"We'll just have to keep him close," she whispered. "At least until we've relocated the Ithorians."

Han let his chin drop. "You really know how to spoil the moment."

He stepped on the flight deck and, peering at the display over Juun's shoulder, asked, "So, what have-"

Juun jumped out of his seat, the top of his head avoiding Han's chin only by virtue of his short stature, then spun to face them.

"What are you doing, sneaking up like that?"

Han raised his hands. "Easy. I wasn't trying to give you a power surge."

"Actually, Jae, we've been standing here talking for a couple of minutes." Leia leaned down to look at the display. "It appears you've been hard at work."

Juun relaxed somewhat. "I've been running a full gravitational a.n.a.lysis, per emergency troubleshooting procedure."

"Come up with anything besides a headache?" Han asked.

"Nothing that makes sense." Juun returned to his seat and began to call up columns of stellar deflection observations. "Light is definitely being distorted at a steadily increasing rate, which means that either there's a very large, completely invisible rogue body dead ahead-"

"Or something big is about to come out of hypers.p.a.ce," Leia finished. "Did you do a rate-of-change a.n.a.lysis?"

"Of course." Juun typed a command and brought up a graph plotting angle of deflection against time. "According to this, s.p.a.ce-time should be separating just about-"

Leia's hair stood on end, then an iridescent flash lit the interior of the c.o.c.kpit, and tiny snakes of static electric began to drag-race down her neural pathways. The proximity alarm blared to life. She hurled herself toward the copilot's seat, but lost her footing and hung in midair for a moment, her eyes aching with the brilliance of the silvery flash ahead, her stomach swirling inside her like water down a drain.

Then Leia stumbled into the copilot's chair and found herself staring out the viewport at an immense, cylinder-studded crevice of durasteel whiteness. Her stomach rose toward her throat as Han put the Falcon into an emergency climb, and her ribs began to throb from an impact she did not remember receiving.

"What is it?" Han yelled.

Leia activated her tactical display and found the top half rapidly filling with transponder codes. It took her a moment to find the Falcon's own code, surrounded as it was by others of a similar color.

"I... I think it's a battle fleet," Leia reported.

"Whose?"

A jagged line of familiar white ellipsoids appeared along the bottom edge of the viewport. Interspersed among them were about twice as many thin white arrows.

"Hapan." Leia did not bother to confirm her conclusion with a code search. She had seen the distinctive ships too many times - at Dathomir, Corellia, and even Coruscant-to need corroboration. "Those are Novas and Battle Dragons."

"Yeah," Han agreed. "What are they doing out here?"

"Going to Lizil," Juun said. "What else?"

The comm channel crackled to life, and a voice with a thick Hapan accent said, "This is Hapes Battle Dragon Kendall hailing Galactic Alliance transport Longshot. Heave to and prepare for temporary impoundment."

"Impoundment!" Han maintained his course. "Better let them know who we really are."

Leia was already reaching for the transponder controls.

"Longshot, this is your last warning-"

"Battle Dragon Kendall." Leia activated the Falcon's true transponder code. "This is Leia Organa Solo aboard the Millennium Falcon."

The Hapan voice grew more uncertain. "Millennium Falcon?"

"Yes," Leia said. "Sorry for the confusion, but we usually travel incognito. I'm sure you understand."

"Of course," the voice said.

"Good. If you'll a.s.sign us a safe vector, we'll move through and let you be on your way."

"I'm sorry, Princess. We have orders-"

"Then I suggest you let me speak to whoever issued them," Leia said. "Queen Mother Tenel Ka has been a frequent guest at my dinner table. I'm sure she would be unhappy to learn we were detained as a matter of... procedure."

A new voice came over the comm channel. "Princess Leia Organa Solo?" he asked. "The mother of Jedi Jacen Solo?"

"That's correct." Disturbed by the way the man had emphasized Jacen's last name, Leia reached out in the Force and was relieved to feel no sense that her son was anywhere in the fleet. "To whom do I have the honor of speaking?"

"Forgive me," the man replied. "I am Dukat Aleson Gray, ninth cousin to the Queen Mother and Duch'da to Lady AlGray of the Relephon Moons."

"Thank you," Leia said. "I'll remember you to the Queen Mother the next time we meet."

"You're very kind." Gray's tone was polite but doubtful. "I'm certain we can trust you to hold our encounter here in the strictest confidence."

"Of course," Leia replied. "We wouldn't want to jeopardize the Colony's reinforcements."

The comm fell silent.

"Blast, you didn't have to say that," Han groaned. "We know where they're going."

"But not why" Leia said. "If a war is breaking out, we need to know."

"Why?" Han asked. "We won't be able to tell anyone if we're stuck in the belly of a Battle Dragon."

Gray's voice came over the comm again. "Actually, our mission is closer to peacekeeping than reinforcing."

Leia shot Han a smug grin, then said, "Yes, that's what I was given to understand. Do you need navigation data to the Colony gateway?"

"That won't be necessary," Gray responded. "We have a course to the Lizil nest, and your son a.s.sured us that someone would be waiting-"

"Our son?" Leia interrupted.

"Yes." Gray sounded confused. "The Queen Mother's new consort. He was the one who, uh, convinced her to intervene."

A loud smack sounded from the pilot's seat. Leia glanced over to find Han holding his palm to his brow.

"You think you know him," Han said, shaking his head. "And then he tries to start a war."

TWENTY-EIGHT.

The door slid aside, revealing the clean-lined interior of the Skywalkers' uncluttered Ossan cottage. Mara had grown so accustomed to the vague uneasiness she had been feeling in the Force that the sensation barely registered as she crossed the foyer. But this time she paid special attention, closing her eyes and letting her feet carry her toward where it seemed strongest.

"Mom!"

Mara opened her eyes and found Ben standing before her, on the other side of low table that was the living room's only furniture. The sliding wall panels that part.i.tioned the house into rooms were all closed, so it was difficult to tell where he had come from. He pointed at her feet.

"Your shoes!"

Mara glanced down and saw she had neglected to leave her dusty boots in the foyer, as was the custom on Ossus.

"Never mind my shoes." She started around the table toward Ben.

"Did you bring a pet back from Jwlio?"

Ben's eyes grew round. "A pet?"

"A Killik," Mara said. The uneasy feeling was as strong as ever, but she could not pinpoint a location. It seemed to be coming from Ben and from all around her. "Is that what you've been doing with all that gelmeat and nerfspread?"

"Aren't Killiks smart?" Ben asked.

"Smarter than I thought. Why?"

" 'Cause then she'd be a friend, not a pet."

Mara c.o.c.ked an eyebrow. "She, Ben?"

Ben's mouth fell open, and he backed toward the kitchen. "I, uh...

they're all-"

"Stay here." Mara started around the table. "Don't even think of moving."

"But, Mom-"

"Don't argue," she ordered. "Your father will talk to you later."

Mara stretched her awareness into the kitchen and sensed only Nanna inside, but that did not stop her from pulling her lightsaber.

"Mom, don't-"

"Quiet!"

Mara used the Force to slide a wall panel aside and found Nanna down on her knee joints, quietly brushing morsels of gelmeat onto a sheet of flimsiplast. The rest of the room appeared deserted.

"Nanna?"

The droid looked up, but was so fl.u.s.tered she continued to brush morsels, missing the flimsiplast and spreading them across the floor.

"Yes, Mistress Skywalker?"

Mara's eyes went to the three gelmeat containers lying empty on the preparation island.

"Don't worry," Nanna said. "Ben didn't eat all that."

"I hope not," Mara said. "That would be a good way to earn a memory wipe."

There was too much YVH droid in Nanna to be intimidated. "That won't be necessary. My nutritional programming is very up to date."

Mara pointed the handle of her lightsaber at the wrappers. "Then who ate that?"

The droid peered up at her. "I'm sorry. I can't say."

"Then how can you be sure it wasn't Ben?"

"I'm afraid you're misunderstanding," Nanna replied. "I know who ate the gelmeat. I'm the one who opened the food locker. I just can't tell you. "

"What?" Mara used the Force to jerk the droid off her knees.

"Explain yourself."

"It's a secret," Ben said from the edge of the kitchen. "You promised, Nanna."

"You can't have secrets from me," Mara said, holding the droid in the air. "I'm his mother."

"Under normal circ.u.mstances, of course not," Nanna agreed. "But where there is a danger to the child, my programming-"

"Danger to the child?" Mara demanded. " What danger?"

Nanna lowered her feet to the floor. "Ben said you would kill him if you found out what he was doing," the droid explained. "And I must say, considering how angry you are now, his fear certainly seems warranted."

"Ben?" When he failed to answer, Mara glanced back and found an empty doorway. She turned to go. "Ben! I said-"

Nanna started after her. "I'm sorry, Master Skywalker, but until you calm down I really must-"

Mara whirled on the droid. "Stand down, Beautiful Blaster."

The override code stopped the droid midstride, darkening her photoreceptors and dropping her chin to her chest.

"I'll handle this myself."

Mara continued into the living room and went straight to Ben's room, where he was busy pushing the closet panel closed.