Star Wars - Getaway by Christie Golden

Author:Christie Golden [Golden, Christie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2012-07-04T14:30:44+00:00

Strangely enough, the road to the top was easy. Jag wondered why Pharika had been so insistent that it would be dangerous. She had, however, been right about the view. He slowed in appreciation and Jaina stopped dead in her tracks as they rounded a turn and, suddenly, the temple was there. It was small, as such things went, and the columns showed more wear up close than they had when glimpsed from far away, of course. But still—

Jaina staggered back, as if something had struck her.

Jag caught her arm to steady her. Pharika came up, looking concerned. “Kara? Are you all right? The altitude does affect some climbers.”

Jaina pressed a hand to her temple. “I’m fine,” she said. “Please — could you give us a moment?”

Pharika glanced from one to the other, then nodded. “Of course.” With a final concerned look, she walked off a discreet distance. Jaina turned a face lit with a huge smile to Jag, who was by now utterly confused.

“Jaina, what is it?” he asked.

“The Force!” she cried, pressing a hand to her heart. “This place is absolutely soaked in it! I have no idea why I didn’t sense it before.”

“If it is a Jedi temple, its founders might not want everyone knowing that.”

Jaina nodded. “Makes sense. Especially if…” Her voice trailed off. With a glance back at Pharika, who had walked to the far side of a remaining column, Jaina approached the center of the ruins. She was still slightly unsteady, increasing Jag’s concern, but then she abruptly stopped her almost trance-like walking and looked down at her feet. He followed her gaze. She was staring intently at what appeared to be just another broken piece of stone, one of many littering the center of the ruins.

“There it is!” she cried.

“Congratulations, you found a rock,” Jag said.

“No, it’s not a rock. It’s emitting a sort of distortion field that disguises it as a rock,” Jaina said, all her attention focused on the object. Trembling, she knelt and reverently picked it up in both hands.

And then Jag saw it, too. It was a small octahedron, emitting a soothing, pulsing blue light from swirls and geometric patterns that danced joyfully along its surface.

A Jedi holocron.

“We knew you’d lead us straight to it… Master Solo.”

The voice came from Pharika, but its hardness sounded nothing like the guide’s former dulcet tones. Jag and Jaina whirled to see the Sakuubian pointing a blaster at them. Jag was about to break into a laugh at the thought of one lone woman standing against him and Jaina when suddenly a compact, sleek little ship emerged from the chasm below the temple. It was some sort of light, transatmospheric vessel, and Jag had never seen anything like it before. He didn’t need to be a Jedi to have a bad feeling about it.

Jaina looked completely unruffled. “You won’t harm me while I have this,” she said calmly.

“No,” Pharika admitted. “I wouldn’t harm you.” She turned and fired a shot at Jag’s foot without batting an eyelash.

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