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Qui-Gon glanced out the viewport. One of the escort CloakShapes had altered vector to move in front of the cruiser. The landing area was directly ahead, only a few kilometers distant. “There are ways, Captain. But not the one you have in mind.”

“Do as I say,” she snapped.

Qui-Gon hesitated, then leaned toward the intercom pickup. “Master Tiin, evacuate the salon pod immediately.”

“Why, Qui-Gon?”

“There’s no time to explain. Hurry.”

The pilot waited for confirmation that the pod was empty. Then she triggered the pod’s separator charges. The cruiser’s bow tipped up as the magnoclamps below the cockpit blew, and the pod broke away from the fuselage.

All but immune to the effects of the tractor beam because of its small size, the pod rocketed ahead of the decelerating cruiser, its self-contained jets flaring, but its course dictated by the Prominence’s captain.

The pilot of the CloakShape flying point couldn’t have known what hit him.

Rammed forcefully in the tail by the pod, the fighter lurched forward, then veered violently to one side. The pilot tried to correct, but the repulsorlift engine had been fatally damaged, and the small craft was out of control. Belching intermittent puffs of white smoke and a stream of viscous fluids, the CloakShape tipped up onto its right stabilizer, then began a corkscrewing plummet toward the city’s central plaza.

The pilot leaned forward to track the fighter, her right hand clenched. “Stay on target,” she urged the fighter. “Stay on target …”

The CloakShape slammed nose first into the sloping face of the pyramid that housed the tractor beam, and blew to pieces. Narrowly missed, the grid held for a moment, then sparks began to gambol across the invisible perimeter of its deflector shield.

“That’s all we needed!” the pilot said.

She fed full power to the tri-thrusters, and was just starting her climb when the cruiser jerked to a halt, then was released, only to be jerked motionless once more.

“You damaged it, Captain,” Qui-Gon said, “but you didn’t kill it.”

The pilot’s continued efforts to pull away succeeded only in throwing the cruiser into a dizzying horizontal spin. Still half in the grip of the dazed grid, the Prominence slued sharply to starboard, flying over the plaza and headed straight for the city’s northernmost pyramid. Qui-Gon was certain that they were going to hit the structure head-on, but at the last moment, the cruiser surged upward. Even so, the tail struck the pyramid’s upper platform, shearing off the central and starboard thrusters.

At the same instant, the ion cannon opened fire.

Energy pulsed from the weapon’s reciprocating barrels, finding soft spots in the belly of the ship. Charges leapt about the deflector shield, forking like lightning, then encasing the ship in a scintillating web of blue light.

All shipboard systems failed.

Silence reigned for a split second, then sporadic power returned. The cruiser commenced a rapid, diagonal glide, held aloft by its sole remaining engine.

Lambent with late sunlight, the black lake expanded below.

“And I thought you were just being figurative about getting wet, Master,” Obi-Wan said as he looked around for something to hold on to.

The Prominence skimmed the surface of the lake, then bellied into the water and began to hydroplane toward the center. The cruiser was on a collision course with one of the rocky islands, until its blunt bow dropped, and the lake robbed it of forward momentum. It came to a shuddering stop in turbulent water, then listed to its damaged side and slowly began to sink.

By then the seven Jedi and the few judicials aboard had gathered at the starboard docking ring airlock. Blowing the hatch, they eased down into the frigid water and started to swim for the nearest island, which rose in a jumble of wind- and water-smoothed boulders to a height of one hundred or so meters.

First to reach shore, Qui-Gon launched himself to dry land, landing on his feet on a narrow stretch of rocky beach. Waves generated by the cruiser’s plunge crashed around his ankles. He used his hands