Star Wars_ The New Jedi Order 08_ Edge of Victory 01_ Conquest - J. Gregory Keyes [109]
“I see you’ve thought a lot about this.”
“I guess I have.”
“Notice how quickly this takes us back to the things you said we weren’t supposed to talk about?”
“Oh. Right.”
“Luke, this is who we are,” Mara said, stroking his shoulder lightly. “We can’t deny it, even alone on an island.” She dipped her foot in the wavelets lapping onto the beach. Luke closed his eyes and felt the wind on his face.
“Maybe not,” he admitted.
“And so what?” Mara said, playfully kicking a little water on the cuff of his pants. But then her face grew serious again. “There is one very important thing I want to say, now, before another second passes,” she informed him.
“What’s that?”
“I’m really hungry. Really, really hungry. If I don’t eat right away, I’m going to salt you in seawater and gobble you up.”
“You’d be dissapointed,” Luke said. “It’s fresh water. Come on. The pavilion isn’t far. There should be food waiting.”
Luke and Mara ate outside at a table of polished yellow Selonian marble while the blossoms around them chimed a quiet music and released fragrances to complement each course. Luke felt ridiculously pampered and a little guilty, but managed to relax somewhat into the mood.
But the mood was broken during the intermezzo, when the pavilion’s protocol droid interrupted them.
“Master Skywalker,” it said, “an aircar is approaching and requesting admittance through the security perimeter.”
“You have the signal?”
“Most assuredly.”
“Transfer to the holostation on the table.”
“As you wish, sir.”
A hologram of a man’s face appeared above the remains of their meal. It was human, very long, with aristocratic features.
“Kenth Hamner,” Luke said, a sense of foreboding pricking up his scalp. “To what do we owe this pleasure?”
The retired colonel smiled briefly. “Nothing important. Just a visit from an old friend. May I come aboard?”
That’s what his words said. His expression, somehow, conveyed something altogether different.
“Of course. Link to the ship’s computer, and it will land you somewhere appropriate. I hope you like grilled nylog.”
“One of my favorites. I’ll see you soon.”
A few moments later, Hamner appeared from one of the several trails leading to the pavilion, accompanied by the droid.
“You two make me wish I was young again,” Hamner said, smiling, looking them over.
“We’re not so young, and you’re not so old,” Mara replied.
Hamner offered her a short bow from the waist. “Mara, you’re looking lovely as ever. And my deepest congratulations on your upcoming event.”
“Thank you, Kenth,” Mara returned graciously.
“Have a seat,” Luke said. “May I have the droid bring you something?”
“A cold drink of a mildly stimulating beverage perhaps? Surprise me.”
Luke sent the droid off with those rather vague instructions and then turned to Hamner, who was now seated.
“You didn’t come here just to congratulate us, did you?”
Hamner nodded sadly. “No. I came to give you a heads-up. Borsk Fey’lya has managed to secure an order for your arrest. The warrant will be served about six standard hours from now.”
TWO
Somewhere between the Corellian Trade Spine and the Kathol sector, the Star Destroyer Errant Venture dropped out of hyperspace, reoriented its massive wedge-shaped frame, and resumed lightspeed. An uninformed observer would have had less than a minute to wonder what a Star Destroyer was doing in such an out-of-the-way part of space and why it was painted red.
Deep in the Destroyer’s belly, Anakin Solo hardly noticed the transition, so intent was he on what he was doing. He stood quickly into narrow profile, the point of his lightsaber aiming toward the deck, pommel level with his forehead and pointed at the ceiling. With