The Shattered Peace

16

Taroon sat at the console, leaning forward as if he could force the transport to go faster. Qui-Gon sat still and calm. As always, Obi-Wan admired his Master’s ability to locate his own serenity in the middle of a tense situation.

“I’m confused again,” Obi-Wan said, leaning closer to Qui-Gon and speaking in a low voice. “I thought Taroon hated Drenna. Why should knowing she is in danger make a difference to him?”

Qui-Gon gave a short smile. “Remember what I told you at the start of the mission, Padawan. Words do not always echo feelings. You saw two enemies. I saw two young beings fighting an attraction they knew was inappropriate.”

Obi-Wan shook his head. “I did not see that at all.”

“Do not fret,” Qui-Gon said serenely. “Perhaps if you were older, you would have. In any event, there are things you see that I do not. Such is the nature of the effective Master—Padawan team.”

“I hope we reach Drenna in time,” Obi-Wan said.

“Here we are,” Taroon called in a relieved voice. “I don’t see anything. Maybe the hunt was called off.”

“Just land the ship,” Qui-Gon said, his keen eyes searching the area.

Obi-Wan joined him, scanning the horizon in all directions as Taroon flew lower. Obi-Wan saw a flicker of something in the distant sky.

“There,” he murmured to Qui-Gon.

“Yes,” Qui-Gon said in a low tone. “Set this down quickly, Taroon,” he called in a calm tone. Obi-Wan knew he did not want to panic the young man.

“There’s Drenna!” Taroon called, momentarily distracted. “She’s heading out from the woods.”

Drenna strode out from the woods, her crossbow strapped to her back. Obi-Wan quickly glanced at the flickering dots to his left. Now he could see they were unmistakably seeker droids—perhaps a dozen of them. Silently, he pointed them out to Qui-Gon. He knew from experience how quickly those droids could track.

Drenna looked up and saw the transport. She shaded her eyes from the sun, but could not see inside. She headed for the kennels.

“No!” Taroon shouted. The transport wobbled as his hands shook.

Qui-Gon vaulted forward. He took the controls from Taroon and in a series of swift, practiced moves, landed the craft in the field adjoining the kennels. He activated the landing ramp.

“Hurry, Padawan,” he urged.

They raced down the ramp, their lightsabers activated and ready.

Drenna was almost to the door of the kennels. The seeker droids flashed as they zoomed toward the target.

“Drenna!” Qui-Gon shouted. “Overhead! Watch out!”

Drenna’s reflexes were keen. She turned, already looking overhead. She barely paused to register the threat before sweeping her arm back to bring her crossbow to her shoulder.

Qui-Gon took a dazzling leap into the air, his lightsaber a bright green glow against the gray sky. He smashed at the lowest seeker droid. The lightsaber sailed through it, cutting it in half. A small explosion sent a puff of smoke rising in the air. As long as the seeker droids did not hit the ground, they would not emit a full explosion.

Obi-Wan followed Qui-Gon with his own leap. He could not get the same height as Qui-Gon, and his first swipe met empty air. But Drenna had already loaded her crossbow and let the first laser arrow fly. It connected, and another droid smoked and sizzled as it crashed to the ground.

Qui-Gon leaped up on the low flat roof of the entrance to the kennels. From here he could move from side to side, taking down the droids as they honed in on the kennel. He could hear the dogs snarling in the open kennels as the droids came closer.

Obi-Wan leaped up to join him. Drenna stayed on the ground, her crossbow at her shoulder, firing so fast her arm was a blur as she fitted arrow after arrow against the bow. Obi-Wan leaped and brought a droid down in a sky-to-ground sweep, then reversed direction and brought down another.

The noise of galloping huds came to them, and Obi-Wan saw the king and the royal party racing toward them. He ignored them, returning his attention to the droids overhead. They were relentless machines, honing in on their target.

One by one, the Jedi and Drenna brought down the droids. There was only one left, diving and spinning toward the kennels. They heard a pop, and the droid began to smoke. Taroon had brought it down with a blaster.

The four of them dropped their weapons to their sides. Drenna wiped the sweat off her forehead with the sleeve of her tunic.

“Would you mind telling me what that was about? And what are you doing here?” she asked Taroon.

“I should ask the same question!” King Frane cried, leaping off his hud and stamping toward them. “Why are my droids here instead of tracking kudana? And why did you destroy them?” His fierce eyes raked the Jedi. “I forgave you once. What makes you think I would do so again?”

“I think it’s time you explained, Taroon,” Qui-Gon said, giving him a meaningful glance.

“I was very angry,” Taroon said to his father. “And I thought … if Leed throws away what I want so much, why shouldn’t I have it? Why should he be forced to take a prize I covet?”

“You want to rule?” King Frane asked, dumbfounded.

“Yes, Father, I want to rule,” Taroon said. “Even though I am the younger brother, and clumsy and weak in your eyes. Even though I am not nearly as good at everything as your firstborn. I knew the only way to get what I wanted was to make it happen. So when Leed began to hint that he wanted to stay on Senali, I saw what would happen. I knew he was heading for a clash of wills. I knew he would not break down, that you would underestimate his stubbornness. So I gathered a group of supporters and sent them to Senali to pose as a fringe clan. My plan was that both Rutanians and Senalis would think that Leed led this fringe clan. I planned the attack with the seeker droids so that all would think that Leed was responsible. War would be threatened, but I did not think it would occur. Leed would stay on Senali. That was before the Jedi got involved.” Taroon gave a weak smile at Qui-Gon. “They spoiled all my plans.”

King Frane stared at his son in disbelief. “You planned to attack your own planet?”

“No lives would be lost,” Taroon insisted. “Only nek battle dogs, and they are of no consequence.”

“They are living creatures!” Drenna broke in angrily.

“They eat their own kind! They are bred to destroy,” Taroon said. “A few less of them won’t make a difference.”

“Would you destroy any creature to get your own way?” Drenna asked scornfully. “Is that why you almost destroyed me?”

“I am truly sorry for that,” Taroon said, turning to her. “The hunting lodge has been uninhabited for fifteen years. I had no idea you were here.”

“Your apology would not mean much to me if I were dead,” Drenna shot back.

“Will you two stop?” King Frane roared. “I am the injured party here! My kennels were almost destroyed! And you,” he said to Taroon. “Do you mean to tell me that you recruited a squad, invaded a planet, and formed a plan to incriminate your brother in order to rule?”

Taroon nodded.

King Frane froze for a moment. Then he tossed back his head and suddenly broke into a shout of laughter. “How do you like that! He is a leader! Such treachery! Such wiles! You will make a fine ruler. Am I not wise, to raise such a son?” He pounded Taroon on the back. “All you lack is a queen who will fight with you every day, as your beloved mother did with me. What a warrior she was!” He eyed Drenna. “Well, perhaps if you are lucky you will find such a queen nearby.”

Drenna looked away, her cheeks flaming as her blue skin flushed with pink. Taroon was equally red. Leed looked from one to the other, a look of surprise on his face. Then, slowly, he smiled.

“Perhaps there will someday be a way for Senalis and Rutanians to be at peace, after all,” he said.

“And us, brother?” Taroon asked, turning to Leed. “Are we at peace? Do you forgive me?”

Leed grasped both of Taroon’s forearms in a gesture of affection. “I understand and forgive you, brother.”

King Frane’s eyes misted, and he cleared his throat noisily. “I, too, would like peace. Already I am tired of these threats and counter threats with Meenon. It interferes with hunting and feasting. I say Leed will be the first ambassador for both worlds. He will foster understanding and trade between the two of us.”

“That is a wonderful idea, Father,” Leed said, joy entering his voice. “And you will allow me to leave Rutan?”

King Frane waved his hand dismissively. “I am also weary of your sighing and your constant sorrow. It has been very depressing to have you around.” He beamed at his two sons. “Now I see that I have two sons who are growing to manhood unafraid of taking what they want. I have done well.” He turned to the Jedi. “I forgive you for destroying my droids. Again! Am I not generous? And I invite you to my feast.”

Qui-Gon bowed. “We would be honored.”

The next day, the Jedi took off with Leed in a transport that King Frane insisted on giving them to replace the starship he had destroyed.

The blue-green world of Senali glittered as they flew closer. They landed and walked with Leed back to his home. The Banoosh-Walore clan spilled out of their home and raced toward Leed, crying out their love and welcome. He instantly disappeared in a flurry of hugs and embraces.

“I thought I had already learned what I needed to know about how personal happiness can conflict with duty,” Obi-Wan said, watching Leed. “At first I thought Leed should remain here. Then I thought just as strongly that he should return to his own world. And now I feel that he belongs here after all.” Obi-Wan sighed. “I spent much of this mission in a state of confusion.”

“That is good, Padawan,” Qui-Gon said. “It means you are learning.”

“When I think about how I left the Jedi order, the memory is so painful,” Obi-Wan said slowly. “It’s hard not to feel discouraged that I have so much more to learn.”

“It should not be cause for discouragement,” Qui-Gon said gently. “Life is both learning and relearning. You can confront the same issue over and over, and find a deeper meaning each time. The learning deepens, and that is what nourishes us. You should take comfort in the fact that life will always surprise you. You taught me after Melida/Daan that my own ideas needed to expand. I have my own lessons to learn.”

“Well, it is good to hear that you don’t know everything,” Obi-Wan told his Master with a smile.

“Not nearly, Padawan,” Qui-Gon said. “Not nearly enough, I suspect. Even with sureness, there must be doubt. It is the Jedi way.”