Star Wars: Jedi Quest: The Master of Disguise: Book 4 (Star Wars Jedi Quest) by Watson Jude

Author:Watson, Jude [Watson, Jude]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
ISBN: 9781484719763
Publisher: Disney Book Group
Published: 2014-09-30T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Nierport Seven was within the Core, but its desolation reminded Obi-Wan of an Outer Rim planet. It was a cold, barren moon with only one small settlement. Nierport’s meager vegetation appeared to be a wild bush with red thorns well over a meter long. It was said the bushes bloomed with beautiful violet flowers in the summer, but the summer only lasted a month. The rest of the year was numbingly cold and bleak. The buildings were built with thick blocks of stone designed to keep out the cold wind.

Nierport Seven was one of seven moons in a small system that was notable only because it was a convenient refueling stop on the way to Coruscant. Most of the intragalactic travelers chose to refuel on the planet Eeropha, which at least had several small cities. But Nierport Seven was able to support a refueling stop of its own and a few small guesthouses, all serving the kind of pilots who could not afford to scrounge up even the low prices Eeropha charged.

At least the moon was small, Obi-Wan told himself. The population was clustered around the refueling station. It did not take him long to locate several people who had known Granta Omega.

That was the good news. The bad news was that no one knew very much about him.

There was only one café on Nierport Seven, and it was next to the refueling station. The café was called Food and Drink, and the owner turned out to be as cut and dry as the title of his establishment.

“Never knew him personally. Heard of him. He left.” That was all the owner had to say.

“Is there anyone else who would know him?” Obi-Wan asked. “Anybody who still lives here? He left seven years ago.”

“Most folks leave in three years,” the owner said. “Can’t take any more.”

Obi-Wan waited. He had learned this from Qui-Gon. Most beings would come up with additional information if you just stayed quiet.

“Might try that trio in the corner,” the owner said gruffly. “They’ve stuck around. They were born here and they’ll die here.”

The three natives of Nierport sat around the table. They were wearing grease-stained clothes that told Obi-Wan they had just finished a shift at the refueling station.

Obi-Wan nodded a hello. They looked at him warily.

“Jedi?” one of them said. “Never seen your kind here.”

Obi-Wan eyed their empty glasses. “Anyone for a refill?”

Their empty glasses were pushed away and they looked at him hopefully. Obi-Wan signaled for another round. “And I’ll have the same,” he told the bartender.

The drinks arrived. They clinked the smeared glasses.

Obi-Wan peered at the red liquid. “What is this?”

“Claing juice,” one of the men said. “It’s native to the system. We extract the juice from the thorns of the native bush.”

Obi-Wan took a small sip. The juice seared his lips and tongue and then burned like blazing fire going down. He managed not to cough, but his eyes streamed tears.

The three men laughed uproariously.

“Claing can even bring a Jedi to his knees,” one of them chortled.

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