Return to Ord Mantell

16

In the dim but colorful light of sunrise, Jacen could see the dense branches adorned with blue-silver leaves. Some of the trunks were smooth and metallic, others blistered with scaly orange-red bark.

Lichens and mosses dangled down, clustered with lemon-yellow flowers that opened and closed in snow plant reflexes.

Tenel Ka stood next to Jacen, ready to use her lightsaber as a machete.

“Well, what are we waiting for?” Jaina asked. “Let’s get hiking.”

One of the young men from the village gestured ahead. “I know the way, but you’ll have to follow carefully.” He started forward, scanning the ground, squinting in the dim forest shadows as the ragtag band pushed their way into the wilderness.

Jacen and Jaina flanked the young villager, with Tenel Ka and Lowbacca each moving out on either side of the group, their senses alert.

Lowie’s dark nose snuffled the air, and his ginger fur bristled with intense concentration. The young Wookiee had survived the dangerous underlevel forests of Kashyyyk, and had won his precious fiber belt by snatching the threads from a carnivorous syren plant. Compared with the ominous forests of the Wookiee world, the woods of Anobis couldn’t be too dangerous, Jacen thought.

But then, he wondered, after twenty years of civil war, how many hidden booby traps had been planted in the dense foliage?

They crunched their way along an ill-defined path. Jacen’s feet popped spherical mushrooms, and wet shapeless things slithered out of the way in the weeds. With a buzzing cry of alarm, two flying creatures that looked halfway between moth and bird fluttered into the upper sparkling leaves.

Within moments it seemed as if the forest had swallowed them up, and Jacen could no longer see the cleared cropland behind them.

As the day strengthened and the sunlight grew brighter, the forest shadows remained a thick lattice around them, allowing only scattered glimpses of the bright blue sky overhead.

Tenel Ka turned her gray eyes toward Jacen; in a cold voice, she said, “Anja could have stayed here to help guide us through. Perhaps she and some of her people planted their own traps.”

Jacen felt an irrational urge to defend the orphaned girl. “You don’t know that about her,” he said. “Just because her people have suffered as much as these”—he turned his chin toward the stumbling villagers—”doesn’t mean you have to think the worst of her.”

Tenel Ka gave him a puzzled look. “We just need to be aware of the dangers here,” she said, and then drifted away.

Suddenly, Lowie howled and raised his hairy arms, gesturing for them all to stop. The people, already on edge, halted in their tracks, glancing around with wide eyes. Em Teedee said, “Ah, yes, Master Lowbacca. I see it too. How horrible!”

“What is it?” Jaina came close to the Wookiee. As the sunlight glittered through, Jacen could see a fine tracery stretched between the silver tree trunks, a gossamer line like the whisper of a cobweb.

Lowie picked up a branch from the ground and tossed it in front of him.

The branch passed through the faint lines and dropped to the ground on the other side, sliced cleanly into small pieces.

“Monofilament wire?” Jaina asked.

Jacen came close and understood the threat: a fiber so strong and so thin it surpassed even the sharpest razor blade. Anything that touched it would pass through and be sliced in two.

The villager in front stopped, looking greenish with dismay. “That wasn’t here before,” he said. “I slipped through here to the mountain village just six standard days ago.”

“Then everything has changed,” Tenel Ka said, not asking what this farmer would have been doing on his way to the mining settlement. “We must be cautious.”

Carefully, they skirted the wire-strung trees, giving them a wide berth. But just as they passed into what they thought was safety, a hidden motion sensor hummed. A laser beam tracked them, spraying a red targeting lance toward the group. “Look out!” Jaina cried as the refugees scattered and dove.

The weapon discharged and blazed holes through nearby trees. One middle-aged man cried out and fell backward into the bushes with a blackened hole through one shoulder. Then, after only a few seconds, the laser ceased firing.

The young Jedi Knights waited in hiding for a few moments, expecting another attack, but when the forest fell quiet again except for the leftover squawks and rustlings of disturbed forest creatures, Jaina stood up and made her way toward the source of the laser blasts.

She found the hidden weapon, its energy pack drained. “It’s a single-use munition,” she said. “Strictly here to gun down one or two trespassers.”

“It was made only to kill,” Tenel Ka said. “To kill anyone. Not specifically an enemy, or a friend… anyone.”

“This is a different kind of war than anything we’ve seen so far, Jaina said, her expression grim. “With no objective in mind, no military targets. The factions just want to destroy everything.”

“You see how horrible the miners are?” one villager said. “They plant burrowing detonators in our cropland, and look what they’ve done in this forest, where we have to hunt! I can’t believe your father wants us to talk peace with them.”

“Let’s just get to the mountains and take it from there,” Jacen said. “I’m sure Anja will put in a good word for us.”

After encountering these two deadly traps, they proceeded with the utmost caution, and continued on for hours without further incident.

“Not finding any booby traps is even more nerve-racking than stumbling upon one,” Jacen muttered.

Finally, after what seemed an interminable time, they paused for a rest. A few villagers had found edible fruit on a tree, which they passed around to their exhausted and hungry companions. They had been through a terrible ordeal, but over the years of civil war they had become inured to such circumstances. They walked with numb shock, fearing another trap.

Jaina and Tenel Ka suggested that Em Teedee scan the fruit for implanted poisons, but the little droid happily pronounced each one of the red scaly clusters to be clean of contamination.

Lowie looked up at a tall, silver-trunked tree and chuffed a suggestion. “Master Lowbacca wishes to climb up to the canopy and take a look around,” Em Teedee said. “He believes it might be useful in making certain we’re close to the mountain village.”

“I agree,” Jaina said. “Go take a look around, Lowie.”

With his lanky arms and legs, the Wookiee scrambled from one branch to another, in no time disappearing into the mass of silvery-blue leaves.

Lowbacca loved to climb tall trees and sit in solitude. The Wookiee probably wanted to rest up there, but they couldn’t sit back and wait.

With a crashing of small branches, Lowie bounded down, leaping from branch to bough, enjoying the freedom. He landed on both feet in the middle of the clearing, and gave his quick report with barks and growls.

“We are very close to the edge of the forest,” Em Teedee said. “I am so pleased to be nearly out of this dismal place.”

“Then let’s get moving,” Jacen said. “I’m anxious to have our whole group back together.”

With a collective groan of weariness, the villagers struggled into motion again. The man who had been injured from the laser blast was carried along by two of his companions. They moved slowly, with exquisite care, and Jacen was very proud that they had not lost any of their party through the various traps planted among the trees.

One of the villagers called for them to move left in order to avoid a flower-filled meadow. Jacen saw nothing suspicious, though he did feel a tingling through the Force, warning him of danger. With a wan grin, the young man slipped over to another tree trunk and pushed a hidden button, switching off a tiny holographic generator. Part of the placid meadow disappeared, revealing a jagged-edged hole filled with durasteel spikers that gleamed in the forest light.

“The mountain miners aren’t the only ones who can plant traps,” he said proudly.

Jacen felt sickened. “That’s no way to end a war,” he muttered, thinking that Anja’s villagers might have fallen into that deadly trap.

“You’ve seen what the miners have done to us,” one farmer said. “How can you fault our people for defending ourselves?”

“This is no defense,” Tenel Ka said.

Soon they could see daylight and cliffs through the tattered edge of the forest. The mountain and its steep pathway lay ahead.

As they were about to emerge from the forest, though, just when Jacen thought they had passed through without incident, one member of the group close to Lowbacca stepped on a flat stone, which triggered a detonator that blew up beneath one of the wide-trunked trees.

The booby trap didn’t kill the woman who had triggered it, but instead blasted the roots from the huge tree and shoved it back toward them.

Its sprawling branches crashed through the adjoining trees as it tumbled.

“Look out!” Jacen cried.

Lowie roared and slashed at the oncoming branches with his lightsaber.

The other villagers scattered, screaming. One ran straight between two microfilament-laced trees and died an instant, bloody death. Another villager stepped on a small explosive, which blew him into the air before he fell dead and broken atop the thick-trunked tree as it crashed in among where they had all been standing only moments before.

The villagers wailed. Jacen felt a sharp pain in his heart. “We almost made it through,” he said.

“We’re all going to die,” one of the villagers said.

“No you’re not,” Jaina snapped. “We just have to keep moving.”

Raising her chin high, she walked bravely forward, accompanied by her brother and friends. The villagers followed, relieved to stand in the sunlight again, where they could look up at the sky after so many hours in the murky shadows. But now, free of the forest at last, they gazed at the steep pathways chiseled into the gray granite sides of the mountain, and they appeared on the verge of despair again.

“Come on. It’s up this road,” Jacen said. He could see the cave openings—numerous mining tunnels and the large, smooth-edged mouth where Jacen figured the mining village must be located. “My father and Ynos have already been in there, making arrangements for us. I’m sure they’ll have food and water and a safe place for us all to rest.”

“Or they’ll just use blasters to gun us down as we walk toward them,” one farmer said.

“And maybe a comet will crash down right now and wipe out the mountain village,” Jaina said, impatient. “You can worry all you want, but I’d like to get where I can rest.”

They started up the steep switchbacked pathway. Since it was a road used by the miners themselves, Jacen didn’t expect to find any pitfalls planted there.

Though the clear sunlight baked down, the air grew thin and cooler.

Overhead, wispy white clouds did little to cool off the day. The rugged mountainside provided no shade, but Jacen and his companions led the others on a slow, steady march. He could sense people watching him from above, thought he saw faces peering out from the honeycombed mine shafts in the rock face.

Now that they had accepted their destination, the villagers plodded along without complaint, without any comment whatsoever. Jacen could tell they were at the end of their rope. They had little to live for, and little hope that anything would get better soon.

Finally, panting and sweating, Jacen and his sister arrived at the top edge of the cliff city. Wearily, with a heavy arm, he gestured down to the group that had straggled out along the steep path. “Come on. It’s cool, and there’s shade up here.”

The city seemed quiet, though he could see people in doorways, watching them suspiciously. But he could think only about getting inside and resting. The farmers trudged in, standing in the cool rock grotto, where burn marks on the floor showed that many spacecraft had come and gone.

Jacen’s heart surged when he saw the Millennium Falcon, landed off to one side with a rippling rock wall arcing overhead. “See? We’re all safe now,” he said as Tenel Ka and Lowbacca brought up the rear.

“Oh, my. This is much better,” Em Teedee quipped.

Then, when all the villagers stood inside the cave, the miners marched out in a well-coordinated group. Others poured out of the mining tunnels below and came up from the rear, encircling them. Jacen saw no sign of his father or Anja, nor did he see any welcoming expression on the miners’ faces. Each one of them bore a weapon of some sort.

“As enemies of the mining community,” one man spoke up, “we will hold you as prisoners for crimes you have committed against our people.”