The Dangerous Rescue

19

Adi and Qui-Gon listened to Siri and Obi-Wan’s story. Adi gave a satisfied nod.

“They’re here. That means that Noor is here as well.” Adi glanced at Qui-Gon. “We have enough to speak to the Leader. We must take the risk.”

“I agree,” Qui-Gon said. “If we are lucky, we will avoid a battle. Whether Uta S’orn is being forced to hide Zan Arbor or not, he must be told.”

Around them, preparations for a celebration had begun. The Leader had decided to throw a grand party for the city of Senta. More and more of the population streamed into the royal grounds. The gardens glowed with candles and lights. Musicians were beginning to set up near the flower garden.

Servants, officials, and townspeople milled about on the lawns, fragrant with evening dew.

Min K’atel sat, beaming, with his wife. Their daughter sat between them, wrapped in a warm quilt. Uta S’orn sat to their right. As the Jedi walked toward him, Min K’atel’s wide smile faded and he fixed them with a stony glance.

“I have received a report that saboteurs broke into the water purification center, no doubt to reintroduce more deadly bacteria,” he said. “My security chief tells me these saboteurs were Jedi. Either you are impersonating Jedi, or everything I know of your order is wrong. Which is it?”

The Leader gave a signal, and the gleaming guard droids appeared, flanking the group of Jedi.

“We are neither saboteurs nor impersonators,” Adi said in her strong, commanding voice. “We are Jedi Knights, come to find one of our own and to investigate your troubles.”

“We do not need your help,” Min K’atel said haughtily.

“But you need to know what we discovered,” Qui-Gon said. “The bacteria in your water supply was deliberately introduced.”

“You are strangers here,” Min K’atel replied stonily. “You do not know that on Belasco, this bacteria arrives every seven years.”

“We do know this,” Qui-Gon said. “As did the person who bioengineered the bacteria to reproduce. She knew that you would not suspect that it was artificially introduced into your system because it was something you had seen before. But this bacteria was different. It was meant to multiply in response to the attempt to contain it.”

Min K’atel stared at them. “And who would do this thing, and why?”

“Someone who stood to profit by eliminating it,” Adi replied. “A brilliant scientist named Jenna Zan Arbor. She is behind the scientific group who will cure it, and she will make a fortune, enough to help her escape justice and remain a fugitive.”

“She is not Belascan,” Min K’atel guessed. “How could she do such a thing without help?”

“She had the help of a prominent Belascan who had access to areas of the highest security,” Adi responded. She fixed her commanding gaze on Uta S’orn.

S’orn did not bluster or deny the charge. She raised an eyebrow and looked disdainfully at the Jedi.

Min K’atel glanced at S’orn. “This is preposterous,” he said. “You try to cover your own involvement by accusing one of Belasco’s finest citizens! I will contact the Jedi Council. I will not let this accusation stand!”

“Uta S’orn is hiding Jenna Zan Arbor and the Jedi Master she is holding hostage,” Qui-Gon stated. “If you would give the order to search her quarters, you would find them.”

“I will not give such an order!”

Adi and Qui-Gon activated their lightsabers in a split second. Obi-Wan and Siri quickly followed.

“I’m afraid we must insist,” Qui-Gon said. “A Jedi is being held captive on your grounds. That makes you responsible. If we must fight a battle to release him, know that we will.”

Min K’atel looked uncertain. “There is no other Jedi here. Only wards full of sick children and elders.”

“I saw a sick elder,” Min K’atel’s daughter, Joli, suddenly piped up.

She shook the doll in her lap, moving its arms and legs. “He made this.”

“And how did he give it to you?” Adi asked gently.

“He threw it down into the bushes,” Joli said. “He threw down other toys to the children. Mine is the best.” She smiled down at the doll in her lap. “It is the prettiest.”

“Mine is the prettiest!” a young girl said, running forward, waving a doll.

“No, mine!” A boy shook a toy in the air. Qui-Gon walked forward. He gently took the doll from Joli’s hand. He held it against his robe. The color and texture of the threads matched exactly.

“Do you still say a Jedi is not on your property?” he asked Min K’atel.

Min K’atel’s eyes traveled high above to the window where his daughter had seen the toy-maker. It was in Uta S’orn’s quarters.

He did not look at Uta S’orn. “Search her quarters,” he said to the captain of the guard.

Uta S’orn shrugged as the members of the royal guard rushed off.

“They will find nothing.”

“If that is so, then I will apologize most humbly,” Min K’atel said.

He turned to the guard droids. “Surround Senator S’orn.”

The guard droids wheeled in formation. But instead of turning on Uta S’orn, they turned on the Jedi.