The spacelanes of the planet Euceron were jammed with vehicles. In the upper atmosphere, large transports and sleek passenger liners chugged in orbit. Despite the heavy presence of spacelane officers on high-altitude swoops, tempers flared as star cruisers and shuttle craft jockeyed for position outside the landing platforms.
Fourteen year old Anakin Skywalker swerved the Galan starfighter to avoid a cruiser trying to cut in the line waiting to land.
"Watch it, you gravel-maggot!" he yelled, even though he knew the pilot couldn't hear him.
Beside him, his Master cleared his throat.
"I know, I know," Anakin said. "Feel my anger, and let it go, but do I have to be a Jedi all the time, even in spacetraffic?" He flashed a grin at his Master. He knew the answer.
"You are a Jedi every moment," Obi-Wan said wryly. "Even when another cruiser is sneaking in to your right."
"What?" Anakin wrenched his attention back to his piloting. A silver star cruiser was attempting to nose in – Anakin swerved to the left and slid neatly into the empty slot ahead.
Obi-Wan leaned back in his seat. "If you allowed someone to cut in line, we would lose five minutes' time. Would that be so bad?"
"I guess not," Anakin said with a sigh. "We're not in a hurry, but it's not right for them to try to sneak ahead of others."
"No," Obi-Wan agreed, "but that is the other pilot's choice. By trying to prevent him, you are feeding your own anger and impatience. Perhaps that is worse."
Anakin saw his Master's point. That was the trouble. Obi-Wan always made sense. The only problem was that Obi-Wan didn't understand how good it felt when Anakin had zoomed ahead, preventing the cruiser from cutting in.
The spacelane officer ahead signaled to Anakin. A new lane had opened up for landings. Anakin slid the craft neatly into place. Now that he was first in line, he could look around and enjoy the sight of so many star cruisers in one atmosphere.
"I knew it would be crowded on Euceron, but I didn't expect this," Anakin said. "At least on Coruscant the traffic is strictly controlled. This is a mess."
"Euceron isn't used to such traffic," Obi-Wan agreed. "Beings come from all over the galaxy to the Galactic Games."
"I didn't realize they would all arrive at once."
Anakin wasn't really grumbling. He enjoyed the chaos, the scramble for lane space, the chance to see so many different kinds of star cruisers.
When he had first learned of the mission ahead, Anakin couldn't believe his luck. All he and his Master had to do was patrol the Galactic Games, keeping alert for any signs of trouble. The Galactic Games were held every seven years, and planets all over the galaxy competed to become the host planet. The Games were exciting and sometimes dangerous, with the fastest and most skilled competing in races and contests. Anakin couldn't wait to see the various events.
The government of Euceron had asked for Jedi help in order to keep the peace. In only seven years, the galaxy had changed. New trouble spots erupted far too often. Some systems had grievances with the Senate; some planets had trade conflicts with other planets. Beings from many different worlds would be in close quarters, some of them hostile to one another. It could be a volatile mix.
Then again, everyone was coming to have a good time. Anakin knew that he was. The Galactic Games had been started over eight decades before in order to promote peace through sport. Winners became famous both on their own planets and in places they had never traveled. Even as a slave on Tatooine, Anakin had heard tales of their determination and Mastery.
"Euceron is trying its best to keep things under control," Obi-Wan observed. "The leaders of the Ruling Power don't want anything to go wrong. They are trying to gain more power in the Senate, to be put on some very important committees. This is a crucial way to show that their planet is stable."
Anakin nodded; a bit bored by Senatorial politics. He was notified that he could land now on the Euceron City landing platform. A series of laser signals told him which slot to take. He came in fast and low, executing a quick turn that dropped the starfighter into position perfectly. He glanced over at his Master, knowing he had been a bit of a showoff, but Obi-Wan was already beginning arrival procedures.
Anakin reached for their survival packs and activated the landing ramp, which led to the greeting center high above the capital city, Eusebus. He couldn't wait to get going.
"This will be a good opportunity for you to reflect on a new Jedi lesson," Obi-Wan said. "Connection with the Living Force. There are beings from all over the galaxy here. You'll pick up many kinds of energies. With such a variety of beings crowded onto one planet, there is much to learn."
"Yes, Master," Anakin intoned as he hovered by the doorway, waiting impatiently while Obi-Wan double checked to make sure the cabin of their craft was secure. He made sure to keep his body still, however. He might not have conquered his agitation though he had learned to mask it.
But, it was rare that his Master did not pick up on his feelings. As always, Obi-Wan noted his impatience. "All right, young Padawan. Let's go."
Anakin walked out onto the landing ramp, his eyes eagerly sweeping the platform. Star pilots chatted in small groups, children dashed past parents' reaching fingers, air taxis unloaded passengers who lunged for their luggage – Wookiees and Babbs and everything in between. Everyone seemed in a terrific hurry to get somewhere, and the Games had not yet begun!
"Are you picking up anything about the mission ahead?" Obi-Wan asked him curiously.
His Master often asked the question as soon as they stepped foot on a planet. Sometimes he even asked it before they landed, if he sensed that Anakin was swept by intuitions about the mission to come.
Anakin reached out to the Force. Sometimes it felt so easy. The Force was there, right within his grasp, and he could fold it around himself as easily as slipping into his travel cloak.
"I don't feel darkness here," he said. "I feel tremendous energy. It is not all good, but it isn't dark. It's just . . ."
"Life," Obi-Wan finished. "Emotion, expectation, hope, worry, excitement."
"It feels more intense," Anakin said slowly as they walked through the crowd.
"Because it is," Obi-Wan said. "We are all packed into one small city, waiting for a big event." He paused to consult a coordinates kiosk. "We will be staying in the official Games quarters, but let's explore a bit first."
They squeezed aboard a crowded turbolift that brought them down from the greeting center to the surface of the planet. They spilled out onto the main boulevard of Eusebus. The streets were crowded with speeders of every kind and description, and the many beings jostled and pushed their way to their destinations. Large overhead signs blinked out directions and routes, such as STADIUM ONE: LEFT ON USIRINE STREET or STADIUM TEN: TAKE AIR TRANSIT GREEN.
The aroma of the various food stands wafted toward them. Anakin's stomach growled. Meat sizzled on grills and sweets hung from slender pots that danced in the brisk wind, tantalizing him. He had eaten his morning meal only an hour before, but he suddenly felt hungry.
"Look around," Obi-Wan directed. "Tell me if you see anything out of the ordinary."
The ordinary? There didn't seem to be anything ordinary in Euceron City. It was a city built entirely of plastoid materials, since there was no native stone. The buildings were brightly colored and no higher than twenty stories. Eucerons were a humanoid species with large domed heads and delicate limbs. They dressed in neutral colors as if to offset their colorful structure, but Obi-Wan had seen something Anakin should have noted.
"There are security officers everywhere," he said after a moment. "They are not in uniform, but they are patrolling."
He could tell they were security only by noting their watchful eyes constantly sweeping the crowd.
"Yes. Nicely observed, Padawan," Obi-Wan said. "Euceron has the largest security force in the galaxy for its size. The Ruling Power needs the security officers to keep the population under control. It is governed by repression and intimidation. The Ruling Power is made up of ten rulers who make all laws and decisions. The city looks peaceful and prosperous, but the ruling Power has been working for years to make it look that way. They are cultivating an image, and they are typically aggressive about their methods."
"So why should the Jedi help them?" Anakin wondered.
"The Ruling Power is not the kind of government the Senate would normally support," Obi-Wan agreed, "but the safety of many beings depends on the Games proceeding well, and that is important for the continued peace of the galaxy itself. So, don't forget that this mission is a serious one. There are always beings in the galaxy who use these large gatherings for their own ends. Sabotage is always a possibility, so the Jedi are needed."
"Are we supposed to meet with the other Jedi teams?" Anakin asked. He knew that with so many people traveling to Euceron, the Jedi had sent several teams to help keep the peace. He hoped to see Tru Veld, a fellow Padawan and one of his few friends at the Temple.
"Yes. We'll need to coordinate our patrols," Obi-Wan said. "We'll see them at our quarters later."
Obi-Wan did not break his stride, but suddenly his concentration shifted. Anakin could see the change.
"Something is wrong," he murmured.
Anakin threw his own attention out like a net. He was aware of a change in the sound of the crowd. "A disturbance," he said.
"This way." Obi-Wan stepped up his pace. He threaded through the pedestrians.
Ahead was a large square. Food stalls were packed tightly, and cafes ringed the edges. Anakin saw a knot of beings across the square. They were packed so tightly it was difficult to see what they were looking at.
He heard a roar of anger. He did not know the language, but it was easy to guess the intent.
"Hurry." Obi-Wan tried to make it through the crowd, but the beings were crowded so densely now that it was impossible.
"Get out of my way or I'll kill you!" Someone shouted the words in Basic.
Now Anakin could see a Phlog, a giant being with a vibrosword, standing over a small Ortolan, a blue-furred creature armed with only a cup of juice. The Phlog waved the vibrosword close to his neighbor's nose. Instead of retreating, the crowd surged forward, interested in a possible fight.
"Go ahead, you tub of bantha fat," the Ortolan sneered.
"This isn't good," Obi-Wan muttered.
Suddenly the Phlog took his vibrosword and slashed through a small stone table. The group who had been sitting at it fell backward. One of them sprang up and withdrew a blaster. The giant Phlog grabbed both huge slabs of stone and lifted them over his head.
"I'll kill you all!"
Frustrated, Obi-Wan tried to get through the crowd. The beings had formed a solid wall of flesh and muscle. Neither Anakin or Obi-Wan could get through.
Anakin saw a sudden flash of violet. A lightsaber danced in the air and came down, slicing expertly through the thick slabs of stone. The movement was so fast that a tiny curl of smoke was the only evidence of the lightsaber's trail. The slabs dissolved into rocks and dust. The Phlog howled as one of the stone pieces fell on his foot.
"That should slow you down a minute," he heard Siri Tachi's pleasant tone ring out with a shimmer of durasteel.
Next to her was Ferus, his blue lightsaber raised and ready, his expression hard. He was prepared to spring if anyone moved, and everyone seemed to know it. A hush settled on the crowd.
The Phlog stood awkwardly holding his foot. "Who are you?" he bellowed.
The Euceron whose table had been pulverized quickly shoved his blaster into his belt. "Ah, Jedi. Just defending myself," he muttered, backing away.
The Ortolan nodded rapidly, his blue fur flying. "Easy in such crowds to bump by accident."
"Exactly," Siri said. "So an apology is called for."
"Sorry," the Ortolan said quickly.
"By both of you," Siri said meaningfully, her gaze boring into Phlog, who towered several meters over her blonde head.
The Phlog hesitated. Anakin suspected he was not accustomed to apologizing for his temper. Even with a lightsaber centimeters from his neck.
For a moment, it seemed that the Phlog would launch an attack on Siri, but she was ready if he did. By now Obi-Wan and Anakin had snaked through the crowd and were standing by, close enough to spring forward if needed. With a look, Obi-Wan told Anakin to hang back.
Ferus stepped forward. "Think twice, my friend," he said in a soft tone. "Then think again."
Anakin saw the admiration on his Master's face at the coolness of Ferus's approach. A flare of jealousy rose inside him. Ferus always knew the right thing to say and the right way to say it. Ferus was only a year older than Anakin, but he was known for his maturity.
"Well, well, my fault," the Phlog said in false cheerfulness. "Let me buy you another juice."
He bent over the small Ortolan and led him into the cafe.
Siri deactivated her lightsaber. "There. Everyone is sorry. Incident over." Her clear voice sailed out over the crowd. "We can all get back to what we were doing."
The crowd that had been eager to witness a brawl suddenly melted away. Siri caught sight of Obi-Wan.
"Just a minute too late, as usual," she said brusquely.
"We were just waiting to see how you'd handle it," Obi-Wan answered blandly. "I always wanted to see you go up against a Phlog."
Anakin watched Obi-Wan and Siri. A stranger would never know that they were old friends let alone as close friends as two people could be.
He nodded a greeting at Ferus, who nodded stiffly back. There was no need to pretend that they liked each other.
He turned his attention back to Siri and Obi-Wan, who were talking in low voices.
". . . with crowds like this," Obi-Wan was saying. "It was hard to get to you at all."
"And where was Security?" Siri asked. "I saw officers all around undercover, but when they were needed, they were strangely absent."
"Perhaps fewer of them should be undercover," Obi-Wan suggested. "Some should be more visible."
Siri frowned. "The Eucerons hate the security forces. That's why they're undercover, but still, with so many visitors, keeping the peace is the first order of business."
"I'll talk to Liviani Sarno about it," Obi-Wan said, referring to the head of the Games Council.
Anakin couldn't believe it. Obi-Wan hadn't seen Siri in a while, and he only spoke of the mission! Anakin had great respect for Obi-Wan's wisdom, but sometimes he wondered how his Master could connect to the Living Force when his feelings were kept so tightly under wraps. As far as Anakin had seen over the years, Siri was easily Obi-Wan's greatest friend and closest confidant, and yet it was like it didn't even matter to them that they got to work together and weren't talking to each other through communicators!
"Anakin!" Anakin heard the cheerful voice behind him and quickly turned. Tru Veld was loping across the plaza next to his Master, the tall and silent Ry-Gaul. Tru extended one long, flexible arm in a floppy wave that conveyed his excitement and happiness at seeing his friend.
Ry-Gaul nodded at Obi-Wan and Siri as they came up, but gave no verbal greeting. The three Masters huddled together for a discussion, leaving the three Padawans to talk among themselves.
"I can't decide, can you?" Tru asked Anakin, his eyes dancing. They were the color of the silver seas of Teevan, his home planet, and when he was excited they sparkled like sunlight on waves.
Anakin was used to Tru starting a conversation midway though. He lifted an eyebrow at him.
"Which Game events to attend," Tru explained. "They all sound fun."
"We are here to keep the peace," Ferus said. "Not to have fun."
Annoyance ran through Anakin. Ferus could spoil a good mood quicker than a double nova. Tru merely shook his head good-naturedly and nudged Ferus with a shoulder. "Relax, friend. I can keep the peace and watch the Games, too. Even our Masters will allow that."
"We haven't received our instructions," Ferus pointed out.
"I am sure our instructions will be to avoid having a good time at all costs," Tru said to Ferus in a mock-serious tone, his eyes still twinkling with silent amusement.
Ferus sighed. "Padawans are always trying to get me to relax," he said. "I'm just not made that way."
"I'm fairly confident that it's not only Padawans that have tried to get you to relax," a voice said, and Anakin was surprised to see Rhys Dallows had come out of nowhere and somehow snuck up on them. Rhys ruffled Ferus's hair, much to the older boy's slight irritation, which partially humored Anakin, but on the other hand, it made him a bit jealous, since he hadn't realized that Ferus and Rhys had formed some sort of friendship.
"What are you doing here?" Anakin asked. "Is Kastor here too?"
"Anakin!" Ferus said sharply, likely feeling like Anakin was being rude, but Anakin ignored him, knowing Rhys wouldn't mind.
"Oh great, we get to deal with you as well," Siri's voice came in dryly as the three Masters approached, and Obi-Wan and Siri eyed Rhys.
"What's up, little sister?" Rhys asked with a mischievous grin.
Siri's eyes narrowed. "I'm still older than you, Dallows."
"I'm still bigger than you, Tachi," Rhys retorted, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as Siri shook her head, a hint of a smile on her face.
Obi-Wan sighed. "And here I thought this might be a pleasant mission. Where's Kastor?"
"He's back at the Temple," Rhys responded with a shrug, much to Anakin's surprise, and he noted Siri and Obi-Wan both also seemed a bit surprised.
"What are you doing here then?" Obi-Wan asked. "Were you and Kastor not assigned to this mission?"
"Not in the same capacity," Rhys answered with a shake of his head. "Kastor was needed for another task, but he does intend to join me eventually. He and I aren't here for security like you all are. Instead, we're investigating the underworld crowd's presence here at the Games. We know some big players will be here, and most will keep themselves clean, but we're still hoping that some will get greedy and sloppy."
The three Masters nodded thoughtfully.
"I believe there are three more Jedi teams here undercover, correct?" Rhys asked, surprising Anakin with the depth of Rhys's operational knowledge. It was easy to forget he was an Antarian Ranger and not a Jedi. Most Rangers would not have any idea that there were other Jedi teams, especially undercover ones.
"Teams are a stretch," Obi-Wan responded with a sigh. "Master Vos, Knight Secura, and Knight Shylar are indeed undercover on this planet, somewhere. They are to tip us off to any problems they see from the civilian side."
Rhys sighed. "If I see Quinlan, I'll know I'm about to end up in a bad situation. He draws trouble even worse than Kas does."
Siri and Obi-Wan both snorted in amusement to Anakin and Ferus's slight surprise.
"Still, I won't mind running into Aayla at all," Rhys said with a smile, and Siri rolled her eyes.
"Get your mind out of the gutter," she said, and Rhys laughed.
"What? She's a lot of fun to talk to, and she always tells the best stories to embarrass Quinlan," Rhys explained, trying to look innocent, and Siri and Obi-Wan both looked at him like he was full of shavit.
Obi-Wan turned to the three Padawans.
"We've decided that you three can go off on your own for a while," Obi-Wan told them, "but be sure your comlinks are functioning at all times."
Anakin and Tru exchanged excited glances. They hadn't expected this good fortune. They had hoped to run into each other, but now they could actually attend at least some of the Games together! Anakin would even put up with Ferus if it meant he could spend time with Tru.
"I contacted Liviani Sarno. She's on her way here," Obi-Wan told them. "After we receive a briefing, you'll be free to go. Then we'll all meet back at the Games quarters for the evening meal."
Within moments they saw a tall female Euceron heading toward them. She was dressed in a scarlet robe embroidered with orange and gold threads, and her crown of braids woven with bright jewels. Liviani Sarno was not hard to spot.
Traveling in her wake were three other beings, and Anakin was surprised that he knew two of them. Didi and Astri Oddo may not own the cafe that Dexter Jettster now ran on Coruscant, but he still recognized the two that had been close friends of Qui-Gon and were still good friends of Obi-Wan.
Didi's round brown eyes widened when he saw Obi-Wan. Astri ran forward, her pretty face flushed.
"Obi-Wan!" Dark curls flying, Astri threw herself at Obi-Wan, wrapping her arms around him. Anakin was always surprised to see his reserved Master break out into a huge smile and hug Astri back. Astri was always one of the few who could manage that, along with Kastor and occasionally Siri, depending on where the two of them were. Didi came up and tried to hug both of them, but his plump arms were too short. He settled for thumping Obi-Wan on the back.
"This makes my eyes new and my heart glad!" Didi cried.
"It is so good to see you!" Astri exclaimed.
"It is good to see you, too," Obi-Wan said. "You are here to see the Games?"
"In an official capacity," Astri said with a nod. "I'd like you to meet my husband, Bog Divinian. He's on the Games Council. Bog, this is the great Jedi Knight, Obi-Wan Kenobi."
Bog Divinian was a tall, handsome man in a plum fruit colored tunic almost as bright as Liviani Sarno's.
"I am honored to meet a Jedi," Bog said. "Do you know Liviani Sarno?"
"This is our first meeting," Obi-Wan said with a quick nod. "Let me introduce those with me. This is Knight Ry-Gaul and Knight Siri Tachi. These are our Padawans, Anakin Skywalker, Tru Veld, and Ferus Olin, and this is Antarian Ranger Rhys Dallows."
Anakin was unsurprised to see Ry-Gaul stay silent and Siri coolly assess the council member, but he was a bit surprised to see Astri blush slightly and nod familiarly towards Rhys, and Rhys returned the nod almost a bit wistfully before Astri smiled warmly in welcome at Siri.
"We are glad the Jedi accepted the request of the Ruling Power to monitor the Games," Liviani said. "We can use the help. Many more came than we expected."
"We have to keep things running smoothly," Bog added. "Liviani is doing an amazing job of organization."
Liviani inclined her head in the fashion of one who is used to compliments.
"If you need an insider's perspective, I'll be glad to help," Bog added, speaking to Obi-Wan. "Because you're such a good friend of Astri's, I'll make time for you."
Obi-Wan's polite expression did not falter, but Siri's ice-blue eyes flashed at the notion that Bog would only help the Jedi because one of them was a personal friend. Ry-Gaul just blinked impassively. Rhys frowned.
"Thank you," Obi-Wan said smoothly.
No doubt he had noticed Astri's embarrassment. Frankly, Anakin was surprised Astri had married a guy who bragged like Bog. She'd always seemed rather unimpressed with people like that to him.
"Obi-Wan Kenobi is the greatest of all Jedi Knights," Didi said proudly. "He will not need our help, I guarantee." He suddenly realized that he had insulted Siri and Ry-Gaul and turned to them quickly. "Not that Siri and Ry-Gaul aren't equally great. All Jedi are great!" Didi beamed at all of them. "Even Padawans!"
"How are the preparations going?" Obi-Wan asked Liviani. "Any problems?"
"So smoothly, no problems," Bog Divinian answered. "The Games Council is handling everything beautifully. Maxo Vista is a native of Euceron and on the Council, and he has been very helpful. You know of him, of course."
Obi-Wan shook his head politely. Anakin couldn't believe his Master didn't know the great Euceron hero who had stunned the galaxy seven years before by winning five events at the Galactic Games on Berrun. Rhys snorted, looking at Obi-Wan and Siri in amusement, and Anakin looked at Siri and realized that she too didn't know who Maxo Vista was, nor did she seem to care. They really were cut from the same cloth. No wonder they were such good friends.
"But everyone knows Maxo Vista!" Bog said, surprised. "He is renowned throughout the galaxy! He might not be wealthy, but he is famous, and he is a good friend of mine, so if you need an introduction . . ."
Siri snorted, then tried to turn it into a cough. Anakin remembered that Obi-Wan had told him that Siri had never done very well in her diplomacy classes at the Temple.
Even Didi looked embarrassed at Bog's bragging. He smiled at the Jedi in turn. "Who needs galactic heroes when we have Jedi?"
"Precisely," Liviani said crisply, "and Bog is wrong about our not having problems."
Bog looked crestfallen at having disappointed Liviani. "I know of no problems, Liviani."
Liviani ignored Bog and turned to the Jedi. "There are rumors that there will be an illegal Podrace on the outskirts of the city."
Anakin suddenly became very interested. He noticed Rhys's interest increased exponentially as well.
Siri frowned. "We had not heard this."
Liviani nodded. "Podracers from all over the galaxy have been spotted arriving on Euceron. We have heard that they are gathering on the city's northern border in the Great Dordon Caves, whose extensive tunnels are, unfortunately, ideally suited for this suicidal sport."
"Podracing is illegal in the Core Worlds," Bog said disapprovingly. "If I were Senator – I am running for Senator of my home planet of Nuralee, by the way – I would consider introducing a law to outlaw Podracing galaxy-wide. It only promotes gambling and violence." Bog gave a quick glance at Liviani to see if she approved of his declaration.
Liviani continued to ignore him, however. "You see our problem," she said to the Jedi. "The Ruling Power is worried about bad publicity, so it wants us to ignore the rumors. If Podracers die in the caves, no one will care, officially." Liviani's delicate eyebrows drew together in a worried frown, "but the authorities underestimate how popular these races are. Beings will hear of them. Betting will take place, and spectators – some of them quite important on their home planets – will find the race. We cannot guarantee safety and crowd control."
"The Games must proceed smoothly," Bog added. "Absolutely."
Anakin barely heard their voices. His brain had started to buzz as soon as he'd heard the word Podrace. He hadn't seen or been in one since the Boonta Eve Classic that led to his freedom on Tatooine.
It was as though the thick clouds overhead parted, for suddenly he felt the blow of the hot suns of Tatooine on the back of his neck. He could taste the grit of sand between his teeth, and he could feel the rise of the same fierce desire that had filled him as a young boy, the simplest, most powerful feeling he knew: the will to win.
Anakin felt his Master's eyes on him, as though the surge of feeling had touched Obi-Wan like a warning finger. A mask of serenity dropped over Anakin's face. He could call it up at will for times such as this, times when his blood seemed to race closer to his skin.
Liviani was speaking, and Obi-Wan turned back to her. Anakin kept his expression calm, but interested. Like a Jedi would be, but inside . . . inside he was a slave boy, on fire to race again.
**The Will of the Force**
Kastor sighed as he entered the Council Chambers. There was a lot that he had to do before he could join Rhys on Euceron, and this quarterly meeting was not something he wished to attend at all. Especially since he considered the continuation of these meetings to be rather insulting.
"Ah, now that Master Shan is here, we can get this discussion underway," Master Oppo Rancisis said. "Master Shan, what updates do you have in regards to Knight Tachi and Knight Kenobi's relationship?"
It was the kriffing semi-annual meeting to try and determine whether Jedi should be allowed families, and whether Obi-Wan and Siri should be allowed to continue with their bond.
"Their bond is stronger than ever, and yet they remain true to the light, acting as responsible Jedi should," Kastor responded evenly. "Truthfully, Masters, this meeting irritates me because you all seem to be waiting for me to tell you that they've fallen apart, but after seven years, on and off, I believe it's time you admit that they have made it work. The question shouldn't be about their relationship, but whether you wish to find another possible Jedi couple to see if it can work for others."
"You say that like Kenobi and Tachi are a great accomplishment," Rancisis said.
"They have only worked together a few times since being approved for their bond, but all have been without approach and have been successful missions," Coleman Trebor, the newest member of the Council, pointed out. He had replaced Master Poof who had been killed in the last year, and while Kastor certainly was sad that Yarael was dead, Coleman was more open to Kastor's line of thinking. Not completely approving, but open to the possibility. Considering Yarael had been quite against the change, Coleman's appointment on the Council had been good for Kastor's position.
"There are whispers of them in the Temple," Eeth said. "They have not been as discreet as they could have been."
"You don't want them to be discreet," Kastor said evenly. "You want them to not even hint at a friendship. Even now, you don't request that they come to this meeting to defend their actions and provide a fresh perspective. You leave it to me to argue in their stead. Besides, there is talk that they have a physical relationship, which isn't forbidden, and is true. Only those who know them well might suspect an attachment, and those are barely whispers. I doubt the vast majority of those in this temple have any inclination of any relationship."
"Master Shan, it is not so easy to change something like this," Depa responded, though he was pleased to get an acknowledging nod to his point about the rumors of their physical relationship. "Some of us still have reservations on what will happen if Kenobi and Tachi are made to choose between the Order and their relationship. It is also not easy to find another set of Jedi to use to further the experiment."
"It's not easy because you wish to keep it quiet," Kastor said firmly. "If you openly broadcasted what the Council was looking into, you might find Jedi from all generations who are open to either providing evidence of relationships that they've hidden for years or open to giving relationships that they gave up years ago a try. I'm sure Master Yoda at the minimum could list a great many Jedi in this Order that have dealt with this issue. I'm sure the Council does know of others too. You just don't wish to tempt any of those you know are susceptible to the lure of the change. Besides, both Obi-Wan and Siri have chosen the Order over each other before, and Siri did it once again when we sent her undercover, and Obi-Wan learned to let her go, and Obi-Wan has already suffered the great loss of his Master in combat and learned the dangers of letting the darkside influence his emotions. He will not be so easily corrupted, and short of either becoming one with the Force, I see no way to further test their resolve other than giving them an ultimatum, which seems rather cruel and unnecessary."
"Darkness continues to grow," Saesee said quietly. "Should we not focus more on keeping the peace and preventing open warfare rather than creating a change in the Order that could bring about a large destabilization? We have not allowed attachments in a thousand years, and the Order has thrived without them."
"Ebbs and flows, the darkness does," Yaddle said. "Allow its presence to dictate changes in our Order, we should not. Exemplary Knights Kenobi and Tachi have been, and despite this Council's reservations, continue to be exemplary they do. Strong is their bond, and also strong is their commitment to the Order and the Force. Continue to question them we do. A disservice this is to them. Change, necessary it is. Destruction, stagnancy leads to."
"I happen to agree with Master Yaddle," Mace said finally. "I'm still not sure about romantic or even platonic attachments, but there is currently no reason for us to question the success of Kenobi and Tachi. Their bond survived Tachi's deception of leaving the Order, and they work well together, based on multiple reports. I see no reason to continue holding our ability to force them apart above them. At the bare minimum, they should be given an exception in the Order, as long as they stay discreet and reveal to nobody the depth of their relationship and attachment. Physical relations are certainly no rarity in the Order. At least a quarter of the children in our ward are children of Jedi. As long as other members of the Order think it is no more than a physical relationship, then I see no reason to continue holding these meetings in regards to them specifically. Instead the focus should be on romantic attachments as a whole."
Kastor sighed internally, rather glad that some of the neutral parties seemed to finally have swung to his line of thinking, at least in regards to Obi-Wan and Siri. At last vote, Yoda, Plo, Yaddle, Adi, and Ki Adi were all for allowing romantic attachments to be explored, though with certain stipulations and rules. Mace, Eeth, Coleman, Depa, and Even were all on the fence, though for different reasons and most were at least open to the possibilities of change, though they held reservations. It was only Saesee, and Rancisis that were completely opposed now.
"Can they at least be open about their attachment with their Padawans?" Kastor asked, trying to help his friends a little more.
Mace shook his head. "No. Skywalker and Olin should remain in the dark. Both boys are young, and should not have exceptions to the current rules revealed to them, lest they expect or hope for exceptions themselves in the future. We don't want Padawans openly trying to form attachments. The whole study is based on those who find these romantic attachments and are able to handle them, not those who deliberately go looking for them."
"I don't see why it can't eventually lead to Jedi looking for significant others," Kastor said, doing his best to suppress his frustration. "I see several positive outlooks from that. One being that our Order won't seem so different to the average citizen, which will hopefully remove some of the negative stigma that people think of about the Order. In addition, as you pointed out, a quarter of the children in our ward are the children of other Jedi. More relationships could potentially lead to more Jedi younglings, which could only be a good thing for the Order, since we are stretched thin as it is, and as the darkness rises, so too should our numbers rise to meet it. Lastly, Jedi being trained to form healthy attachments from a younger age will be less tempted by the lure of the dark side should their partners become one with the Force. Just as we train children to handle their fear and darker emotions, so should we also teach them to handle these emotions and attachments."
Kastor wanted to sigh in relief as many in the Council nodded in agreement to his points.
"With Obi-Wan and Siri being considered a success, we should attempt to find other Jedi couples to continue to experiment with the Code on. I agree with Kastor on this," Adi said. "I do believe Padawans should be excluded for the testing for the obvious reasons, but Knights and Masters should be brought into the possible change. We are the High Council for the Order, but this is an Order, and I believe a change of this magnitude deserves the input of our fellow Jedi."
"Hmm, perhaps after a few more successes or failures," Plo said thoughtfully. "One successful Jedi couple in our current era," he said, nodding at Kastor, "does not constitute enough evidence for a change. It does show that the theory has merit and should be explored further, even if it's just to set up a process for exceptions to be granted in the future."
"I would argue against excluding Padawans from the list of potential candidates for this experiment," Kastor said. "It's Padawans that are most likely to find attachment, and much like Jedi training, the earlier that these Jedi can get used to attachments while still being made to understand about letting go, the better. If they have a Master to hopefully help them learn to let go, that can only be for the better. I will be the first to admit that attachment can be dangerous if it goes too far. I don't disagree with the Jedi Order's wariness of attachments, and never have. That is a fundamental difference between myself and Master Altiss. I just think by completely avoiding the issue, we're creating different hardships for those within our Order and stunting our growth as an Order."
"A fair point, Master Shan makes," Yoda said, his clawed hand gesturing around the Council chambers. "Mostly Padawans, are the ones that Masters have talked to about forming attachments. Many Knights or Masters may not wish to come out into the open, if disobey the Order's rules they have been. In addition, too ingrained in what was, Knights and Masters may be. This change, for Masters and Knights, it is, but more so for future Jedi. That future, Padawans and Younglings are."
"I am not currently aware of any Padawans that have formed attachments with any of their fellow Jedi," Even Piell said with a frown. "Most Masters tend to keep that between them and their student when possible. Those who have formed attachments with others outside of the Order will be too hard to observe."
"That's true, but those with partners outside of the Order could still be great examples of successful couples," Kastor said. "There's no reason to limit this to attachments between Jedi. By all accounts, we have a Jedi Master in this room who is currently married and has children. We could allow Master Mundi to bond with his family for this experiment."
Ki Adi shot him a surprised, but thankful nod, and Kastor nodded back.
"Hmm, talk about this more, we should," Yoda said. "Agree I do, about Master Mundi. Come up with a list of other potential candidates we must. Perhaps, as Master Gallia said, reach out to other Masters in our Order, we should, both for candidates, but also for outside opinions."
Kastor sighed, knowing he wasn't going to be heading to Euceron anytime soon, especially since this wasn't the only business he had with the High Council today. If it would help, he'd be open about his relationship with Fay, but he knew that the Council wouldn't truly care about him, since his stance was clear, and since Fay was hardly an active member in their Order.
**The Will of the Force**
Does he really think he's fooling me?
Obi-Wan's exasperation with his Padawan did not show on his face. Anakin's attempts to hide his excitement may have tricked the others, but Obi-Wan felt it charge the air. He had never seen Anakin compete in a Podrace, and Qui-Gon had not given him many details, but he knew how outrageously dangerous Podracing was. Obi-Wan could imagine that the prospects of Anakin once again pitting his skills and reflexes and daring in such a race would be irresistible.
However, a Jedi shouldn't seek thrills. Obi-Wan could understand a momentary tug toward the past. He would expect his Padawan to overcome it. A longing for such things was childish, in his opinion. As soon as they were alone, he would speak to Anakin about it . . .
"Obi-Wan, my friend?" Didi spoke in a low tone at his elbow. "A word?"
Liviani had received a call on her comlink and had turned away, so Obi-Wan followed Didi a few paces away from the others.
"I just wanted to say," Didi began, smoothing his tunic with plump fingers, "how my entire being is convulsed with joy to see your handsome and noble face once again –"
"You want a favor," Obi-Wan said flatly. He was fond of Didi, but he did not for one second think that Didi would hesitate to take advantage of their friendship.
Didi looked wounded. "Not a favor. Some company on a little errand –"
Obi-Wan began to turn away in dismissal.
"All right, all right! The truth! A favor!" Didi said quickly. He spread his hands, palms out, "but such a tiny one it hardly qualifies."
Obi-Wan closed his eyes for a second in irritation. Qui-Gon would ask for my patience.
"What is it?"
"Shortly after arriving in Eusebus, I bought a swoop bike," Didi said. "I thought it would make navigating these crowded streets much easier. However, hardly had I gone two meters when the engine . . . whoosh, kablam!" Didi's fingers traced an explosion in the air. "I want my money back, yet I fear that slimy son of a monkey-lizard will refuse me."
"But not if a Jedi is along," Obi-Wan said wearily.
"You would not have to do a thing! Just stand there and look invincible. Maybe casually take your lightsaber out and test it . . ."
"No. No lightsaber."
"Then your presence only." Didi put his hands together. "Such a big favor it would be, and I would repay it a thousand times over."
"Do you really think," Obi-Wan said, exasperated, "that I have time to help you make up a bad deal?"
"Of course not, you are so busy being strong and good," Didi said, "but while we are together, I can give you a behind-the-scenes, sneak-peek look at the Games. Bog is my son-in-law and on the Council. I have a unique perspective." Didi could see that Obi-Wan was unmoved. "Now, don't do it for Qui-Gon's sake. I would never want you to remember how much he loved me and how many times he helped me. Don't even mention his beloved name!"
"I don't have to," Obi-Wan said. "You just did."
But he knew from the first moment that Didi had drawn him aside that he would help him. The truth was that Obi-Wan had a soft spot for Didi just as vulnerable as Qui-Gon's had been, and he had come to see that it wasn't such a bad thing, to feel affection for a worthless scoundrel with a big heart.
Still, there were limits.
"I will give you ten minutes," Obi-Wan said.
"You are the best and kindest friend I ever –"
"Nine minutes, fifty-seven seconds –"
Didi's mouth snapped shut. "I will tell Astri. One moment."
Didi dashed off, and Siri came up next to Obi-Wan with Rhys. "You are worse than Qui-Gon," she said in an amused tone.
Obi-Wan shrugged. "I am still his Padawan in many ways."
"Ry-Gaul and I are going with Liviani. She has some swoops available for us so we can get an overview of the area. We're sending the Padawans off on their own. The opening rituals will begin in a few minutes."
"I'll keep in touch and meet up with you," Obi-Wan said. "This won't take long."
Siri cocked her head. Her hands slid into the pockets of the unisuit she wore instead of a tunic. "The amazing thing is that you actually believe that," she said and then she walked off.
Rhys grinned and Obi-Wan felt his warning bells go off.
"If you don't mind, my friend, I would love to accompany you, especially since I assume you're going after your Padawan afterwards."
Obi-Wan sighed. Rhys did know Anakin quite well, and it's not like Anakin had been at all subtle. He knew Siri had noticed too. Obi-Wan nodded.
"So, what is keeping Kastor from being here, if he's supposed to be?" Obi-Wan asked, curious.
"A lot of things," Rhys admitted. "I don't expect him to make it here anytime soon, depending on debates with the Council. Truthfully, if there wasn't such a large opportunity to find out some valuable intel, possibly seize a large amount of illegal funds, and find some new contacts, I might not have come myself."
"Oh?" Obi-Wan asked, interested.
He knew Kastor had his hands in many different pots when it came to the Criminal Underworld, and he also had a large nest of informants across the galaxy that reported on stuff ranging from crime to new technology and to changing political climates or warfare. Many Jedi did have networks like Kastor's, though like the Shadow he was, Obi-Wan knew he managed his network more stringently than others. That didn't factor in his own personal missions, personal interests, and things he did directly on the Council's orders.
It was one of the things that was frustrating Kastor the most in recent months . . . his network's inability to track down Magus. The bounty hunter was proving most elusive.
"Today's the Council's semi-annual meeting on you and Siri and relationships as a whole," Rhys said quietly, and Obi-Wan felt some pity for his old friend, knowing how tedious those meetings could be. He was still a little irritated that he and Siri were not present at these meetings, but he trusted Kastor and Adi to be their fiercest proponents and to argue for them.
"I assume that isn't all?" Obi-Wan said back, just as quietly.
Rhys nodded at Obi-Wan's words. "He's going to try and convince the Council to send the Agri Corps to all of the Mandalorian worlds, and he's going to try and convince them to let him attempt to act as an emissary to try and sooth some of the resentment between Mandalorians and Jedi. He hopes to possibly form an alliance between our Order and the Mandalorians."
Obi-Wan's eyes widened in surprise, knowing how the Council might see that. Afterall, it was the Republic and Jedi Order that had caused much of the destruction on many of the Mandalorian worlds back during the Mandalorian Excision over seven hundred years ago. He also knew that Kastor deeply disapproved of the Order and Republic's actions at that time, since he was from a time when Mandalorians had worked well with Jedi . . . at least on occasion.
"That's about a quarter of the list of things he has on his plate right now," Rhys said with a shake of his head. "The old man keeps finding himself too many new projects. Thankfully some of his projects run on their own, but I still will be happy when some of them finish for good and he can hopefully redirect his focus to himself."
Obi-Wan sighed. "You know there isn't much we can do about that. Maybe when this mission is over, if Siri or I or both of us get sent back to the Temple, and he's still there, we can try and talk to him again."
Rhys chuckled. "Maybe. He is better than he was when we had our little intervention. Fay helps a lot with that. Those bi-weekly communications between them are pretty much sacred to him, so he generally frees up time around them. I know she's able to get him to open up in ways that are harder for the rest of us. Plus, you and Siri call enough to help him keep grounded. Between you three and me, we're keeping him sane. If we continue, he'll be fine."
Obi-Wan smiled, glad that Kastor had Fay. He himself enjoyed weekly communications with Siri, though he kept them more casual than he would like when his Padawan was around. He could practically feel his Padawan's accusation about him not properly greeting Siri after the little incident earlier. Of course, the greeting he had to give frankly was pointless compared to how he would have liked to greet her: as the woman he loved.
Before Kastor, he never would have thought he'd enjoy the simple attachment of taking time, regardless of tasks, to just reach out and talk to a friend. It had done wonders for his spiritual and mental balance amidst the growing darkness in the galaxy. He'd even started communicating with Garen, Bant, Reeft, Taria, and Quinlan, all of whom were happy to stay in touch more often. It was further proof, to him, that attachments in the Order could thrive, even if it was just for small things like communicating with friends across the galaxy, since a Jedi's life often kept them all apart. Thinking about it, he might have to reach out to Fay, and think about calling Rhys personally, rather than just Kastor. He certainly considered both friends, and with Fay's pleasant company came her vast knowledge and experience which could be crucial for any number of missions. Plus, she was important to Rhys and Kastor, which made her important to him and Siri. Astri might be a good option too. He had heard she had married, but she was a good friend, and it was rather sad to him that he knew so little about her life except for on the occasions like today when the Force willed him a chance to see his old friend.
"It must be nice being on another mission with Siri," Rhys said a bit wistfully, but seeming perceptive to Obi-Wan's thoughts.
"It has been," Obi-Wan confirmed. "It would certainly be . . . nicer if we were able to openly be together for the little bit of down time we might find on a mission, but still, we have been quite fortunate recently to have found ourselves on several missions together."
Obi-Wan thought about what he'd noticed.
"What happened between you and Astri?" he asked.
Rhys glanced at him and shrugged. "I was a fool and I wasted her time."
"I suspect there was more to it than that," Obi-Wan said mildly. "I didn't even know you two had a thing."
"It wasn't for long," Rhys muttered. "Kas introduced us while we were on Coruscant, not long after I joined up with him. We hit it off. I'm sure I don't have to explain it to you. You may not love her in the way you do Siri, but you do love her, and know exactly how rare a woman Astri is."
"I do," Obi-Wan agreed easily. "She's a great friend. Loyal, brave, and she's intelligent, not to mention very pretty."
"Exactly," Rhys said. "I really wasn't looking to settle down . . . though I never really talked to Astri to see if she cared if I wanted to settle down in the traditional sense. I wrongly assumed. I wanted to keep being an Antarian Ranger, keep working with Kas, keep trying to fight the injustice in this galaxy, and I didn't want Kas to think that my mind was on a girl back on Coruscant."
"He never would have thought that," Obi-Wan said, seeing what Rhys was saying.
"Of course he wouldn't have," Rhys said with a chuckle. "We actually had that conversation right after Nar Shaddaa, when Siri finally came back to the Order."
"Oh?" Obi-Wan asked.
"Do you remember Maizie and Berri? I kind of had a thing with Berri before we dropped them off on Ryloth. We both knew nothing would come of it, and I think for her it was more just a chance to actually pick a romantic partner rather than have it forced on her."
Obi-Wan nodded in understanding.
"Regardless, we dropped them off, and during a conversation, I mentioned how I couldn't be with someone like Berri because someone had to watch Kastor's butt."
"Oh, I'm sure he didn't like that," Obi-Wan remarked, a bit humorously, knowing exactly how their old friend and mentor could be.
"Oh yeah. He scolded me quite sharply about how he hoped I'd find someone someday, and whether that meant he gained another crew member, lost one, or simply had to make more numerous trips to wherever, he would do it."
"Of course he would," Obi-Wan said. "So, you regret not taking a chance with Astri because maybe it could have worked?"
"Perhaps," Rhys admitted. "She's no stranger to danger, and she's a friend of the Jedi. She actually enjoyed managing that diner on Coruscant, though she did always want to make enough to eventually help other people. Wonder where she got that from?" Rhys said dryly, glancing at Obi-Wan. "She'll probably always be my what-if, you know? Still, she seems quite happy with this Bog guy, even if he is a bit of a fool, and as long as she's happy, then so am I."
"That's a mature outlook," Obi-Wan remarked. "Kastor's rubbing off on you."
"Ha, don't tell him that. I'll never live it down."
Obi-Wan chuckled. "Alright, let's go see about Didi's problem."
"Lead the way, big brother."
Obi-Wan snorted in amusement as he and Rhys made their way over to Didi, who was certainly not opposed to the Ranger coming with him, as it gave him another body to act as muscle for his cause.
"So you promised me inside information," Obi-Wan said to Didi.
They could not locate an air taxi, and all the Transits were full, so they had to walk to the swoop seller. Obi-Wan didn't mind. It gave him a chance to get a feeling of the streets. He reached out to the Force and received nothing alarming back.
"My son-in-law is an idiot."
Rhys snorted in amusement.
"That's not exactly the kind of information I had in mind," Obi-Wan said mildly.
Didi sighed. "You'd think Astri would have more sense. Did I raise her to fall for the first tall, handsome idiot who walked through my door? I did not! Is it my fault she picked such a stiff-necked, rule-following, small-spirited, mid-Rim, mid-minded, puffed-up bonehead?"
"Well, at least he's not a criminal," Obi-Wan said. "Maybe Astri wanted a quieter life. Maybe she was tired of dealing with a rule-breaking, truth-stretching, scam-running scoundrel of a father."
"So it is my fault," Didi sniffed.
"Astri has always made her own choices, Didi, and they are hers to make. Now, you said you had insider news on the Games."
"Bog thinks that by serving on the Council for the Games, he'll get the backing of some important beings in the Senate, and that he'll be assigned important committee assignments. All he does is talk, talk, talk about how important his role is and what it will mean for his future." Didi mimicked a snore. "Honestly, I don't know how Astri stands it. His big job has been arranging the seating for some big-shot Senators. Hoo-diggety-hoo."
"Didi, you said you had information," Obi-Wan said, glancing at Rhys who clearly was enjoying listening to Didi. "This is complaining."
"I have plenty of information," Didi said. "How can I not? Bog never stops talking, but he never says anything worth listening to. Oh, look, here we are." Didi paused in front of a shop with closed durasteel shutters.
"It doesn't look open," Obi-Wan observed. He also noted that Rhys was looking at the building with extreme interest now, which was certainly something to note in Obi-Wan's estimate. Rhys, like Kastor, always seemed to know far more than he tended to reveal. He'd learned well while working under the ancient Jedi Shadow.
"Oh, it is. The seller just doesn't want to attract too many customers."
"Really. That doesn't sound typical."
"It's a very exclusive shop." Didi turned to him. "Remember, you don't have to say anything. Just stand here and give that Jedi-ish look."
"I think I can manage it," Obi-Wan said dryly. "Tell me something, Didi. If you want to return a swoop, shouldn't you have brought it with you?"
"I can fetch it in moments. No need to worry."
"Sure he can," Rhys muttered under his breath, and Obi-Wan glanced at him, but he shook his head. Obi-Wan was now quite sure that Rhys knew more than he was letting on, a thought confirmed when Rhys backed off, keeping himself out of immediate sight.
Didi rapped a rhythmic knock on the door. Several seconds later the door slid open. Obi-Wan realized that the pause of a few seconds meant that they had just undergone some security check. Was the shop-owner concerned about vandalism or theft? It was possible, since Eusebus was crowded with strangers.
But the security measures seemed excessive for a swoop seller. Obi-Wan stepped into the dim interior, fully aware that Didi could be leading him into his usual swamp of deception. Didi didn't so much as lie as leave crucial pieces of information out.
You owe me one, Qui-Gon.
"Good afternoon, good afternoon," Didi said to a massive creature who suddenly loomed out of the shadows in the shop. The being was two meters taller than Obi-Wan. Each fifteen-fingered hand was the size of a bantha haunch.
There were six swoops parked in a random fashion around the open space. There were no other customers and no sign of business that Obi-Wan could see.
"You may remember me," Didi said. "Didi Oddo. I was in yesterday."
The massive creature said nothing, just watched Didi with flat eyes.
"Then again, you may not," Didi said nervously. "This is my very good friend, the great Jedi Knight, Obi-Wan Kenobi. Obi-Wan, this is my swoop seller, Uso Yso."
The creature did not shift his gaze from Didi's face.
"Obviously you are a creature of action and I should get right to the point," Didi said. "The swoop I bought yesterday . . . I have changed my mind."
A flicker of alertness lit Uso Yso's opaque gaze.
"I would like my money back," Didi said, trying to sound forceful. "The swoop is not . . . not what I expected. No doubt I will return another day to buy a . . . different swoop, but not this one."
Finally, Uso Yso spoke. "No."
Didi took a delicate step backward. "One moment."
He leaned back and whispered to Obi-Wan. "Can't you draw your lightsaber or Jedi-move something? You don't have to kill him."
"No," Obi-Wan said flatly.
"A deal is a deal," Uso Yso said, crossing his huge arms. "You are insulting me with your presence. I do not like to be insulted."
"Ah, no insult intended. None at all," Didi said rapidly. "Just a polite request. Surely there beats a heart underneath that . . . ah, magnificent physique."
"Two hearts, actually," Uso Yso said. He withdrew an electrojabber from his belt. "Would you like to continue the argument?"
Didi froze, staring at the weapon. He took another step back. "No argument. Just a thought. Such a pleasant afternoon. We must be going."
Didi almost ran from the shop. Obi-Wan followed. The door slid shut behind them, and Obi-Wan turned to Didi's disgustedly.
"That was no swoop seller," he accused him.
Rhys chuckled, approaching from the shadows. "Not even close."
"An unusual type, yes," Didi said. "Most helpful. Well, it's been such an unexpected pleasurable experience to see you, my friend, but I must be going –"
Obi-Wan stepped into his path. "Explain."
Rhys moved to block any escape.
"Most happy to oblige, Obi-Wan," Didi said. "It is possible that the swoop seller might have an additional business."
"Ah," Obi-Wan said, unimpressed.
"Perhaps he sells swoops – I am sure he does, in fact, a few here and there – but that was not my business with him," Didi said evasively. His eyes darted about as if trying to find an escape route.
"Your business with him was?" Obi-Wan asked, delicately.
"A small bet," Didi said. He held up his hands as Obi-Wan glowered at him. "Such a tiny bet! On one of the events. Even the Jedi must realize that such an opportunity exists here on Euceron and there will be many who wish to place a wager!"
"Certainly we realize that," Obi-Wan said, giving Didi a sharp glance. "It is also illegal. The Senate has banned gambling on the Galactic Games, and for good reason. It attracts criminals."
Didi nodded, frowning. "True. It would attract the wrong sort. Unlike me, who only places a bet now and again for the fun of it."
Rhys snorted in amusement.
Obi-Wan sighed. "So why did you try to get your money back?"
"I was too impulsive," Didi confessed. "One of my faults, along with my generosity, that gets me into trouble. I made a wager and then my guilt overwhelmed me."
"Guilt my ass," Rhys muttered, getting a slight glare from Didi.
"Since when have you felt guilty about breaking the law?" Obi-Wan asked, fully agreeing with Rhys's assessment.
"I prefer to think I bend it, Obi-Wan, but that's not what caused my great guilt. It is because the credits I used were not mine."
"Whose were they?" Obi-Wan sensed he was nearing the real story at last.
"Bog and Astri's." Didi hung his head. "It was wrong. You can not reproach me more than I have reproached myself, but they have a little wealth hidden away for some land Bog wishes to purchase, and this purchase will not be made for some time. The credits were just lying there! Such a waste. I assumed I could take the credits, make the bet, collect my winnings, and return the credits I borrowed without Astri knowing."
"And what if you lost?"
"I had such a sure tip, I did not think it possible."
Obi-Wan tapped a finger on his belt. Drawing information out of Didi was like trying to siphon water from sand. "If it is such a sure thing, why do you want your money back?"
"My guilt happened!" Didi said, his brown eyes wide. "I can't do that to Astri."
"And yet you did," Rhys said, frowning.
"And you also discovered that Bog and Astri would need the credits sooner than you thought," Obi-Wan guessed.
"Well, they happened to meet the owner of the land they want to buy here at the Games, and he is willing to sell at last . . ."
"So they will find the credits missing." Obi-Wan sighed. "There is only one thing to do. Confess what you've done to Astri. She will forgive you. She always does."
"Yes, doesn't she? That is a good idea, my friend. That is exactly what I will do."
Obi-Wan knew perfectly well that Didi would do nothing of the kind. "And do not involve me any further in your schemes," he said sternly. "You are on your own from now on. You cannot use the Jedi Order to threaten others."
"Not I!" Didi exclaimed in a hurt tone. "How can you say this, when I am the biggest supporter of the Jedi in the galaxy? I did give you insider information, after all," he pointed out. "You now know the most important bookie at the Games."
"Am I supposed to thank you now?" Obi-Wan asked incredulously.
"It is good information," Rhys offered up fairly, a glint of amusement in his eyes.
"No, no, of course not. Thanks is never what I want," Didi said.
"Thanks are never what you deserve," Obi-Wan murmured.
"Ah, you joke." Didi smiled. "Then you are not angry with me. What a noble being you are, Obi-Wan Kenobi! How lucky I am to have you as a friend!"
"Not for much longer, if you try this again," Obi-Wan said. "Now I've wasted enough time. I must do my duty."
"Of course. Vastly more important than my humble problems. Do not worry about me. I will be fine," Didi said bravely.
Shaking his head, Obi-Wan left Didi, no doubt to concoct further schemes to get himself out of trouble. The gleam in Didi's eyes told him that.
"Now I assume the plan is to go find your over-exuberant Padawan," Rhys said once they'd separated.
"Indeed," Obi-Wan said with a sigh. "I assume he's already found where the Podracing is. Are you coming?"
Rhys seemed to think about it for a moment. "No, I'm going to take a look at this gambling operation a bit more. This might be a prime opportunity to hurt criminal networks by seizing illicit funds. It really depends on how big of an operation this is . . . but if it's as big as I think it is, then I need to look into it."
Obi-Wan nodded. "Then I guess this is where we part ways. I was going to check in with Ry-Gaul and Siri. Do you want one of them to come give you back up?"
"No," Rhys responded with a grin, "but if I need help, I'll comm you or Siri."