Star Wars: Lost Tribe of the Sith: Sentinel

Chapter Three

It felt good to fly again. Ori looked down at the countryside slipping away beneath the uvak’s beating wings. Every so often, she turned back to see Jelph, clinging to her as she pulled the reins. He was still smiling. Flight was no mystery to him, she knew — but he’d lived for three years on the ground, looking up at flying Sith. This was a welcome change.

She wondered what flying in his spaceship would be like. She knew now why he hadn’t simply flown away in it earlier — but now that they’d found each other, they needn’t be bound to Kesh any longer. They’d be an uncomfortable fit in the one-seat vehicle, and she knew he wanted to reinstall some kind of communications system before departing. But even though they hadn’t discussed it, she fervently hoped for that escape.

What would life be like for her, a child of the Tribe in a Jedi-dominated galaxy? Much like Jelph must have felt these past years, she imagined. She was beginning to think that way now. Empathy was a trait the Sith understood only as a means of better knowing one’s enemy; it had no practical purpose otherwise. Ori had begun to see things differently.

Take Candra, for example. There were many reasons Ori had wanted to restore her mother’s past position — but most revolved around pride, vengeance, and shame over her current state. It was more important, she now realized, to simply improve her mother’s life by getting her out of Venn’s clutches. The four High Lords could do that, Gadin Badolfa assured her when she’d contacted him. She just needed something to give them in trade instead of Jelph’s spaceship. Jelph had suggested the four functioning blasters he had hidden at home; she could claim to have discovered them in a grave somewhere. All the weapons they had from Omen’s crew were long since exhausted. The discovery of charged ones could make a difference in the violent politics of the High Lords.

«We’re not going to make it in time,» Jelph said. Their uvak hadn’t wanted to carry two strange riders and had fought them all the way. «What’s that up there?»

Ori looked up to see a flying V of uvak — a lone figure trailed by three more on either side — soaring through the air high above them. «Blast it!» They’d found the jet stream, she realized. «They’re going to get there first!»

«Steady,» Jelph said. His hold on her tightened. «But faster!»

Ori allowed Jelph to leap free out of sight of the farm before touching down. She watched as he nimbly hit the dirt and rolled into the cover. It was so surprising to see him in action, as physically able in every way as a Sith Saber. And stealthy, too. The visitors, their creatures parked behind the farmhouse, hadn’t seen a thing. Taking a deep breath, Ori dismounted. The sack of blasters was right where Jelph had said it was, beneath the mixing trough. They looked much like the ones she’d seen in the museum. Hopefully, they’d be enough to buy her mother’s redemption — and to make the visitors leave.

Under her breath, she rehearsed what she would say as she rounded the farmhouse past the destroyed trellis. She knew which four of the High Lords to expect. Sensing familiar dark presences, she called out. «My Lords, I have what you’re looking for…»

«Yes, I think you do.»

Ori turned ashen at the sound of the croaking voice.

The Grand Lord!

Pale and shrunken, Lillia Venn emerged from the stable. Raising a mottled hand, she grasped Ori through the Force, immobilizing her. Four of her loyal guards appeared from behind the barn and took physical hold of Ori. Turning, the Sith leader called into the barn. «Lords Luzo!»

Ori felt her spine turn to jelly as Flen and Sawj Luzo opened the stable doors behind Venn, revealing the metallic mass of the Aurek strikefighter inside. She’d heard from Badolfa that Venn had elevated Flen and Sawj Luzo to Lordships for their loyalty. Now the conniving brothers had returned to the farm — with her worst enemy. «How did it happen?» Ori asked, struggling against the guards. «Did Badolfa betray me?»

«Oh, we let Badolfa deliver your messages,» Sawj Luzo said, squeaky voice high with delight. «Your mother made another deal.»

«What?»

«Yes,» Venn said, turning and hobbling back inside. «She didn’t think your discovery existed — and she didn’t think the other High Lords would come. So she alerted us to the meeting here.»

Ori looked horrified. «In exchange for what?»

Venn licked her dry lips. «Call it… improved working conditions. Had any High Lords arrived, I would have had them for treason.» She gestured to the space vehicle. «But this is a much better prize.»

Straining against her captors, Ori looked around.

Jelph was out there, she knew — but there were so many of them. And now the elder Luzo brother was helping the Grand Lord through the partially dug manure in the stable toward her discovery.

«I did it,» Venn said, triumphantly. «I’ve lived to see the day.» She released her hold on her escort’s arm and leaned against the starfighter. «Life is a cruel joke, Lord Luzo. You spend your years reaching the pinnacle of power — only then everyone thinks it’s time for you to die.»

«None of us, Grand Lord.»

«Shut up.» She stroked the cold metal of the vehicle. «Well, Lillia Venn’s life is not over. There is another peak, another place to conquer. I will begin again — in the stars.» Vaguely aware of the shifting feet of her allies behind her, she added: «I will take you all with me, of course.»

«Of course, Grand Lord.»

Outside, two of the guards — once Ori’s fellow Sabers — stepped away from Ori, their attention drawn to the excitement inside. Neither they nor her two remaining captors noticed the discarded, unopened sack of blasters behind them, silently levitating toward the bushes beside the farmhouse. But Ori did, beginning to move even before she heard Jelph’s mental call.

Ori! Down!

Instead of wresting free to run, Ori threw her weight to the ground, surprising the men holding her arms. The distraction was enough for Jelph, who emerged from the farmhouse firing. Brilliant beams not seen on Kesh since the first century of occupation struck the two guards from behind. Ahead, the remaining Sabers turned in shock.

Inside, Venn’s aged form came alive. She glared at her new Lords. «Secure this place!»

Jelph charged the yard, firing anew. The remaining Sabers, who had never deflected a blaster bolt in their lives, moved frantically to parry the energy. Ori rolled on the ground, trying to find one of the fallen guards’ lightsabers. Ahead, she saw the Luzo brothers standing guard in the doorway to the stable — while behind them, the Grand Lord had somehow clambered atop the starfighter.

No, she saw with a start. Not atop the vessel. Inside. Ori spun toward Jelph, who’d arrived beside her. He saw it, too. For a moment he froze, his blasterfire stopping. The crone was inside his precious starship. He grabbed Ori’s arm and helped her stand.

Firing again at the Luzos and their guards, he pulled at her arm. «Ori, let’s go!»

Suddenly thrown into motion, Ori looked back at the barn. He clearly didn’t understand. «Jelph, no! The Grand Lord is here,» she called. «What are you doing?»

Jelph didn’t answer. Instead he pushed her forward. Away from the barn — toward the river.

Inside, the old woman reached for the throttle.

A tinny voice came from the compartment. «Automatic navigation system engaged. Hover mode activated.» Venn’s eyes opened wide as she began her ascent.

Outside the Aurek, the Luzo brothers ordered the surviving Saber to guard the entrance against Ori and her unknown protector. The rear stable doorway accommodated wide-winged uvak; it would easily permit the exit of a hovering starfighter.

«Such power,» Sawj Luzo said, watching the metal monster rise. «She won’t even need us to sever the moorings.»

«Moorings?» Flen looked beneath the ship. Two tiny monofilament cords tied around the landing struts were just visible now in the light. As the lines pulled taut, the young Lord’s yellow eyes darted to the other ends, buried in the muck where the vessel had parked.

There, in the ground, tiny pins snapped — and brought down a Dark Lord’s dreams.

The security device had gone in before Jelph had brought the first starfighter part down from the jungle. The Aurek had sat hidden beneath a mound of manure in the barn — but beneath it was buried something else: two of the ship’s proton torpedoes, surrounded by thousands of kilograms of ammonium-nitrate-based explosive. Transforming the fertilizer into something fit for an anti-theft system had required much patience and care — but it had given Jelph a way to turn his nominal job into something helpful to his mission.

Now the anti-theft system worked exactly as planned. When the cables yanked upward, triggers snapped shut on the torpedo warheads. The weapons detonated, igniting the surrounding explosives.

Thunder struck the farm as the fireball ripped and tore itself free from the surrounding clay, consuming the stable and its occupants in milliseconds. Outside, Jelph tackled Ori, plunging them both into the water even as the shock wave shredded the ground behind them.

Jerked through the disintegrating barn roof, the strikefighter rode aloft on a geyser of heat and force. For a split second the woman inside rejoiced at the motion, assuming it a natural demonstration of the vehicle’s power. Her elation ended when, the vessel’s shielding inoperative, the other four torpedoes detonated in their launch tubes. Night laborers as far away as Tahv saw the new comet flash into being and die just as quickly, bathing the southern sky with an eerie light.

Lillia Venn had found her way to the sky.