Star Wars: The Last of the Jedi, Volume 3 (7 page)

Dexter beckoned to them with three of his four hands. Ferus and Trever stepped uneasily into the dark bar. Only a few steps behind them, the disappointed crew followed,
muttering darkly about what they’d missed out on.

They sat at a small table that was dwarfed by Dex’s bulk. Waving the others away, he fixed his friendly, beady eyes on Ferus.

“Ferus Olin, is it? I remember when Siri would bring you by. And here I thought you left Coruscant behind forever. That would have been a smart move. And who is this with you?”

“Trever Flume,” Trever supplied.

“Well, Trever Flume and Ferus Olin, what brings you down to these parts?”

“Obi-Wan said you would help me,” Ferus said. “I just left him a few days ago.”

Dexter leaned backward. All four hands went to his chest as he let out a gusty breath. “You should prepare a fellow for news like that. He’s alive. That’s good to hear. Where
is he?”

“I can’t tell you that,” Ferus said. “But he sends his regards.”

“Well, if you see him, tell him Dexter Jettster is still his friend.”

“He’ll be glad to hear you’re well.”

“Well?” Dexter chortled. “I wouldn’t go that far. Not that far, at all. But I’m surviving.”

“You’re one of the Erased.”

“Erased I am. No name, no background, nothing to declare except—I’m alive.” He chuckled again, but this time ruefully. “Obi-Wan spoke too soon. I doubt I have help
to give you. But if you’ve come to be Erased, I can put you in touch with the right channels. I can find you a place to stay for a bit—not too long, because the Erased have to keep
moving. Some of us keep track of one another, some of us disappear. There are no judgments down here. Whatever you do to survive, you do.”

Ferus glanced over at the long metal bar. The group that had followed the Whiphid outside were lined up against it, their backs to the bar, their eyes on him. The Whiphid stood behind the bar,
moving a dirty rag back and forth and watching, too.

“Now, don’t worry about them. They’re just looking out for me. It’s best to intimidate any visitors. Creatures come down here looking for thrills, and we send ’em
back to where they came from. A little worse for wear, but alive. Ha! Ha! If I say you’re all right, you’ll be welcome enough.”

“Who are they?” Trever asked curiously.

“A mixed lot, I’d say,” Dexter answered. “Any-one the Empire was hounding. Heroes and villains. Some journalists, some former Republic army officers. Maybe some criminals
mixed in.”

Ferus gave a sidelong glance at the slythmonger. “I noticed that.”

Dexter slapped both knees with four hands. “Hah! You’re speaking of Keets.”

“Yeah, the one who couldn’t wait to run us through with a vibroshiv,” Trever said.

“Ah, his growl is worse than his chomp,” Dex said. “And he wasn’t a criminal in the old days. He was a journalist, writing for the
Coruscant Holo Net.
One of the
first to ask why Palpatine was grabbing all the power even while he was smiling at us, telling us he was protecting us.”

“Not Keets Freely?” Ferus asked, astonished. He had read Freely’s commentaries during the Clone Wars.

“The very same. And the Bothan fellow with the tangled mane—that’s Oryon, one of the best spies the Republic ever had. The human female with the spiked hair-horns? Rhya Taloon,
the Senator from Agridorn. Can’t go back to her homeworld—she’s got a death mark on her head. So she escaped. See that Svivreni? He was a Senate aide. And the tall humanoid? An
officer in the Army of the Republic. Not a clone. Don’t ask about the brothers—the ones standing next to each other who look alike? They haven’t told us who they are.”

Ferus looked around the room again, this time in surprise. “Here it is,” he said, excitement underneath his words. “Right here, in this room. Seeds for the rebellion. Here is
where it will begin, in places like this.”

Dexter laughed. “We’re a long way from rebellion, young Olin. We’re just trying to survive. Coruscant used to be a decent place to live, if you didn’t mind a billion
beings breathing your air. Things have changed. There are spies around, of course. But even ordinary Coruscanti just trying to get by are having a real hard time. Bribes and
intimidation—that’s a way of life now.”

“We were just at the Jedi Temple,” Ferus said. “We’ve seen the damage there.”

“They say there are Jedi imprisoned there.”

“There aren’t.”

“Didn’t think there would be. That’s why I warned the other one.”

Ferus’s alertness sharpened. “What other one?”

“She didn’t give me her name.”

“A Jedi—a human woman, with a small facial marking on her forehead—”

“That’s the one. She heard I’d been a friend to the Jedi and sought me out. That was before I Erased myself. I couldn’t give her much—I was surprised that any Jedi
was alive at all. But I did tell her not to go to the Temple. She went down below instead, into the deepest sublevels.”

“Do you know where, exactly?” Ferus asked.

“No idea, my friend. But recently I got a message. If I ever need her, she said, I should look for Solace.”

“Solace?”

“A word I’ve been hearing more and more lately.”

“But where is it?”

Dex shrugged. “Don’t know. I haven’t needed her yet.”

Ferus looked around. “There’s something you should know. The Empire is planning a strike down here. They want to wipe out the Erased. You’re all becoming bothersome to the new
regime. They want to control Coruscant all the way down to the crust.”

Dex stroked his chin with his thick, gnarled fingers. “That won’t be easy, even for the Empire.”

“Darth Vader has made it his personal mission.”

“Darth Vader? That’s another story.” Dex frowned in thought, the deep furrows in his face collapsing until his eyes disappeared. Then he looked up again at Ferus.
“You’ll need a guide if you’re going below.”

“Do you have someone in mind?”

“Maybe, maybe. But first, a small parley with the gang.”

Dex signaled to the others and they retired to another room in the back of the cantina. It turned out that the building was an old relay power station, and it still held
abandoned turbines. The Erased had hooked up their own power system here, and the air was filled with steam and a constant humming noise.

“Makes it hard for surveillance to get a fix on voices,” Dex explained to Ferus and Trever. “You’ve got some here who are a little touchy about being
overheard.”

Seven of the Erased sat at the table along with Dex. The others had melted away, not even willing to sit and talk with outsiders. The Whiphid stayed at the bar.

The Erased all turned to Dexter to begin, and Ferus realized that he was a kind of unofficial leader here.

“My friend here is Ferus Olin, a former Jedi.”

“Jedi apprentice,” Ferus corrected.

“And this is his friend...”

Trever chimed in with his name.

“Ferus tells me that the Empire is planning to try to eradicate us, and I trust his information,” Dexter continued. “We all knew it would happen. Just sooner than we’d
like.”

“We’re not prepared for this,” the Svivreni said. He was stocky, with a narrow, furred face. His hair reached the back of his knees and was held back with a thick metal
band.

“This is Curran Caladian,” Dexter told Ferus and Trever.

“I knew a Tyro Caladian,” Ferus said. Tyro had been a friend of Obi-Wan’s, and a good source of information. Ferus had met him a number of times. He had been one of twenty-one
beings killed in the great Senate massacre, a few years before the Clone Wars began.

“My cousin,” Curran said. “We started out as aides at the Senate together.” He gave Ferus a look of recognition. “You were there that day—at the massacre. You
saved Palpatine’s life.”

Ferus nodded. He had reasons to remember this. He knew now that he couldn’t have possibly saved Palpatine’s life that day. Palpatine, he felt sure, had been supremely in control at
every moment, had perhaps even foreseen the attacks and turned them to his advantage. Certainly his courage under fire had netted him more supporters than ever.

“Is that so?” Dex slapped four hands on his massive legs. “If only you’d moved a little to the left that day, Ferus, we all might be in better shape! Ha!”

Ferus acknowledged the joke with a slight smile. He felt that nothing he could have done that day would have made a difference.

“Back to the subject at hand,” Dex said. “Or hands. Seems to me we have some decisions to make. First, we should warn the others. Everyone is on their own, of course. But if
some of us can help, we should help.”

“Help how?” The tall man who Dex had called a former officer spoke up.

“Offer the Erased a place to go if they need it. Leave the orange district.”

The man nodded. “We’ve got to go deeper.”

“I agree with Hume,” Rhya Taloon said. Ferus could not connect the image of this woman, her silver hair twisted into horns, holsters crisscrossing her chest, with the image of a
Senator.

“Our strength lies in our bond,” the Bothan Oryon said. “We should find a place we’ll all be safe. Not just us, but any Erased who wish to join us.”

The two young men who Dexter had referred to as brothers sat together. They followed the conversation carefully, looking from one speaker to another at the same moment. They nodded in
agreement.

“Gilly and Spence are right,” Dexter said, even though the two young men hadn’t spoken. “Now what about Solace?”

Rhya Taloon spoke up. “I’ve heard rumors about it. A kind of refuge, they say. Secret. Safe. Impossible to find, yet many find their way there.”

“I say we find it,” Dexter said. “Ferus has got the skills to protect us on the journey.”

Me?
Ferus thought.
Since when did I volunteer?

Keets Freely gave a long look around at the sweeping machines, the pools of rusty water, and the grimy walls. “And leave all this?” he joked.

Wait a second
, Ferus thought.
I thought I was getting a guide, not leading a group.
He shot a look at Dexter. His eyes were twinkling...if you could say such a thing were possible
for a Besalisk’s beady eyes.

Oh, well. He’d been outmaneuvered. But he didn’t mind doing Dexter a favor. He’d do it for Obi-Wan’s sake. And to help find the lost Jedi.

Trever didn’t mind. That was clear by the grin on his face. He liked these people. No doubt they reminded him of the black marketers he lived with on Bellassa.

“Take a vote, then,” Dexter suggested.

Slowly, weapons were raised. All seven Erased agreed to go.

“I’ll be staying here,” Dex said. “I’m not as mobile as I was. I’ll warn the others to stay low—well, lower than normal—and I’ll wait to
hear from you.”

As they went to collect their weapons and belongings, Ferus talked to Dexter.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice how you trapped me into this,” he said.

“Where’s your spirit of adventure, young Olin?” Dexter chortled and slapped him on the back, sending him shooting forward. He saved himself from crashing into a column just in
time.

“I should tell you something, Dexter. If you’re relying on the skills of a Jedi, I dropped out of the Order some time ago. I’m a little rusty.”

“I’d rather have a Jedi at half-power than a battalion of stormtroopers any day,” Dexter assured him. “And call me Dex. I have a feeling this is the beginning of a long
friendship.”

The Erased left to gather the few belongings they needed to take, and Ferus took the opportunity to gain some privacy and contact Obi-Wan. He withdrew into a little-used part
of the space and took out his comlink.

They had agreed on a coded signal before they parted, and Obi-Wan answered at once. A flickering mini-hologram appeared, and Obi-Wan flipped back his hood.

“News?”

“Hey, Obi-Wan, glad to see you, too.”

Obi-Wan frowned. “You are supposed to contact me for emergencies only.”

“Well, it’s not an emergency, so I guess you don’t want to hear what I have to say. Bye!”

“Hello, Ferus,” Obi-Wan said wearily. “How are you?”

“Nothing a few days of rest on Belazura wouldn’t cure. I’m here with your friend Dexter Jettster. He sends his regards.”

“Dex! I’m glad to hear it.”

“He’s got a death mark on his head, but he’s alive. Listen, I broke into the Temple with Trever and overheard something of interest about Polis Massa.”

Obi-Wan straightened. “Yes?”

“Darth Vader doesn’t care about it. Whatever it is. In fact, he forbade Malorum to pursue any inquiry.”

“That’s good.”

“No, that’s bad. Because Malorum is trying to become the Emperor’s right-hand man and boot out Vader. So he’s going to pursue it.”

“Do you know what he knows?”

“No, I didn’t get that far. The wall caved in.”

“You have to find out. You must be alert for any inquiry into the death of Senator Padmí Amidala as well. Do you think you could get back into the Temple?”

“Trever and I barely got
out.
”

Obi-Wan folded his hands into the sleeves of his cloak. “You know I can’t leave here, Ferus. And I don’t want to put you and Trever in danger. But Malorum has to be
stopped.”

“I’ll stop him for you, Obi-Wan,” Ferus said. “I don’t know how, I don’t even know why. But I’ll do it.”

“May the Force be with you.”

“You know, I’m beginning to realize that it actually
is
with me. Still.”

“Of course it is, Ferus.” Obi-Wan’s voice was warm now. “Depend on it.”