Part 5 (1/2)

Mon Mothma, who was deeply engaged in a logistical problem, took scant notice. Sneezes and what people said about them were less important than medical supplies and the systems used to distribute them. Mon Mothma wore her hair short so as to minimize maintenance and preferred loose-fitting robes - worn with a single clasp or pin - to the tunics and trousers that Leia favored. Perhaps it was a habit picked up during her years as a senator or - and this seemed more likely - it was a matter of comfort. Whatever the reason, the administrator's robes swished this way and that as she strode back and forth.

”And so,” she continued, ”the efficient distribution of medical supplies not only will save lives, it will signal the government's priorities and our ability to deliver on them.”

Luke, who knew he should care about such matters, struggled to pay attention. The administrative and political matters that Mon Mothma and his sister found so fascinating often left him cold or, more accurately, bored. That being the case, he looked hopeful when one of Mon Mothma's aides slipped into the compartment and whispered something into the administrator's ear. Any sort of distraction would be welcome. The administrator listened, nodded, and said something in return.

The aide left, and Mon Mothma turned to her guests. ”Excuse the interruption, but it seems as though something rather urgent has come up.”

Leia and Luke rose as if to leave, and Mon Mothma gestured for them to stay. ”No. I would appreciate your opinions on this.”

The hatch opened, and a woman entered. Leia noticed she was pretty, though not self-consciously so, and dressed in a civilian flight suit. The fact that she had pa.s.sed through a security check and still wore a sidearm testified to her clearance. Mon Mothma gave the newcomer a hug and turned to her guests. ”Jan, this is Leia Organa and her brother Luke Skywalker... Leia, Luke, this is Jan Ors. It was Jan who, along with an agent named Kyle Katarn, stole the Death Star plans from the lab on Danuta.”

Jan felt blood rush to her cheeks. Leia Organa? As in Princess Leia Organa? And Luke Skywalker? The Jedi Knight? Both were famous. She wasn't sure what kind of reception she would get.

But there was no mistaking their enthusiasm, the warmth of Leia's handshake, or the grin on Skywalker's face as they circled the table to greet her. ”This is a real pleasure .... What you did took guts. And it saved a lot of lives. Thank you.”

Jan blushed all over again, stammered something about how Kyle had carried out the most difficult part of the mission, and was glad when Mon Mothma brought the conversation back to the present. ”You have something to report? Something about a valley?”

Jan nodded. ”It's called the Valley of the Jedi.”

Luke sat up straight. ”What did you say? The Valley of what?”

Alarmed and somewhat taken aback, Jan repeated the name. ”The Valley of the Jedi . . . Why? Have you heard of it?”

Luke looked thoughtful. ”Yes, I've heard of it. First from Yoda. And then from others. None of them had actually seen it, though . . . and that makes me wonder.”

Jan shrugged and held the disk up for them to see. ”Well, Kyle's father thought it was real and left a message to that effect.”

Leia frowned. ”Thought it was real? What happened to him?”

Jan remembered the holo she and Kyle had seen on board the Star of Empire and winced. ”The Imperials murdered Morgan Katarn and placed his head on a spike.”

Luke raised an eyebrow. ”He was beheaded? That's how they killed him?”

”I guess so. Does it make a difference?”

The Jedi's bionic hand strayed to the lightsaber at his side. ”Maybe, and maybe not,” he replied vaguely. ”But it's my observation that beheadings are as rare as the weapons used to carry them out.”

Jan was just starting to consider the implications of that when Mon Mothma gestured toward the disk. ”Let's see what Katarn has to say.”

Jan apologized for the quality and dropped the disk into a player. What looked like a snowstorm swirled, static crackled, and an image appeared. The man had gray, almost white hair, and a full growth of beard. His eyes were kindly but tired. A workshop or similar area appeared in the background.

”This message is intended for my son Kyle Katarn -” crackle . . . pop, . . . crackle. . . ”- Kyle, I have left two very important items for you. The first is a map to the Valley of the Jedi, which is embedded in the stone ceiling above this room. The other is a lightsaber that once belonged to a Jedi named Rahn. Use it well. Use it for good.”

Mon Mothma knew Rahn and wondered where he was. Luke had heard of the Jedi from Yoda.

Leia broke the silence. ”No offense to you or the Katarn family, but so what? Why should the Alliance get involved? Resources are scarce. They must be allocated with care.” Mon Mothma nodded in agreement.

Jan felt defensive and tried to conceal it. ”The Imperials care, so we should care. They tried to keep the disk, lost it to Kyle, and fought to get it back. That's the best answer I can give.”

Luke intervened before Leia could reply. ”Listen to the legend, and you will understand.”

Mon Mothma started to say something and thought better of it. Luke continued. ”Hundreds and hundreds of years ago a Jedi named Kaan turned away from the light and formed the Brotherhood of Darkness. The Brotherhood used the dark side of the Force to build an empire and were well on their way toward expanding it when an army was raised to oppose them.

”The army of opposition consisted of beings from many species and planets, representing all walks of life. But they had one thing in common. They were Jedi.

”The two sides came together on a remote and little-known world. Salvos of pure energy were exchanged, storms raged across the land, and lightning flashed from the skies. Entire cities were destroyed, a species was pushed to the edge of extermination, and spirits separated from their bodies.

”Finally, after days of mortal combat, the Brotherhood was defeated. Knowing that he had lost but unwilling to accept defeat, Kaan lured his opponents into a valley. And it was there that the Brotherhood of Darkness committed suicide, taking good Jedi with them. Not to the freedom of death but into a state of suspended animation where they remain trapped.

”Their spirits should be released and allowed to merge with the Force, but there are those who would tap the energy they represent and use it for evil. a.s.suming the stories are true, a.s.suming such a place exists, it would be well worth fighting for.”

There was momentary silence as the rest of the group took the story in. Jan was the first to speak. ”Kyle will be up and around soon. We'll find the map.”

Mon Mothma shook her head. ”I don't think that's a very good idea, Jan. Kyle needs time to heal.”

Leia saw the way Jan's eyes narrowed, the manner in which her mouth formed a hard, straight line, and knew the agent disagreed. What she didn't know was the extent to which Jan had matured over the last year or so, giving her the courage to challenge Mon Mothma's authority.

”With all due respect, agents are wounded all the time and thrown into action the moment they can walk. If this is about Kyle and the fact that he was an Imperial officer, then say so.”

The fact that the agent in question had been a member of the Imperial military forces was news to Leia and Luke. They exchanged glances but remained silent. Mon Mothma felt no such compunction. ”All right, it may not be fair, but I don't trust him. He's a graduate of the Imperial Military Academy. How can we be sure of his loyalty?”

Leia looked from one woman to the other and said what she felt. ”Han was a smuggler, and some say worse. He graduated from the Academy, yet you trust him. People can and do change.”

Jan shot Leia a grateful look. It confirmed what Leia had suspected all along. Jan Ors was in love with Kyle Katarn - for better or worse.

If Mon Mothma was annoyed, she gave no sign of it. ”So, Luke, you've heard both sides of the issue. What do you think?”

The Jedi stared at the floor, lost in thought. His words came slowly, as if from a distance. ”I think the second part of the message bears on the first. What did Katarn say? Something about a lightsaber that belonged to Rahn? The gift implies talent - talent and something more connections that I sense but can't put into words. I believe we can trust Kyle. The real question is whether he can trust himself. A self-taught Jedi? A great deal could go wrong. Still, the path is his, and he must walk it.”

Mon Mothma looked thoughtful for a moment and turned to Jan. ”Say nothing of this meeting. Allow Kyle to do as he will. If he's even half the man you say he is, all will be well. If he turns on us - kill him. Agreed?”

Kyle? Jedi? Was such a thing possible? And what about Mon Mothma's orders? Jan remembered Danuta - and the moment when she had pointed her blaster at Kyle's head. She hadn't been able to do it then. Could she do it now? Probably not. But she nodded anyway. ”Agreed.”

Leia saw the lie and allowed herself the tiniest of smiles. Life had never been, and never would be, simple.

Kyle hovered somewhere between sleep and wakefulness. He heard the medic enter the room, watched her through carefully slitted eyes, and maintained his silence. The shoulder wound felt better, much better, but he was in no mood to talk.

The medic glanced in his direction as if to make sure that the agent was all right and turned her attention to the officer in the next bed. Tubes snaked in and out of his body, and the respirator made a gentle wheezing sound as it pushed oxygen into his lungs. The medic checked to make sure everything was operating properly, tapped some readings into a datapad, and left the compartment.

Kyle allowed himself to drift and was just about to take still another nap when someone entered. The medic? Back already? He peered through half-closed eyes.

Jan came in, looked around, and approached the foot of his bed. She looked just plain wonderful - pretty in spite of the coveralls she wore, yet pensive, as if she was worried about something.

Kyle was about to greet Jan, to tell her he felt better, when she turned away. Two lockers, one for each patient, were bolted to the bulkhead. Jan opened Kyle's, removed his trousers, and slipped her hand into a pocket. Then, after placing a kiss on his forehead, she left.

Kyle waited to make sure she wouldn't return, swung his feet over the side of the bed, and got to his feet. The deck was cold and hard. He opened the locker, grabbed his pants, and checked the pockets. Everything, including the all-important disk, was just as he'd left it. Or was it? What was Jan doing anyway? And if she had removed something - only to replace it - what had it been? His wallet? The disk? The holo cube? And why?