Star Wars - 236 - I, Jedi by Michael A. Stackpole

Author:Michael A. Stackpole [Stackpole, Michael A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, General, Science Fiction, Adventure, Science Fiction; American, Pirates, Abduction, Star Wars Fiction
ISBN: 9780553578737
Google: SDR4uLCimrEC
Amazon: 0553578731
Publisher: Spectra
Published: 1998-01-01T08:00:00+00:00

It also struck me as odd that I never had a sense of Tavira's advisors before the probe in the office, or during the battle. If they could detect me, they were within my range to detect them, or so it would seem. They had to be shielding themselves as well, remaining hidden. Given that until a half-dozen years before, being a Jedi was a quick way to slow death, the ability to remain hidden was a virtue. For me, however, this virtue meant I could be standing right next to a dangerous enemy and not know it. Second, and equally important, I'd learned Tavira did not like being crossed. I blunted the prelude to a proposition, she punished me for it, then told me I'd never defy, her again. She did not admit I'd headed her off, and she did not relinquish control in the situation. She clearly felt she had come out the victor, and I didn't want to know how she was going to rein-force her victory.

I found myself before the Crash and descended into the cool depths. I gave my eyes a chance to adjust to the dim light, then made my way toward the back, to a table where Timmser sat with Caet. Before I could get there, however, Remart landed a hand heavily on my left shoulder. I turned toward him, shrugging his hand off. "You want something?" The big man smiled slyly at me. "Just to buy you a drink."

"Got a special on Alion neurotoxins, do they?"

The bartender, a guy who had enough sores on his face to be from Xa Fel, laughed. "We're not Margath's. Sasyru is buying. What'11 you have?"

"Local lomin-ale, thanks." I looked at Remart. "Why so gen-erous'?"

"I don't want any misunderstandings between us, Captain." He raised a scarlet brandy in my direction as a salute. "No hard feelings."

"Sure." I accepted the ale from the bartender, nodded at Remart, then continued on my way to the back. Timmser slid a chair out with her foot for me. "What's going on with Remart?" Timmser snorted and Caet growled. "Sasyru came in to Nive's office after me, to meet with the admiral and Captain Nive. Came out of the meeting all happy. Seems the admiral thinks she's going to let Remart show her a good time after our next outing."

"Oh." I sipped some of the ale and let the carbonation attack my tongue. The ale soured in my mouth, but I knew it wasn't anything to do with the brewing. I didn't like the idea of Reinart with Admiral Tavira, and turned to glower at him.

Caet let a low growl roll from her throat. "Jealousy does not suit you, Jenos." I looked at her, blinking in surprise. "Jealous? Me? Of Remart? No way." Timmser shook her head. "Got it bad, pretty clearly, Jen." "No, you're wrong." I frowned at the both of them, then drank. I tried to tell myself I didn't like the idea of them being together because Remart would cause trouble for me with Tavira.

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