"General, " she said, respectfully bowing, because lives depended upon her submission. "I believe I'm making progress. "

His mouth dropped open, obscenely. "Progress? That's all you can say? Progress?" With a garbled cry of fury he turned to the nearest battle droid, s.n.a.t.c.hed its blaster from its metal grasp and started firing. Carefully programmed never to point a weapon at him, the battle droids made no attempt to save themselves.

When he was done, and the ten droids were reduced to half- melted slag, he threw the blaster aside and s.n.a.t.c.hed a comlink from his tunic.

"I want more droids in the lab!" he shrieked. "Ten! Send me ten droids! Send them now! And a cleanup crew!"

She'd stopped breathing. Her heart was pounding, her lungs no more than flaccid balloons in her chest. The blood in her veins was screaming for air. But she'd frozen solid, and couldn't breathe.

He's going to kill someone. He's going to kill my nephews next. No, no, no, no...

She showed him her pain, cried it aloud as she dropped to her knees on the lab's ferrocrete floor. "General! Please, General, let me finish! I have isolated the unstable molecular chain. I can fix it. I can fix it. Please, I'm begging you, let me fix it!"

Was he even listening? He was flailing about the lab grunting horribly, stumbling over the destroyed battle droids, on the teetering edge of a breakdown. His rage was so elemental she wanted to be sick.

And then it was over. Eerily calm, he turned and looked at her, his odd, flat face devoid of emotion.

"Yes, Doctor, " he said pleasantly. "Fix it. You have one more day. If the problem is not rectified by then, we will have to make other arrangements. "

Other arrangements? What did that mean? "General..."

As though he hadn't heard her, as though she hadn't spoken, he turned and headed for the door. It hissed open before he reached it, and ten new battle droids marched in.

The lead droid snapped off a sharp salute. "Roger, roger, reporting for duty. "

Durd ignored them, too, and swished his ponderous way out of the lab. Moments later two maintenance droids with a large wheeled trolley arrived and began collecting bits and pieces of blasted droid.

The new lead battle droid fixed its glowing round photoreceptors on her and gestured with its lethal blaster. "Get back to work. "

Roger, roger. Trembling, hurting so badly her eyes were stinging with unshed tears, Bant'ena levered herself to her feet and got back to work.

40.* * *

"General Durd. You wanted to see me?"

That was Barev. Even if the human hadn't opened its mouth he'd have known it, because humans stank in many different and horrible ways. Their stink was as unique as their fingerprints, and their retinas.

They disgust me. All of them. Even Count Dooku.

His internal balance bladder shuddered, so that he rocked on his heels. Dooku. More than human. Much more. Much more than a Jedi.

Dooku was the breathing embodiment of nightmare.

Durd turned. "You said you could find the Jedi, Colonel. You haven't. They are still here, and they are plotting my downfall. I want to know what you're doing about that. "

Something of his earlier, obliterating rage must have shown in his eyes because Colonel Barev swallowed and rook half a step back.

"General. I am searching. "

"Not very well, if you haven't found them yet. "

Barev's little blue eyes widened. "Lanteeb is a large planet. General, and they are Jedi. They have tricks up their sleeves. "

Just like that, his rage was back. "I don't care! I don't care!" he shouted, pumping his fists up and down, wishing he could pummel Barev until the human's pale skin was running with blood. "I want you to find them! I want you to find them and kill them and bring their mangled bodies to me!"

"General, that is my intention, " said Barev, watching him carefully. "I am as disappointed as you are, sir. "

With an effort that burst blood vessels behind his eyes, splotching his vision yellow, Durd wrestled his temper under control.

"Whatever you're doing to find them, Barev, it's not working. You have to change tactics. You have to do something different. "

Barev bowed again. "General, you and I have reached the same conclusion. Because we are hunting Jedi I feel we must look to unconventional methods. My only concern is that unconventional methods are rarely... inexpensive. "

Oh, yes? Oh, yes? He knew what that meant. "If I find you've cheated me, Barev, do you know what I'll do?" he said, half closing his eyes. "I'll give you to Doctor Fhernan. You can be a test subject. And the last thing you'll hear will be me laughing as the flesh bubbles off your bones. "

Barev's already pale skin drained dead white. "My word as an officer. General. There won't be any cheating. "

Durd reached into his tunic pocket, pulled out a cloth and dabbed sour spittle from the corners of his mouth. "Who will you give my money to, Barev? Who is going to find my Jedi?"

"There is a... man, " Barev said slowly. "For want of a better term. A bounty hunter. He's a psychic seeker. Once he catches their scent they'll be as good as dead. n.o.body escapes him, General. n.o.body. Not ever. "

A psychic seeker. That sounded promising. That sounded as if it might actually work. And if it worked then no matter how much he had to pay, the price would be worth it.

I want those Jedi sc.u.m dead.

He wiped his mouth again, then tucked the cloth away. "Very well, Barev. Send for him. Your psychic seeker. And for your sake, let's hope he's as good as you say. "

CHAPTER SIX.

Behind the mask he wore as Supreme Chancellor Palpatine, the Sith Lord Darth Sidious felt every exquisitely honed instinct stir. Yoda was worried. Deeply worried. Not merely about the war, which went badly for the Republic, but about some- thins; more personal. As 41 the most skilled and experienced Jedi Master in the Temple, Yoda could hide those inconvenient feelings from everyone who knew him, but they were there.

And I can feel them. Try as you might, Yoda, you cannot hide from me.

Alas, he dared not risk an obvious question like: Master Yoda, is everything all right? Because to any other observer Yoda was his usual, emotionally uninvolved self. Not even the wonderfully sympathetic and intuitive Chancellor Palpatine could avoid arousing the Jedi's suspicions with a question like that.

He and the ancient Jedi Master were sharing tea in his stately executive suite. Just the two of them. An informal, private meeting where they could discuss the progress of the Republic's battle against the Separatists without the need for diplomatic phrasing and carefully couched a.s.sessments. Without an audience of senators and lesser-ranked Jedi and the bureaucrats whose job it was to insist upon a data trail for every decision. One day soon he would rule the galaxy in such a fashion and longingly looked forward to that time, coming ever closer now. Close enough to touch, to taste, to dream about in brief sleep.

Beyond the transparisteel windows of Palpatine's office, Coruscant sank slowly and inevitably into dusk. He loved twilight-such a symbolic time of day. He loved to watch this sprawling, garish city-planet descend into darkness. For only in darkness could the light of the Sith truly shine.

And as Coruscant sinks... so sinks this puling, pathetic, crumbling Republic.

Yoda was droning on about the shipboard communications crisis. Progress on purging the corruption from the GAR Fleet was slow but steady. The culprits responsible hadn't been found yet but they would be, he could a.s.sure the Supreme Chancellor of that.

Experienced Jedi truth-readers were even now interviewing key shipyard and related GAR personnel. They would uncover the facts of this calamitous conspiracy and then the newly invigorated GAR would undo the damage of sabotage, thus winning back the ground lost to the Separatists.

Sagely, Sidious nodded. "Yes, yes, Master Yoda. I have no doubt of that. My confidence in your ability to overcome this regrettable reversal in our fortunes is unshaken, I do a.s.sure you. "

The investigation was doomed to failure, of course-as was the purging of the GAR comm systems. The handful of Separatist operatives responsible for planting the various computer viruses in those strategic shipyards were long gone. The sabotage had been planned and executed months ago and the viruses designed with a time-release feature so that n.o.body involved in their creation or deployment would be found.

Better yet, there were other, dormant comm viruses yet to be revealed. Yoda and his precious Jedi and the GAR had no idea what awaited them.

"Truly, Master Yoda, " he added, refilling both their cups with fragrant tea. "While I appreciate how concerned you are about this unfortunate communications situation, my office's support for the Jedi remains undiminished-as I insisted only today, when asked by HoloNet News for my opinion of the war effort. "

Yoda's ears dipped, the tiniest fraction, and his stubby fingers tightened around the handle of his cup.

Sidious hid a smile. "I do avoid making public statements to them whenever I can. Generally speaking I find these journalists strident and confrontational-but Mas Amedda a.s.sures me that I must, from time to time, relax my standards. Would that it were not necessary.

Master Yoda. But I feel confident that today, at least, I've managed to sh.o.r.e up any wavering public support for the Jedi. "

"Appreciate that I do, Supreme Chancellor, " said Yoda, after a brief hesitation. "Patience the public must have as the defeat of Count Dooku's Separatists we pursue. "

"That's very true, " Sidious said gravely. "I know I have great faith in the efficacy of patience. Although I fear it is fast becoming a lost art. Now, was there anything else you wished to tell me, Master Yoda?"

Yoda put down his cup. "To Master Windu did I speak earlier, Supreme Chancellor. Almost restored the Kothlis spynet facility is.

Significantly upgraded has its security been. "

Yes, so he'd heard. The news did not please him. He'd been hoping for a few accidents. A little useful friction. "Excellent, Master Yoda. I knew we could count on Master Windu for that. Although... "

"A concern you have, Supreme Chancellor?"

42."I'm afraid I do, " he said. "I'm not at all sure that the compromise proposed by Senator Organa is going to work out long- term. In light of that monster Grievous's attack, Kothlis's new government is understandably nervous. They've begun expressing certain...

reservations... about the notion of us removing experienced ships and personnel from patrolling their system and handing over their protection to less seasoned GAR troops. "

Yoda looked like he wanted to spit. "Told I am, by Master Windu, that exceeded expectations the younger clones and their GAR officers have. Fearful for its future Kothlis need not be. And needed elsewhere Master Windu and the experienced GAR personnel are.

"Oh, I know, " he said, raising a placating hand. "Master Yoda, you don't need to convince me. But my friend, herein lies the heart of our dilemma. By your own admission we are heavily reliant upon the intelligence gathered by Kothlis and its sister facilities on Bothawui. " He leaned forward. "Now, if it should come to pa.s.s that these shortsighted bureaucrats lose faith in our ability to protect them, well, as far as I can tell there is nothing stopping them from reconsidering their loyalties. Do you see what I'm saying?"

"To the Separatists you think they might turn?" Yoda's ears flattened and his lips pinched tight. "No sense of that do I feel in the Force, Supreme Chancellor. "

Delicately he cleared his throat. "Haven't you said. Master Yoda, that the dark side clouds the future? I'm afraid, if that's the case, that I can't help wondering if you're absolutely certain you can rely on what you feel. "

And there again, sharply, he noticed that flare of unbridled anxiety in the little green troll.

"Confident I am that abide by its agreement with us Kothlis will, " said Yoda, his emotions under control again. "Trust me on this you must. "

"Of course, of course, " Sidious said, exhibiting the proper amount of hasty a.s.surance. "I'm so sorry. Master Yoda. I had no intention of suggesting that you are anything but in total control of the situation. "

Yoda nodded. "Know that I do, Supreme Chancellor. And appreciate your support the Jedi do. The Jedi's staunchest ally in this war you are. "

He was hard put not to laugh out loud. "Indeed I am, Master Yoda. Indeed I am. But still-I must insist that Master Windu remain on Kothlis for the time being. Until its government is less skittish. "

"Supreme Chancellor..."

"Please, Master Yoda, " he said, pretending distress. "Do not make me take a tone we'll both regret. In this instance, I'm afraid politics must trump strategy. "

"Very well, Supreme Chancellor, " Yoda said after a moment. "For the time being. "

"Excellent. " He looked at the chrono glowing on his desk. "Now, I should let you get back to the fight. Only-before you go-if I might beg an indulgence of you and ask for word of young Anakin? I had thought to invite him to speak about the Jedi life with a delegation from the Rantofaran Conglomerate but I can't seem to find him. "

Yoda went so completely still he came close to vanishing within the Force... and then his simmering anxiety leapt again, like a supernova. Leapt so high and so hot that it actually threatened to escape his formidable control.

"Young Skywalker?" said Yoda, the faintest thread of tension in his voice. "On Coruscant he is not at present, Supreme Chancellor. "

Yes, you old fool. That much I had ascertained for myself. "He's on a mission, then?"

And oh, how it galled Yoda to admit even that much. "Yes, Supreme Chancellor. With Master Ken.o.bi has he gone. To see you I will send him when he returns. "

Sidious waited a moment, in case Yoda decided to supply- even a crumb of information about Anakin's latest a.s.signment. When it became clear that the Jedi had no intention of confiding details-and knowing that to push would achieve nothing but a stirring of Yoda's suspicions-he accepted the temporary defeat and smiled.

"Well, Master Yoda, whatever my young friend is doing I'm sure it will end in yet more brilliant success, " he said. "And I thank you for giving up your precious time to me this evening. I know how tired you must he, working so diligently for our Republic's victory.

But unless there's anything urgent I should know, I'm afraid I must ask you to excuse me. I have some rather tricky negotiations to 43 conclude with the Shahmistra of J'doytzin Three. One of those awkward conversations that sadly cannot be trusted to the Diplomatic Bureau. "

"Of course, Supreme Chancellor, " said Yoda, and slid from his chair to the floor. "Apprised will I keep you of matters regarding Kothlis. And if further whispers of dissatisfaction from its government you should hear... "

"Then I shall tell you immediately, " Sidious said. "On that you have my word. "

Yoda nodded, the closest he ever came to a properly respectful obeisance, summoned his gimer stick to his hand and made his doddering, ancient way out of the office.

Darth Sidious watched the doors hiss shut behind his enemy, then indulged in a single, silent snarl of fury. How unfortunate that Palpatine did indeed have a meeting with the tedious Shahmistra. But when that business was concluded and the night belonged to him alone, then would he investigate this matter of Anakin.

For I am uneasy. I sense that something is wrong.

Vaguely disquieted, Yoda returned to the Temple in a Senate speeder, so deeply lost in thought that for once the beauty of the Coruscant night failed to touch him.

There was nothing specific he could point to, but of late he found himself uneasy in Palpatine's presence. He couldn't explain it. He knew only that something felt... off-kilter. But so much was off-kilter these days that he'd kept his feelings of unease to himself, not even confiding them to Mace Windu.

Was it Palpatine's continued meddling with Anakin Skywalker? Never in the administration's history had a Chancellor been so personally involved with the Jedi. Or was it Palpatine's slow and steady march toward absolute control in the Senate? It didn't matter that not once had he requested these expansions of his jurisdiction, these amendments to the Republic Const.i.tution that allowed him such far-reaching influence over so many lives. Nor did it matter that the more power Palpatine was given, the more reluctant it seemed he was to use it, stepping in to resolve a dispute or create legislation only when the Senate begged him to act. And of course he was never anything but fulsome in his praise and steadfast in his support of the Jedi.

Even so, by this politician troubled I am. Trust him more I would if his ambition could I clearly see.

And that thought had him shaking his head. Surely a politician motivated purely by service to the Republic, with no thought for his own success or personal power, was precisely the kind of leader these dark times required? Wasn't that Bail Organa's brand of politics, and did he not trust and admire the senator from Alderaan? Yes. He did. Which must mean his concern over Palpatine was misplaced.

After all, Senator Amidala had complete faith in him. And as he trusted Bail Organa so did he trust Naboo's former queen.

But trust them more than my own feelings, do I?