"CROSSROADS OF THE FORCE"
CHAPTER SIX
ANCHORHEAD, TATOOINE
The burly man strode casually along one of Anchorhead's dusty streets, accompanied by two children. The golden protocol droid followed closely behind, filling their ears with incessant chatter.
"I really do not see why Miss Padme had left behind and taken Artoo," the droid complained. "As a protocol droid, I have knowledge of over six million forms of communication in my programming. Surely, I could have serve as interpreter for Miss Pad . . ."
"Not now, Threepio!" Luke barked. "Now is not the time for you to be complaining about being left behind. Mother has made her decision."
The protocol droid sounded affronted by his young charge's outburst. "Well really, Master Luke! I did not realize . . ."
"One other thing, Threepio," Owen added, "I don't think it's a good idea for you to be bandying Miss Padme's name out loud. There might be Imperial ears listening."
"Yes, Master Owen."
The group finally reached a poundstone store that sold power converters at the street's south end. Uncle Owen turned to Luke and Leia. "I want you two to wait here. Threepio and I will be right back."
"You need me, Master Owen?" the droid asked.
With a sigh, the moisture farmer replied, "Yes, Threepio. I need you to translate the binary language for the moisture vaporators." He nodded at Luke and Leia. "And you two, stay close." Then he and Threepio entered the shop.
The twins settled on a small bench outside of the shop. Nearly ten minutes passed before Leia heaved a loud sigh. "I'm bored," she muttered darkly. "I thought that Anchorhead would be more exciting than this."
Luke rolled his eyes. His sister could be quite a grouch at times. "Then you should have stayed at the farm."
"And spend hours in the company of two women barely able to conduct a conversation with each other?" Leia snorted. "Thanks, but no thanks."
Another three minutes passed. Leia opened her mouth for another complaint, but Luke spotted a familiar figure. "Hey! It's Biggs!" Then he cried out, "Biggs!" A dark-haired boy around the twins' ages stared at the twins. A smile lit up this thin face, before he waved. Luke waved back and stood up.
"Luke, where are you going?" Leia demanded. "Uncle Owen told us to stay here." The fair-haired boy ignored his sister and rushed toward his best friend. "Luke!"
The two boys met in the middle of the street and slapped each other on the backs. "Hey Luke!" Biggs Darklighter greeted. "What are you doing here on Tatooine? Your family usually don't visit until another two months from now." Biggs happened to be the son of a wealthy land magnate . . . and Luke's best friend for the past six years.
Luke shrugged. "Leia and I are staying with our uncle, while Mother is on a business trip. Are you with your father?"
Biggs pointed at the Weary Traveler Tavern. "He's in there, getting a drink. I saw you and Leia. Where's your uncle?"
"Buying a new moisture vaporator," Luke answered.
Biggs nodded. "Maybe your uncle can allow you to visit our home before you leave. Dad just bought me a new skyhopper. A suborbital T-12 model." A wide grin appeared on his face. "The wings' span are this wide, and . . ." As he threw out his arms, his left hand knocked against a burlap sack held by a passing pedestrian. Bottles of liquor fell out of the sack and crashed upon the ground. Luke detected the strong odor of alcohol.
Tall, burly and grizzled, the pedestrian cast an intimidating glare at the Biggs. "Clumsy brat!" he growled. "Look at what you've done! I had paid a good amount of wupiupi for those bottles of ale."
"I'm sorry, sir," a slightly frightened Biggs pleaded. "It was an accident."
The man retorted, "Sorry doesn't mean anything! I'm out of 200 wupiupi and some good Spiced Ale!" He grabbed Biggs by the latter's tunic. "It's gonna take more than an apology to make up for my loss, boy!"
Luke decided to help Biggs escape the man's grip. "Hey! Let go of my friend! He said that he was sorry!" Then Luke tried to pry the man's fingers from Biggs' tunic. His efforts ended in vain, when the man shoved Luke aside with a free hand. The eleven year-old's rump landed on the ground.
"Luke!" Leia rushed forward and helped her brother to his feet. She then rounded furiously on the man. "You bully! I suppose you consider yourself brave for picking on boys half your age!"
Sensing the man's growing ire, Luke grabbed his sister's shoulders and drew her back. "No! Leia! Don't!" he hissed.
But Leia's temper had passed the point of no return. "Why don't you let our friend go? What can you possibly achieve by bullying a twelve year-old boy?"
With Biggs still in his grip, the man leaned down and sneered at Leia. "Mighty fine words coming out of the mouth of a little girl. Your friend just cost me 200 wupiupi. One way or the other, I'm getting payback!"
"By bullying a child?"
"Is there a problem?" another masculine voice asked. The three children and the pedestrian stared at the robed figure that had materialized before them. Luke immediately recognized the mysterious man who had joined Mother, Uncle Bail and another man at Mos Eisley. "You seemed to have that young man in a rather tight grip, Mister . . .?"
The man snarled, "The name is Oswald Rankin and this matter is none of your concern!"
"What has the boy done to you?"
Looking slightly annoyed, Rankin retorted, "He had cost me two hundred wupiupi, when he broke my bottles of very expensive Corellian Spiced Ale!"
The robed stranger smiled. "Really? And did the boy break your bottles of ale on . . . purpose?"
"Look here, old man! I suggest that you leave now! Like I said, this is none of your concern."
Luke glanced up at the robed man's face and noticed that his blue eyes glittered mysteriously. "This boy has not harmed you in any way."
Rankin stared hard at the robed stranger. It seemed to Luke as if the former had suddenly become mesmerized, as he released Biggs. "You're right," Rankin murmured. "The boy did not harm me."
The robed stranger murmured, "He did not mean to break your bottles."
With a nod, Rankin added, "Yes, you're right. He did not mean to break them."
"Perhaps it is best that the ale is gone," the stranger added. "You do not need to consume all that alcohol."
His eyes still glazed, Rankin said, "No . . . I don't."
"You will forget this incident and go home."
Rankin frowned momentarily. Then he said to the stranger, "What incident?" He stared at the three children. "What's going on?"
"It is nothing, sir," the stranger answered with a smile. "You seemed a bit out of sorts. We were all trying to assist you."
"Well, I'm fine." Rankin regarded the others with confusion. "Um . . . thanks. Excuse me." He nodded curtly and walked away.
Luke and his two companions stared at the robed stranger. "How did you do that?" he demanded. "How did you manipulate his thoughts like that?"
The robed man merely smiled in a mysterious fashion. "I'm afraid that your Mr. Rankin might be an easily suggestive person." He regarded the three children with concern. "And you . . . are you three unharmed? Has he . . .?"
"I'm fine," Biggs replied. "Other than he nearly scared me senseless."
Luke added, "No harm . . . except for my pride and backside." He thrust out his hand to the stranger. "Thanks for your help. I'm Luke Sk . . . uh, Organa, by the way. And this is my sister, Leia and my friend, Biggs Darklighter."
The man shook Luke's hand. "It's very nice to meet you."
"And exactly who are you?" Leia demanded. "You look familiar."
The man's smile widened. "My name is Ben. Ben Kenobi."
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WORLPORT, ORD MANTELL
Once the Alberforce penetrated Ord Mantell’s thick outer cometary cloud, it made its way toward the planet’s glittering capital, Worlport. A heavy sheet of rain greeted the starship’s passengers and crew as it finally settled upon one of the spaceport’s landing platforms.
The starship rolled into an empty hangar and came to a halt. Several minutes later, Padme and R2-D2 followed Bail, Captain Sen and their Jedi protector down the Alberforce’s boarding ramp. “I need to report my arrival to the portmaster,” Voranda declared. “I will meet all you at the hotel, later.” She hesitated. “What names will you be using to check in? In case I need to contact you.”
Bail replied, “I will be using the name, Tam Avner. As for Senator Amidala, she will . . .”
“My name will be Rhiannon,” Padme added. “Rhiannon Chir.”
Voranda nodded. “Good. I will check with you, later tonight.” She walked away from the others.
Bail led the others outside of the hangar. Then he hailed a shuttle taxi to convey them to the Hotel Grand. Dominated by skyscrapers and red-domed topped buildings, Worlport’s skyline reminded Padme of a heady mixture of Coruscant and Naboo’s capital, Theed. To her surprise, Master Olin expressed a similar opinion, out loud.
“I must say that this is a very lovely city,” he commented, while glancing out of a shuttle window. “I cannot tell whether it reminds me of Coruscant or Theed.”
Padme stared at the former Jedi. “You’ve been to Naboo?”
“Yes, Milady.” Unease briefly shadowed his eyes. “Nine years ago, to be exact.”
“Around the time of Queen Apaliana’s death,” Padme murmured quietly. “And the death of my grandmother.”
The former Jedi remained silent, while Bail continued, “It is hard to believe that this place is now a smuggler’s haven. Especially since it was originally settled by Corellian farmers.”
“A Jedi master named Pablo-Jill had managed to bring peace to this planet about fourteen or fifteen years ago. Just before the Clone Wars.”
“You must be very proud.” The words came out more sardonic than Padme had originally intended. Master Olin stiffened, while Bail focused his attention to the view beyond his window.
Padme glanced out of the window beside her and spotted the words – HOTEL GRAND – in bright lights that illuminated through the heavy rain and gray skies. The shuttle soon descended upon one of the hotel’s landing platforms. Upon reaching the hotel lobby, Bail and Padme checked into their rooms under their aliases. Bail managed to acquire a suite with adjoining bedrooms for himself and Master Olin. Padme acquired a room next door to theirs. The trio and R2-D2 then set out for the hotel’s turbolifts. Upon entering one, they encountered none other than the senator from Chandrila, Mon Mothma.
“I see that you’ve all finally made it,” the Chadrilian senator greeted.
Bail asked, “Are we the last to arrive?”
“No. One other is still missing.” Mon shot an uneasy glance at Olin. “Who is your friend?”
Bail made the introductions. “This is our protector, Master Ferus Olin. He is a former Jedi.”
Mon continued to eye the younger man uneasily. “Really?” Then her gaze narrowed. “Have you ever been on Coruscant? In recent years, I mean.”
“I’m afraid that it has been quite a while, Milady,” Olin calmly answered.
The turbolift arrived on the hotel’s tenth floor. All of the occupants stepped out. “Your room is on this floor?” Padme asked.
The Chandrilian senator smiled. “I have ensured that all of us have rooms on this floor. The conference room is located here, as well.” After shooting another curious glance at Olin, Mon added, “Well, I should prepare for supper.”
“Who hasn’t arrived, yet?” Bail asked.
“Zoebeida,” Mon replied. “She has yet to arrive.” Padme realized that Mon had referred to Zoebeida Dalhma of Maldare.
They came upon Padme’s room. “Well, here we are,” she announced. “When will the first meeting . . .?”
“A dinner for us has been scheduled to begin in about five hours,” Mon replied. “Just down the corridor, in the Jewel Room. I will see you then.”
Padme nodded. “I only hope that Zoebeida arrives in time, as well.” She and R2 entered her room. As the door shut behind her, Padme heaved a sigh. Between the upcoming Alliance meetings, having a former Jedi in her midst and being separated from her children, the next two days might prove to be strenuous.
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ANCHORHEAD, TATOOINE
Owen and CP-30 stepped out of the junk shop and noticed something very alarming – Luke and Leia seemed to be missing. Contrary to his instructions, they had left the bench in front of the shop.
“Oh Master Owen!” Threepio wailed. “Something terrible must have happened to them!”
The moisture farmer rolled his eyes. Threepio could be ridiculously melodramatic at times. Like now. On the other hand, there was a possibility that the twins might be in danger.
“Uncle Owen!”
Owen glanced to his left and saw both Leia, Luke and Biggs Darklighter rush toward him. A man in a hooded robe accompanied them. Alarm bells rang in Owen’s mind, when the man threw back his hood. Obi-Wan Kenobi beamed at him. Owen realized that Padme would have his hide if she knew that her children had met the former Jedi Master.
Luke reached the moisture farmer first. “Uncle Owen, guess who we ran into? Mother and Uncle Bail’s friend from Mos Eisley, Mister Ken . . . uh . . .”
The former Jedi paused before the moisture farmer. “Kenobi. Ben Kenobi. Good day to you, Master Lars.” He held out his hand.
Owen reluctantly grabbed Kenobi’s hand and shook it. “Good day.” He frowned at the twins. “What did I tell you two about not wandering off?”
Leia calmly explained, “We saw Biggs and left the bench to say hello. Only we had trouble with this common . . . thug, who bullied Biggs for accidentally breaking his liquor bottles. Fortunately, Mister Kenobi,” she nodded at the former Jedi Master, “came to our rescue. I think we should repay Mister Kenobi’s assistance with an invitation to dinner. He does not live that far from the farm. In the Jundland Wasteland.”
The moisture farmer found himself unable to respond. If Kenobi had been someone else, he would have accepted Leia’s suggestion. But this was Anakin’s former Jedi master. Owen knew that Padme would disapprove of her children having any contact with the man. “Well, I . . .” he began.
Kenobi spoke up. “Thank you, Miss Organa. But I’m afraid that I might have to decline your kind invitation. I have . . . uh, pressing matters, tonight.”
“What about tomorrow night?” Leia demanded.
Both Owen and Kenobi stared at each other and blinked. How could they explain the truth to the twins without revealing the tumultuous history of their parents? Owen said, “I don’t think . . .”
“You have pressing matters tomorrow night, as well, Mr. Kenobi?” Luke asked. “You sure have a lot of business, lately.”
Kenobi heaved a sigh. At that moment, Owen knew that he and Beru would have a dinner guest, tomorrow evening. “I suppose I could join you for supper, tomorrow,” Kenobi finally said, much to Owen’s consternation. He turned to the farmer. “If that is fine with you?”
Owen realized that he had been trapped by Leia’s sense of courtesy and Kenobi’s eagerness to become acquainted with the twins. He sighed. “I’m sure that . . . Beru would not mind preparing for a guest tomorrow night.”
The children and Kenobi became all smiles and excited chatter. Owen hoped and prayed that Padme would never learn of this encounter with the former Jedi Master. But he suspected that his hopes would prove to be futile in the end.
END OF CHAPTER SIX
"SPEED RACER" Review
When I first saw the trailer for "SPEED RACER" . . . I simply cringed in my seat. Granted, I had been a fan of the Japanese cartoon when I was a kid. But looking at that trailer, my mind simply cried, "Hell no!" There was no way in the world I was going to see this movie.
But the more I saw the trailer, old memories of the cartoon kept welling in my thoughts. Soon, I found myself filled with nostalgia for the cartoon. I eventually decided to go see the movie after all. It might turn out to be a pile of crap, but I had to exorcise the ghosts of my childhood. Well . . . I just saw the movie. And I must say that it turned out to be a hell of a lot better than I had expected.At a running time of two hours and fifteen minutes, "SPEED RACER" is about a young American (Emile Hirsch) with natural racing instincts. His goal is to win The Casa Cristo, a cross-country car racing rally that took the life of his older brother, Rex Racer (Scott Porter). Speed is loyal to the family business, run by his parents Pops (John Goodman) and Mom (Susan Sarandon). Pops designed Speed's car, the Mach 5. The owner of Royalton Industries (Roger Allam) makes Speed a lucrative offer to join the company's racing team, but Speed rejects the offer, angering the owner. Speed also uncovers a secret that top corporate interests, including Royalton, are fixing races and cheating to gain profit. With the offer to Speed denied, Royalton wants to ensure that Speed will not win races. Speed finds support from his parents and his girlfriend Trixie (Christina Ricci) and enters The Crucible in a partnership with his one-time rival, Racer X (Matthew Fox), seeking to rescue his family's business and the racing sport itself.
The first ten minutes of the movie had me puzzled. Although I rather enjoyed how the story introduced Speed Racer's obssession with racing and the death of his older brother, Rex Racer; I must admit that I had been taken aback by the movie's visuals. It looked very cartoonish and I have not seen such bold colors since Warren Beatty's 1990 film, "DICK TRACY". But my mind adjusted to this new visual style and proceeded to enjoy the story. In fact, by the time the movie focused upon The Casa Cristo cross-country race, I found myself marveling over John Gaeta's visual effects and David Tattersall's photography. And quite frankly, I also enjoyed Larry and Andy Wachowski's screenplay. "SPEED RACER" must be one of the few movies based upon a cartoon, with a strong social message - namely one against corporations' involvment in the sport. I found it pleasantly surprising.
As for the cast, Emile Hirsch struck me as a little boring at first. But in the scene in which Speed rejected Royalton's offer, Hirsch's Speed Racer finally came to life. Christina Ricci gave a fun and charming performance as Trixie, Speed's girlfriend. Both John Goodman and Susan Sarandon were solid as Speed's parents. And I do not think that Matthew Fox had never been as sexy and enigmatic as he was as Racer X - Speed's rival and ally in the fight against Royalton. I especially enjoyed his fight against a ninja assassin, while wearing a towel. Richard Roundtree gave a surprisingly sly and funny performance as Ben Burns, a former racer who became a commentator. To my surprise, Roger Allam's slightly bombastic performance as the corrupt Royalton did not bother me at all. In fact, his character's over-the-top personality fitted perfectly with the movie. The biggest surprise turned out to be Paulie Litt as Spritle, the youngest Racer sibling. Perhaps I should not have been surprised. Regis Philbin once described the young television actor as a 40 year-old in a child's body. Perhaps he is right. But young Paulie was a bundle of energy with great comic timing.
Judging from some of the reviews I have read, it seemss as if many film critics disliked the film. I suspect that "SPEED RACER"'s unusual visuals may have seemed a little too mind blowing for them. A good number of moviegoers are paying attention to these critics. Which is a shame, in my opinion. I feel that it is an unusual and entertaining film. And it would be a shame if it bombs at the box office. But considering many moviegoers' recent habit of avoiding anything unusual, "SPEED RACER", like "THE GOLDEN COMPASS", might have to depend upon the overseas box office for success.
"SECOND POWER"
PART THREE
A grim-faced Leo orbed in the middle of the Halliwells' kitchen. Paige, who was busy helping her oldest sister prepare dinner, glanced up. "Hey Leo! You look as if you've had a crappy day."
"Pretty close." Leo sat on the empty chair, opposite Paige. Piper stood near the stove, preparing a whole chicken for roasting. "Between helping one of my charges fend off a succubus and the Elders ranting about Olivia and Cole, it's been pretty difficult."
Paige paused in the middle of her task, allowing the knife in her hand to hover over a sliced cucumber. She frowned at her brother-in-law. "Ranting about Olivia and Cole? Why? Olivia hasn't been your charge since she was in college."
Leo sighed. "But Olivia is a close friend of mine. And they believe that Cole might be a dangerous influence over her. Especially now that she has this new . . . new power."
"The Elders don't have anything to worry about," Paige said caustically. "At least not now."
Piper whirled around to stare at the younger woman. "What are you talking about?"
"Cole and Olivia. They haven't been around each other since the New Year."
Shaking her head, Piper allowed a smirk to curve her lips. "What do you know? Olivia has finally seen the light! It's about time, I say."
Paige glared at her older sister. "It's not what you think!" she retorted. "Actually, it's . . . well, it's personal."
"What's personal?" a new voice asked. Phoebe strolled into the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator and reached for a bottle of water. "Hey Piper, what's for dinner?"
Piper replied, "Roast chicken. And as for the personal matter - Paige was talking about Olivia and your demonic ex. It seems they're not exactly bosom buddies, anymore."
Anxiety flitted across Phoebe's face. "Why? What happened? What did Cole do wrong?"
"Nothing!" Paige cried out in exasperation. "Cole and Olivia . . . they just had a little disagreement around the New Year, that's all! And they haven't spoken to each other since. Mr. McNeill thinks Cole should help Livy control her new power."
Piper rolled her eyes and mumbled, "That's nice. A powerful half-demon helping a powerful witch control her brand new firepower. The Elders must be having heart attacks over that idea."
"What they should be concerned about is Olivia's lack of control of her new power," Paige shot back. "She really needs his help."
Phoebe took a swig of water. "Maybe the Elders are right to be concerned, Paige," she said soberly. "It's a miracle that Olivia hasn't become a warlock with that new power." She paused to stare at Leo. "Or has she?"
"No, she hasn't!" Paige answered before Leo could speak. "Just because Olivia now has a fire power, doesn't make her evil."
One of Piper's eyebrows quirked upward. "I thought she was evil before the fire power manifested." Paige glared at her, and she heaved a sigh. "Look, how many witches do you know have pyrokinesis?"
"Barbara knows one who's willing to help Olivia." Paige's response drew stares from the others. "She lives in Sausalito."
Phoebe asked, "So why do the McNeills think Olivia needs Cole's help?"
Paige resumed slicing the cucumber. "Because Mr. McNeill thinks this Margot Whatshername's power isn't as strong as Olivia's."
"I'm sure that Barbara's friend will do nicely," Leo added calmly.
The expressions on her sisters' faces told Paige that they hoped Leo was right. She shook her head in disgust. Sometimes, her family can be so obtuse.
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A deep gong resonated from the CD player and filled every space inside Olivia's living room, the following afternoon. GONG! A woman's high-pitched voice murmured, "Relax. Take a deep breath and relax." GONG! "Allow the tension to seep from the muscles within your body." GONG!
Olivia frowned. It seemed pretty damn difficult to relax with that noise ringing in her ears. GONG! And Margot Palmer's voice did not help. Was it really necessary for her to talk? GONG!
"You are standing at the foot of a long staircase," Barbara's friend continued. GONG! "At the top awaits a door. A door that will lead you to inner peace and control." GONG!
Instead of relaxing, Olivia found herself growing increasingly tense. She wished that someone would turn off that damn CD player! GONG! Then to Olivia's relief, the doorbell rang. She immediately sprang to her feet. GONG!
"Where are you going?" Margot demanded. She was a diminutive, dark-haired woman with attractive features and wide brown eyes. Like a doe's. GONG!
Olivia strode toward the door. "To see who's here, of course. What else?" GONG! She glared at the CD player.
"Oh no! We can't have any interruptions! Remember?" GONG! Margot rushed forward to intercept Olivia. But the latter reached the door first. GONG! "Olivia, your meditation is more impor . . ."
GONG! Sweetly, Olivia trilled, "Excuse me." She opened the door. Her smile disappeared at the sight of the tall man that filled the doorway. "Cole?" GONG!
The half-daemon smiled nervously. "Hey Olivia. Uh, how are you doing?" GONG! The sound reached the doorway. Cole frowned. "What is that?" GONG!
"Music," Olivia snapped. "For my meditation." GONG! "Now if you'll excuse me . . ."
Margot Palmer took this opportunity to make her presence known to the new visitor. GONG! "Olivia? What's going on?" She glanced at Cole. "Who is this?" GONG!
Olivia struggled to maintain her equilibrium. 'Dear Goddess,' she thought. 'Why me?' GONG! She sighed. "Margot, this is my fr . . . uh, my neighbor, Cole Turner. Cole, this is Margot Palmer, a fellow witch." GONG!
"Olivia!" Margot glanced at her, looking abashed. GONG!
"Don't worry. Cole knows I'm a witch." GONG!
Margot stared at Cole, who smiled. "And what exactly are you?" she demanded in a not-so-pleasant voice. GONG! "Another witch?"
GONG! "Not exactly," Cole politely replied. "I'm a daemon. Well, a half-daemon, actually." GONG!
"WHAT??"
Olivia nervously tried to placate Margot. "There's nothing to be afraid of." GONG! She indicated her neighbor with a nod. "Cole . . . you have nothing to worry about with him." GONG! "He's okay."
GONG! "Okay?" Margot demanded. "But he's a . . . a . . ." GONG!
"A daemon." GONG! Right on cue, Cole transformed into some tall, muscular being with red-and-black skin, sharp teeth and a bald head. Belthazor. GONG! Olivia had seen his image in her father's Book of Shadows. GONG! He returned to his normal state.
Margot let out a screech. "Aaaaugh! Oh my God! Oh my God!" GONG! She snatched her purse from a nearby table and started toward the door. GONG!
"No wait! Margot!" GONG! Olivia threw one of her hands out in a gesture, releasing a powerful burst of flames. GONG! Flames that would have incinerated Margot if Cole had not beamed her out of harm's way. Seconds later, the pair reappeared in the same spot. GONG!
The older witch cried out, "That's it! I've had enough of this madhouse!" GONG! "You can find someone else to help you!" Margot dashed out of the apartment. The CD player resonated with another . . . GONG!
Without saying a word, Olivia slammed the door shut. She seared Cole with the deadliest of glares. GONG! Even the half-daemon could not help but take a step back. "You son-of-a-bitch!" she growled. GONG! "Just what in the hell did you think you were doing?" GONG!
"I'm here to help you gain control of your new power," Cole replied airily. GONG! "Only Harry failed to tell me that you had already found someone." GONG! He frowned at the CD player. "You mind turning that off? It's distracting." GONG!
Olivia turned off the CD player with a wave of her hand. Then whirled upon Cole, fury emanating from her body. "Harry sent you here? Harry?"
"I ran into him at the Golden Horn during lunch, yesterday." Cole started toward the sofa. "He told me that you have pyrokinesis as a second power." A mirthful snort left his mouth. "I bet that didn't sit well with Leo."
"Cole!"
The half-daemon sat on the sofa. "Look, Harry told me that you were having trouble controlling this power and that you needed my help."
"And it took you over a day to decide to help me?" Olivia demanded haughtily.
Annoyance, followed by sheer embarrassment flitted across Cole's face. "I didn't . . . well, I didn't think you would accept my help."
"You guessed right!" Olivia retorted. "I don't need your help. And I don't want it! And I don't recall giving you permission to sit on my sofa!"
Cole heaved a sigh. "C'mon Livy, I realize that you're still pissed about what happened during the New Year. You're not going to push me away, when I'm offering you my help, are you?"
Olivia grabbed hold of Cole's arm and jerked him to his feet. Surprising him with her show of strength. "Damn right I am. I'm pushing you away. Just like you pushed me away, two weeks ago." She literally shoved him toward the door.
"Are you sure that you want to do that?" Cole stopped in his tracks, making it difficult for Olivia to continue shoving him. "Who else is there to help you? Your friend, Margot? This is fire we're talking about, Olivia. It's probably the most difficult element to control, aside from air."
Olivia snarled. "If Bruce can control his aerokinesis without your help, I can control my pyrokinesis. And by the way, Margot is not my friend."
"Whatever." Cole turned around to face Olivia, giving her the full benefit of his blue eyes. "Look I'm sorry about Whats-her-name. But it's obvious that she wasn't really helping you. I mean, who uses gongs for meditation? Didn't you find that distracting?"
With a sigh, Olivia had to admit that Cole had a point. Margot's methods of attaining self-control had not seemed to be working. And the firewitch had also seemed taken aback by the strength of her pyrokinesis. "All right," Olivia finally admitted. "Perhaps you can help me."
Cole smiled triumphantly. "Great!"
She glanced at the half-daemon and noticed that he was smiling. "I wouldn't get too cocky if I were you. I'm still pissed."
Her words wiped the smile off Cole's face. "Olivia, about what happened . . ."
Shaking her head, Olivia barked, "No! Right now, I'm not interested in what happened on New Year's Day. I'm more interested in controlling this new power. Understand?" She gave her new trainer a pointed stare.
Cole sighed. "Loud and clear."
* * * *
The telephone inside Jack McNeill's private office rang. He answered it. "Hello?"
"Mr. McNeill, you have a call on Line 2," his secretary replied. "It's your mother."
"Thanks, Sophie. Put her through."
Seconds later, Elise McNeill's voice filled Jack's ear. "Jack? Is that you?"
"Mom! How is Palm Beach?" The McNeill matriarch had left San Francisco over a month ago, to visit her sister in Palm Springs.
The elderly woman replied, "It wasn't bad. Got a little boring, though. Right now, I'm in Scotland."
"Scotland?"
"Your Cousin Keith's funeral. Remember?" Elise continued, "I decided to remain here for another week or so after the burial. She added that the inhabitants of Dunleith Castle seemed to be on edge. "With poor Keith's death, we're all wondering who will be the next McNeill staff bearer."
Jack interrupted. "Mom?"
The elderly woman continued, "It's rather silly, really. Everyone sitting around . . . waiting for some of the younger members to manifest pyrokinesis."
"Uh Mom?" Jack added. "I believe I have a pretty good idea . . ."
"Really Jack! Can't you at least wait for me to finish?" Elise protested. She added, "Anyway, as I was saying, everyone is sitting around, waiting for some of the younger family members to become a firestarter. Quite frankly, I'm getting bored. January in Scotland isn't exactly my idea of a holiday. I think I'll return to California by the end of the week. I'm not exactly in the mood for more Palm Beach charity balls and parties, either." She paused. Finally. "Well, how are things at home?"
Jack rolled his eyes, grateful that his mother could not see him. He took a deep breath. "Nothing much. Harry is dating Dana Morton. We haven't seen Cole since the New Year." He paused dramatically. "And Olivia's second power has manifested."
A delighted squeal filled Jack's ear. "Really? Livy has her second power? Oh and I missed it! What is it? Molecular Immobilization? Telepathy? Electrokinesis? Glamoring? Astral projection?"
Jack hesitated before he finally answered, "Pyrokinesis. And it's very strong."
"Pyrokin . . ." A protracted silence followed. Then, "OH. MY. GOD!! Livy has a fire power? Ohmigod! That means . . . Ohmigod!"
"Mom!"
Elise continued, "And it happened just ten days after Keith's death!" She paused. "Does Olivia realize that she might soon be . . .?"
Sighing, Jack replied, "No. I don't Livy and the boys have even thought of that since they were kids. Hell, I thought it was a family myth until I first saw Cousin Keith use it nearly thirty-six years ago."
"When do you plan to tell her?"
Jack paused momentarily. "As soon as she gets her new power under control. I mean, we're talking abou pyrokinesis here. Only the God and Goddess knows how long that will take. And . . ." Once more, Jack hesitated.
"What?" the older woman demanded.
Jack continued, "Gwen thinks that Olivia is going through some emotional stress right now. Something to do with Cole."
"Oh?" Elise replied. "Has it to do with . . . Whatshername? Phoebe?"
"I don't know. But it all started at Warren Mitchell's New Year's Eve party. The problem is that Cole might be the only one who can help her control this new power."
A sound resembling dry leaves filled Jack's ear. "Oh God! Why do we all have through some damn personal problem whenever a power manifests?" Elise sighed. "Anyway, I'll be home within the next few days. At least by Saturday. I better tell the cousins about Olivia. See you in a few days, honey."
"Bye Mom. I'll see you." The line went dead before Jack hung up.
END OF PART THREE
Second Look: "THE BOURNE IDENTITY" (1988)
Years after Robert Ludlum's famous literary trilogy about an amnesiac CIA agent was published, Matt Damon starred in the movie versions of those novels between 2002 and 2007. Naturally, they became big box office hits and turned Damon into a full fledged action star. The ironic thing is that the three movies bore scant resemblance to the novels they were based upon.
Fourteen years before Damon's first movie was released in the theaters, ABC Television aired a two-part miniseries based upon the first novel - "THE BOURNE IDENTITY". This miniseries starred Richard Chamberlain as David Webb aka Jason Bourne, the amnesiac CIA agent. And Jacyln Smith portrayed Marie St. Jacques, a Canadian economist who becomes his ally and lover.As you can see, the first difference between the miniseries and the 2002 movie has been spotted. In the miniseries, Marie was an economist from Canada. In the movie, Franka Potente portrayed Marie as an unemployed German traveler trying to get into the U.S. Another major difference between the miniseries and the movie is that in the former, Chamberlain is a CIA operative who works for a black-ops organization called Treadstone 71. Treadstone’s job is to flush out the notorious assassin named Carlos. They recruit another assassin named Jason Bourne. But the real Bourne proves to be an uncontrollable asset and they kill him. Treadstone replaces the real Bourne with David Webb – Chamberlain’s character – who impersonates the dead assassin. In the movies, Bourne is nothing more than an alias for CIA/Treadstone assassin David Webb (Damon). As anyone can see, the miniseries’s plot – which adhered a lot closer to Ludlum’s novel – is a lot more complicated. Both versions begin with the shooting of one David Webb aka Jason Bourne aboard some boat in the Mediterranean. In this version, Webb/Bourne floats toward a fishing village off the coast of Southern France, where he is turned over to an alcoholic former doctor played by Denholm Elliot. The doctor discovers a chip embedded in his hip that contains a Swiss bank account number. Once Webb/Bourne recovers, he heads for Zurich to access the bank account. And there, his troubles begin. By the second half of the story Bourne/Webb finds himself not only hunted by Carlos and his minions, but by the police and the CIA.
From the first time I saw this miniseries in February 1988, I fell in love with it. It was an exciting and well written thriller about a man trying to come to terms with his past, while struggling to find his identity. Many critics tend to point the length of this version of ”THE BOURNE IDENTITY”. Considering that this version was created as a two-part miniseries and the complexities of the plot, I fail to understand why they have made such a fuss. Yes, ”THE BOURNE IDENTITY” is long in compare to the 2002 movie. It has a running time of three hours and five minutes. But this version’s length gave the producers the chance to air a rather close version of the novel without cutting out too much. And if I must be honest, I was never aware of the miniseries’ length, considering how well paced it was, thanks to director Roger Young and screenwriter Carol Sobieski.
Another criticism directed at the miniseries by certain fans was that the miniseries seemed outdated in compare to the 2002 version. Chamberlain’s version had been filmed fourteen years before Damon’s version. What did they expect? The only aspect of the miniseries’ plot that seemed outdated was the main villain, Carlos. Although the real Carlos was at large when the miniseries aired in February 1988, he was eventually caught six years later. The Alfred Hitchcock thriller, ”NOTORIOUS” was filmed and released in 1946. In fact, there is a moment in which the film reveals the time period in which the film began – April 1946. Yet, hardly anyone complains about this.
As I had stated before, the miniseries is a tight and exciting thriller boasting fine performances from Chamberlain and Smith. The pair - who has been featured in a score of television miniseries and two successful TV series in the past - created a sizzling chemistry on the screen. I am amazed that they had never worked together before . . . or since. Chamberlain's Bourne is a more emotional character than the one portrayed by Matt Damon.
One could say that Chamberlain has a more theatrical style of acting. Although there were moments I found it a bit hard to take, I really enjoyed his theatricality in a scene that featured him and Anthony Quayle, who plays a high-ranking French general married to Carlos’ mistress. Another thing I noticed about Chamberlain’s version of the character is that he seemed more inclined to use aliases and disguises to reach those he need information on – whether he is an employee of a New York furniture moving company, a Texas millionaire or a harried American businessman. Although I have never been that impressed by Jacyln Smith as an actress, I believe that she did some of her best work in this miniseries. As Marie St. Jacques, Smith was able to overcome her usual monotone style to infuse a great deal of passion and emotion into the role of a woman who desperately wants to help her lover, yet is constantly repelled by his profession. The supporting cast seemed to be top-notch. I especially enjoyed Anthony Quayle as the passionate French patriot who discovers the truth about his wife’s connections to Carlos; Denholm Elliot as the drunken ex-doctor who befriends Webb/Bourne at the beginning of the story; Peter Vaughn as Carlos’ Swiss-born right-hand man, and Donald Moffat as Webb/Bourne’s compassionate yet very harried boss/mentor, David Abbott.
Most fans of the Bourne saga seem to be divided on their preference between the two versions. There are some who prefer Damon’s take on Bourne as a super spy/assassin who tries to distance himself from the villainous Treadstone/Blackbriar black-ops operations. And there are those who prefer Chamberlain’s take on the character, which adheres a lot closer to Ludlum’s original novel. Frankly, I am a fan of both the miniseries and the movie. And I hope that one day, I might encounter Jason Bourne fans who harbor the same views as me.
"CROSSROADS OF THE FORCE"
CHAPTER FIVE
JUNDLAND WASTES, TATOOINE
The former Jedi Master and former padawan emerged from the cave hovel that served as Obi-Wan's home. The cave certainly did not seem like home to Ferus. He could not help but wonder how the older man had endured living in this desert wasteland for the past decade. Roaming the galaxy from one end to the other would seem more preferable than one year on this desolate planet.
"How can you stand it?" Ferus asked, as he regarded the craggy scenery with distaste.
The older man stared at him. "I beg your pardon?"
"Living here. How can you stand it?"
With a sigh, Obi-Wan calmly replied, "One learns to . . . adjust." He met Ferus' gaze. "I did not say this earlier, but I am truly sorry about what happened to your friends."
"They're not dead," Ferus tersely replied.
"Oh! I did not . . ." Obi-Wan hesitated. "Pardon my mistake, but you did not exactly go into details about what happened to your friends."
Memories of the last time he saw Trevor and Roan filled Ferus' mind. He especially recalled the bitter tone in Trevor's voice, while he tried to explain his decision regarding the Emperor. "If you don't mind, Obi-Wan," Ferus finally said, "I would rather not speak of the matter. At least not now."
"You sound . . . bitter," Obi-Wan commented. "Ferus, one day you will have to discuss the matter. With someone." When Ferus did not bother to respond, the former Jedi Master continued, "So, when will Senator Organa come for you?"
Ferus' gaze focused upon Tatooine's rising twin suns. "Any minute now. I had assumed we would leave yesterday, but Senator Amidala wanted to spend one last evening with her children and the Larses before she left." He paused. "You know, I do not recall her being married. And what is the history between you two?"
A long, silent pause followed. Ferus could almost feel the heat burning through the older man's eyes. "There is no . . . history between myself and Senator Amidala," Obi-Wan replied coolly. "At least nothing for you to suggest otherwise . . ."
"Forgive me, Obi-Wan," Ferus hurriedly injected. "I did not mean to imply anything . . . intimate between you and the senator. But the children . . . and you had not seem particularly surprised that she was still alive."
A sigh left Obi-Wan's mouth. "That is because Master Yoda, Senator Organa and I helped her evade the Emperor during the last days of the Clone Wars. In fact, we were the ones who faked her death. Senator Amidala . . . had been at the forefront of an attempt to drive the Palpatine out of office before he became the emperor. The senator and I have shared previous experiences together. My old master, Qui-Gon Jinn and I had assisted her during the Trade Federation's invasion of Naboo. I'm sure that you remembered that particular incident, although you were a child at the time. Both the senator and I were also among those who had fought at the Battle of Geonoisis."
"I see." Ferus did not understand, but something else puzzled him. "But if you and Master Yoda had done all that to help her, why had she seemed so . . . cold toward you? And hostile?"
Obi-Wan's stare became suspicious. "Why are you so interested in the state of my relationship with Pa . . . Senator Amidala?" From the moment Obi-Wan had appeared at that Mos Eisley inn, Ferus had detected great emotion between the former senator and the Jedi Master. Negative emotions that hinted anger, hostility, guilt and resentment. It seemed so unlike Master Kenobi to harbor such feelings toward any living soul, save a Sith Lord. Before Ferus could respond to the other man's question, Obi-Wan added, "Has this something to do with Queen Apiliana's death?"
"Pardon me?" Ferus blinked.
At that moment, a starship descended from the skies above. It turned out to be Captain Sen's skiff, the Alberforce. Once it gracefully landed on the flat desert, a boarding ramp eased to the ground. "I believe your ride has arrived," Obi-Wan coolly declared.
Captain Sen and Senator Organa descended from the skiff. "Good morning Ferus," the senator greeted. "Master Kenobi."
Obi-Wan bowed at the Alderaanian senator and prince. "Good morning to you, Senator Organa. I trust you had a restful night." He bowed at the red-haired woman. "Captain."
Captain Sen returned Obi-Wan's nod before she turned her attention to Ferus. "Master Olin, I believe it is time for us to leave."
Ferus faced Obi-Wan one last time. "I hope that we will be able to continue this conversation upon my return, Master Kenobi. Until then, good day."
The older man's eyes momentarily reflected reluctance at the idea of another conversation. Then Obi-Wan broke into a quick smile and said, "Of course. Do take care of Senator Organa and Senator Amidala. Along with yourself. May the Force be with you." He nodded at Organa. "Senator, have a safe trip." Then he turned away and strode back inside his hovel.
Both Ferus and Senator Organa followed the red-haired captain into the ship. Minutes passed before the Alberforce rose from the ground and zoomed into Tatooine's atmosphere.
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MALAG, MALDARE
Mako checked his data chip after his client, Sekka Verdu, handed it back to him. "There you are," the Quarren declared cheerfully. "Thirty-four thousand credits, each."
A wry Han commented, "You mean thirty-three thousand each for Set and myself."
Verdu nodded at Han and Horus' new companion. "And the Wookie?"
Mako shot an uneasy glance at the Javian Hawk's new crewman. "He's not part of the deal," he replied curtly. "Will there be anything else, Mr. Verdu?"
The Quarren's squid-like tentacles wiggled slightly. "I don't think so, Captain Spince. Our business is over until next time. Gentlemen." He nodded at the four smugglers and strode toward a shuttle parked near Mako's freighter.
As Verdu's shuttle rose above landing pad, Mako turned to his companions. "Pardon my confusion, but I thought this Wookie was supposed to be in chains!" he retorted. "Exactly when did he become part of your crew?"
Horus coolly replied, "From the moment Han escorted him aboard the Hawk. Why? Is he a problem for you?"
Ignoring the other pedestrians' stares, Mako shot back, "If Captain Skafte had the slightest hint that you were planning to free that . . ."
The Wookie growled, causing the hairs on the back of Mako's neck to stand.
"Say Mako, if you were about to call him a thing," Han began, "I better warn you that Chewie might take it personally."
"Chewie?"
After a pause, Han said, "Chewbacca. That's his name."
"I don't care what his name is," Mako retorted. "Both of you could have gotten us into a lot of trouble with that stunt."
Han opened his mouth to reply, but his partner spoke first. "I really don't see why you're so upset, Spince. Had a little trouble with Wookies in the past?"
Mako felt a flash of guilt, as recalled a pair of Wookies he had sold to a Trandoshan trader. "Of course not!" he replied hotly. "I just . . ."
Horus continued, "You just what? Thanks to you, we had ended up on a route heavily patrolled by Imperial ships. If you had chosen another route, we would have never encountered the Dreadnought . . . or met Chewbacca. Since it all ended well, neither of us have anything to complain about. Do we?"
Mako dared not stare into Horus' eyes. Quite frankly, the older man frightened him. He sometimes had the feeling that Set Horus possessed a ruthlessness that could make the galaxy tremble with fear. And he did not want to be the one to unleash that fury. "Fine," he grumbled. "You've made your point."
A cold smile curled Horus' lips. "Good! Now, I don't know about the rest of you, but I need some sleep. Someone please lead me to the nearest hotel or inn."
"There's the Lumati Hotel," Han suggested.
Mako added, "Yeah, they have a great bar. I know I'm going to need it."
The three men and the Wookie left the city's spaceport and made their way toward a nine-story hotel located in one of Malag's more pleasant districts. Mako had expected the hotel's clerk to reject the Wookie. To his surprise, the clerk did not raise a fuss.
Feeling like the odd man out, Mako curtly excused himself and headed toward his room. He washed himself and changed into clean clothes before returning downstairs . . . and heading straight toward the hotel's bar, the Twilight Star. Once settled upon an empty stool, he ordered Corellian ale. "A whole pitcher," the smuggler added.
After the bartender returned with a pitcher of Corellian ale and a glass mug, Mako poured himself a drink. He had taken a few sips, when a stranger approached him. "Pardon me sir, but are you a . . . spacer?"
Mako glanced to his right and found a short and stocky man with curly black hair, standing next to his stool. He sighed. "Yes, I am. Why? You need a pilot?"
The man hesitated. "Actually, my employer does require one. This is an important job that will pay at least one thousand credits."
With a shrug, Mako grumbled, "I've just finished a job that earned me thirty-four thousand credits. Why would I need another one?" He took another swig of ale.
"Greed?"
Slowly, Mako placed his mug on the bar and turned to stare at the stranger. A long moment passed before he mouth slowly stretched into a wide grin. "You know me well, do you Mister?" Then he took another swallow of ale. "You've got a deal. When do we leave?"
The man coughed nervously. "Um . . . you're not exactly hired. The best I can offer is an interview."
Mako frowned. "A what?"
"My employer . . . will offer the job. But only after an interview." The man paused. "In Suite 60-A."
The Corellian rolled his eyes in disgust. He considered himself a smuggler, not an employee of the Tagge Corporation. But his sense of greed could not dismiss the idea of an extra one thousand credits. Especially since he had originally expected to earn at least fifty thousand. "All right," he said with a sigh, "I'll meet your employer in Room . . ."
"Suite 60-A," the man corrected. "Please be there within an hour." He gave a quick nod and walked away.
Mako finished the ale in his mug. He dared not drink another serving. Not if wanted that extra thousand credits.
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Within a small room inside one of the Lumati Hotel's suites, Zoebeida Dahlma observed her aide and manservant interview another candidate for the Ord Mantell job via a holo projector. She had to admit that the bearded young man looked very handsome. He also seemed to project a charm that would appeal to many women. Yet, Igraine seemed immune to the pilot's charm. Zoebeida shared her aide's sentiments. Despite his physical appeal, he harbored a predatory air that she found distasteful.
The pilot's surname had certainly come as a surprise. Zoebeida found herself wondering if this Mako Spince was anyway related to Senator Spince of Corellia. She hoped not. The idea of this disreputable pilot being part of the distinguished Spince line seemed like a crime.
The interview finally ended. Igraine stood up and headed toward the room where Zoebeida awaited. "Milady," she declared upon entering the room. "What do you think of Captain Spince? He seems like a competent pilot, but . . ."
"Let him go," Zoebeida ordered. The younger woman arched a questionable eyebrow before the former added, "I don't trust him. I realize that most . . . smugglers are disreputable, but there is something about him that I dislike. My feelings tell me that he would sell us to the Imperials without hesitation . . . if it meant saving his skin. Thank him kindly for his time and let him go."
Igraine seemed relieved by Zoebeida's decision. "If you wish, Milady." She bowed and left the bedroom.
The Maldarian woman leaned back into her chair and sighed. It occurred to her that if she did not find a pilot soon, she might be forced to choose the first one in her thoughts. And unfortunately, Mako Spince seemed to be the only one in her mind, at the moment.
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"This is nice." Han settled back into his chair inside the Lumati Hotel's only outdoor café. "Isn't this nice? I mean, I love that waterfall near the waiter's station. And the drinks - really fancy. A guy could dine here for the rest of his life."
Anakin heaved a long-suffering sigh. "Han, I don't want to sound like a grouch, but could you please shut up?"
"What?"
"I know that you don't want to be here," Anakin continued.
Han grunted and took a sip of his Corellian ale. "Then why are we here?"
Anakin grabbed his glass of Juma juice. "I . . . am here because this restaurant makes the best Kommerken steak in this part of the galaxy. You knew this when you suggested that we stay here, in the first place. You also had a chance to accompany our new friend, Chewbacca, to one of the local taverns. But you didn't."
"Listen, watching a Wookie eat a side of raw meat does not do wonders for my appetite," Han retorted. "Sharing the dinner table with Dewlanna - rest her poor soul - had already added plenty of trauma to my childhood."
Anakin murmured, "Hmmm. Poor Chewbacca spends his first meal as part of our crew . . . alone, because you can't stand to watch Wookies eat. I'll be sure to remind him."
"Wait a minute!" Han paused, as an anxious expression appeared on his face. "You're not serious, are you?"
A teasing smile curled Anakin's lips. "Maybe." Before Han could protest any further, the waiter returned with their meals.
The Kommerken steak proved to be excellent, as usual. Upon the completion of their dinner, the pair left the café and strolled across the lobby. Just as they were about to contact their new companion, a short man with dark and curly hair approached them. "Pardon me gentlemen, but I was told that you were pilots. Is this true?"
Anakin regarded the man with narrowed eyes. "And who told you this?"
"The hotel clerk," the man answered. "If this is true, I have a proposition for a job. One that is at least worth one thousand credits. If you're interested, please meet me in Suite 60-A."
"Wait a minute," Anakin began. "What exactly is this . . .?"
Han interjected, "A thousand credits, huh? We'll be there."
The man nodded. "Good. Don't forget . . . Suite 60-A." He walked away.
An irritated Anakin rounded on his younger partner. "Do you mind telling me why you had accepted that man's offer?"
Han shrugged. "I thought we might need the extra money. To compensate for the credits we had lost, buying Chewie."
"As I recall, buying Chewbacca from the Imperials was supposed to be an act of compassion."
Han shot back, "Well . . . being compassionate can also be a little expensive. And besides, we've just been given a chance to make up for our loss. Why ignore it?"
Anakin sighed. Heavily. "All right. You have a point. But remember . . . you've just accepted an offer we don't know anything about. I only hope that we don't end up regretting this."
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THE BRAK SECTOR
Padme sat quietly in her seat, as she glanced out of one of the starship's windows. Small, bright lights glittered in the dark space, prompting her to sigh.
"Miss the children already?" Bail's voice asked, interrupting her thoughts.
"Hmmm?" Padme glanced away and found her fellow passenger staring at her.
Bail continued, "You seemed to be deep in thought."
"I suppose I am thinking of the children," Padme commented. "Especially Leia. She is . . . not very fond of Tatooine. Mind you, she loves Owen and Beru, but the planet is not exactly to her taste. She prefers Bakura . . . and Alderaan."
Master Olin spoke up. "I cannot say that I blame her, Milady. Tatooine strikes me as rather desolate. Nor can I understand why Master Kenobi had chosen it as his home."
"Tatooine is not exactly the place that is bound to attract Imperial attention, Master Olin," Bail explained. "I believe that Master Kenobi has made the perfect choice."
Padme added caustically, "I suppose that Tatooine must fit Obi-Wan's sense of martyrdom. As I recall, he did not care much for it when we first landed there, twenty-four years ago."
A long silence followed. Padme realized that her current hostility toward her husband's former Jedi master might have been revealed. Her cheeks burning with embarrassment, she turned away and resumed staring out of the window.
"Excuse me," Bail said, unfastening his seat strap. "I believe I should check with Captain Sen about supper." He stood up and made his way toward the cockpit.
Padme found herself enduring another long stretch of silence. Eventually, Master Olin broke it when he asked, "How long have you known Obi . . . Master Kenobi?"
"For at least twenty-four years," Padme replied. "When he and Qui-Gon Jinn had rescued me from the Trade Federation. That's when I first saw Tatooine." And met Anakin, she added silently. Padme continued out loud, "I had also fought beside Obi-Wan and . . . his padawan during the first battle of the Clone Wars, on Geonosis."
A bewildered looking Ferus Olin shook his head. "I don't understand. If you two have such a long history together, why . . . Why did I sense hostility between you two on Tatooine? Or when I first mentioned him a few minutes ago?"
Padme sighed. "Obi-Wan and I had a . . . disagreement during those last days of the war. When he, Master Yoda and Bail helped me evade the Empire. It's . . . a private matter."
"I see." Ferus paused. Padme wondered what he was thinking. Then he said, "Your children seemed very attractive and intelligent. Your son . . . he . . . Pardon me, but he reminds me of someone I knew." Padme felt a lump in her throat, as Olin continued, "In fact, he reminds me of Obi-Wan's former padawan."
The lump in Padme's throat grew larger. "Really? I have never considered such a thing. But I suppose that it has been a while since I last saw . . . Master Skywalker." Padme wondered if Olin had sensed her emotional turmoil at the mention of Anakin's name. She glanced at the former Jedi padawan, who wore a calm expression. If he had, he gave no indication.
Bail reappeared in the skiff's passenger section. "I found Captain Sen in the galley, not the cockpit. It seems that supper is ready." He stood before Padme. "Milady?"
With a faint smile, Padme rose to her feet. She nodded at Bail, who linked his arm with hers and drew her into the ship's narrow passageway. Master Ferus rose to his feet and followed closely behind them.
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MALAG, MALDARE
The moment he walked inside the hotel suite, Igraine's heart skipped a beat. She could not keep her eyes off him. The newcomer and his companion gave her a slight nod before they sat down on the suite's wide sofa.
Igraine struggled to keep herself from staring at the older man. What woman could ignore the lean and muscular quality of his tall frame? Or his dark blond close-cropped curls that framed his handsome, yet hard-edged face? How could any woman not notice the intense blue eyes that seemed to sear into one's soul? And no one could fail to notice the light scar around his right eye that gave him an extra dangerous aura that rarely surrounded a man of his age. Igraine figured that he must be at least thirty. Or slightly older.
"Nice place!" the man's companion exclaimed. "A night in this suite could cost a spacer at least two jobs." Igraine directed her attention at the younger man. There seemed to be no doubt that he was handsome and possessed a scruffy air that women might find appealing. Although affable, his brown eyes had an edge of one who may have seen too much of life for one so young.
Igraine fixed a polite smile on her face. "Good evening, gentlemen. Would you care for a drink?" Both men politely turned down her offer. Then she added, "May I have your names?"
"May we have yours?" the older man countered. His deep voice produced a wave of heat throughout Igraine's body.
Her smile widened. "For the moment, I wish to remain anonymous." She paused, taking note of the pair's questioning stares. "This job is one that requires anonymity. Especially for . . . me. But as my man had told you, it does pay one thousand credits."
The two pilots exchanged meaningful looks before the older one sighed. "If you wish, Milady. My name is Captain Set Horus. And this is my companion, Han Solo."
"Captain Solo," the younger man added.
Igraine continued to stare at the older man. "Does your starship provide space for passengers?" She noticed how his eyes swept over her in an appreciative manner.
Captain Solo replied, "For at least four passengers. And the Hawk is one of the fastest ships in this galaxy. Trust me."
Still aware of Captain Horus' stare, a mesmerized Igraine continued, "Well, that's is um . . . I believe . . ." She broke off, as Senator Dahlma's manservant, Chattal Rahm, whispered a message in her ear. She smiled at the two men. "Excuse me." Then she rushed into the suite's bedroom, where she found the older woman pacing back and fourth. "Is there something you wish to tell me, Milady? Will these two pilots do?"
The senator, who regarded Igraine with an amused expression, replied, "Apparently they will . . . for you. Captain Horus is a very handsome man."
"So is Captain Solo," Igraine quickly added. Then she blinked, realizing that Senator Dahlma had seen through her little charade. "Um . . . if you're not comfortable . . ."
Senator Dahlma quickly interjected, "They will do. Tell them I will be ready to leave, tomorrow morning."
Igraine responded with a slight nod. "Yes, Milady. Pardon me." And she left the bedroom. The Maldarian woman found the two pilots staring out of a window, talking. "Gentlemen," she announced, drawing their attention, "I am happy to tell you that you're hired. We will meet you at the city's . . ."
"We?" Captain Horus asked, with a raised brow.
A wave of heat flushed over Igraine's face. "Yes, um . . . there will be a second passenger. As I was saying, we'll meet you at the city's spaceport, tomorrow morning. Where, uh . . .?"
"Our hangar is located on Vox Avenue," Solo added. "We'll see you around eight in the morning." He glanced at Captain Horus. "Is that about right?"
The older man nodded. "That would be fine." He gently took hold of Igraine's hand and bowed over it. "Until tomorrow morning, Milady."
A breathless Igraine replied, "Captain Horus." Remembering the other man, she nodded at him. "And Captain Solo. Good evening to you both."
The two men bowed - the older one with more ease - and left the suite. With Captain Horus' departure, Igraine felt a personal sense of bereft . . . something she had not experienced since the death of her former fiancé. And it frightened her.
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The following morning, the Javian Hawk's three crewmen stood near the bottom of the ramp, inside the Vox Avenue hangar. "It's almost eight," Han complained. "Where are they?"
"They have another eight minutes," Anakin replied. "Give them time." He paused before adding, "Are all systems in order?"
Chewbacca growled, which Han took as an affirmative.
"I wonder why our employers didn't just give us her name," Han speculated. "This trip must be very special."
Anakin replied, "Perhaps she doesn't want the Empire to know about this trip. And she's not our employer."
Han frowned. "How do you know?"
"Let's just say that I had sensed another presence inside our employer's suite." From the corner of his eye, he saw Han struggled to keep from expressing contempt at Anakin's reference to the Force.
Another growl emitted from Chewbacca. Han translated. "Here they come." Two cloaked females entered the hangar. The older woman looked slightly familiar to Han, who murmured to Anakin, "Looks like you were right about a second person."
The two women paused before the Javian Hawk's crew. "Good morning Captain Horus, Captain Solo," the older woman greeted. Her dark eyes settled upon Chewbacca. "A Wookie! Well!" She nodded at the latter. "Good morning to you, sir." Chewie responded with a polite growl.
Anakin bowed before the women. "Good morning, Senator Dahlma." The older woman's eyes widened with shock. "Yes, I had recognized you from a half-torn campaign poster on a wall, nearby."
Grudging respect dawned in the senator's eyes. "So much for anonymity," she murmured. Then she turned to her younger companion. "I believe you have already met my aide, last night. Igraine Colbert."
Anakin's gaze met the petite woman's vivid green eyes. He bowed. "Milady."
"Captain," Miss Colbert murmured. Red spots began to form on her cheeks. Anakin wondered if she felt just as attracted to him, as he did toward her. A part of him hoped so. Another part felt reluctance at the idea. Aside from a mere physical longing for Vi'dal, Anakin had never felt so drawn toward any woman after Padme. He doubted that his feelings for Miss Colbert matched his intense love for his wife. But he felt more than simple lust for the young Maldarian woman.
Being his usual pragmatic self, Han asked, "Where are we going?"
The senator hesitated. "Worlport, on Ord Mantell."
Anakin recalled the former military station located in the Bright Jewel System. It had possessed a weapons storage facility and a series of barracks for the clone troopers during the Clone Wars. "Ord Mantell? That's at least a day's journey from here," he said. "But it should take us less than a day if we jump to hyperspace. The trip should not be any problem."
"Good," Senator Dahlma replied. "Shall we go?"
Nearly fifteen minutes later, Anakin guided the Javian Hawk out of the Vox Avenue hangar. Just before the starship could lift off, he spotted a man hovering near the hangar's entrance. Now what was Mako Spince doing there this early in the morning?
END OF CHAPTER FIVE
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"SECOND POWER"
PART TWO
Seconds after leaving the McNeill house, Leo orbed before the Elders' Council. Judging by their expressions, none of the Elders seemed pleased. "Well?" one of them demanded. It was Sylvester, one of the Council's veteran members. His dark eyes bored into Leo's. "Does the McNeill witch have a fire power or not?"
Leo nodded. "Uh yes. Yes, she does." Anxious voices filled the chamber. "But none of the McNeills seem concerned. According to Olivia's father, she's not the first in her family to receive pyrokinesis."
"We are well aware of that fact," another Elder replied tartly. It was MacKenzie. The white-haired, thin man also happened to be a veteran council member. "Which is one of the reasons why we have been leery of the McNeill family for centuries. Along with their . . . unconventional approach to the Craft, pyrokinesis has always been rather . . . strong in their line. And we're not thrilled that this particular McNeill happens to be very close to that . . . to Belthazor."
Discomfort surged through Leo. He shifted from one foot to another. "Uh, speaking of Bel . . . um, Cole, Olivia's parents have suggested that he help her control her new power."
Again, anxious voices filled the chamber. Only they seemed to rumble louder. Sylvester cried out, "Have that demon teach your witch to control her fire power? Are you insane?"
Leo found the Elders' reaction toward Olivia and Cole baffling. Granted, he was never particularly thrilled about their relationship. But the Elders had never said a word about Phoebe and Cole. Why were they so antagonistic toward this new relationship? He finally expressed his confusion. "Olivia is no longer my charge. She hasn't been my charge in over twelve years. I don't understand. You were never this concerned about Cole and Phoebe."
A pale, dark-haired woman in her late thirties spoke up. "That is due to the fact that as Belthazor, and later as the Source, he could be stopped by the Charmed Ones. In case he became a threat." Elder Mathilda Wells had been an Elder for over 300 years. "We knew that Belthazor would play a part in the Charmed Ones' destiny to destroy the Source. But now," she gave her head a sad shake, "his new powers make him an undetermined threat."
"Belthazor's relationship with the McNeill witch might prove to be an even bigger threat," MacKenzie added. "Now that she has this new power."
Leo could not believe his ears. The Elders actually considered Olivia and Cole a threat! Why? "I . . ." he began.
"We