X-Wing: Knights of Plooma Chapter 4
CHAPTER 4
The crowd had been deafening as the New Republic delegation traveled to the state house. As promised, Murray Dyartes had arrived bright and early to escort the delegation. At their first glimpse of Luke Skywalker and Corran Horn, both wearing the traditional attire of Jedi Knights, the onlookers outside their hotel had burst into applause. Men had reached out to shake their hands while women fawned to themselves; some even went so far as to faint. Once again, Luke had seemed to take the attention in stride, although he was starting to look a tad uncomfortable with the almost-worship of the Ploomians. Corran also looked at ease, waving adoringly to the crowd and projecting the image of a powerful CorSec officer turned snubfighter pilot turned Jedi Knight.
Mara Jade remained arm in arm with Luke Skywalker, her pretend husband, through the entire trip, a neutral expression on her face. She even went so far as to wave to the crowd a few times, and her body language indicated that she was comfortable in her role as the wife of a Jedi Master. Hobbie, however, knew better. Mara had spent the early years of her life learning espionage techniques that she later used as the Emperor’s Hand. She was easily capable of slipping into any role, even that of ‘companion’ to her former enemy.
The Ploomians might not know how much this mission bothered Mara Jade, but it was obvious to Hobbie that she was not happy, and he didn’t even need to Force to sense it.
He’d often wondered about the nature of the relationship between his former Commanding Officer and the former Emperor’s Hand. Everyone in the New Republic knew the story of how they first met, and how Mara had threatened to kill Luke whenever the opportunity presented itself. Instead they had become friends-even best friends, one might say. Their friendship survived Luke’s dark times on Byss, Mara prematurely leaving Luke’s Jedi Academy, and their respective relationships with Lando Calrissian and Callista Ming.
But watching them now, Hobbie sensed that something in their relationship had changed. Mara had not been the least bit excited to see Luke upon learning that he would also be going to Plooma; in fact, she seemed downright upset about it. On the Pulsar Skate, when Hobbie questioned why Mara was acting more hostile than usual, Corran had explained that Mara was sick of being pressured to return to Yavin IV, but that just didn’t make sense to Hobbie. Luke had been encouraging Mara to become a Jedi for years, and despite that fact, they always appeared to have a solid friendship. That was no longer the case. Somehow, something was very different between them. Judging by Luke’s overly polite overtures since they learned that they would have to play a couple, he had sensed this as well, and was trying his best to mend fences with his old friend.
Either that, or Luke was just as good an actor as Mara.
The first official meeting between the Ploomian and New Republic delegations was held in the state house’s largest convocation chamber. The eight delegates sat on high-backed chairs situated on a raised dais, with a long, counter-style desk in front of them. Several of Plooma’s highest-ranking government officials sat below them, while local representatives, military officers, and civilian onlookers filled the stadium-style seating that made up the rest of the imposing room. Hobbie estimated that there were easily over a thousand spectators present to see what the New Republic had to offer. He wasn’t nervous, however; all he had to do was sit in his chair and follow the proceedings without falling asleep. Everything that took place today was just for show. Tomorrow the real negotiations would begin, with only the two delegations and some other planetary officials present.
But today was all about giving the Ploomians what they wanted, and what they wanted was to see the Jedi from the New Republic. Even wearing his usually attention-grabbing dress uniform, Hobbie had been overlooked all morning in favor of the Jedi robes worn by Luke and Corran. Even Mara, in her plain black pantsuit, had earned admirers due to the lightsaber she wore on her belt. Watching the audience fawn over his fellow delegates, Hobbie tried his best not to sink down in his seat and feel too sorry for himself. After all, if the Ploomians ignored him, there was a good chance that he could escape this mission without being shot at.
The convocation chamber grew hushed as Ambassador Gemar stepped up to the podium and raised his hands. With a booming voice, he began his prepared speech. “My fellow Ploomians, it is an honor to welcome you to the official opening of negotiations between Plooma and the New Republic. This is a landmark occasion for our fair people, a day when a long-forgotten friendship can once again flourish. As you all know, our predecessors decided that it was in our planet’s best interest to retreat from galactic politics during the dark times of the Clone Wars and the later reorganization from Galactic Republic to Galactic Empire. Due to the remote location of our planet, we were successful in avoiding the attention of the Emperor and left to our own devices. Now, with a Republic once again in control of the galaxy, Plooma is proud to take its first steps back into the galaxy at large…”
Hobbie began to zone out as Gemar droned on for several more minutes. In sharp comparison, the crowd seemed to be sitting in rapt attention, following every word in earnest. Hobbie glanced around the room, observing his fellow diplomats. Mara sat to his left, making casual notes on her datapad, trying her best to type while Luke, still playing the role of devoted husband, held her hand hostage. Sitting on the other side of him, Corran had been tasked with observing the proceedings, using his investigative training to his advantage.
On the other side of the podium, Valara Lissiri stared up at Gemar, her severe expression a stark contrast to the rest of the Ploomians. Murray Dyartes was once again candidly eying Mara, while Fiolla Flotta alternated between furiously working on her datapad and staring adoringly at Luke. The frazzled young woman looked both ready to jump out of her skin and scared out of her mind to be in the presence of two (and a half) Jedi.
As the crowd burst into applause, indicating the end of the speech, Hobbie turned his attention back to the proceedings. Luke stood up and shook Gemar’s hand, and the two men posed for the holocams. After a few moments, Gemar sat down and Luke took the podium, gripping its sides in a powerful, commanding pose.
Leaning over slightly, Mara murmured, “Ten creds that Leia wrote his speech for him.”
“You’re on.” They shook hands, and Hobbie smirked. “You’re gonna owe me ten creds, Mara.”
“Whatever you say, Klivian.”
Hobbie counted along as Luke made his speech.
Step one: Remind them who everyone is in case they’ve forgotten. “Citizens of Plooma, I am Jedi Master Luke Skywalker, and it is a great honor to be here on your glorious planet in hopes that you will once again find a home amongst the New Republic.” The crowd burst into applause after only one sentence. Hobbie was very grateful that this would be a short speech.
Step two: Remind them what you’re here for. “While Plooma once found it necessary to step back from galactic politics, I hope that you will find it in your world’s best interest to join the New Republic, where we can form a mutually beneficial relationship that will stand the test of time.” Once again the crowd cheered. Everyone seemed enraptured by the Jedi Master’s words. Even Lissiri clapped politely, although her demeanor remained extremely cold-almost like an older, less humorous Mara Jade.
Step three: Something personal, so they’ll know you’re paying attention. “I must admit, it is overwhelming to bear witness to the esteem in which your people hold the Jedi Order. As one of the first in a new generation of Jedi Knights, I am honored that you would consider our opinions to be equal to that of your most decorated statesmen. I truly hope that all members of the New Republic can learn from your respect for the Jedi Order.” Again there were more cheers, and Fiolla seemed to be physically restraining herself from leaping out of her chair in applause. Beside Hobbie, Mara tensed, obviously the only person in attendance who was not pleased with Luke’s comments about the Jedi Order.
Step four: Wrap it up before you make a fool of yourself. “Over the next two weeks, I-along with my esteemed colleagues Mara Jade, Jedi Knight Corran Horn, and Major Derek Klivian-will strive to come to mutually agreeable terms to bring your fair planet into the New Republic. May this be the start of a long-lasting and fruitful partnership.” With that, Luke stepped back from the podium, waving gracefully as the journalists snapped more holos and crowed roared and chanted. Mara even stood up to take a few holos with him (and surprisingly, didn't destroy any of the cameras using the Force while doing so). Finally Luke took his seat and Ambassador Gemar resumed his place at the podium.
As Gemar began to speak again, Mara gave Hobbie a confused look. “That’s it?" she whispered. "That’s all he’s going to say? I would expect that a Leia Organa speech would be more...lengthy.”
Hobbie grinned. “I told you; Leia didn’t write his speech. Now fork over my ten credits.”
“And just how do you know Leia didn’t write it?”
“I would recognize an Antilles Four-Step Instant Speech anywhere. You forget that Wedge was once Luke's XO.”
Mara rolled her eyes, but handed over the credits anyway. “Rogues,” she huffed.
Hobbie paid her no attention; he was too busy thinking about what we would purchase with his ten credits to make this mission to Plooma worthwhile. But as Gemar continued to drone on, and then other Ploomians stood up to make long, pretentious speeches, Hobbie stared woefully at the credchip in his hand, coming to the stark realization that nothing could make this trip worthwhile.
The rest of the introductory meeting (or was it a pep rally?) proceeded without event, a small miracle that Hobbie was thankful for. One day into diplomatic affairs and he had yet to be shot at, challenged to a life-or-death duel, gotten into a dogfight, or been forced to wear a dress. As far as he was concerned, that was a minor victory on his part. As an even bigger bonus, he wasn't in a bacta tank yet. Already this was going better than his last assignment on NRI's behalf. Perhaps too well.
Definitely too well.
Hobbie began to run down a checklist. Mara hadn't killed him yet, and she had even gone as far to refrain from killing Corran and Luke. Breakfast had been somewhat palatable, Wes hadn't yet called to rib him over being stuck with the Jedi, and an Imperial Star Destroyer had yet to park overhead to ruin his day. Oh yes, things were proceeding far too smoothly. It was only a matter of time before the Galaxy decided to even the karmic score with Hobbie. It was inevitable. Rivers carve out canyons, winds shape the mountains, the Galaxy exists only to make his life miserable.
The Galaxy started getting back at him during the trip back to the hotel. The four of them had decided to walk by themselves to get away from all the attention. Without the watchful eyes of thousands of Ploomian citizens, Mara and Luke apparently decided that it was time for a temporary reprieve from their show of "companionship." Well, at least Mara was, anyways.
"Did you really have to hold my hand the entire time we were sitting back there and listening to Gemar drone on?" she demanded.
Luke offered a half-smile and a noncommittal shrug, linking an arm with hers. "All part of the act, love."
"We're not in front of anyone right now! Drop it, will you?" She snatched her arm back.
"You know," Corran chimed in, "part of a successful cover means that you have to stick with the facade, even if you think no one is looking."
A pair of cold, green eyes locked onto Corran. "So help me, if you offer any more advice I'm going to have to write an apology letter to Mirax and explain how her husband suffered a very tragic and very lethal accident."
"It's not an accident if you deliberately plan it, Mara."
"The courts would never convict me."
At least it was only a few more minutes back to the hotel and sweet, merciful freedom from Luke and Mara. Hobbie could lock himself away, order room service for the rest of the day, and hide away from whatever the Galaxy was planning for him. Maybe he'd even go to bed early. Sleep was a wonderful thing, a precious treat he so rarely enjoyed.
He caught it out of the corner of his eyes-a rather unassuming reflection of light from a nearby rooftop. At first he paid little attention to it, but the glint flashed in his eye once more. It kept coming at an irregular intervals. Finally, he turned to look at it and immediately felt his stomach drop. Without thinking, he threw himself at the three Jedi, knocking them to the ground just as a red blaster bolt soared past the spot where they had just been standing.
"Sithspit!" Corran said, reaching into his pocket for his comlink and thumbing it on. "Delegation under fire, repeat delegation under fire! Rooftop sniper!"
Hobbie scampered behind a nearby bench, reaching to his side and pulling out his holstered hand blaster. Peering over it, he raised the sidearm and snapped off two quick shots in the direction of the sniper. In the distance, he could see the unknown assailant backing away from the rooftop ledge momentarily. He continued laying down suppression fire in an attempt to keep the sniper from leveling another shot at them.
"Keep him pinned there, Hobbie!" Luke said.
Before he could respond, Luke, Corran, and Mara were gone, racing towards the building and forcing their way inside.
"Hey!" Hobbie shouted. "Wait!"
Grumbling to himself, he watched the Jedi rush into action. Hobbie knelt behind the bench and squared the sights of his blaster on the ledge. Just as he was about to squeeze the trigger once more, he felt a wave of superheated air momentarily singe his neck. On instinct, he dropped to his stomach to hide his profile. Scanning over the area, he saw the glint of a second sniper scope several buildings down. He was in serious trouble, pinned down without any backup.
"The Galaxy seems to be trying to even the score in a hurry," Hobbie muttered to himself.
Placing a hand on the ground and rising to a crouch, Hobbie waited until he saw the second sniper briefly back away from the ledge to adjust their rifle. At that moment, he burst forward, breaking into a full-on sprint. A pair of blasts landed on the ground in front of him, narrowly missing his outstretched legs. After what felt like an eternity in hell or Lusankya, he burst into the building and made his way towards the emergency staircase. Six painful flights later, Hobbie stopped at the rooftop door.
He took a calming breath to regulate his heartbeat and brought his blaster next to his ear, pressing his back against the wall next to the door. Unceremoniously, he spun and kicked the door open, taking a step onto the rooftop.
Before he could so much as flinch, Hobbie felt something very hard slam into his side. As he fell to the ground, he saw his blaster skitter across the roof. He quickly crawled towards it but was stopped in his tracks as a heavy weight fell on his back. Wincing as the wind was knocked out of his lungs, he vaguely noticed a hand and an arm trying to wrap around his neck. Hobbie was a touch quicker, shoving his elbow into the assailant's ribs. The distraction was enough to allow him to get back to his feet and reach for his blaster.
Just as Hobbie was about to pick it up, his feet were knocked out from under him. Somehow, he managed to secure the weapon in his off-hand, but the instant he tried to turn and level a shot, the stranger took a hold of the blaster in an attempt to wrest it free once more.
The blaster going off caught Hobbie by surprise.
Corran shook his head and looked at the very dead sniper. It really was a shame he had put up so much of a fight; the ideal outcome would have been to capture him alive to try and drag out some answers. Still, there were clues that could be gleaned just by looking at him. The man was clad in civilian clothes, but not a fashion that was typical of what he had seen on Plooma. It was modern daywear, similar to what would be seen on any well connected system. Corran made a note that their attacker likely was from off-world. Remnant perhaps?
The second clue was the sniper rifle itself, Tenloss DXR-6. That was definitely a weapon that the average Plooma citizen couldn't get their hands on due to the price. Of course, the illegality of the rifle also made securing one all the more challenging. Corran was convinced that, whoever this dead shooter was, he definitely had not been Ploomian.
"Hell of a first day," Mara said bitterly, attaching her lightsaber back onto her belt.
"It could have been worse," Luke noted. "If Hobbie hadn't done something one of us could be dead."
"And whose fault is it that we didn't notice? You just had to get into another argument, didn't you farmboy? Maybe if you spent more time watching where you were going and less time trying to get under my skin you would have noticed we were in trouble."
"This is my fault?" Luke asked incredulously. "I'm not the one who came out here looking to take someone's head off!"
"Well maybe if you would just stop-"
Mara was interrupted by the sound of a lone blaster shot ringing out in the distance. Several buildings down, Corran caught sight of a muzzle flash. A pit formed in his stomach.
"Hobbie!" Corran said, hastily thumbing on his comlink. "What's going on?"
There was no response.
The three Jedi exchanged momentary glances before sprinting towards the edge of the roof. Corran pushed himself off the ledge, propelling himself with the Force across to the next building. Twice more he repeated the process before coming to a stop on the building where he had seen the blaster shot. Laying on the ground were two human male figures. The first Corran couldn't identify, but the second was unmistakably Hobbie Klivian.
"Are you-" Corran started.
"Sure!" Hobbie suddenly sat up, startling Corran slightly. "Leave the guy without a lightsaber to stay on the ground! After all, it apparently takes three Jedi to take care of a single rooftop sniper. Nope. Have to leave Hobbie behind, no other choice. I mean, what are the odds that he could get pinned down without backup? Perish the thought!"
Corran coughed into his hand. "I, uh, think I see a speeder here to pick us up. Maybe we should go?"
"I've got a better idea," Hobbie said, standing and brushing himself off. "Why don't the three of you go to safety? I'll just stay here and paint a target on my chest. Maybe I'll also scream 'I'm right here, someone shoot me!' for a few hours. Would that suit you all?"
Luke rubbed the back of his neck. "Sorry Hobbie."
Wedge knew exactly what he was going to find beyond the doors to the makeshift conference room. There would be one somewhat calm Jedi Master, one indignant Corellian Jedi, one furious red-headed woman, and one bitter pilot. Steeling himself, he forced a smile and pushed the doors open, stepping inside to greet his disgruntled diplomats.
"Well, I have to hand it to you," Wedge said. "Any other diplomatic delegation would probably have smoking craters in their chests now."
Mara shot out of her seat. "Okay flyboy, we need to talk."
"Mara..." Luke gently touched her arm. She batted his hand away.
"Have you even looked at any of this information Cracken gave us?" she demanded, holding up a datapad and waving it about in a rage. "No mention of any sort of Imperial agents on-world. No mention of any mercenaries on-world. No mentions of anyone who might be trying to take shots at us with disruptor rifles!"
"No mentions of the whole 'companionship' thing," Hobbie added, earning a sharp glare from both Mara and Luke.
Wedge held his hands up defensively. "I admit, our intel wasn't quite up to par this time, but we're doing what we can. I've been talking with NRI and I've got my pilots running surveillance sweeps as we speak."
"Not good enough," Mara said. "I'm not going back out there to get shot at again."
"Or to find out that something like 'partner' means doing the Horizontal Ewok Mambo here on Plooma," Corran said. Another sharp glare.
Frowning, Wedge said, "There's not much I can do right now. We don't have any reports of immediate danger right now, so NRI would like you to maintain your schedule. I'll double-up the eyes and ears we've got watching you moving forward."
"I'm finished listening to Cracken and NRI," Mara spat. "If we're going to continue here, we're going to do it my way."
"And what, exactly, is your way?"
"To start, I'm bringing in someone I can trust," she folded her arms under her chest. "Talon Karrde is nearby. I'd take his information over Cracken's any day."
Wedge groaned inwardly. How was he going to explain this one to NRI? Sorry, but the diplomatic delegation nearly got killed so we're outsourcing all of our intelligence work to a third-party information broker at a hefty price. Cracken was going to blow a sealant gasket when he heard about this new wrinkle in the mission. Unfortunately, Wedge knew Mara was right. NRI had left them woefully unprepared for this assignment. Now that it was getting dangerous, Wedge had to make the hard choice. He needed to do what was best for his men and for the New Republic.
That meant he would have to concede to Mara's request and bring in Karrde.
"Okay, we'll do this your way," Wedge said. "I want to speak with him as soon as possible so get on that."
Without another word, Mara walked past him and out of the conference room. The others stood to follow suit. "Don't worry," Mara called over her shoulder. "I'm sure he'll discount his usual rate in exchange for right of first refusal on all of Plooma's intel contracts."
Wedge sighed after her. "Enjoying married life, Luke?" he asked.
"Does Iella ever get this mad at you?" Luke inquired, pushing in his chair and adjusting his robes.
"Only when he brings up Qwi," Hobbie offered as he strode towards the door.
Thankfully, Talon Karrde was more than agreeable to offer his services, especially after considering all the possibilities for information brokering on the disconnected planet (and after Luke had coughed "Chimaera! Detention block!" several times), and would be able to arrive on-planet in thirty-six hours.
After safely returing to the hotel and eating dinner, Corran left the room he shared with Hobbie and sauntered down the hallway towards the happy couple's door.
He had a plan.
The door opened before he could knock, and for a moment he just stood there with his fist in the air. Mara was leaning against the doorway, her eyebrows raised in a question that he knew read What the hell do you want?
"Hey, Mara. Is your husband around?" Corran asked casually.
She reached out and slapped him upside the head. Corran chuckled to himself. It was worth the pain to see Mara so annoyed.
"He's in his bedroom," she replied anyway.
"Can you get him for me please?"
"Hell no, I'm not going in there," Mara scoffed, but she stepped aside to allow Corran entrance. "If you want him, you go get him."
Corran grinned wickedly. "I should be saying the same thing to you," he said under his breath as he crossed the large living room to Luke's bedroom. The door was ajar, so he stuck his head inside. Luke was sitting at the desk, reading something on his datapad. "Hey, Luke," he called. "Are you busy?"
Luke turned around and smiled. "Just reading some reports from the Academy."
"Anything interesting?" Corran asked.
From across the living room, Mara snorted.
"Oh, you know, same old stuff. Tionne has been working on some classes for younger students. She's hoping to get some new apprentices soon."
"Don't worry, Valin can't stop talking about learning to use a lightsaber of his own," Corran said. He grew wistful as he thought of his young children, Valin and Jysella, waiting at home for him, but pushed the thought aside. As a member of Rogue Squadron and a Jedi Knight, they were used to him being away, and he knew that, once the war with the Empire was over, he would be able to leave Starfighter Command and teach his children at Luke's praxeum.
But for now, he had other, more devious things to attend to. "And speaking of lightsabers, what do you say we get a little practice in? I haven't been able to train much lately, and figured a round with Master Skywalker could always do me a world of good."
Again Corran heard a loud snort and Mara appeared in the doorway next to him. "Don't listen to him, Skywalker. It's a trap, I'm telling you."
"Hush, Mara," Corran said, pushing her out of the way.
Luke was already getting up from his chair and picking up his lightsaber. "That sounds great, Corran. I could use a little practice myself."
"Great! There's some workout rooms downstairs off the lobby. I doubt the Ploomians would mind us using one."
"Are you kidding?" Mara chimed in as she settled onto the sofa. "Knowing them, you'd probably be able to charge admission."
Corran looked thoughtful for a moment. "That's not a bad idea..." He looked up and saw Luke staring at him in disbelief. "I mean...uh...that would be morally repugnant and against every code of the Jedi Order." He nodded.
"And you all wonder why I'm not a Jedi yet," Mara muttered under her breath.
Corran winced, anticipating another blow-up between Mara and Luke about her Jedi training, but Luke just turned his head slightly, a small grin on his face. Mara noticed him staring at her. "What?" she demanded.
"Nothing," Luke said quickly. "You want to join us?"
She glanced between the two Jedi. "As much fun as it would be to see Corran get beat up, I've got some reports to read. You know, since I was dragged away from my business for two weeks by a certain flyboy."
Luke shrugged, not surprised. "Suit yourself. Let's go, Corran."
As they left the room, Mara called out again, "It's a trap!"
When they got in the turbolift, Corran leaned back and crossed his arms. "What was that all about?"
"What?" Luke asked.
"That look you gave her."
"Oh, that," Luke replied, looking awkward. "It was nothing."
"Don't give me that. I was in CorSec, remember?"
"Of course, how could I forget," Luke said sarcastically. "Fine; did you catch what she said?"
"That she's not a Jedi?"
"That she's not a Jedi yet."
"Ahhh," Corran said knowingly. "So you're still doing your best to recruit her, huh?"
"I try."
"Well, between you and me, you'd be better off trying to get her into bed than to formally attend your Jedi Academy."
Luke sputtered, but before he could say anything the turbolift stopped and they exited, heading past a throng of adoring Ploomians just waiting to catch a glimpse of the Jedi. Corran waved at some of the women while they walked across the lobby. They entered the first empty workout room they found and Luke immediately wheeled on Corran.
"What did you say?!"
"You heard me."
"Why in blazes would I want to do that?!"
"You've been trying to get her to be a Jedi for ages."
"No, not that! Get her into bed!"
Corran gave Luke an incredulous look. "Really? You're trying to pretend you're not attracted to her?"
"No!" Luke cried, indignant.
"Not at all? Not even the tiniest bit?"
"This is Mara you're talking about! You know, woman who wanted to kill me?"
"You mean, woman who didn't kill you, but instead ended up saving your life on numerous occasions and who you keep bugging to become a Jedi? Woman who came to make sure you were alright during the whole Exar Kun incident? Woman who tried her best to pretend she didn't want to kill Callista Ming every time someone mentioned her name? Yes, I'm well aware of who we're talking about."
Luke just gaped at Corran for several moments, before shaking his head and taking his lightsaber from his belt. "This is ridiculous. I'm not talking about this with you." He ignited his saber.
"Whatever you say, Master," Corran said, igniting his own lightsaber. As they began to spar, he laughed to himself. Oh, he protests way too much.Just then, Luke disarmed him with a swift elbow to the face.
"I heard that."
Corran suppressed a grin. After several more rounds, Luke stepped back and extinguished his lightsaber. "What do you mean, 'tried her best to pretend she didn't want to kill Callista every time someone mentioned her name?'"
"I thought you weren't interested in discussing such things with me?" Corran smirked.
"...I'm not. I'm just curious."
"Right," Corran deadpanned.
"So...did she really?"
"Sorry, Master Skywalker, but I'm afraid you'll have to discuss that with your wife."
"Yeah, and after I do that, please be sure to send my remains to Leia."
"I thought it was customary for the wife to take possession of her husband's remains?"
"Horn, you better ignite your lightsaber before I slice your head off."
Corran grinned.
The crowd had been deafening as the New Republic delegation traveled to the state house. As promised, Murray Dyartes had arrived bright and early to escort the delegation. At their first glimpse of Luke Skywalker and Corran Horn, both wearing the traditional attire of Jedi Knights, the onlookers outside their hotel had burst into applause. Men had reached out to shake their hands while women fawned to themselves; some even went so far as to faint. Once again, Luke had seemed to take the attention in stride, although he was starting to look a tad uncomfortable with the almost-worship of the Ploomians. Corran also looked at ease, waving adoringly to the crowd and projecting the image of a powerful CorSec officer turned snubfighter pilot turned Jedi Knight.
Mara Jade remained arm in arm with Luke Skywalker, her pretend husband, through the entire trip, a neutral expression on her face. She even went so far as to wave to the crowd a few times, and her body language indicated that she was comfortable in her role as the wife of a Jedi Master. Hobbie, however, knew better. Mara had spent the early years of her life learning espionage techniques that she later used as the Emperor’s Hand. She was easily capable of slipping into any role, even that of ‘companion’ to her former enemy.
The Ploomians might not know how much this mission bothered Mara Jade, but it was obvious to Hobbie that she was not happy, and he didn’t even need to Force to sense it.
He’d often wondered about the nature of the relationship between his former Commanding Officer and the former Emperor’s Hand. Everyone in the New Republic knew the story of how they first met, and how Mara had threatened to kill Luke whenever the opportunity presented itself. Instead they had become friends-even best friends, one might say. Their friendship survived Luke’s dark times on Byss, Mara prematurely leaving Luke’s Jedi Academy, and their respective relationships with Lando Calrissian and Callista Ming.
But watching them now, Hobbie sensed that something in their relationship had changed. Mara had not been the least bit excited to see Luke upon learning that he would also be going to Plooma; in fact, she seemed downright upset about it. On the Pulsar Skate, when Hobbie questioned why Mara was acting more hostile than usual, Corran had explained that Mara was sick of being pressured to return to Yavin IV, but that just didn’t make sense to Hobbie. Luke had been encouraging Mara to become a Jedi for years, and despite that fact, they always appeared to have a solid friendship. That was no longer the case. Somehow, something was very different between them. Judging by Luke’s overly polite overtures since they learned that they would have to play a couple, he had sensed this as well, and was trying his best to mend fences with his old friend.
Either that, or Luke was just as good an actor as Mara.
The first official meeting between the Ploomian and New Republic delegations was held in the state house’s largest convocation chamber. The eight delegates sat on high-backed chairs situated on a raised dais, with a long, counter-style desk in front of them. Several of Plooma’s highest-ranking government officials sat below them, while local representatives, military officers, and civilian onlookers filled the stadium-style seating that made up the rest of the imposing room. Hobbie estimated that there were easily over a thousand spectators present to see what the New Republic had to offer. He wasn’t nervous, however; all he had to do was sit in his chair and follow the proceedings without falling asleep. Everything that took place today was just for show. Tomorrow the real negotiations would begin, with only the two delegations and some other planetary officials present.
But today was all about giving the Ploomians what they wanted, and what they wanted was to see the Jedi from the New Republic. Even wearing his usually attention-grabbing dress uniform, Hobbie had been overlooked all morning in favor of the Jedi robes worn by Luke and Corran. Even Mara, in her plain black pantsuit, had earned admirers due to the lightsaber she wore on her belt. Watching the audience fawn over his fellow delegates, Hobbie tried his best not to sink down in his seat and feel too sorry for himself. After all, if the Ploomians ignored him, there was a good chance that he could escape this mission without being shot at.
The convocation chamber grew hushed as Ambassador Gemar stepped up to the podium and raised his hands. With a booming voice, he began his prepared speech. “My fellow Ploomians, it is an honor to welcome you to the official opening of negotiations between Plooma and the New Republic. This is a landmark occasion for our fair people, a day when a long-forgotten friendship can once again flourish. As you all know, our predecessors decided that it was in our planet’s best interest to retreat from galactic politics during the dark times of the Clone Wars and the later reorganization from Galactic Republic to Galactic Empire. Due to the remote location of our planet, we were successful in avoiding the attention of the Emperor and left to our own devices. Now, with a Republic once again in control of the galaxy, Plooma is proud to take its first steps back into the galaxy at large…”
Hobbie began to zone out as Gemar droned on for several more minutes. In sharp comparison, the crowd seemed to be sitting in rapt attention, following every word in earnest. Hobbie glanced around the room, observing his fellow diplomats. Mara sat to his left, making casual notes on her datapad, trying her best to type while Luke, still playing the role of devoted husband, held her hand hostage. Sitting on the other side of him, Corran had been tasked with observing the proceedings, using his investigative training to his advantage.
On the other side of the podium, Valara Lissiri stared up at Gemar, her severe expression a stark contrast to the rest of the Ploomians. Murray Dyartes was once again candidly eying Mara, while Fiolla Flotta alternated between furiously working on her datapad and staring adoringly at Luke. The frazzled young woman looked both ready to jump out of her skin and scared out of her mind to be in the presence of two (and a half) Jedi.
As the crowd burst into applause, indicating the end of the speech, Hobbie turned his attention back to the proceedings. Luke stood up and shook Gemar’s hand, and the two men posed for the holocams. After a few moments, Gemar sat down and Luke took the podium, gripping its sides in a powerful, commanding pose.
Leaning over slightly, Mara murmured, “Ten creds that Leia wrote his speech for him.”
“You’re on.” They shook hands, and Hobbie smirked. “You’re gonna owe me ten creds, Mara.”
“Whatever you say, Klivian.”
Hobbie counted along as Luke made his speech.
Step one: Remind them who everyone is in case they’ve forgotten. “Citizens of Plooma, I am Jedi Master Luke Skywalker, and it is a great honor to be here on your glorious planet in hopes that you will once again find a home amongst the New Republic.” The crowd burst into applause after only one sentence. Hobbie was very grateful that this would be a short speech.
Step two: Remind them what you’re here for. “While Plooma once found it necessary to step back from galactic politics, I hope that you will find it in your world’s best interest to join the New Republic, where we can form a mutually beneficial relationship that will stand the test of time.” Once again the crowd cheered. Everyone seemed enraptured by the Jedi Master’s words. Even Lissiri clapped politely, although her demeanor remained extremely cold-almost like an older, less humorous Mara Jade.
Step three: Something personal, so they’ll know you’re paying attention. “I must admit, it is overwhelming to bear witness to the esteem in which your people hold the Jedi Order. As one of the first in a new generation of Jedi Knights, I am honored that you would consider our opinions to be equal to that of your most decorated statesmen. I truly hope that all members of the New Republic can learn from your respect for the Jedi Order.” Again there were more cheers, and Fiolla seemed to be physically restraining herself from leaping out of her chair in applause. Beside Hobbie, Mara tensed, obviously the only person in attendance who was not pleased with Luke’s comments about the Jedi Order.
Step four: Wrap it up before you make a fool of yourself. “Over the next two weeks, I-along with my esteemed colleagues Mara Jade, Jedi Knight Corran Horn, and Major Derek Klivian-will strive to come to mutually agreeable terms to bring your fair planet into the New Republic. May this be the start of a long-lasting and fruitful partnership.” With that, Luke stepped back from the podium, waving gracefully as the journalists snapped more holos and crowed roared and chanted. Mara even stood up to take a few holos with him (and surprisingly, didn't destroy any of the cameras using the Force while doing so). Finally Luke took his seat and Ambassador Gemar resumed his place at the podium.
As Gemar began to speak again, Mara gave Hobbie a confused look. “That’s it?" she whispered. "That’s all he’s going to say? I would expect that a Leia Organa speech would be more...lengthy.”
Hobbie grinned. “I told you; Leia didn’t write his speech. Now fork over my ten credits.”
“And just how do you know Leia didn’t write it?”
“I would recognize an Antilles Four-Step Instant Speech anywhere. You forget that Wedge was once Luke's XO.”
Mara rolled her eyes, but handed over the credits anyway. “Rogues,” she huffed.
Hobbie paid her no attention; he was too busy thinking about what we would purchase with his ten credits to make this mission to Plooma worthwhile. But as Gemar continued to drone on, and then other Ploomians stood up to make long, pretentious speeches, Hobbie stared woefully at the credchip in his hand, coming to the stark realization that nothing could make this trip worthwhile.
The rest of the introductory meeting (or was it a pep rally?) proceeded without event, a small miracle that Hobbie was thankful for. One day into diplomatic affairs and he had yet to be shot at, challenged to a life-or-death duel, gotten into a dogfight, or been forced to wear a dress. As far as he was concerned, that was a minor victory on his part. As an even bigger bonus, he wasn't in a bacta tank yet. Already this was going better than his last assignment on NRI's behalf. Perhaps too well.
Definitely too well.
Hobbie began to run down a checklist. Mara hadn't killed him yet, and she had even gone as far to refrain from killing Corran and Luke. Breakfast had been somewhat palatable, Wes hadn't yet called to rib him over being stuck with the Jedi, and an Imperial Star Destroyer had yet to park overhead to ruin his day. Oh yes, things were proceeding far too smoothly. It was only a matter of time before the Galaxy decided to even the karmic score with Hobbie. It was inevitable. Rivers carve out canyons, winds shape the mountains, the Galaxy exists only to make his life miserable.
The Galaxy started getting back at him during the trip back to the hotel. The four of them had decided to walk by themselves to get away from all the attention. Without the watchful eyes of thousands of Ploomian citizens, Mara and Luke apparently decided that it was time for a temporary reprieve from their show of "companionship." Well, at least Mara was, anyways.
"Did you really have to hold my hand the entire time we were sitting back there and listening to Gemar drone on?" she demanded.
Luke offered a half-smile and a noncommittal shrug, linking an arm with hers. "All part of the act, love."
"We're not in front of anyone right now! Drop it, will you?" She snatched her arm back.
"You know," Corran chimed in, "part of a successful cover means that you have to stick with the facade, even if you think no one is looking."
A pair of cold, green eyes locked onto Corran. "So help me, if you offer any more advice I'm going to have to write an apology letter to Mirax and explain how her husband suffered a very tragic and very lethal accident."
"It's not an accident if you deliberately plan it, Mara."
"The courts would never convict me."
At least it was only a few more minutes back to the hotel and sweet, merciful freedom from Luke and Mara. Hobbie could lock himself away, order room service for the rest of the day, and hide away from whatever the Galaxy was planning for him. Maybe he'd even go to bed early. Sleep was a wonderful thing, a precious treat he so rarely enjoyed.
He caught it out of the corner of his eyes-a rather unassuming reflection of light from a nearby rooftop. At first he paid little attention to it, but the glint flashed in his eye once more. It kept coming at an irregular intervals. Finally, he turned to look at it and immediately felt his stomach drop. Without thinking, he threw himself at the three Jedi, knocking them to the ground just as a red blaster bolt soared past the spot where they had just been standing.
"Sithspit!" Corran said, reaching into his pocket for his comlink and thumbing it on. "Delegation under fire, repeat delegation under fire! Rooftop sniper!"
Hobbie scampered behind a nearby bench, reaching to his side and pulling out his holstered hand blaster. Peering over it, he raised the sidearm and snapped off two quick shots in the direction of the sniper. In the distance, he could see the unknown assailant backing away from the rooftop ledge momentarily. He continued laying down suppression fire in an attempt to keep the sniper from leveling another shot at them.
"Keep him pinned there, Hobbie!" Luke said.
Before he could respond, Luke, Corran, and Mara were gone, racing towards the building and forcing their way inside.
"Hey!" Hobbie shouted. "Wait!"
Grumbling to himself, he watched the Jedi rush into action. Hobbie knelt behind the bench and squared the sights of his blaster on the ledge. Just as he was about to squeeze the trigger once more, he felt a wave of superheated air momentarily singe his neck. On instinct, he dropped to his stomach to hide his profile. Scanning over the area, he saw the glint of a second sniper scope several buildings down. He was in serious trouble, pinned down without any backup.
"The Galaxy seems to be trying to even the score in a hurry," Hobbie muttered to himself.
Placing a hand on the ground and rising to a crouch, Hobbie waited until he saw the second sniper briefly back away from the ledge to adjust their rifle. At that moment, he burst forward, breaking into a full-on sprint. A pair of blasts landed on the ground in front of him, narrowly missing his outstretched legs. After what felt like an eternity in hell or Lusankya, he burst into the building and made his way towards the emergency staircase. Six painful flights later, Hobbie stopped at the rooftop door.
He took a calming breath to regulate his heartbeat and brought his blaster next to his ear, pressing his back against the wall next to the door. Unceremoniously, he spun and kicked the door open, taking a step onto the rooftop.
Before he could so much as flinch, Hobbie felt something very hard slam into his side. As he fell to the ground, he saw his blaster skitter across the roof. He quickly crawled towards it but was stopped in his tracks as a heavy weight fell on his back. Wincing as the wind was knocked out of his lungs, he vaguely noticed a hand and an arm trying to wrap around his neck. Hobbie was a touch quicker, shoving his elbow into the assailant's ribs. The distraction was enough to allow him to get back to his feet and reach for his blaster.
Just as Hobbie was about to pick it up, his feet were knocked out from under him. Somehow, he managed to secure the weapon in his off-hand, but the instant he tried to turn and level a shot, the stranger took a hold of the blaster in an attempt to wrest it free once more.
The blaster going off caught Hobbie by surprise.
Corran shook his head and looked at the very dead sniper. It really was a shame he had put up so much of a fight; the ideal outcome would have been to capture him alive to try and drag out some answers. Still, there were clues that could be gleaned just by looking at him. The man was clad in civilian clothes, but not a fashion that was typical of what he had seen on Plooma. It was modern daywear, similar to what would be seen on any well connected system. Corran made a note that their attacker likely was from off-world. Remnant perhaps?
The second clue was the sniper rifle itself, Tenloss DXR-6. That was definitely a weapon that the average Plooma citizen couldn't get their hands on due to the price. Of course, the illegality of the rifle also made securing one all the more challenging. Corran was convinced that, whoever this dead shooter was, he definitely had not been Ploomian.
"Hell of a first day," Mara said bitterly, attaching her lightsaber back onto her belt.
"It could have been worse," Luke noted. "If Hobbie hadn't done something one of us could be dead."
"And whose fault is it that we didn't notice? You just had to get into another argument, didn't you farmboy? Maybe if you spent more time watching where you were going and less time trying to get under my skin you would have noticed we were in trouble."
"This is my fault?" Luke asked incredulously. "I'm not the one who came out here looking to take someone's head off!"
"Well maybe if you would just stop-"
Mara was interrupted by the sound of a lone blaster shot ringing out in the distance. Several buildings down, Corran caught sight of a muzzle flash. A pit formed in his stomach.
"Hobbie!" Corran said, hastily thumbing on his comlink. "What's going on?"
There was no response.
The three Jedi exchanged momentary glances before sprinting towards the edge of the roof. Corran pushed himself off the ledge, propelling himself with the Force across to the next building. Twice more he repeated the process before coming to a stop on the building where he had seen the blaster shot. Laying on the ground were two human male figures. The first Corran couldn't identify, but the second was unmistakably Hobbie Klivian.
"Are you-" Corran started.
"Sure!" Hobbie suddenly sat up, startling Corran slightly. "Leave the guy without a lightsaber to stay on the ground! After all, it apparently takes three Jedi to take care of a single rooftop sniper. Nope. Have to leave Hobbie behind, no other choice. I mean, what are the odds that he could get pinned down without backup? Perish the thought!"
Corran coughed into his hand. "I, uh, think I see a speeder here to pick us up. Maybe we should go?"
"I've got a better idea," Hobbie said, standing and brushing himself off. "Why don't the three of you go to safety? I'll just stay here and paint a target on my chest. Maybe I'll also scream 'I'm right here, someone shoot me!' for a few hours. Would that suit you all?"
Luke rubbed the back of his neck. "Sorry Hobbie."
Wedge knew exactly what he was going to find beyond the doors to the makeshift conference room. There would be one somewhat calm Jedi Master, one indignant Corellian Jedi, one furious red-headed woman, and one bitter pilot. Steeling himself, he forced a smile and pushed the doors open, stepping inside to greet his disgruntled diplomats.
"Well, I have to hand it to you," Wedge said. "Any other diplomatic delegation would probably have smoking craters in their chests now."
Mara shot out of her seat. "Okay flyboy, we need to talk."
"Mara..." Luke gently touched her arm. She batted his hand away.
"Have you even looked at any of this information Cracken gave us?" she demanded, holding up a datapad and waving it about in a rage. "No mention of any sort of Imperial agents on-world. No mention of any mercenaries on-world. No mentions of anyone who might be trying to take shots at us with disruptor rifles!"
"No mentions of the whole 'companionship' thing," Hobbie added, earning a sharp glare from both Mara and Luke.
Wedge held his hands up defensively. "I admit, our intel wasn't quite up to par this time, but we're doing what we can. I've been talking with NRI and I've got my pilots running surveillance sweeps as we speak."
"Not good enough," Mara said. "I'm not going back out there to get shot at again."
"Or to find out that something like 'partner' means doing the Horizontal Ewok Mambo here on Plooma," Corran said. Another sharp glare.
Frowning, Wedge said, "There's not much I can do right now. We don't have any reports of immediate danger right now, so NRI would like you to maintain your schedule. I'll double-up the eyes and ears we've got watching you moving forward."
"I'm finished listening to Cracken and NRI," Mara spat. "If we're going to continue here, we're going to do it my way."
"And what, exactly, is your way?"
"To start, I'm bringing in someone I can trust," she folded her arms under her chest. "Talon Karrde is nearby. I'd take his information over Cracken's any day."
Wedge groaned inwardly. How was he going to explain this one to NRI? Sorry, but the diplomatic delegation nearly got killed so we're outsourcing all of our intelligence work to a third-party information broker at a hefty price. Cracken was going to blow a sealant gasket when he heard about this new wrinkle in the mission. Unfortunately, Wedge knew Mara was right. NRI had left them woefully unprepared for this assignment. Now that it was getting dangerous, Wedge had to make the hard choice. He needed to do what was best for his men and for the New Republic.
That meant he would have to concede to Mara's request and bring in Karrde.
"Okay, we'll do this your way," Wedge said. "I want to speak with him as soon as possible so get on that."
Without another word, Mara walked past him and out of the conference room. The others stood to follow suit. "Don't worry," Mara called over her shoulder. "I'm sure he'll discount his usual rate in exchange for right of first refusal on all of Plooma's intel contracts."
Wedge sighed after her. "Enjoying married life, Luke?" he asked.
"Does Iella ever get this mad at you?" Luke inquired, pushing in his chair and adjusting his robes.
"Only when he brings up Qwi," Hobbie offered as he strode towards the door.
Thankfully, Talon Karrde was more than agreeable to offer his services, especially after considering all the possibilities for information brokering on the disconnected planet (and after Luke had coughed "Chimaera! Detention block!" several times), and would be able to arrive on-planet in thirty-six hours.
After safely returing to the hotel and eating dinner, Corran left the room he shared with Hobbie and sauntered down the hallway towards the happy couple's door.
He had a plan.
The door opened before he could knock, and for a moment he just stood there with his fist in the air. Mara was leaning against the doorway, her eyebrows raised in a question that he knew read What the hell do you want?
"Hey, Mara. Is your husband around?" Corran asked casually.
She reached out and slapped him upside the head. Corran chuckled to himself. It was worth the pain to see Mara so annoyed.
"He's in his bedroom," she replied anyway.
"Can you get him for me please?"
"Hell no, I'm not going in there," Mara scoffed, but she stepped aside to allow Corran entrance. "If you want him, you go get him."
Corran grinned wickedly. "I should be saying the same thing to you," he said under his breath as he crossed the large living room to Luke's bedroom. The door was ajar, so he stuck his head inside. Luke was sitting at the desk, reading something on his datapad. "Hey, Luke," he called. "Are you busy?"
Luke turned around and smiled. "Just reading some reports from the Academy."
"Anything interesting?" Corran asked.
From across the living room, Mara snorted.
"Oh, you know, same old stuff. Tionne has been working on some classes for younger students. She's hoping to get some new apprentices soon."
"Don't worry, Valin can't stop talking about learning to use a lightsaber of his own," Corran said. He grew wistful as he thought of his young children, Valin and Jysella, waiting at home for him, but pushed the thought aside. As a member of Rogue Squadron and a Jedi Knight, they were used to him being away, and he knew that, once the war with the Empire was over, he would be able to leave Starfighter Command and teach his children at Luke's praxeum.
But for now, he had other, more devious things to attend to. "And speaking of lightsabers, what do you say we get a little practice in? I haven't been able to train much lately, and figured a round with Master Skywalker could always do me a world of good."
Again Corran heard a loud snort and Mara appeared in the doorway next to him. "Don't listen to him, Skywalker. It's a trap, I'm telling you."
"Hush, Mara," Corran said, pushing her out of the way.
Luke was already getting up from his chair and picking up his lightsaber. "That sounds great, Corran. I could use a little practice myself."
"Great! There's some workout rooms downstairs off the lobby. I doubt the Ploomians would mind us using one."
"Are you kidding?" Mara chimed in as she settled onto the sofa. "Knowing them, you'd probably be able to charge admission."
Corran looked thoughtful for a moment. "That's not a bad idea..." He looked up and saw Luke staring at him in disbelief. "I mean...uh...that would be morally repugnant and against every code of the Jedi Order." He nodded.
"And you all wonder why I'm not a Jedi yet," Mara muttered under her breath.
Corran winced, anticipating another blow-up between Mara and Luke about her Jedi training, but Luke just turned his head slightly, a small grin on his face. Mara noticed him staring at her. "What?" she demanded.
"Nothing," Luke said quickly. "You want to join us?"
She glanced between the two Jedi. "As much fun as it would be to see Corran get beat up, I've got some reports to read. You know, since I was dragged away from my business for two weeks by a certain flyboy."
Luke shrugged, not surprised. "Suit yourself. Let's go, Corran."
As they left the room, Mara called out again, "It's a trap!"
When they got in the turbolift, Corran leaned back and crossed his arms. "What was that all about?"
"What?" Luke asked.
"That look you gave her."
"Oh, that," Luke replied, looking awkward. "It was nothing."
"Don't give me that. I was in CorSec, remember?"
"Of course, how could I forget," Luke said sarcastically. "Fine; did you catch what she said?"
"That she's not a Jedi?"
"That she's not a Jedi yet."
"Ahhh," Corran said knowingly. "So you're still doing your best to recruit her, huh?"
"I try."
"Well, between you and me, you'd be better off trying to get her into bed than to formally attend your Jedi Academy."
Luke sputtered, but before he could say anything the turbolift stopped and they exited, heading past a throng of adoring Ploomians just waiting to catch a glimpse of the Jedi. Corran waved at some of the women while they walked across the lobby. They entered the first empty workout room they found and Luke immediately wheeled on Corran.
"What did you say?!"
"You heard me."
"Why in blazes would I want to do that?!"
"You've been trying to get her to be a Jedi for ages."
"No, not that! Get her into bed!"
Corran gave Luke an incredulous look. "Really? You're trying to pretend you're not attracted to her?"
"No!" Luke cried, indignant.
"Not at all? Not even the tiniest bit?"
"This is Mara you're talking about! You know, woman who wanted to kill me?"
"You mean, woman who didn't kill you, but instead ended up saving your life on numerous occasions and who you keep bugging to become a Jedi? Woman who came to make sure you were alright during the whole Exar Kun incident? Woman who tried her best to pretend she didn't want to kill Callista Ming every time someone mentioned her name? Yes, I'm well aware of who we're talking about."
Luke just gaped at Corran for several moments, before shaking his head and taking his lightsaber from his belt. "This is ridiculous. I'm not talking about this with you." He ignited his saber.
"Whatever you say, Master," Corran said, igniting his own lightsaber. As they began to spar, he laughed to himself. Oh, he protests way too much.Just then, Luke disarmed him with a swift elbow to the face.
"I heard that."
Corran suppressed a grin. After several more rounds, Luke stepped back and extinguished his lightsaber. "What do you mean, 'tried her best to pretend she didn't want to kill Callista every time someone mentioned her name?'"
"I thought you weren't interested in discussing such things with me?" Corran smirked.
"...I'm not. I'm just curious."
"Right," Corran deadpanned.
"So...did she really?"
"Sorry, Master Skywalker, but I'm afraid you'll have to discuss that with your wife."
"Yeah, and after I do that, please be sure to send my remains to Leia."
"I thought it was customary for the wife to take possession of her husband's remains?"
"Horn, you better ignite your lightsaber before I slice your head off."
Corran grinned.