Chapter Thirteen

Ry-Gaul led the way. "When I couldn't get in, I followed the wall back into the mountain. There's an old landing hangar. It's enormous — maybe a hundred service bays on each side. I got in through one of the end bays.


That's where they are."


"The Padawans won't know it's a Sith," Soara said. "Until. "


They all finished the sentence in their minds. Until it's too late.


Ry-Gaul led them steadily downward. Obi-Wan could feel the mountain as if it were pressing on his back. The closer they got, the more dread he felt.


They were deep in the monastery now. Even though it was in ruins, Obi- Wan could see how different it was from the Jedi Temple. Although the Sith monastery had the same goals — study and training — it was clear that this had been a place ruled by fear. The Temple had grand rooms, but it also had quiet spaces, light-filled classrooms, gardens. The Jedi believed that beauty was a part of the Force, and encouraged it. The sound of water, the play of light, the grace of a curving stairway — the Temple had been planned as a place of comfort as well as rigor.


The lines of this place were harsh. The walls were high, but narrowed slightly as they rose, in order to create a sense of being trapped. Angles were slightly off in a way that Obi-Wan realized was deliberate. The monastery was designed to intimidate, to keep beings off-balance. There were no openings to air or light. There was only cold gray stone, massive columns, hard floors. Amid the weeping stones, Obi-Wan could still feel the fear that had ruled there, the many beings who had come to learn evil, the ones who had come naively, hoping for some kind of enlightenment, and had been trapped by their own desires.


He shuddered. It was as though he could feel each wasted life. Each terrible death.


The rest of the Jedi were silent. He knew they felt it, too.


At last Ry-Gaul stepped through a doorway into what had once been a service bay. They saw Auben cowering behind the wreck of an ancient vehicle. Wordlessly, she pointed to the curved arch that led to the hangar.


It was the silence that frightened them. They rushed out into the hangar.


It was littered with the remains of droids — so many that Obi-Wan staggered. Had the Padawans destroyed them all?


They could see that the battle had just ended seconds before. Tru lay on the ground. Ferus leaned over him, tending a wound with bacta. Darra whirled around and saw them, her lightsaber still activated. She shut it down as Ry-Gaul moved toward his wounded Padawan with his usual efficient speed.


Fear welled up in Obi-Wan.


Where is Anakin?


Darra saw the question in his eyes. "He ran that way — I think he saw something." She pointed to the darkness at the end of the vast hangar.


Obi-Wan started to run. He would have to rely on the Force to find Anakin. He opened himself up to it, hoping it would reveal to him what he needed to know. Was his Padawan wounded? Had the worst happened?


He had no doubt what Anakin was chasing. No matter what Anakin thought, he was not equipped to deal with a Sith.


Obi-Wan ran into the darkness. He could not risk a light, not even his lightsaber. The darkness seemed to invade his lungs, making it hard for him to breathe. He scrambled over fallen blocks of stone, engine parts, the shreds of machines and the skeletons of vehicles. It was difficult to keep his footing but he made no sound.


He saw movement ahead and realized he had found Anakin. Relief flooded him, rendering him weak for a moment. He had been so afraid, and now he wondered momentarily at his fear. It seemed out of proportion to what he knew of Anakin's skills. All he knew was that he had an overwhelming need to protect his Padawan from the Sith, to stand between Anakin and the dark side. Natural, he supposed.


Anakin was moving quickly, hugging the wall of the hangar. His focus was so intent that he did not sense Obi-Wan behind him. Obi-Wan noted this with alarm. How many times had he warned Anakin to never focus on the goal ahead only, but to cast his attention like a net, as far around him as he could? He should have sensed his Master. Obi-Wan quickened his pace. He felt the dark side of the Force grow and gather, and he wanted to call out to Anakin, but didn't want to give away their positions.


He needn't have worried. Whoever the Sith was, he knew exactly where Anakin was, for, to Obi-Wan's horror, his apprentice was suddenly lifted like a doll and flung into the air. Anakin's body slammed into the wreck of a cruiser. He fell to the ground.


Obi-Wan raced forward, his lightsaber activated and ready for battle.


He kept his focus wide, just as he had taught Anakin. He knew the Sith was aware that he was there, and no doubt was aware that he would rush to help his apprentice.


No attack came. Anakin was already recovering as Obi-Wan bent over him, quickly checking for breaks or contusions.


"I'm all right." Anakin grunted. "Just… embarrassed. I've never felt anything like that."


"Did you see him?"


"Only from behind. Tall. Dressed in a black-hooded cape that trailed all the way to the ground. I didn't see his face. He didn't even turn. I felt the Force come at me like an autoblaster cannon…." Anakin struggled to his feet. "It could be a Sith."


"I know."


Anakin started forward.


"Where are you going?" Obi-Wan asked.


When he turned, Obi-Wan could see Anakin's face undergo a change.


Every muscle tightened, and his eyes turned flinty.


"We have a chance to make a stand," Anakin said.


"We need the others."


"It will be too late."


Obi-Wan hesitated only a fraction. Anakin was right. They had to try.


He started forward, and together they moved farther into the darkness.


"Keep your focus loose," Obi-Wan warned him in a low tone. "He will come from anywhere when he comes."


"This time I'll be prepared."


"Don't be so confident," Obi-Wan answered. "You probably won't be."


They were nearing the end of the hangar. He sensed it rather than saw it. The corroded vehicles were more numerous now, lined up like dark, giant phantoms.


Like phantoms..


Phantoms that move…


Obi-Wan wrenched his gaze away. He could have sworn the ancient ships were moving.


Then he knew.


"This way!" he yelled, as the first vehicle suddenly flipped over. It would have crushed them if Obi-Wan hadn't dashed to the side with Anakin on his heels. He flattened himself against the wall as another vehicle moved, its jagged wing a lethal weapon, capable of slicing them to ribbons. A cruiser suddenly zoomed toward the wall, straight at them.


"Drop!" Anakin and Obi-Wan hit the floor, hugging the stones as the cruiser passed over them and smashed into the wall.


Vehicle parts began to fall like rain. The crashes were deafening.


They leaped, twisted, and dived to avoid them, using the Force to deflect them when they could. Finally they came to rest in the shadow of one of the giant statues. Obi-Wan leaned against a clawed foot and squinted into the darkness.


He could not see the Sith, but he felt the Sith's amusement, his triumph.


The vehicles now smashed into one another, creating a solid mass of screaming metal, effectively blocking them from the front of the hangar.


Anakin ran to the mountain of metal and tried to climb over it. Obi- Wan felt the dark side rise in a crest and then fall, leaving a vacuum behind.


"It's no use," he told Anakin. "The Sith is gone." "Gone." Anakin repeated the word dully.


"Don't worry." Obi-Wan sheathed his lightsaber. "I have no doubt that we'll meet him again."

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