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.The recuperative powers of youth,Obi-Wan thought ruefully.Only an emergency directive from Supreme Chancellor Palpatine himself could have summoned the two from their assignment on Forscan VI."Well, Master," Anakin said."I suppose this is where we part company.""I'm not certain what this is about," the older man replied, "but your time will be well spent studying at the Temple." Obi-Wan and Anakin continued down the skywalk.Far beneath them the city streets buzzed with traffic, the walkways and groundlevel construction occasionally interrupted by wisps of cloud or stray thrantcills.The web of streets and bridges behind and below them was dazzling, but Obi-Wan noticed the beauty little more than he had the height, the fatigue, or the hunger.At the moment, his mind was occupied by other, more urgent concerns.As if his Padawan could read his thoughts, Anakin spoke."I hope you're not still annoyed with me, Master."There it was, another reference to Anakin's rash actions on Forscan VI.Forscan VI was a colony planet at the edge of the Cron drift, currently unaffiliated with either Republic or Confederacy.Elite Separatist infiltration agents had set up a training camp on Forscan, their"exercises" playing havoc with the settlers.The most delicate aspect of the counteroperation was repelling those agents without ever letting the colonists know that outsiders had assisted them.Tricky.Dangerous."No," Obi-Wan said."We contained the situation.My approach is more.measured.But you displayed your usual initiative.You weren't disobeying a direct order, so.we'll mark it down to creative problem solving, and leave it at that."Anakin breathed a sigh of relief.Powerful bonds of love and mutual respect connected the two men, but in times past Anakin's impulsiveness had tested those bonds sorely.Still, there was little doubt that the Padawan would receive Obi-Wan's highest recommendations.Years of observation had forced Obi-Wan to grant thatAnakin's seeming impetuosity was in fact a deep and profound understanding of superior skills."You were right," Anakin said, as if Obi-Wan's mild answer gave him permission to admit his own errors."Those mountains were impassable.Confederacy reinforcements would have bogged down inthe ice storm, but I couldn't take the chance.There were too many lives at stake.""It takes maturity to admit an error," Obi-Wan said."I think we can keep these thoughts between us.My report will reflect admiration for your initiative."The two comrades faced, and gripped each other's forearms.Obi-Wan had no children, and likely never would.But the unity of Padawan and Master was as deep as any parent-child bond, and in some ways deeper still."Good luck," Anakin said."Give my regards to Chancellor Palpatine."A hovercar slid in next to the walkway, and Anakin hopped aboard, disappearing into the sky traffic without a backward glance.Obi-Wan shook his head.The boy would be fine.Had to be fine.If a Jedi as gifted as Anakin could not rise above youthful hubris, what hope was there for the rest of them?But meanwhile there was a more immediate matter to consider.Why exactly had he been called back to Coruscant? Certainly it must be an emergency, but what kind of emergency.? The appointed meeting place was the T'Chuk sporting arena, a tiered shell with seating for half a million thronging spectators.Here chin-bret, Coruscant's most popular spectator sport, was played before hundreds of thousands of cheering fans.Today, however, no expert chin-bretier leapt in graceful arcs across the sand; no pikers vaulted about returning serves.No cerulean-vested goalkeepers veered like mad demicots, hoisting their team's torch aloft.Today the vast stadium was empty, cleared and sequestered, hosting a very different sort of gathering.As he emerged from the echoing length of pedestrian tunnel, Obi Wan scanned the tiered stands.Most of the rows were as empty as a Tatooine desertscape, but a few dozen witnesses were gathered in the box-seat section.He recognized a scattering of high-level elected officials, some important but ordinarily reclusive bureaucrats, a few people from the technical branches, and even some clone troopers.Instinct and experience suggested that this was a war council.Over time the Clone Wars' initial chaos had settled into a tidal rhythm; loyalties declared, alliances formed.The galaxy was too vast for war to touch all its myriad shores, but at any given time battles raged on a hundred different worlds.While that number represented an insignificant fraction of the billions of star systems swirling about the galaxy, due to long-standing alliances and partnerships, what happened to millions of living beings had the potential to affect trillions.Already kingdoms, nations, and families had been ravaged by the wars.As the numbers grew and weapons inevitably became more and more powerful, devastation might well spiral out of control, offsetting the countless eons of struggle that had finally birthed a galaxywide union.The labor of a thousand generations, vanished? Never!Lines had been drawn: Separatists on the one side, and the Republic on the other.For Obi-Wan as well as many others, that line was drawn with his own life's blood.The Republic would stand, or Obi-Wan and every Jedi who had ever strode the Temple's halls would fall.It was a simple equation.And in simplicity there was both clarity and strength.2T'Chuk arena's sand-covered floor was empty save for a pale, slender humanoid female.She wore a white technician's cloak, and her black hair was cropped short.She stood tinkering with a gleaming chrome hourglass-shaped construct that Obi-Wan found a bit puzzling: it looked more like an edgy work of art, a Mavinian clusterwedding organ, or perhaps a Juzzian colony marker, than anything dangerous enough to concern a Jedi.Rows of narrow pointed legs at the base were the only apparent means of locomotion.What in the thousand worlds was this about?The technician fiddled with the device, running various wires from it to a pod at her waist [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]