The Only Witness

19

Back at the Fregan consulate, a small party was going on in Lena’s chambers. There was much talk of the success of the testimony and the new road ahead. A few senators were so impressed by Lena’s testimony that they suggested she run for the Fregan senatorial position.

“I have no interest in such a position,” she replied flatly. “I will return to Frego to help put the transition government in place. But afterward it will be time for me to start a new life on a new planet.”

She winked at Obi-Wan, and he had a feeling that politics were definitely in Lena’s future. Perhaps she would get a position as an aide of some sort on Coruscant. If she did, he realized, he might get to see her from time to time….

After the small group had shared a celebratory meal together, Lena announced that she wanted to get some rest. “So much has happened, and I’d like a little time to digest it all. Soon enough I’ll be heading back to Frego. I’m afraid I won’t be getting much rest there.”

Qui-Gon nodded. He knew how much work it was to change governments.

“I certainly think a rest is in order,” he said. “Jedi Master Mace Windu and I have Temple business to attend to, but I will be back shortly. Obi-Wan can stay with you, if you like.”

“That’s very kind, but I’d really like some time alone,” Lena replied graciously.

Obi-Wan tried to hide his disappointment as he nodded. “Of course,” he said.

While Mace and Qui-Gon left for the Temple, Obi-Wan lingered outside Lena’s door. He wanted to respect her wishes, but also wanted to stay close by in case she changed her mind. The door to the adjacent chamber was open and the room was empty. Obi-Wan entered and sat down in a comfortable chair. From here he could hear what was going on in Lena’s room.

Obi-Wan had just closed his eyes when he heard a familiar voice. It was not Lena’s, and it was not friendly.

“Surprised to see me, Lena dear?” it said. “I suppose you would be. But then I thought you loved surprises.”

There was a muffled sound, as if the intruder was fiddling with some clothing. Then Obi-Wan heard Lena gasp.

Obi-Wan was out in the hallway in less than a second. With his hand on his lightsaber, he pressed the door controls. But nothing happened. The door was jammed.

Obi-Wan ignited his lightsaber. He’d have to cut through the door.

But as his blade touched the entrance, something told him not to cut.

Concentrating, he closed his eyes. He heard a very slight scraping right in front of him. Lena was just centimeters away—on the other side of the door. There was no way for him to cut through without putting her at risk.

“I should have done this years ago,” the intruder continued. “Perhaps then I could have saved my favorite son. The one I loved the most. The one I cherished.”

Zanita.

“I tried to save him, I really did. But once word got out that he wanted to betray the family—that you had talked him into testifying against his own flesh and blood, there was nothing I could do. It was a great loss for me, yes. But necessary.”

Lena let go of a sob. “Necessary?” she echoed in disbelief. “Zanita, he was your own son!”

“I know that, Lena. Actually, I rather wished he had been a daughter. You see, boys and men are nothing but foolish pawns. They always need to be told what to do, and half the time they still do it wrong. Things on Frego were a mess until I took control. I organized our forces and got the government to see matters our way. Everything was going just fine until you came along. You stole my Rutin’s heart and coerced his mind.”

“Rutin had a mind of his own,” Lena said quietly.

Scanning the wall, Obi-Wan tried to remember the position of everything inside the quarters. His hands were damp with sweat, and his heart was pounding. He didn’t have much time to act, or any room for error.

Zanita acted as if she didn’t hear her daughter-in-law. “And now because of you I stand to lose my other two sons as well,” she went on. “But of course I’m not going to let that happen.”

Obi-Wan heard an ominous click. He had to act—he just hoped he wasn’t already too late. Raising his lightsaber, he pushed the blade into the wall.

“Would you like a moment to fix your hair, darling?” Zanita asked. “You might be seeing Rutin in a few moments.”

Obi-Wan sliced through the wall with remarkable speed—and stepped inside just in time to see Lena fall to the floor, meters away. She landed with a sickening thud and lay completely still.

Still holding a blaster in her hand, Zanita leveled the barrel at her daughter-in-law’s chest. She did not seem to be aware of Obi-Wan’s presence.

Obi-Wan tore his eyes away from Lena and took several steps toward Zanita. She whirled around suddenly, the blaster now aimed at him.

“Ah, a Jedi,” she said. “Of course.”

She fired several rapid blasts. Obi-Wan was surprised by her incredible accuracy, and had to dodge and weave to avoid being hit by two and deflect three of the bolts with his saber at the same time.

Stepping forward, he felt one of the bolts graze his robe. He spun around and leaped into the air, landing on Zanita’s right side and grabbing the blaster. Zanita hurled herself forward onto Lena’s body. Her shoulders shook violently as several sobs escaped her throat.

The true leader of the Cobral had been defeated, and was probably thinking of the time she would soon be spending in prison.

Obi-Wan deactivated his lightsaber and re-clipped it to his belt.

There was a small hole in his robe where the blaster bolt had grazed him. He fingered it gingerly, grateful that he was not wounded. But Lena...

All of a sudden Obi-Wan heard a rushing sound behind him.

“Obi-Wan, look out!” someone shouted. It was Qui-Gon.

For a split second Obi-Wan was not sure where to look. Then he saw the glimmer of a weapon in Zanita’s hand. It was a vibroblade.

Before Obi-Wan could disarm her a second time, Zanita had plunged the reverberating blade into her chest.

A moment later she fell to the floor next to Lena, dead.