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Sadow’s name triggered memories of ancient history lessons from Jaden’s time in the Jedi academy.

“Yes, Sadow,” Relin said. “His forces marshal at Primus Goluud even now while we debate trivialities. Hear me, Jaden. I need your help and I need it now.”

The pieces of Relin’s story started to fall into place—Kirrek, Nadill, Sadow, his ignorance of Grand Master Skywalker, his obsolete lightsaber, the oddly made blaster he bore.

Jaden’s suspicion hit him like an unexpected punch in the stomach. How could this be? How?

“This is not possible,” he whispered.

Relin mistook his meaning. “It is not only possible, it is essential. I need to get back onto
Harbinger.
” He looked at Khedryn. “Unless this ship can bring it down?”

Khedryn scoffed, put the hammer and ax back into their wall mounts. “This is a freighter, not a warship. I don’t have ship-to-ship weapons. Jaden, are you all right?”

“Nothing at all?” Relin asked.

“Nothing,” Khedryn said to Relin. “Jaden? Are you all right?”

Jaden swallowed through a throat gone dry. When he spoke, his voice sounded as mechanical as that of a protocol
droid. “The Battle of Kirrek was fought more than five thousand years ago. Naga Sadow has been dead for centuries. If what you’ve told us is correct, your misjump didn’t just move you through space.” He let the moment hang there for a moment, allowing Relin to brace himself, before he said, “It moved you through time.”

“You are mad,” Relin said, but he took half a step back. His eyes flicked to Jaden’s lightsaber, his blaster, the ship, to Khedryn, his blaster.

“Seconded,” Khedryn said to Jaden, his lazy eye and good eye seemingly split between Relin and Jaden. “That cannot be right. Can it?”

“Look at my lightsaber,” Jaden said, and held up the hilt of his blade. “Lightsaber technology left the power pack behind long ago.”

Relin took another step back, resisting the evidence before his eyes. “You have a more advanced lightsaber, but it means noth—”

“Look at this ship, Relin,” Jaden said. “His blaster. Mine.” He held up his own DL-44.

Relin’s eyes widened, his pale skin growing a shade more pallid. “This is … a mistake. I …”

He visibly concentrated, once more testing Jaden’s Force presence.

“I
am
a Jedi,” Jaden said, understanding his purpose. “You are not being misled.”

Relin sagged and Khedryn stepped forward as if to help Relin keep his feet, but the Jedi waved him off.

Jaden continued: “The galaxy just endured a civil war caused by a Sith Lord named Caedus, but he was defeated by the Order and its allies. My Jedi Order. Before that, the Jedi were instrumental in overthrowing a galaxywide Empire ruled by a Sith Lord named Palpatine.”

“Jaden …,” Khedryn said, holding out a hand to Relin as if to steady him. “Come on, let’s tend to those ribs. We can work this out later. I am sure there’s an explanation.”

“I just gave it,” Jaden said, more convinced than ever.

Relin stared at Jaden, started to speak, and then stopped. He shook his head.

“How can this be?”

Jaden had no idea. It seemed impossible, yet he sensed no lie in Relin, and the facts he had were the facts he had. “Get Marr,” he said to Khedryn, thinking the Cerean, with his mathematical gifts, might be able to explain what had happened.

Khedryn licked his lips. “Just so I know what to tell him: you’re saying I have an old Imperial distress call coming from a moon no one’s charted before, a five-thousand-year-old Jedi aboard my ship, and a five-thousand-year-old Sith dreadnought with some evil ore aboard flying through my sky?”

Neither Jaden nor Relin said anything. Jaden understood Khedryn’s need to make light. That was how he coped.

“If this is work to you, Jaden,” Khedryn said, “I’d love to see what you do for excitement.” He activated his communicator. “Marr, you will not believe this.”

Saes hurried through
Harbinger
’s corridors, bays, and lifts. Damage-control teams saluted him as they hurried by.

The bone rings holding his hair in a long tail bounced against his back with each stride. He still felt a joyous light-headedness, an aftereffect from his use of the Lignan.

When he reached the secondary bridge, he found the night watch already taking their stations. The
viewscreen remained dark.
Harbinger
was blind. All of them, males and females, human and nonhuman, stood and raised a fist in a salute. They smelled of stale fear.

“Captain on the bridge,” said Lieutenant Llerd, standing at attention and sticking out his barrel chest.

“As you were,” Saes said to the crew, and they returned to work. “You are acting executive officer,
Colonel
Llerd.”

“Thank you, sir,” said the human.

“Status?”

“Most of our instrumentation is down, so I’ve ordered a full stop,” Llerd said. “Repair teams are trying to repair blown bulkheads. The primary bridge has been sealed off.”

“Get our instrumentation operational and get a scan under way. I want to know where we are. And get the viewscreen up.”

“Copy, sir,” the human answered.

Someone activated the bridge’s communications system. Static crackled for a moment; then the damage reports started pouring in. Saes noted them absently, but his mind was on Relin. He recalled the mirth in Relin’s eyes in the moment before the charges on the hyperdrive had blown. The recollection summoned anger. He put a finger to the tip of the horn jutting from his jaw, pressed until the finger bled and he had his anger controlled.

His onetime Master had probably escaped before the jump, though Saes figured it was possible that he could still be aboard.

Saes reached out with the Force and tried to feel Relin’s presence, but picked up nothing. Of course, he knew Relin could mask his presence when he wished. Saes tapped his bleeding finger against his jaw horn.
Llerd watched him, frozen, as if hypnotized by the motion.

“Colonel Llerd?”

Llerd came back to himself. “Sir?”

“Have security perform a room-by-room sweep of the ship. We may still have a Jedi aboard.”

“Yes, sir.”

Saes sat in the command chair, issuing orders and letting his surviving crew do the work of resurrecting
Harbinger
. One by one its systems came back online.

“Scanners operational,” said Llerd at last. His tone sharpened. “Picking up a ship, sir. Odd signature. Viewscreen coming online.”

A white line formed in the center of the screen, expanded to show the black of space and stars, a nearby ringed gas giant, and a small ship shimmering in the glow of the system’s orange sun.

“Magnify the ship,” Saes said.

The image centered on the ship and expanded. A flattened disk, with an ancillary vessel attached to it side. He saw no obvious weapons. Not a warship, then. Saes had never seen a ship of its make before.

“That is one of our escape pods,” Llerd said, pointing. “There, aft.”

Saes rose from his seat, understanding instantly what it meant. Relin had escaped
Harbinger
in a pod right after the jump and was now rendezvousing with his Jedi allies.

“Close on that ship and fire main batteries, Colonel. Bring it down.”

“Weapons are still offline, sir.”

Saes clutched the edge of his seat, unable to take his eyes from the ship and the pod. He would not let Relin escape again, not again.

“Scramble two squadrons of Blades. I want that ship on fire.”

*  *  *

As Khedryn, Relin, and Jaden hurried toward the bridge, Marr’s voice rang out from Khedryn’s comlink.

“Incoming, Captain. Sixteen fighters have launched from the cruiser.”

“You must be kidding me!” Khedryn said. He looked at Jaden and Relin as if it were their fault, and Jaden supposed it was. “This started as a kriffing sabacc game!”

“Saes must suspect I am here,” Relin said matter-of-factly.

“Then leave,” Khedryn said, but recovered himself almost instantly. “I do not mean that. Sorry. I’ve no love for Sith. Especially really old ones.” He spoke into his communicator. “Plot a jump, Marr. This is unsafe sky for rascals.”

“No!” Jaden and Relin said as one.

That stopped Khedryn in his steps, and he turned to face them. “No?”

“I have to get down to that moon, Khedryn,” Jaden said.

“And I need to stop
Harbinger,
” Relin said.

Kheydrn looked at them as if they were crazed. “You heard sixteen, yes?” To Relin he said, “The Battle of Kirrek already happened.” To Jaden he added, “And that moon isn’t going anywhere.”

“Cruiser’s on the move, too,” Marr said.

“You hear?” Khedryn asked, eyebrows raised.

Jaden heard desperation in his own voice and made no effort to hide it. “The Force directed me here. I cannot leave until I see what’s on that moon.”

“Maybe you were sent here just to find Relin,” Khedryn said, obviously hoping that would convince him. “Maybe you’ve both already done what you’re supposed to do.”

Jaden shook his head. Relin joined him.

“This is incidental,” Jaden said.

“Incidental?” Khedryn responded. “That’s what you call this? You are both madmen. Worse than fanatics. Those haunted eyes.” He shook his head, paced a few steps, snapped into his comlink. “Marr, can we outrun them without jumping?”

“Outrun them to
where
, Captain?”

“Good question,” Khedryn mumbled to himself. He looked to Jaden and Relin. “Ideas?”

Jaden did not hesitate. “We use the rings for cover. Scanners will never find us and the fighters will not follow.”

“That’s because we’ll be space dust,” Khedryn said. “Last time I tried, I wasn’t able to walk between raindrops. So unless you can—”

“I can,” Jaden said. “And I’ll pilot
Junker.
” Seeing Khedryn’s hesitation, he said, “I can do it, Captain.”

“Force-piloting?” Relin asked, one eyebrow raised.

Jaden nodded.

“Stang, man,” Khedryn said, shifting on his feet. “Stang.”

“Still closing,” Marr said, his voice somehow staying placid. “Orders, Captain? Sitting still seems unwise.”

“You think?” Khedryn snapped. He stared at Jaden. Finally he said, “Head into the rings, Marr. Ahead full until we hit them, then Jaden gets the stick.”

A long hesitation. “Flying into the rings is madness, Captain.”

“Yes. It seems to be going around. Just do it.”

Jaden thumped Khedryn on the shoulder. “I appreciate the trust.”

Relin said, “You said you have no weapons, but what
do
you have?”

“Nothing. A tractor beam mount on the rear. We use it for towing derelicts.”

“Take me to it.”

“What do you have in mind?” Jaden asked him.

“Perhaps nothing. But perhaps something. Jaden … 
Harbinger
’s captain and I have a personal connection. The fighters will follow you into the rings.”

“Understood.”

“Nearing the rings,” Marr said. “The fighters are fast, Captain.”

“They’re kriffin’ antiques! How can they be fast?”

“Antiques? I don’t under—”

“Never mind, Marr. Jaden is on his way up.”

Jaden thumped Khedryn on the shoulder again. “I’ll be sure to get a piece of Marr’s chewstim.”

“Get two.”

The Blades poured out of
Harbinger
’s belly and swooped into view on the viewscreen, streaking toward the Jedi ship. The ship turned, its engines flared blue, and it accelerated toward the gas giant’s rings.

“Where is he running to? The rings?” Llerd asked. “There’s not much room to fly in there.”

Saes watched the Blades bear down on the ship. “If he goes into the rings, order the Blades to pursue. I want that ship destroyed. He will try to jump if we allow him to clear the planet’s gravity well. The Blades are not to allow that.”

Llerd did not hesitate. “Yes, sir.”

Saes turned to 8L6, the replacement science droid. “I want a course back to Primus Goluud as soon as possible. And I want a subspace transmission on the ship-to-ship frequency. See if you can raise
Omen.
”

He doubted he was anywhere near
Omen
, but he needed to confirm.

“Captain, I am getting very odd readings,” said 8L6.

Saes leaned forward in his chair. “Specify.”

“Astronavigation is unconnected to
Harbinger
’s base chrono.”

The words pulled Saes away from his chair to 8L6’s side. He made sure Llerd was occupied before continuing the conversation. “How can that be?”

“Unknown, but standard astronavigational markers are not where they should be given the time.”

Saes studied the readings for himself. Everything was out of place. “Something fouled the ship’s chrono. Double-check it.”

“I ran several diagnostics before bringing this to your attention. The chrono is functioning correctly.”

A nervous tingle moved up Saes’s spine. “Then you have mislocated us in space. Astronavigation was damaged.”

“I have located our new position with ninety-nine point nine nine percent confidence. I know
where
we are.”

The implication of the words hung in the space between them, unmarked on 8L6’s expressionless face. Saes’s yellow eyes reflected off the droid’s surface, stared back at him.

Saes spoke in a low tone and asked the question, though he already knew the answer. “What are you saying, Elsix?”

The droid, too, spoke in a quiet tone. “I am saying that given our position, my long-range astronavigation scans strongly suggest that significant time has passed since we entered hyperspace.”

Saes glanced around to ensure that no one was listening. “How significant?”

“More than five thousand years.”

The words settled like weights on Saes’s mind, heavy with meaning. He put a hand on a nearby chair and locked his knees. The tingle creeping up his spine spread
to his entire body. His legs felt weak under him but the chair kept him up. He turned and stared at the viewscreen, at the stars that looked the same to him as those he had left behind but were five millennia out of position.

“How?” he said.

“The most likely explanation is that the misjump resulted in
Harbinger
’s never quite entering hyperspace. We had a hyperspace tunnel in front of us but never entered it. Instead, the ship accelerated to near lightspeed only. For us, only a short time passed. For the rest of the galaxy, five thousand years passed.”