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He had soon learned to think of pain as his teacher. From fearing it, he had actually come to welcome it, because he knew it would test his willpower and his courage; it would make him stronger. To be content, to be comfortable, was to be complacent. No one learned anything from pleasure. Pain, on the other hand, was a most efficient instructor.

He returned to the problem at hand. Perhaps tracking down the human Lorn Pavan would lead him in turn to his primary target. In all probability the Corellian would have to be killed, as well. The longer the Neimoidian was alive, the more likely his information would be disseminated. Still, Maul was not worried. If he had to wipe out this entire city sector in order to contain the news about the blockade, he would do it without a qualm. Lives, even hundreds of lives, did not matter.

The first blow came from behind, half stunning Darsha and causing her to drop to her knees. A booted foot impacted against her side, driving her breath from her. Half-blinded by pain, Darsha reached for the Force as the Raptors closed in, felt its power enfold her, cloak her like an invisible shield. She stood, thrusting out one arm in a warding gesture, and felt the reverberating ripples flowing outward, hurling back her surprised attackers. For a brief moment she stood clear of them, and she used that moment to draw and activate her lightsaber. The yellow energy blade boiled out from the hilt’s projector, extending to its full length.

“She’s a Jedi!” one of the Raptors, a Trandoshan, shouted. He seemed surprised, but not particularly awed or impressed.

“She’s still dead meat,” Green Hair said. But none of his gang seemed particularly anxious to be the first within reach of the lightsaber.

“You should have listened to me,” Darsha said as she moved slowly until her back was against the skyhopper. “I don’t want to hurt any of you. Walk away now, while you can.”

She saw Green Hair and the Trandoshan exchange a glance—just a flicker of eye movement. It was enough to warn her, however, and even if it had not been, she had already sensed the disturbance in the Force coming from behind her. Darsha spun and raised the blade in a high defensive movement just in time to intercept a stocky Gotal who had leapt over the craft, aiming a vibroblade at her. The lightsaber sheared effortlessly through the Gotal’s wrist, sending the blade, still clutched in the severed hand, arcing back to land in the empty vehicle. The Gotal shrieked and fell in a heap on the pavement, clutching his cauterized stump.

There was a moment of utter stillness, save for the Gotal’s whimpers. Events hung in delicate balance, Darsha knew. Would they swarm over her to avenge their comrade, or flee in fear?

It was Green Hair who decided which course to take: He turned and ran up the street. The rest of the gang members promptly followed his lead, two of them dragging the wounded Gotal with them. In a matter of seconds the street was completely deserted save for Darsha and Oolth the Fondorian.

Darsha moved quickly to Oolth, who was lying on his back, moaning and still kicking feebly in an effort to dislodge the armored rat. Darsha touched the tip of the lightsaber’s blade to the creature’s neck, right at the soft juncture between the head and body carapaces, and the rat released its grip and bolted toward the shadows.

Darsha deactivated the lightsaber and pulled Oolth to his feet. “Let’s go—before they come back with reinforcements.”

“What took you so long? That blasted rat nearly gnawed my leg off!”

A pity it wasn’t your head, Darsha thought. “Just be grateful I was able to chase them away. Now let’s get out of here.” She helped him climb into the passenger side of the skyhopper, then settled herself behind the controls.

And realized that they weren’t going anywhere.

“Come on—what’re you waiting for? Lift off!”

“I can’t.” She pointed at the console, where the activated vibroblade, still gripped by the Gotal’s severed hand, had sunk to the hilt in the panel. Sparks and smoke were still faintly visible,