Part 7 Got a bad feeling…
Ben Skywalker snapped to attention as he felt the freezing water on his skin. Ben was relieved to see no trace of red hair-dye on his suit, which meant that his disguise was safe. He looked up to see the golden-haired Crestal standing before him with an empty cup.
"We're in the middle of a sabacc match and you're spacing out, Flames." The sixteen-year-old girl before Ben Skywalker seemed angry. Then, using a slightly softer tone, she added. "Something's on your mind, isn't it? Don't try to hide it from me. You and I both know we, as pilots, gotta be focused on ourselves and what we're doing."
"N-I'm just thinking maybe we should strike that library planet sooner so we can get to Coruscant… something tells me time's running out." The young Jedi, for a mere moment, wanted to pretend nothing was on his mind, but saw that it would be no use lying to one of the people that helped him to stage his death. We've been stuck together for too long. Even without the Force, I can tell what most of us are thinking and this is the fifth time someone thinks I got a problem. That goes especially for Crest.
"Another one of those feelings?"
"Yeah, I keep on thinking about Coruscant. I just have a bad feeling about this." Ben allowed himself to admit to his wingmate. Part of the Jedi pilot wanted to reveal the terrifying future in store for his friend on Coruscant, but he decided against it. Telling stubborn Crest what might happen to her was a waste of time. He then added. "Or maybe Force-cloaking myself and moving ships at the same time is taking its toll. It's especially hard when Jacen's anywhere within a thousand parsecs."
"Skywalker, can you do it for one last time? I think it'll be okay for you to come out of hiding at Coruscant and you know we won't do any battles between Obroa and Coruscant. You'd better be kidding about that bad feeling. Last time you said that Uona got shot and we were nearly captured." Although the girl's tone was neutral, her expression betrayed her worries.
"Only my cousin and his students can tell jokes, Crest." Really bad ones. Ben smiled as he finally made his move in the sabacc game.
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The monitor creature screeched as it received a transmission from Yuuzhan'tar. It was a response from the shaper who kept records of all warrior matings and births.
"Put all received information on display." The creature responsible for display complied the minute the order was given. As the spy read through the information, he turned a shade of pale, bloodless, gray.
"Son of former Supreme Commander Nuren Lah by a scout, who was killed on Helska… born to her in her old age… quite strong for a child born to someone that old… Nuren Lah was third cousin to warmaster Tsavong Lah… Nuren Lah stole him from the crèche of Domain Lah after she was Shamed for a dishonorable attempt to poison and nobody saw her again… Quite impulsive, but most Yuuzhan Vong warriors are like that." The nearly frozen intendant managed to read in a quiet, breathless voice. By the time he reached the name of the mysterious warrior, he had no breath left to read aloud. This man, no, Jeedai should be dead! He's been gone for almost two standard decades!
Two of the villips on the ship formed the scarred faces of Kodachi Cha and Nom Anor.