thin arms tipped with three poisoned claws, two powerful legs designed for pouncing, mouths with jaws extendable enough to swallow a human head in one gulp...

The thought was a reminder for Luke that he should keep moving.

"Only ten of them," Dr. Soron Hegerty said, the surprise evident beneath her own panting. She seemed to be finding the pace more difficult than the others, barely keeping up even with Jacen's help. "There have-always been - eleven. I thought that-might have been-significant." A second later another Krizlaw leapt through the window, shattering what little remained of the already splintered ornate frame, then dashed for the mound also.

The xen.o.biologist shook her head, as if to suggest she was tired of being right all the time. "Eleven," she confirmed.

"Come on, Doctor Hegerty," Jacen said. Luke felt his young nephew subtly augmenting her stamina with the Force. "We have to keep moving!"

"Ritual hunting party, you think?" Lieutenant Stalgis asked. The stocky Imperial in light combat armor turned to snap a shot back at the seven coming up the mound. The blaster bolt took one on the shoulder, provoking an earsplitting squeal of pain, but didn't slow the creature down.

"Something-like that," Hegerty gasped.

Luke and Jacen exchanged worried looks. The xen.o.biologist was tiring fast, and the top of the mound was still some distance away. The structure consisted of soil packed tight around a central core of stone, creating a tall, conical pseudo-pyramid with a truncated, stone summit perfect for an impromptu landing field. The shuttle was waiting for them there, engines warmed up and ready to whisk them off to safety. The only problem was that at this rate, with the doctor's endurance flagging, they weren't going to make it.

The two Jedi turned simultaneously to see the Kriz-laws making their way up the slope in a.s.sured and steady bounds, digging in with their claws and using their enormous thigh muscles to propel them forward. Seeing Luke and Jacen making a stand, the creatures hurried their ascent, their howls intensifying with each leap. Luke had seen the effects these ululations could have on lower life-forms when he'd witnessed the Krizlaws feeding. The intense vibrations of their howls stunned nerve centers, disoriented senses, and sent muscles into spasm.

While their prey was thus incapacitated, the Krizlaws would eat them whole. Dr. Hegerty had said that the Krizlaws believed the still-beating heart to be essential for good digestion.

You won't be digesting this Jedi, Luke swore determinedly. Whole or otherwise! He sent his senses deep under the surface of the mound. Packed it might be, but the soil wasn't bound like ferrocrete. There were fissures underneath the surface, numerous pressure points that, with one solid nudge, could be...

There. Signaling Jacen, he mentally linked up with his nephew using the Force-meld technique perfected in recent months. Together their minds pushed at the pressure point he had found beneath the surface. Dirt erupted from the slope below as though a buried machine had suddenly come to life. The shower of dirt hid the s.h.i.+fting forces beneath as disturbed ground found itself falling, gathered momentum, disturbed more in turn, and became an avalanche that swept over the Krizlaws, driving them back down to the base of the mound.

Stalgis c.o.c.ked an eyebrow. "Impressive," he said approvingly, and with obvious relief. Slinging his blaster rifle over his shoulder, he headed back up the mound at a more leisurely pace.

"We're not out of this yet," Jacen said.

Luke silently agreed. Urging himself forward, he activated his comlink. "We're on our way," he reported. "Any sign of disturbances?" The pilot of the Imperial shuttle didn't waste any words. "All clear. We're ready for liftoff." Above them, he could hear the whine of engines.

Relieved that they would soon be offplanet, Luke allowed himself a moment to puzzle at what had gone wrong. Everything had gone so well at first.

Munlali Mafir was a planet that Hegerty had listed as one whose indigenous population told of a migratory world that had once appeared in their system, stayed briefly, and then vanished. It wasn't necessarily Zonama Sekot, but everyone agreed that the lead was worth following up.

Upon arrival, however, it had been apparent that something had changed. The Jostran natives of Munlali Mafir were, according to Hegerty's records, slow-moving centipedes barely larger than a human arm.

What they'd found, though, was a colony of Krizlaws-listed as feral herd beasts with no more intelligence than a common nerf-and no sign of the Jostrans at all. Something appeared to have elevated the Krizlaws to full intelligence while at the same time wiping out the Jostrans. Either that or the Imperial probe records had simply been wrong. The language used by the Krizlaws was in fact the same as that recorded in Hegerty's files, except that it was attributed to the Jostrans.

The Krizlaws were not a starfaring species, so the arrival of the Imperial shuttle had prompted an enthusiastic welcome. Luke, Jacen, Hegerty, and a small honor guard of stormtroopers had been invited to a ceremonial banquet at which the visitors had witnessed the grisly eating habits of the planet's indigenous inhabitants. The local chief, who looked indistinguishable from the others except for a brightly colored belt wrapped around his smooth midriff, had freely pa.s.sed on the legend about the "Star-World" that had appeared in the sky four decades earlier.

Lacking telescopes or other optical instruments, their observations had been somewhat limited, but it seemed that this Star-World had appeared as a blue-green light in the skies of Munlali Mafir. It had stayed there for almost three of the planet's months, then-as mysteriously as it had appeared-it disappeared again.

For the time that this Star-World held its place in the sky, Munlali Mafir had undergone a period of increased seismic activity.

Numerous volcanoes around the planet erupted, and the lands making up the three continents had been rent by groundquakes, all of which resulted in the deaths of many of the natives.

Although the locals at the time-whether Jostrans or Krizlaws, Luke had been unable to determine-had no geologic knowledge to speak of, or indeed any understanding of the gravitational effects that astral bodies could have upon each other, they had, nonetheless, a.s.sociated the spate of disasters with the arrival of the new planet. To them, the Star-World was a harbinger of death and upheaval, and Luke made every effort to rea.s.sure the chief and his people that it was unlikely the Star-World would ever return.

It was then that the trouble had started.

A hush had descended on the gathering as Luke patiently explained that the visitation of the rogue planet had been nothing more than a chance event, and it was doubtful that such an occurrence would be repeated. He a.s.sumed that Zonama Sekot was simply looking for somewhere safe to hide, and had moved on once it had become clear that Munlali Mafir was inhabited. It was very possible, he had a.s.sured the chief, that the Star-World was in fact by now on the other side of the Unknown Regions. He explained that the terrible consequences of its visit-the ruin of most of the planet's stone cities, the disruption to ocean currents, and the impact upon some vital environmental resources such as aquifers-were only temporary. These things, he promised, would soon return to normal.

Instead of being relieved by his rea.s.surances, though, the locals had become agitated. The chief had signaled his guards, and the visitors-esteemed guests just moments earlier-had suddenly found themselves treated as captives. Luke had forbidden any form of resistance from his party, confident that he could talk their way out of a violent confrontation. It was only as he had tried to make contact with the chief through the Force, however, that he'd realized just how difficult this might prove.

These beings, it turned out, had two centers of consciousness.

Where Luke might ordinarily have influenced any other creature's thoughts and convinced it simply to let them go, there was no one place to apply pressure within the chief of the Krizlaws. One thought center was bright and alert, and easily deflected his probe; the other was dull and diffuse, as slippery as a nooroop egg. He couldn't influence either as easily as he'd hoped, and the revelation threw him for a moment. He had never encountered this situation before.

During his confusion, one of their stormtrooper escorts had been forced onto the ground. A robed Krizlaw tipped the stormtrooper's head-back and, bizarrely, attempted to force some sort of wriggling grub down his throat. The man gagged and tried to spit it out, but the tiny creature went down anyway.

That was enough for Luke. Giving up on direct control, he had used the Force to thrust the robed Krizlaw away from the fallen stormtrooper.

The man's life-signature was still strong, despite his revulsion at the unexpected "meal." Pus.h.i.+ng his own guards away, he had helped the stormtrooper to his feet while Jacen quickly freed himself and the others. Within no time at all, they had broken free of the Krizlaws and were running for their lives.

As they fled, Luke had heard the distinctive sound of the chief screeching commands to those gathered around him. Soon a group of eleven "ritual hunters," as Hegerty thought of them, had formed and given pursuit.

The chase through the decaying palace had been fast and furious, with two of the stormtroopers at the rear of the group being s.n.a.t.c.hed up by the jaws and claws of their pursuers within seconds. The sound of their cries as the Krizlaws fell upon them was terrible to hear, but their deaths had given the others valuable seconds. When one of the Krizlaws was successful, all of the hunting party came to a halt to devour their prey. This was the first hint that Hegerty had received of the nature of the ritualistic hunting group comprised by the eleven Krizlaws. Maybe now, Luke hoped, with most of the eleven buried beneath the rubble, they would give up the chase.

It was a nice thought, but Luke still didn't feel confident that they were out of trouble just yet. Even now, as they neared their objective at the top of the ceremonial mound, he didn't allow himself to embrace the relief that he could sense emanating from Stalgis and Hegerty. Self-confidence had a way of making one lower one's guard, and that could cost lives. He wasn't about to a.s.sume they had escaped until they had escaped.

Finally, the slope eased and they staggered onto the mound's wide, stone summit. The Sentinel-cla.s.s landing shuttle rested on an eroded bas-relief depicting a mythical battle between two hideous-looking deities.

At the top of the extended landing ramp stood a gray-uniformed Imperial pilot, waving for them to hurry.

"Gee, what's the rush?" Stalgis said dryly, putting an arm under the shoulder of the only other surviving stormtrooper-the one who'd been force-fed the grub.

"Can't they allow us a few moments to admire the scenery?"

"Maybe that's why," Jacen said, pointing ahead and to his left.

Approaching with an ungainly but effective series of long-legged leaps were the three Krizlaws who had separated from the rest of the hunting party at the base of the mound. It was clear they were going to reach the shuttle first-which probably explained their triumphant howls and ululations.

Luke gathered the Force about himself and Jacen. By using it to increase their speed, the two of them could head off the three Krizlaws, giving the others opportunity to get to the shuttle. Three of these creatures would certainly be no match for the lightsabers of two trained Jedi.

Barely had he taken a step when matching howls sounded from off to the right. A quick glance told him that eight more of the Krizlaws had found them.

"Eleven again," Hegerty said breathlessly. There was a hint of defeat in her tone.

"They can't be the ones we buried," Jacen said. "It's not possible!"

"They aren't," Luke said. "They have different markings. These must be replacements."

"How did they know?" Stalgis asked.

The question became moot as the eleven howling aliens converged on the escapees. Two Krizlaws separated from the rest and headed for the shuttle, giving the Imperial waiting at the top of the ramp good reason to hastily retreat inside. Seconds later, laser cannons issued from their retractable housing and began taking potshots. The Krizlaws were too fast, however, their long leaps taking the gunner by surprise.

Luke stopped running. There was no point wasting energy on a mad dash if there was no chance of making it. Sending for the shuttle speeder bike was also pointless, since that could save only two of them at the very most. A familiar meditation damped down feelings of frustration and anger; this was no time to give in to darker emotions, he told himself.

There had to be another way to save the landing party from the approaching aliens.

Stalgis a.s.sumed a sharpshooter's pose and snapped off a dozen rounds in quick succession. One of the Krizlaws stumbled and fell, missing one of its arms and geysering purplish blood. Luke watched in horror as the creature staggered back to its feet and continued on, limping. Stalgis's jaw clenched as if biting down on frustration, but he kept on firing.

Luke and Jacen placed themselves at two points of a defensive triangle, with Stalgis and the other stormtrooper at the other corner and the exhausted Hegerty in the middle. The xen.o.biologist was only slightly older than Luke, but she had no battle skills. The type of expedition she was used to, Luke imagined, would have had little cause for running like this.

Krizlaws spread out in a circle around them. Luke used the Force to discourage those who came closest, but knew it was only a matter of time before he and the others were rushed. There was no way they could possibly repel all nine at once.

As he steeled himself in preparation for the inevitable attack, and possibly a fight to the death, his thoughts went out to his son safe in the heart of the Galactic Alliance, and he sent a wordless message of apology to Mara, waiting in orbit in Jade Shadow.

The Millennium Falcon's exit from hypers.p.a.ce was anything but graceful. Leia gripped the arms of her copilot's chair, glad that Han had finally installed one that accommodated her slight build.

Behind her, she could hear C-3PO rattling.

"Oh my," the golden droid exclaimed, s.h.i.+fting unsteadily on his feet to try to keep his balance. "I hope we haven't hit anything!" Han flicked a couple of switches; then, when that obviously failed, he leaned back in his seat and kicked the base of the console. A few seconds later, their trajectory flattened out.

"Sorry about that, folks," he said to no one in particular. "Normal services have been resumed." Leia rolled her eyes and glanced back at Tahiri. The young Jedi sat stoically in her seat, her stare fixed at a point outside the c.o.c.kpit canopy. Throughout the journey, she had remained quiet and unresponsive to any attempts at conversation, her thoughts focused firmly inward. Leia hadn't pressed her; she sensed that some complicated healing process was taking place in the girl, and she was reluctant to disturb it.

Nevertheless, there were times when she felt that a more direct approach might be appropriate-especially those times when Tahiri's brooding silences went on for hours at a stretch, never seeming to end.

Tahiri's blackout on Galantos had been a startling setback, occurring at a time when Leia had believed that Tahiri could be on the mend. Still, there could be no faulting her reactions when she'd woken up; without her well-honed Jedi instincts, they might not have-reached orbit when they did-or, indeed, made contact with the mysterious Ryn who had helped them escape.