Star Wars_ The New Rebellion - Kristine Kathryn Rusch [99]
“Better grounded than destroyed,” the President said. “Can you do this, Mr. Fardreamer?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Cole stood. “But I think we might have a bigger problem here.”
Her face became perfectly still, her eyes huge, as she waited for him to elaborate.
“Not all the X-wings are here with the fleet. A number of them are out.”
She swallowed. “Do you think these need a remote detonator?”
He understood where she was going. If a remote detonator was needed, then the X-wings away from Coruscant were probably safe.
“No, ma’am. This detonator is designed to go off when a certain combination of commands is made.”
“Do you know what that combination is?”
Cole shook his head.
“Then every X-wing pilot’s in danger,” the President said.
“I’ll issue an order grounding them immediately,” the general said.
“Be sure to send one to Jedi Master Skywalker,” Cole said.
“Luke?” This time, the panic in the President’s voice was evident.
“Yes, ma’am. The X-wing he took is an exact replica of the prototype here, right down to the computer.”
“Oh, Luke,” she said. Then she looked up at the general. “I don’t even know where he is.”
The general put his arm around her. “We’ll find him,” he said. “We have no other choice.”
Almania loomed in his viewscreen, a large white-and-blue planet surrounded by clouds. Its three moons were smaller than Almania, and colored differently. Two had a lot of green mixed with the blue.
Luke’s charts told him that all three moons supported life, and had long-established cultures. Pydyr was the most famous, both for its exclusiveness and for its wealth. He had never heard of the other two, or of Almania, for that matter, until Brakiss had told him about it.
Oddly enough, he trusted Brakiss’s information. Brakiss still had a thread of goodness in him, a thread he fought, but one that existed. Luke was afraid, though, that one day Brakiss would overcome that goodness, and would use all of his considerable powers for evil. All Luke could do was help where he might, and let Brakiss know that Luke was there. Letting his students go was the hardest part of teaching: allowing them to make their own mistakes, allowing them to be themselves, allowing them to choose their own paths. Brakiss had a great deal to fight from his past; Luke hoped that Brakiss would make the correct choice for the future.
But Brakiss had once again gone into Luke’s past, except for his words about Almania. You’re supposed to go to Almania. The answers you want are there. And then, later: Leave the fighting to those who are ruthless. They’ll win anyway.
Whoever wanted Luke in Almania was ruthless, so ruthless that he terrified Brakiss. Not even Luke terrified Brakiss, not on that deep level. A part of Brakiss valued Luke, or he never would have given Luke that warning.
But Brakiss didn’t value the person who paid him to bring Luke to Almania. Brakiss feared that person.
That alone intrigued Luke. The warning intrigued him more.
He had spent the entire flight researching Almania. There wasn’t a lot to learn. Almania was on the far side of the galaxy. Neither the Empire nor the New Republic had paid it much attention. The Empire had once contacted Pydyr to help finance campaigns, but Pydyr had sent a carefully worded message about noninvolvement. Normally something like that would have set the Emperor off, but it didn’t. Even with all its wealth, Pydyr was too far away for the Empire to bother with.
While Pydyr saw itself as noninvolved, Almania considered itself loosely tied to the Rebellion, and later to the New Republic. The Je’har, who had led Almania during the fight against the Empire, had sent weapons and funds to several Rebel bases, including the one on Hoth. But the Je’har’s leadership changed shortly after the New Republic defeated Grand Admiral Thrawn, and the communications from Almania stopped. Some reports told of hideous brutality under Almania’s new regime. Others spoke of slaughter on a mass scale. But no one asked for help until later, and by that time, the New Republic was