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Agents of Chaos_ Hero's Trial Part 10

Anakin was already at the foot of the Happy Dagger's ramp by the time Han appeared. The scanners had captured the boy's agitation. Now the disquiet turned to wariness. "Hey, Dad," he said carefully.

Han stormed down the ramp and planted his hands on his hips, thumbs backward. "How'd you track me down?"

Anakin took a step back. "Mom said you were traveling with someone named Roa, and that you weren't taking the Falcon. Wasn't all that hard to locate the right docking bay."

Han's expression hardened. "I hope she didn't send you here to find out where I'm going, because it's like I told her, I don't know yet."

Anakin frowned. "She didn't send me. I came on my own."

"Oh," Han said softly and awkwardly. "So ..."

"I - I have something for you." Anakin unclipped a small leather case from the belt that cinched his tunic. "Consider it a going-away present."

The lightweight cylinder Han prized from the case was shorter than his hand and no more than four fingers wide. Scored along its length, it appeared to be made of some sort of shape-memory alloy.

"I give up," he said at last. "What is it?"

"A survival tool." Brightening slightly, Anakin took back the device and ran through procedures for accessing a score of miniature utensils, including knife blades, spanners, a luma, and the like. The tool even featured a macrofuser and a miniature transpirator.

For a moment, Han didn't know what to say. "Look, kid, it's a clever piece of hardware, but I don't have any hiking trips planned for the near future."

"Chewie made it for me," Anakin said evenly.

Han's face fell. "All the more reason I can't take it, if he made it for you."

Anakin placed it in Han's hand nevertheless. "I want you to have it, Dad." His eyes darted nervously.

Han started to protest but thought better of it. The tool was a peace offering, and refusing to accept it would only widen the rift that had separated them since Sernpidal.

"First, Chewie's bowcaster and shoulder bag, now a survival tool. I usually don't do this well at birthdays." He forced a smile and turned the tool about in his hands. "Who knows, maybe it'll come in handy."

"I hope it does," Anakin muttered.

Han lifted an eyebrow. "Why's that sound like some cryptic remark your uncle would make?"

"I only meant that Chewie would get a kick out of your using something he made."

"Yeah, he probably would at that," Han said, averting his gaze.

"Thanks, kid."

Anakin was about to speak when Roa called down to Han from the top of the ramp.

"We're cleared for liftoff."

Han turned to Anakin. "Time to go."

"Sure, Dad. Take care."

They embraced, stiffly and briefly. Han started for the Happy Dagger but stopped halfway up the ramp and swung back to Anakin. "It's going to be all right, you know."

Anakin stared at him, blinking back tears. "What is - the war, my feeling terrible about Chewie, or your taking off without letting anyone know where you're going?"

TEN.

Imposing in size, coloration, and carriage, Commander Tla paced back and forth at the foot of the rough-hewn command platform at the heart of Harrar's ship. Dangling from the points of his broad shoulders, the commander's long campaign cloak swished as he swung to face the priest and Nom Anor.

"Destroying the spawn ship was a profligate act," Tla bellowed.

"You should have found some other way to place Elan in their hands."

"Other stratagems might have proved even more costly in the long run," Harrar countered. "As it was, the crew of the spawn ship went willingly to their deaths, content to be ennobled by the importance of the sacrifice."

Tla cast an angry glance at his tactician. Promoted in the wake of Shedao Shai's death on Ithor, Tla wore his rank like a scowl.

"All respects, Eminence Harrar," Raff said, "but this isn't some game that can be decided by cleverness. We're waging a holy war."

"Ah, but any war is always a game of sorts. We needed to make certain that Elan's flight from us appeared credible."

Tla scoffed. "You're newly arrived in this arena, priest. You don't give the infidels enough credit. They will lay your artifice bare before long."

"Indeed? Would it surprise you to learn that Elan has already been taken into protective custody?"

Tactician Raff showed Harrar a dubious look. "I would advise you not read too much into that, Eminence. Elan is the first of us they have managed to capture alive."

"Of course. But the point is that I know where she is, and I know where she is to be taken next."

Tla turned skeptically to Nom Anor. "Is this the doing of your dupes and agents, Executor?"

Nom Anor smiled faintly, but shook his head. "Unfortunately, no, Commander."

"Then how do you know?" Tla demanded.

Harrar motioned to one of his acolytes, who carried forward, as one might a newborn, a light-brown and slightly oblate villip. Carefully, Harrar took the villip into his hands, then cradled it in his left arm.

"Elan's captors were beguiled enough to bring this little one's twin along with Elan. It has been most dutiful in reporting back to us."

Harrar stroked the villip's ridge with his three-fingered right hand.

"Come, little one, repeat what you told me earlier."

Commander Tla and the tactician moved closer in interest.

The puckered tissue at the center of the nubby ridge expanded, and the villip began to turn inside out. Fully everted, the creature did its best to mimic Elan's comely features.

"Way-land," the creature said. "Way-llland."

Slowed by braking thrusters, the civilian shuttle Segue coursed above the craggy northeastern uplands of Wayland's principal continent.

Dense, canopied forest cloaked the southern slopes of now truncated Mount Tantiss, but to the east lay vast areas denuded by the seismic explosion that had destroyed Emperor Palpatine's storehouse more than fifteen years earlier.

One of three passengers in the shuttle, Belindi Kalenda, NRI's deputy director of operations, pressed her face to the window to soak in as much of the view as possible. As the shuttle continued to descend, a small city came into view at the base of the mountain.

"I'm shocked," Kalenda remarked to her seatmate. "I was picturing New Nystao as little more than a hamlet." Slim and dark-complected, with widely spaced eyes and a husky voice, she had been with NRI for only twelve years, but her success in foiling a dangerous conspiracy in the Corellian system had resulted in rapid advancement.

Xenobiologist Joi Eicroth leaned toward the window to have a look.

"It started out that way. Now there are close to ten thousand living in the immediate area. Myneyrshi, Psadans, and humans, in addition to the five hundred or so Noghri that founded the place."

"And everyone gets along?"

"So far."

Kalenda laughed, mostly to herself. "The Noghri despise anything related to Palpatine, but they're fine living on a world he named."

"It has never been documented that Wayland was Palpatine's code name for the planet," Dr. Yintal said from the seat behind the two women.

"I submit that human colonists conceived the appellation long before the Emperor decided to use Mount Tantiss as a treasure vault."

An analyst for Fleet Intelligence, Yintal was a small pensive man, and the suddenness of his outburst prompted Kalenda and Eicroth to exchange secret smiles of amusement.

"And where else would the Noghri get to pile dirt on anything that belonged to Palpatine, right, Doc?" Eicroth asked over her shoulder.

"That's certainly a contributing factor to their contentment with the arrangements," he observed coolly.

The shuttle circled, then settled down on a landing pad in the center of New Nystao. The three passengers gathered their belongings and waited at the hatchway. Wayland greeted them with resplendent light and crisp, sweet-smelling air.

A hodgepodge of wattle huts, wooden buildings, and stone mansions, the burgeoning city reflected its mix of cultures. Perplexing, however, was the profusion of hotels and ethnic restaurants that surrounded the landing pad. Kalenda was about to quiz Eicroth when Major Showolter arrived on the scene perched atop an old SoroSuub Corvair landspeeder.

Out of passenger compartments missing their folding access panels climbed two Noghri.

Showolter was sporting tinted driver's goggles and a locally purchased poncho. He saluted Kalenda and shook hands with Eicroth and Yintal. Then he introduced everyone to Mobvekhar and Khakraim of clan Hakh'khar, who were attached to NRI's safe house. The pleasant sunshine did little to soften the savage brawn and vampiric hideousness of the gnomish gray beings.

Kalenda peered dubiously into the passenger compartment of the battered landspeeder. "Is there room for all of us in this thing?"

"I thought we'd walk," Showolter said, making it sound like a question. "It's not far."

Kalenda made an ushering motion with her hand. "Lead on, Major."

The Noghri insisted on carrying the bags. The narrow pressbonded lanes were crowded with spindly Myneyrshi, armored Psadans, humans, and Noghri, but interspersed among them were small groups of Bimms, Falleen, Bothans, and other species, lingering in front of hotels or sipping drinks at streetside cafe tables.

Baffled, Kalenda finally asked about it.

"A serendipitous result of the Debbie Agreement," Showolter said while they walked. "The agreement stipulates that any works of art - formerly the property of Palpatine - found in or around Mount Tantiss can be reclaimed by the cultures that produced them. Ever since it was put into effect, curators and acquisition types from hundreds of worlds have been coming here to retrieve artifacts that survived the explosion and have since been discovered in the course of New Nystao's expansion. Off-worlders need to be housed and fed, of course, so hotels and restaurants started springing up, which in turn has led to the growth of the town."

"And to the discovery of yet more cultural artifacts," Yintal added.

Showolter nodded. "Treasure hunters have become as common as vine snakes."

As the NRI team neared the Noghri section of the settlement, the primitive dwellings of the Myneyrshi and the rock fortresses of the Psadans gave way to basic but well-constructed huts of lumber and stone.

The village had been transplanted from Honoghr after the official razing of Mount Tantiss had commenced.

A short but steep uphill walk brought them to an inconspicuous Noghri-style dwelling nestled against the mountainside and shaded by flowering trees. Mobvekhar and Khakraim stationed themselves outside, while Showolter escorted everyone else into a sparsely furnished, windowless front room.

"The back door opens onto one of the tunnels that honeycomb Tantiss," the major explained. "About as hardened a site as you'll find between Wayland and Borleias." He gestured to a side room. "Our would-be defector's in here. We've got the other one - the pet - stashed downstairs."

"Is that her term or yours?" Eicroth asked. Showolter turned to her. "What she actually said was 'familiar.'"

The four operatives entered the side room, where the Yuuzhan Vong female was sitting in a meditative posture on a pillow she'd borrowed from the cot. In place of the exotic garb she was wearing in the 2-D opticals Kalenda had seen, Elan was now attired in drawstring trousers and a hooded overshirt. Though outlandishly tattooed, she was even more striking and statuesque in person than she looked in the photos.

Her oblique eyes - a vivid blue - snapped open and darted from face to face.

"Elan, these are some of my associates," Showolter said smoothly.

She glared at him. "Where is Vergere?"

"Downstairs - eating, when I last saw her."

"You've deliberately separated us."

"Just for the time being."

"What is Vergere to you, Elan?" Eicroth said, moving to the cot and sitting down.

"She is my familiar."

Kalenda and Eicroth traded brief glances. "We understand the term, but perhaps in a different context. Do you mean that Vergere is something more than a companion?" Kalenda asked.

"She is that, as well."

"So, an aide and a comrade."

"She is not a comrade. She is a familiar." Elan rearranged herself on the pillow. "You've come to test me further?"

Kalenda sat down alongside Eicroth. "Just a few questions."

"Questions your despicable scanners and analyzers failed to answer?" Elan smiled maliciously. "How can machines be expected to communicate with a living being?"

Kalenda forced a smile. "Suppose we consider this a means of getting acquainted."