Star Wars: The Last of the Jedi, Volume 3 (10 page)

“Solace takes care of us,” a woman said.

“Solace brings us what we need,” someone called.

They were talking about Guide, Ferus realized. Solace wasn’t a place—it was a person.

This was how they survived. They were scavengers. They spread the rumor of Solace above, and when Guide led a group back, they stole from them and used their credits or items of value to buy
supplies. That was all painfully clear.

He felt the steady support of Keets, Oryon, and the others next to him. Trever’s fingers appeared to be hooked into his belt, but Ferus knew he was fishing for a small explosive device.
Maybe a smoke grenade.

The first line of settlers charged. Trever tossed the grenade, and the smoke rolled toward their attackers. At the same moment, Ferus drew his lightsaber, ready to deflect the blaster bolts he
was sure would be streaking toward him.

He saw someone somersaulting through the smoke and air, and he held his lightsaber ready.

“Wait!”

The command came from Solace, who landed directly in front of the group. Everyone froze.

He walked forward. It was so quiet they could hear his boots click on the walkway.

He came close to Ferus, so close the glowing tip of the lightsaber was only millimeters from his chest.

“Jedi,” he said.

“Unfortunately for you, yes,” Ferus said.

Solace held up the glowlamp and examined Ferus’s features. “Not quite, I think.”

“Not quite what?” He wasn’t supposed to be having a conversation, he was supposed to be fighting, but he certainly didn’t mind the delay. It gave him more time to look
for openings, avenues of escape, individuals who looked more competent than others, hidden weapons.

“You should have done that already, Not-Quite-a-Jedi,” Solace said. “You should have done it the first moment you arrived.”

“Are you giving me lessons?”

“Obviously, you need them.
Padawan
.”

Admittedly, Ferus’s instincts seemed to fail him at the worst times. But he suddenly understood what was off about their guide, and what he should have guessed all along.

“You’re Fy-Tor,” he said. “You’re a Jedi.”

“It’s about time.” Their “guide” slowly removed his helmet. Ferus recognized her now. Fy-Tor had pitched her voice deeper, moved differently, but he knew her.

She was gaunt, her cheeks hollowed. Her forehead marking was still there, but it was faint now, a faded tattoo. She had shaved her dark hair, but her blue eyes were still piercing.

She held up a hand.

“These are not for you,” she called to the settlers. “Disperse.”

The crowd melted away, except for one man who remained a few steps behind her. His hands rested on his thick utility belt as though he was prepared to defend Fy-Tor at any moment.

She spoke to him without turning. “Donal. Can you get Ferus’s companions some food? They’ve been walking most of the night.”

“Of course.”

“No one will hurt you now,” she told them.

The Erased moved off, but Trever stayed stubbornly by Ferus’s side.

Fy-Tor raised an eyebrow. “Your apprentice?”

“I wouldn’t say that,” Ferus said.

“Me either,” Trever said.

“We’ve been looking for you, Fy-Tor,” Ferus continued.

She held up a hand. “Don’t use that name. I’ve left it behind. I’m Solace now. You left the Jedi. Some sort of spat between Padawans, I heard.”

A
spat
? Ferus remembered the depths of his heartache, his guilt. “Hardly a spat.”

“So you say. Where did you find that lightsaber?”

“It was a gift from Garen Muln. The Jedi you left in the cave at Illum. The one you said you’d return for.”

“I tried.”

“So you say.”

They faced each other, close to adversaries now. Ferus didn’t know how it happened, but it had. He wouldn’t back down, although he could tell she was waiting. Either she still
thought of him as a Padawan, or she was used to subservience from the settlers here. That was apparent in the way she gave orders, the way she expected them to move when she told them to move.

“I see we’re off to a good start,” she said. “Come on, Olin, let’s sit and you can tell me why you were looking for me. Step into my office.”

She sat astride a bench fashioned from what appeared to be a reclaimed speeder seat. Ferus sat, too. Trever crouched on the floor. The expression on his face was wary; he didn’t trust
Solace yet. Neither did Ferus. The reunion he’d imagined taking place had been filled with relief and emotion, the core of understanding between Jedi. This wasn’t even close. Solace was
unreadable to him, and she seemed to have no wish to connect, Jedi to Jedi. Instead, so far she’d taken every opportunity to remind him that he wasn’t one.

“I know of another Jedi who is alive, besides Garen,” Ferus said. Although Obi-Wan had given him permission to tell other Jedi that he was alive, Ferus elected to wait with details
until he had a better grasp of what Solace was like. He was still bothered by the fact that she had led them here and then turned her back indifferently to their fate. Whatever had happened to her
had pushed her very far from the Jedi path.

“He is in exile, but Garen and I have established a secret base for any Jedi I can find. If we gather together again, we can become stronger.”

Solace took this in. “You’re serious? You’re going to travel the galaxy, picking up stray Jedi—who may not even exist—and bring them to some camp?” She gave a
bark of a laugh. “Count me out!”

“If we stay together, we’ll be better able to fight when the time comes.”

Solace shook her head. “The galaxy is controlled by the Sith. They’ve killed us all. Your plan is doomed, Ferus, and I want no part of it.” She spread her arms.
“I’ve got everything I need here.”

“Beings who worship you,” Ferus said. “Yes, I can see you have all the attention and service you could want.”

She refused to be baited. “What’s wrong with that?” she asked. “I’ve taken those who the Empire would have squashed like slugs and given them a safe place to live.
What makes you think your plan is so much better than mine?”

“We were destroyed,” Ferus said quietly. “Betrayed. Even our younglings were slaughtered. What makes you so indifferent to that?”

Solace looked away, down through the grating to the ocean below. “Those were black days, and I don’t choose to revisit them.”

“Someday we can rise against them,” Ferus said. “I believe that with my whole heart. And if I can help in any small way, protect even one Jedi, then I’ve pledged myself
to that.”

“May the Force be with you, then,” Solace said. “But I’m not going anywhere. I’ve got a good deal here. I go on the occasional bounty-hunting job to finance this
place. It’s filled with beings I trust. The Empire doesn’t know where to find me. It doesn’t even know I’m alive.”

“I’m afraid they do,” Ferus said. “Trever and I broke into the Temple and overheard the head Inquisitor Malorum with Darth Vader. Vader knows you’re alive, though
he doesn’t seem to care much. He’s a Sith.”

“There are always two,” she said. “I didn’t know who they were, but of course that makes sense.”

“Malorum knows you’re alive, too. He’s planning to take back the sublevels of Coruscant, to go all the way down to the crust. That’s why the Erased came down
here—to see if they’d be safe. But Malorum also mentioned that he’d planted a spy near you.”

“A spy? Here? I don’t believe it.”

“I don’t know if it’s true, I’m only telling you what I heard. He could have been trying to impress Vader.” Ferus waited a beat. “But can you take that
chance?”

Solace didn’t answer.

Ferus leaned closer. “They’ve kept the lightsabers.”

Solace looked up.

“Hundreds of them. Maybe more. From the Jedi they killed.”

She clasped her hands and leaned forward, resting her forehead against them.

“They’re lying in one of the storage rooms, gathering dust.”

“What do you want from me?” she asked.

“I’m only here to find a Jedi....”

She took another breath, then lifted her head. “We should go back to the Temple.”

Ferus wasn’t expecting this. “What?”

“We’ll get inside and find out what they’re planning, for the settlers here and for the Erased.”

“I don’t think we can,” Ferus said. “The security will have been tightened.”

“We’ll steal the lightsabers back. If, as you say, there are more Jedi alive, we’ll have lightsabers for a whole army, if we need it. In any case, you can hide them. They
shouldn’t lie with the Sith.” Her face hardened. “It’s a...desecration.”

“I agree, but—”

“And I’ll discover who the spy is, if there is one. Too much is at stake. We can leave immediately.”

“Solace, wouldn’t it make more sense to abandon this place and leave Coruscant altogether? Even if you don’t want to come to the asteroid, the galaxy is a big place. You can
find somewhere to hide.”

“I’m tired of running. They’ve driven me here. Here is where I stay.”

“We just left the Temple a few days ago. I don’t think it’s possible to get in and get out now. Let alone navigate once we’re inside. They’ll be on full
alert.”

“Double full
extra
red alert,” Trever put in.

“How did you get in?” Solace asked. Her face was intent. Ferus saw that she had already made up her mind.

“Through one of the towers, then down through the service tunnel to the main building.”

“The hard way.”

“I didn’t say it was easy.”

“Why didn’t you go through the supply turbolift shaft along the southeast wall?”

“There is no supply turbolift shaft on that side.”

“Of course, you don’t know about it....It was built during the Clone Wars. We had so many more pilots, so much more gear to move back and forth to the hangar. The main shaft runs
vertically up from the storage areas and then connects to a horizontal shaft that runs to the living quarters. Was that part of the Temple destroyed?”

“No, it’s been damaged, but much of it’s still intact.”

Solace reached into her belt and withdrew a small device. She sent a holographic map spinning into the air. It was a schematic of the Temple.

She pointed. “You see? The shaft is here and runs from the base of the building. You can connect to the horizontal shaft here. Then it connects to the main turbolift shaft in the
spire.”

“The spire is damaged.”

“I know, but it doesn’t matter. They probably don’t use this turbolift. There’s no reason to—it mainly served the living quarters and the hangar. Where is
Malorum?”

“In what used to be Yoda’s quarters.”

“Then his office is here. It’s only a short distance from the shaft.”

Ferus felt his blood quicken. Was it possible? But he shook his head. “Even if we could use the new turbolift, how will we get in?”

“I have a way. Unlike most of the buildings at that level, the Temple was built by sinking pillars into the crust. I’ve found those pillars. We can follow them up to the base. Then
we can break right into the new turbolift shaft.”

“Through the floor?”

“We’d have to blast it,” Trever said. “They’d be on us in seconds.”

“No, I have a different way.” Solace sprang to her feet. “Let me show you.”

They stood in front of a small, two-person craft. It was the oddest thing Ferus had ever seen. It looked like an ARC-170 with a cut-off nose. Devices he didn’t recognize
were set into the hull.

“I can see it’s a vehicle, but I can’t figure it out. Looks like it could be an interceptor, but...”

Solace grinned. “I started with a shell and built it myself. It’s a hybrid—a fighter with a mole-miner capability. I bought the mole miner and took out the plasma jets.
They’re mounted below. I had to remove the shields and the laser cannons, so I lost some defensive and offensive capability, but it’s still fast. The ship can burrow through solid rock.
It can get through the base of the Temple, I promise you.”

“But why did you build it in the first place?” Ferus asked.

“I live under the crust. I need an exit strategy. So, what do you say? I’m going. Are you in or out?”

Ferus looked at Trever. It might be foolhardy, but it might be brilliant. They could steal back the lightsabers. They could raid Malorum’s files. He could find out what Malorum had learned
about Polis Massa. He could find a way to stop him, follow through on his promise to Obi-Wan. This could be his only chance.

“I’m in,” he said.

“You’re not going without me,” Trever said.

Ferus’s expression clearly said
not this again.
But Trever didn’t care. He wasn’t going to be left behind. He’d been left behind before. By his mother, by his
father, by his brother. Each time, they’d said
It’s too dangerous. You’ll be safe here.

Each time they said
I’ll be back.

“It’s a two-person ship,” Ferus said. “There’s no room. I’ll be back—”

“No! Don’t say that,” Trever warned. “Just...don’t. I can help. I’ve been to the Temple. I’m small—I can get into tight spaces. And you’ll
need some blasting expertise.”

Solace looked at him doubtfully, and he bristled.

“I’ve got half- and quarter-alpha charges, and I’ve made my own mini-blasts,” Trever said. “No noise, no smoke, just sweet entry anywhere you want to go.”