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Khedryn nodded, and another wild turn nearly caused him to pass out.

“Go,” Relin said, then to Jaden, “Khedryn is on his way to the hold. Open up some space, Jaden.”

Khedryn unstrapped himself and wobbled like a drunk through the corridors, using safety rails to keep his feet as the ship answered with exclamation points to Jaden’s commands. He felt
Junker
accelerate, twist, turn, wheel, and he imagined his ship dancing through hundred-ton raindrops. The superstructure creaked and moaned under the strain.

“Don’t get wet,” he said, tapping a bulkhead as he opened the cargo bay hatches.

Everything was secured and in order, held down with magnetic clamps or stored in containers integrated into the walls or floor. He had two nearly complete landspeeders, his Searing swoop, Marr’s speeder, several containers of electronics, and other pieces of assorted scrap. He ran to the landspeeders—he could not space his Searing—and affixed the mag-grenades. A press of a button turned both of them hot.

“Quickly, Khedryn,” Jaden said through the comlink.

Khedryn did not bother to respond. He hurried across the bay to the air lock doors and activated the venting sequence. A beeper started ticking off the thirty seconds.

“Thirty seconds to vent,” he said into his comlink.

“We have the readout up here,” Marr said, in his calm, certain voice. “Tell us when you are clear.”

Khedryn ran back to the speeders, lost his footing, scrambled to his feet, heart racing, and decoupled them from their magnetic mounts. For good measure, he opened one of the storage containers that held scrap electronics. Too late he realized that if the speeder
bumped hard against something else in the bay, it might trigger the grenades while they were still in the ship.

He started to go back, but Marr’s voice halted him. “Ten seconds to venting.”

“Stang,” he cursed. He exited the cargo bay, secured the hatch, and then grabbed a safety rail with both hands. “Clear.”

Jaden turned
Junker
’s engines loose and slammed the nose down. The g’s flattened Khedryn against the wall, and the overhead siren screamed the imminent venting of the cargo hold. He imagined the speeders skidding across the bay floor, live grenades attached to them.

“You’ve lost them for the moment,” Relin said over the intercom.

“Venting,” said Marr’s voice.

Khedryn stood and stared through the transparisteel viewport in the hatch doors as the air lock opened and months of work, including the speeders, flew out into the void of space. Through the open air lock doors he caught a glimpse of the edge of the rings as
Junker
burst out of them. He also caught a flash, presumably from the explosion.

Jaden nosed back up hard, throwing Khedryn to the floor as he angled back into the rings, still spinning and wheeling.

“A good explosion,” Relin said, as if he were evaluating a grav-ball shot. His vantage at the rear of the ship would have allowed him to see it directly.

Jaden said, “We’ll stay flying hard until we see whether they buy the ruse.”

Khedryn sat in the core of his ship, listening to her strain, waiting for the telltale shake from a laser cannon’s near miss.

Nothing.

“There is nothing behind us,” Relin said.

Khedryn looked to the ceiling, and exhaled. He patted his ship. She had saved him again.

“Find something big enough to accommodate us,” he said. “And set her down. Then everyone get to the galley. We need to talk.”

S
aes watched on the viewscreen as the remaining Blades peeled out of the gas giant’s rings. Llerd monitored the chatter among the pilots through an earpiece, then relayed it to Saes.

“The target has been destroyed, Captain,” Llerd said, his round face flush with the news. “Collided with rocks in the rings. We lost six Blades in the pursuit.”

Saes nodded, surprised to find himself so unmoved by Relin’s death. He supposed whatever attachment he might have had with Relin had been eroded by time and lost long ago. He reached out his consciousness for his Master, trying to recall the feelings he’d had when he’d realized that Relin had been aboard
Harbinger
. He felt nothing, only emptiness, a hole.

He was alone now, five thousand years in the future. His onetime Master had died a fool. Saes regretted the loss of the Blades, particularly since he would not be able to replace them, but he’d needed to end matters with Relin.

“Put us in orbit around the planet’s moon. I will be in my quarters.”

“When repairs are completed, should the helm plot a course to Primus Goluud?” Llerd asked.

Saes heard 8L6’s servos whir as he stood and looked at the captain.

“No,” Saes said. “Plans have changed.”

*  *  *

Khedryn tried to slow his still-racing heart as Jaden set
Junker
down in a deep, sheltered declivity on one of the large asteroids in the rings. His equilibrium was still off from the wild flight, and he swayed as he stood. After confirming that the cargo hold’s air lock had resealed and repressurized, he opened the hatch to check on his Searing.

Still there, along with Marr’s speeder bike. Good. Khedryn loved that swoop.

By the time he reached the galley, Relin was already there, sitting at the central table. Sweat glistened on his face, and his eyes looked like glassy, distant pools sunk in the deep pits of his sockets. His breathing came fast, like that of a rabid animal.

“You are sick,” Khedryn said.

Relin looked up, squinting at Khedryn. “Yes. Radiation.”

Khedryn tried to look sympathetic. “I have nothing aboard, but we can do something for it back on Fhost.” He left a
maybe
behind his teeth, seeing no reason to further burden the Jedi over Farpoint’s limited medical facilities.

Relin stared at him for a long moment. “Thank you.”

“And the ribs? The arm?”

Relin looked at his stump. “I am all right.”

Khedryn could see otherwise but did not push. He held up a caf cup and changed the subject. “Caf? It’s a bitter, uh, caffeinated beverage served hot.”

“Tea?”

“Sure,” Khedryn said, and prepped some tea for the Jedi. It was old, something he’d picked up on a whim months ago, but it was tea.

Jaden and Marr entered, neither talking. Jaden looked drawn behind his beard. Sweat dampened the fringe of his brown hair. Marr, of course, looked like Marr—solid,
calm, as certain as an equation. Khedryn wondered how the Cerean managed such balance.

“I will take some of that caf,” Marr said, staring at Relin with unabashed curiosity. “Jaden explained … matters to me.”

“I’ll take some, too,” said Jaden. His voice had the sound of a man who had not slept in a few days.

“Take a seat, please,” Khedryn said to them both, his tone more formal than he intended.

Marr looked a question at him as he crossed the room but Khedryn, still composing his thoughts, ignored it. He spiked his caf with a jigger of pulkay, then poured caf for Jaden and Marr, joined it on a tray with Relin’s tea, and took it to the table.

“Nice flying,” he said to Jaden.

“It was,” Relin said, wincing in answer to one pain or another. “Well done, Jaden.”

“Thank you,” Jaden said. He seemed to notice Relin’s physical condition for the first time. “Are you … all right?” he asked, the question as loaded as a charged blaster.

Relin sat up straight, cleared his throat, and it turned into a soft cough. “I am fine.”

Khedryn distributed the drinks. “He’s not all right. He’s sick. Radiation. And the arm and ribs.”

“I know all that,” Jaden said, his eyes still on Relin. “That’s not what I mean.”

Khedryn realized that the Jedi were having a conversation at some level invisible to him.

“I am fine,” Relin repeated, but he glanced away.

Jaden sipped his caf and looked unconvinced.

To Relin, Marr said, “Assuming both ships got to near lightspeed, you would have traveled … a long way for five thousand years to pass relatively.”

Khedryn knew Marr must have been discomfited to use words like
near
and
a long way
.

“Yes,” Relin agreed. He looked at Marr. “My name is Relin.”

“Marr. I have so many questions.”

“They’ll have to wait,” Relin said.

“I suppose so,” Marr said.

“Good caf,” Jaden said to Khedryn, holding up the mug.

“Thanks,” Khedryn said as he took station at the head of the table. He swallowed, then dived in headfirst. “I have been thinking hard about this, and … we are done. This is over.” He cut off whatever Jaden and Relin would have said with a raised hand and a raised voice. “
Junker
is my ship. Mine. And I am not risking her, or my crew, over a salvage job.”

“This is more than that,” Relin said, his glassy eyes fixed like glow lamps on Khedryn.

“You know that already, Captain,” Jaden said.

Khedryn gave no ground. “I know it is to you two. To me, this is just another job, and it’s gotten too hairy. Do you know why I don’t have weapons on
Junker
, Relin? Because I run.” He wagged a finger between himself and Marr. “
We
run. I am a salvager. This is a salvage ship.”

He realized that he was breathing heavily, that his tone was overly sharp. He took a moment to control himself. Between the calmness of the Jedi and the placidity of Marr, he felt like he was the only one who grasped the danger they had been in.

Jaden started to speak, but Khedryn pointed a finger at him as if it were loaded.

“And don’t you even consider trying that mind trick nonsense on me again.”

Jaden half smiled, put his hands on the table, and interlaced his fingers. He studied them as if they were of interest, then looked up at Khedryn. “You were going to take me down to the moon. We had a deal, Khedryn.”

That hit Khedryn where he lived. He did not renege on deals. “I know. But …”

Jaden continued in his infuriatingly calm voice. “But our agreement aside, I want you to step back and consider what has happened here. You and Marr discovered a distress beacon on a backrocket moon in the Unknown Regions.”

“Chance,” Khedryn said, but Jaden continued.

“I received a Force vision of that same moon. In it, voices pleaded with me for help.” His voice intensified a degree. “For help, Captain.”

“You received a Force vision?” Relin asked. “Did you see anything that suggested my presence or
Harbinger
’s?”

Jaden had eyes only for Khedryn as he drove home his point.

“We meet under extraordinary circumstances in Farpoint, then journey here, and at almost the exact moment of our arrival an ancient Sith ship appears.”

Relin piled on. “And that ship bears an extremely dangerous cargo.”

Khedryn’s response was knee-jerk defensiveness. “So you say.”

“So I
say?
” Relin said, heat leaking into his tone.

Jaden held a hand up. “Please, Relin.”

Khedryn shook his head. “Look, this was supposed to be a simple job. Instead it’s …”

“Something bigger,” Jaden said.

“I was going to say
complicated,
” Khedryn said. “But if it is about something bigger, then that makes it a Jedi concern. Not mine. Not ours. Right, Marr?”

Marr drummed his long fingers on the table, taking it all in. He gave a noncommittal grunt that Khedryn liked not at all.

“No, this isn’t just a Jedi concern,” Jaden said. “It concerns you, too. Consider all the things I mentioned,
the synchronicity of them. It is not chance that we are here together at this moment.”

“It could be chance,” Khedryn said halfheartedly, but he did not believe his own words. “Marr could put a probability to it, had he a mind. No, I am not doing this.”

Relin slammed his fist on the table with the suddenness of a lightning strike, startling them all. Caf and tea jumped over cup brims. “You are a stubborn fool, Khedryn Faal.”

Khedryn could handle anger more easily than Jaden’s inexorable reasonableness. “Better a live fool than a dead fanatic, which is the course you’ve charted for yourself. You’ve got radiation poisoning, broken ribs, a severed arm. You haven’t even paused long enough for treatment. You haven’t even asked for some pharma for the pain or bacta to help the healing.”

Relin rose to his feet, anger in his eyes. Khedryn’s mouth went dry but he held his ground and made certain nothing on him shook.

“I do not stop for treatment because I will not shirk doing what needs to be done. Even if it causes me pain. You cannot always run, Khedryn.”

Khedryn stared into Relin’s haggard face, saw there a deeper pain than that of his wounds. He wilted under its weight, sighed, sat.

“You spilled your tea,” he said quietly.

Silence took the head chair for a time, everyone letting time deflate the tension. Relin sat, too, his anger at Khedryn seemingly dispelled as fast as it had appeared.

“Marr is Force-sensitive,” Jaden said. “Did you know that? Did either of you?”

Khedryn spilled some of his own caf. “What?”

“How do you know that?” Marr said, and Khedryn thought he did not sound overly surprised.

“I can sense it. Relin can as well, I am sure.”