The Changing of the Guard

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  Cover art by Alicia Buelow and David Mattingly

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  ISBN 978-1-4847-1980-0

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  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  About the Author

  Chapter One

  Senate aide Tyro Caladian winced at the look of frustration on the face of his friend Obi-Wan Kenobi. “I’m sorry,” he said for the third time. “There is nothing I can do.”

  Obi-Wan wanted to groan. He wanted to kick a hole through the rare laroon wood paneling of Meeting Room A3000291 in the Senate. He wanted to react like a privileged, arrogant Senator used to getting his way. He wanted to lash out.

  But he was a Jedi. Jedi did not do such things. They accepted even the most nerve-torturing frustrations with calm focus and unswerving direction. He must look for the flaw in the logic, discover the opening in the locked gate. Find the way. Petty emotions would only divert him. Obi-Wan took a deep breath and searched for his calm center.

  He looked over at his apprentice, Anakin Skywalker. If Obi-Wan merely felt like kicking a wall, it appeared that Anakin would do so at any moment. His gaze was turbulent, boiling. Then, as Obi-Wan watched, a mask slid over Anakin’s frustration. He looked composed now, perfectly in control.

  An impressive achievement. Obi-Wan had noted Anakin’s growth over the past six months while they had been tracking the evil scientist Jenna Zan Arbor from her last known stop in the Vanqor system. Anakin was seventeen now. He was becoming a man as well as a Jedi.

  Together they had followed Zan Arbor’s trail, tracing rumors and finding clues. They knew the scientist did not have access to her large fortune, which the Senate had confiscated and then dispersed among the many planets she had wronged. They knew what the Vanqors had paid her would soon be depleted. But they also knew that she had a taste for extravagance. She liked to live well. Perhaps she would leave a trail that way.

  Obi-Wan and Anakin had found other missions along the way, places where they were needed that couldn’t be ignored. Still they continued to search the galaxy for clues to Zan Arbor’s whereabouts, occasionally diverted but never deflected from their goal.

  The big break came when Anakin discovered she had bought a limited-production cruiser called a Luxe Flightwing. The ship was so rare and beautiful that everyone remembered it—fuelers on obscure spaceports, repair personnel in busy capital cities, customs officials, and especially other pilots. It had been an unwise move, typical of her greed and arrogance. She wanted what she wanted, then she acquired it. But it was a bad mistake. Bit by bit, information trickled in, and at last they had tracked her to Romin, a small planet in the Mid-Rim.

  Before traveling there to arrest her, Obi-Wan asked his friend and fellow Jedi, Siri Tachi, to help. Siri and her Padawan, Ferus Olin, had been involved in the search from time to time but had been called on by the Jedi Council for other missions. Still, Siri had pledged her support to Obi-Wan. Whenever he needed her for the final capture of Zan Arbor, she would be there.

  Now in Meeting Room A3000291, Siri didn’t show her frustration, but he sensed it in the taut lines of her muscled body. Obi-Wan knew all too well how Siri despised having to deal with the bureaucracy of the Senate. She was always geared for action. In many ways, she was like Anakin.

  “Look,” she said to Tyro, “we’re not stupid. We know it will be tricky. Romin is ruled by Roy Teda, who by all accounts is an evil dictator. It’s not like he’s going to invite the Jedi in. But the Senate is committed to arresting Zan Arbor. Why won’t they give us permission to go in?”

  “It’s more complicated than that,” Tyro said. Clearly uncomfortable under the scrutiny of Siri’s blazing blue eyes, the Svivreni fiddled with the thick metal clasp that held his long black hair in a plume that ran down his back. Then he smoothed the glossy fur on his small, pointed face. “Senate procedure always is. Teda himself is in violation of several galactic laws. He imprisons without trial. We are certain he uses torture to extract information. He has shut down the information bureaus and controls the only communications system on the planet. He has even raided his planet’s treasury for his own personal use.”

  “Exactly,” Siri said impatiently. “He is a criminal. So why do we have to listen to him?”

  “Because he is a duly elected ruler,” Tyro said.

  “But he rigged the elections!” Anakin burst out.

  “That makes no difference,” Tyro answered. “We must still obey the laws of Romin. And there is a law forbidding any bounty hunters to enter.”

  “We are not bounty hunters,” Ferus said. His dignity rang through his words. “We are Jedi.”

  Tyro swallowed. “Yes,” he said, “but the law says that no one can arrest or transport a galactic criminal off Romin. And that’s what you mean to do. Teda has made himself wealthy by offering his planet as a refuge to the most-wanted criminals. They’re happy to pay him a hefty bribe in order to relocate to his planet. In return, he makes sure that any bounty hunters are forcibly expelled. If his security police find them, they are made to ‘disappear.’”

  “Then we’ll just go to Romin without Senate approval,” Anakin said.

  Ferus frowned. Obi-Wan noted how Anakin bristled when he saw it. The two had never gotten along, and Obi-Wan wasn’t surprised. Ferus followed the rules. Anakin had no hesitation about bending them to get a job done.

  “Ah,” Tyro said carefully, “I’m afraid that you do need approval. Without legitimate cause, you will be asked to leave the planet. And if you do not leave, it is likely you will be imprisoned—if you are lucky. Teda has been known to execute without trial.”

  “But the Senate cannot shield a criminal like Zan Arbor!” Obi-Wan leaped to his feet and began to pace out his frustration. Now he knew why Zan Arbor had risked buying such a showpiece transport. She didn’t care, because she knew she would be protected. That infuriated him. No one was above galactic law. “There has to be a way.”

  Tyro shook his head. “If there is, I can’t think of it. The Senate looks the other way when it comes to Romin. The Romin Senator wields great influence. He is a favorite of Sano Sauro—who as you well know is the leader of a large voting bloc.”

  Obi-Wan groaned. “Not him again.” He had tangled with Sano Sauro before.

  “If you land on Romin secretly, you will be in violation of Senate laws,” Tyro said. “And I assure you, the Senator from Romin will not hesitate to prosecute even a Jedi,” Tyro spoke softly. “I’m afraid this is typical of the Senate these days. I am so sorry, my good friend Obi-Wan, that I cannot help you.”

  “I am grateful for what you’ve done,” Obi-Wan said woodenly. He refused to accept that Zan Arbor was untouchable. As his Master, Qui-Gon Jinn, had said, There is always another way.

  Tyro sighed. “I come from a peaceful world. The growing
lawlessness in the galaxy troubles me greatly. The prison worlds are not well maintained. Just recently there was yet another escape from a high-security prison, the Greylands Security Complex on Tentator. It was a notorious gang who broke free. Luckily the gang members were tracked and apprehended just hours ago. But such successes are rare, I must admit.”

  Obi-Wan stopped pacing and fixed Tyro with a keen gaze. “Who are they?”

  “They are called the Slams,” Tyro said.

  “Species?”

  “Humanoid. From Mamendin, in the Core. They started there with con jobs, ID thefts, things like that. Then they roamed the galaxy, mostly in the Core, pulling scams. They were the gang who heisted the entire treasury of Vuma. The leaders are fairly young—a man named Slam and a woman named Valadon. Slam is a con man and Valadon is an ID theft expert. They have only two other members—they keep their numbers small to maintain loyalty. The Slams were caught when they tried to break into a security vault of the Commerce Guild. You just don’t go after the Commerce Guild without major consequences.”

  “I remember the Vuma affair,” Siri said. “We heard about it at the Temple. It just about bankrupted the planet. The crystalline vertex they stole is still missing.” She gave Obi-Wan a curious glance. “What is it? You’ve got that look on your face.”

  “What look?”

  “That look that says, You’re going to hate this idea, Siri, but I’m going to do it anyway,” Siri said dryly.

  Obi-Wan grinned. “Relax. You’re going to love it.”

  Chapter Two

  Anakin looked over at his Master. They had grown even closer over the past months. Anakin had broken down after the mission on Vanqor and confessed his fears to Obi-Wan. He had been afraid to tell his Master how there were times he no longer wanted to be the Chosen One. He realized that he had been walking around with a nameless dread in his heart. He didn’t know what he feared, but he knew that he lived with the fear every waking moment. Saying this out loud had shocked his Master, but it had freed Anakin in a way he still didn’t understand.

  Perhaps it had been his experiences in the prisoner-of-war camp on Vanqor that had caused him to unburden his heart to Obi-Wan. Whatever the reason had been, it had changed something between them. They had grown closer. They were truly Master and Padawan now.

  He knew what had happened was a classic step in the Master–Padawan relationship. The apprentice invites the Master, and it begins. As learners, they had all wondered what the expression meant. The Master was the one to invite a Jedi student to be his or her apprentice. That was how it started. So what was the meaning of The apprentice invites the Master?

  Now he understood. He had been Obi-Wan’s apprentice for years before he had truly trusted him with the inner workings of his heart and mind. Once he had invited Obi-Wan to share his deepest fears, his worst nightmares, their relationship had shifted and deepened. It was as though they were starting again. It begins. Obi-Wan had told him that the same thing had happened with him and Qui-Gon. “In the middle of our journey together, we began again,” he’d told Anakin.

  It was mysterious and wonderful. They knew what each other would do before it was done. They knew what was in each other’s thoughts. Whereas before Anakin would worry about what was on Obi-Wan’s mind, now he accepted that some things he knew, and some things he didn’t, and that many things on Obi-Wan’s mind had nothing to do with him.

  He could not read Obi-Wan’s thoughts right now. He had no idea what his Master was planning. He felt just as puzzled as Siri. But where Siri felt worried, Anakin felt excited.

  Siri raised an eyebrow. “I’m listening.”

  “We have a way to land on Romin and get to Jenna Zan Arbor, then get her off-planet without violating any Senate regulations or the laws of Romin,” Obi-Wan said. “Technically.”

  “Technically?” Tyro asked.

  “We enter legally,” Obi-Wan said. “As criminals.”

  Siri sat down and slung one ankle over her knee. “Well, that’s a relief. For a minute there, I thought you actually had a plan that made sense.”

  “We take on the identities of the Slam gang,” Obi-Wan said. “I’ll be Slam, you’ll be Valadon. Anakin and Ferus can be the other two.”

  “Waldo and Ukiah,” Tyro supplied. “But technically—”

  “So, we land on Romin and find Zan Arbor,” Siri said. “What next?”

  “Well, I haven’t planned it out completely,” Obi-Wan said. “We find a way to lure her off-planet. That can’t be too hard.”

  “Sure,” Siri said. “One of the shrewdest scientific minds in the galaxy is going for a joyride with us. As Garen would say, piece of sweetcake.”

  “We’ll think of something to tempt her to join us,” Obi-Wan said. “The point is to land on Romin and contact her. We can only do that as criminals.”

  “Can I return to ‘technically’?” Tyro asked. “Technically, you’d still be in violation of several laws I can easily think of. If you get caught.”

  “We’re not going to be caught. That’s where you come in,” Obi-Wan said, turning to him.

  Suddenly, Tyro looked uneasy. “Oh.”

  “We’ll need ID docs and descriptions and background information,” Obi-Wan said. “And you said they operated on different planets in the Core. That means they probably have a spaceworthy ship. Do you think you can pull some strings for us and commandeer it?”

  “I don’t know,” Tyro said doubtfully. “That would take some favor trading.”

  “Your specialty,” Obi-Wan pointed out.

  “It would all have to be top secret, so I’d have to go to the Senate security committee first,” Tyro said slowly. “They’d have to give me a waiver to approach the Overseer of Prison Worlds, who would have to issue an edict to the prison world’s Confiscation Authority.…”

  “I don’t need the details, Tyro,” Obi-Wan said. “I just need results. We’ll also need time. You’ll have to get the authorities to agree to keep the capture of the Slam gang a secret until we’ve completed the mission. They have to still be listed as escaped, in case anyone checks.”

  Tyro frowned. “That might be difficult. When they catch criminals, they like to boast about it. I’d need an indefinite Stop Comm order from the Central Posting Service—” Tyro caught Obi-Wan’s eyes. He shut his datapad briskly and rose. “I’d better get started.”

  Tyro hurried out of the room.

  “We’ll have to clear this with Master Windu,” Siri said. “And I’d bet it will take some persuasion.”

  “He’ll agree,” Obi-Wan said confidently. “He knows how important the capture of Zan Arbor is to the safety of the galaxy.”

  Anakin felt a surge of excitement as Obi-Wan and Siri began to discuss possible courses of action and how soon they could leave. The frustration of locating Zan Arbor but not being able to take her into custody was over. Now they had a focus. They had a way to apprehend her.

  He pushed away the thought of seeing her again. Anakin had focused his attention on catching her. He had not thought about what he would do when they found her. He had met Jenna Zan Arbor in the prisoner-of-war camp on Vanqor. She had been pleasant, polite. Yet the memory of what happened there chilled him. She was the inventor of a drug that induced what she called the Zone of Self-Containment. Anakin had felt pleasure and contentment while under its influence. Nothing had bothered him. For the first time in his life, he had felt at peace. It was the feeling he had hoped to achieve as a Jedi. What had scared him was the thought that he would never feel that again. He had achieved true serenity in the Zone, but it had been a cheap victory, for after it was over, it had left him with guilt and fear. The very emotions he had tried to escape from.

  Focus on the first step. The others will follow.

  Much good had come out of his experience on Vanqor. The Zone had broken him down in a way that had been helpful. He had felt vulnerable and afraid, and he had leaned on his Master. He had come to see that Obi-Wan cared for him a great deal.
His Master would be there for him always. That had been a great gift to carry away from an uncertain time.

  Anakin tore his mind away from his own preoccupations and noticed that Ferus looked as though he were debating whether to speak. Anakin hoped he wouldn’t. He rarely liked what Ferus Olin had to say.

  Siri noted her Padawan’s hesitation. “Is there something on your mind, Ferus?” she asked.

  “I am just wondering if this plan is appropriate for the Jedi,” Ferus said. “It is not for me to question Jedi Masters.…”

  “Questioning is part of the role of an apprentice,” Obi-Wan said kindly. “Go ahead.”

  “This isn’t the kind of thing that a Jedi should do,” Ferus said stiffly, obviously uncomfortable at second-guessing his Master. “Impersonating criminals? We are not tricksters. We are ambassadors of peace and justice.”

  Anakin wanted to roll his eyes. Ferus was such a show-off. He always had to bring up Jedi rules, as if he was the only one who remembered them. Did it ever occur to him that the important thing was to get the job done? Anakin looked over at Siri. She was nodding thoughtfully, as though she was truly considering Ferus’s point. He wondered if she was just trying to be a good Master when she really wanted to call him a pompous bore.

  “Of course that is true,” Siri said. “But the galaxy is complex. The Jedi must operate differently and take different kinds of risks. There are planets that do not welcome our presence, yet circumstances demand that we help for the good of the galaxy.” She sighed. “I have gone undercover before, Ferus. The Council decided that it was the only way to infiltrate a vast space pirating operation. I had to pretend to leave the Order. It was difficult. Every Jedi thought I had turned to the dark side, even Obi-Wan.”

  “It was a great act of bravery on Siri’s part,” Obi-Wan said.

  “Every second of my deception went against my core,” Siri continued. “I don’t like lies. To live a lie takes a toll. Yet am I glad I did it? Yes. The Jedi were able to bring down a vicious pirate and liberate hundreds of slaves.”