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and I-Five had been the only ones to check the unconscious bodies of the Raptors, Darsha had missed I-Five’s find. The droid had flashed it at Lorn when she had been watching Green Hair. It was a small comlink—no doubt keyed to the Raptor who had owned it, but both Lorn and I-Five had hacked comlinks often enough that he knew getting around basic security would be no problem at all.

The three of them set out, following their unwilling guide, alert for any deception on his part. He led them toward an alley about two hundred meters from the direction he’d come.

Now if I-Five could just get a few minutes away, or have a chance to socket the comlink into his data plug, he could call Tuden Sal and set up a meeting. Things were looking better and better, Lorn told himself. He and his partner just might be able to get themselves safely offplanet after all.

Of course, it would mean dropping Darsha—a prospect that, he had to admit, he wasn’t looking forward to nearly as much as he thought he would. After all, she had helped keep him alive through this nightmare. He tried to remind himself that she was doing it purely to get the Neimoidian’s information into the hands of the Jedi—but at this point she knew practically as much as he did. While he might be able to supply some more details, Darsha was as capable of delivering the gist of the data to the Jedi Council as he was.

Though it galled him to admit it, the truth was that he was growing somewhat fond of her. True, she was younger than he was by a considerable factor, but there was still a certain attractive quality to her.

Remember, he told himself sternly, she’s a Jedi.

Or a Padawan, to be pedantic. A Padawan on her first solo mission—that much he’d gleaned from listening to conversations she’d had with I-Five. Tough cut of the cards, Lorn thought, to lose her Master, her mission, and even her informants on the first trip out. Why did she keep going? What made her want to bring them back to the Temple? Couldn’t she see what manipulators the Jedi were?

Lorn wanted to find out. As they walked, he dropped back a couple of paces until he was alongside her, leaving I-Five to keep tabs on Green Hair.

“Padawan Assant,” he said, somewhat stiffly, “I hope you don’t mind my asking, but—just what made you choose the Jedi path? They’re not—I mean—” He stopped, unsure how to continue. He glanced at her and saw her watching him.

Even in this dim light, her eyes were so incredibly blue.

“Never mind,” he said gruffly. He started to walk faster, to bring himself back up to I-Five, but she put her hand on his arm. He looked at it, then at her.

“I was chosen,” she said. “Chosen by the Force.” She told him that she had never been part of a family. “When the Jedi came and told me I could be a part of theirs, it all made perfect sense.”

Of course it did, he thought. You weren’t taken from a father who loved you by an order who then fired him because they thought it best that his son have no attachments.

He felt angry at her answer. He wanted to somehow break that composure, shatter that maddening calm, that sanctimonious righteousness she shared with all the others of her order.

“But now you might not be able to keep on being a Jedi,” he said. “Doesn’t that make you angry? These people, this order that you consider your family, casting you out?”

“Do you know of the Jedi Code?”

Lorn nodded. “Yes. I’ve heard it plenty of times.”

“ ‘There is no emotion; there is peace,’ ” she quoted. “This doesn’t mean I won’t be upset if I can’t stay at the Temple—just that emotion does not rule me. I am joined with the Force for my entire life. Down there, facing the taozin, I had a chance to really understand what that means.

“Whether or not I become a Jedi doesn’t matter now. I have felt the balance of the Force at a deeper level, and I know that I have done—and will continue to do—what I can to help maintain that balance. I’ll do it with the Jedi, or on my own—but I will do it. I am at peace, even though I may suffer disappointment.”

His confusion must have shown on his face, because she smiled.