The Blood Carver climbed up out of the second seat and swung one long arm back to the hatch. "I assume silence means courage and you will not fly. So my mission has failed. I will kill the female now and dispose of her body."
"No!" Anakin shouted. "I'll fly. Leave her be."
He probed once more, and sucked in his breath with relief. He could feel Obi-Wan-he was injured but still alive. Anakin could not imagine a universe without his master.
Good. It would be the end of your trial to lose your master. Now. . begin.
Anakin ran his hands over the controls. They were not marked, but their design and placement were reasonably standard.
The ship once again explained her condition. She was ready to fly, but her fuel reserves were low-the tanks had not yet been filled by the technicians.
"We don't have enough fuel to get far," Anakin informed the Blood Carver. The Blood Carver grabbed the placket of his ritual robe and pulled Anakin close, breathing hot, peppery breath into his face.
"It's true," Anakin insisted. "I'm not lying."
"Then fly to a place with fuel. We must preserve this ship."
"You're the one who couldn't get a ship made! The seed- partners hated you."
"Yes, I am a disgrace," the Blood Carver said coldly. "Now fly."
Anakin brought his hands down over the controls, pulled back on the aft thrusters, and the ship's engines sang to life instantly, smoothly, unlike the engines in any other ship he had ever flown.
The hatch closed.
Some maiden voyage.
Anakin pushed the control levers forward. The console reached up around his fingers and hands. The ship spoke to him, taught him what to do. Anakin, in turn, suggested that the ship should break free of her cradle and fly straight up for a few hundred meters, then level off and head southwest.
The ship did all these things.
He was taking the Blood Carver away from Obi-Wan, giving his master time to recover. It was unfortunate that Jabitha had crawled into the ship. Anakin was more than just concerned for her safety.
He could feel his strength returning, and then building. To his dismay, the primary component of that strength was a red heat of anger.
It is the way, boy. Anger and hatred are the fuel. Stoke them, gather strength.
Again, the voice, terrifying in its power. Anakin could not identify its intent-it was raw, the voice of loyalty and survival, and it seemed to sneer at any second-guessing.
Anakin did not want Jabitha to see what that voice would make him be, what he would become, in order to save Obi-Wan, defeat his enemies, and survive.
Chapter 44
Raith Sienar looked out from the command bridge and saw the newly arrived fleet of twelve ships maneuvering to join up with his squadron. He recognized two converted midsized Hoersch-Kessel Drive cargo haulers-smaller than the ungainly craft that had blockaded Naboo, but of the same type. The remaining ten ships were Corellian Engineering light cruisers designed to escort the large Republic Dreadnoughts, the most powerful weapons in the Republic armory.
Yet Tarkin had not managed to procure any Dreadnoughts. His connections were not that strong.
Captain Kett surveyed the new ships with some satisfaction, no doubt anticipating the time when he would no longer have to take orders from Sienar.
The extent of Tarkin's betrayal was all too clear to Sienar. The starfighter droids had accepted Sienar's programming, but had enacted hidden code anyway-code designed to sabotage Sienar's plans. For all he knew, the starfighters had killed Ke Daiv, aroused the inhabitants of Zonama Sekot, and completely ruined any chance of getting a Sekotan ship.
Perhaps all Tarkin cared about was making himself look good before the Supreme Chancellor.
Kett walked up the steps to the command deck. Sienar turned to meet him.
"Captain Kett," he said, "prepare to receive Commander Tarkin. I empower you to coordinate with his command and tender my resignation as commander."
"Sir, that is not regulation."
"Nothing done so far has been according to regulations. You are at the mercy of rogues once again, Captain Kett. I will not be one of those rogues anymore."
"Sir, you don't understand-"
"I understand only too well."
"I have orders from Commander Tarkin."
"He's here already?" Sienar asked with a lift of his lips, neither surprise nor amusement.
"He will board Admiral Korvin and assume command at any moment. He does not need your permission."
"I see."
"You cannot resign, because you have been placed under ar rest. Your rank is frozen pending a formal hearing."
"Have they communicated charges?"
"No, sir."
Sienar shook his head and laughed. "By all means, then, do what must be done. Lock me away."
"Commander Tarkin requests the security codes to all of the new programs installed in the ship's droids, sir."
"You told him?"
"I told him nothing, sir. He seems to have anticipated you would do some such thing."
Sienar laughed again, even more falsely. His face flushed with anger. "Tell him the droid programs are burned in and cannot be modified. Also, tell him attempts to remove the computer cores or engage in a memory wipe will initiate droid self-destruct."
"Sir, that would put our entire complement of droids out of action!"
"It did not stop the starfighters, Captain Kett. I'm sure Tarkin can figure out some work-around. I just don't want to help him do it."
Kett examined Sienar with a puzzled expression. "Sir, what is all this about? Some dispute between you and Commander Tarkin?"
"Not at all," Sienar said. "From the beginning, I've been assigned the role of patsy. Our mission was meant to go wrong. It has gone wrong. We've alerted Zonama Sekot to our presence. Subtlety and finesse are out of the question. From now on, it will be brute force and coercion. More Tarkin's style. Nothing I do or don't do now can change that. I'll be in my quarters, should Tarkin wish to see me."
He climbed down the steps and made his way forward, to the commander's quarters. Along the way, in the wide main corridor that ran above the cargo holds of the Admiral Korvin, Republic troops blocked his path.