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Addath sighed out nearly the entire lungful. “Leia, why did you do this?”

“Don’t play innocent with me. It’s because I’m certain that your way of dealing with the Yuuzhan Vong will result in more deaths, more tragedy than my way. So I’ve stopped you.”

“You have a ruthless streak I never appreciated in you.”

“It came out when circumstances started killing my children.”

“So. What options do you leave me with?”

“You have two options. You can stay on Vannix, and within the next three hours Fasald will broadcast her report. Dealing with subsequent arrest and mobs is up to you. Or you can flee the residence and find yourself passage offworld by dawn. In which case Fasald will give you a full day to get to freedom, then broadcast her report. Either way, she broadcasts. I couldn’t persuade her otherwise.” Leia plucked the data card from Addath’s fingers. “I’ll get this back to the admiral.”

Addath felt her smile grow bitter. “So you and your
husband sold your services to the admiral for, what was it, two squadrons and a light carrier?”

A frown creased Leia’s brow. “No. We were going to help her from the moment we arrived. The only thing she promised us was some antiquated sea navy equipment, decomissioned vessels.”

“Then what—”

“Oh, the squadrons were what General Antilles promised Han if he’d come back now and accept a military commission. Han had a holocomm conversation with Wedge while he was running errands this afternoon. The whole conversation is recorded. I can let you watch it.”

Addath nodded glumly. “I see.”

“But I now suspect that Han will decline the commission. He likes being a civilian. A scoundrel.”

“Of course. Quite an extensive setup.” Wearily, Addath turned away. “I’ll be leaving. Perhaps the former Presider would like some additional company.”

“There’s a guest at the front gates of the residence. A member of Fasald’s staff. She’ll be accompanying you until you board your ship offworld. Helping you keep track of details.”

“I appreciate your thoroughness, Leia. You think of everything.”

   Left alone on the porch, Leia watched Addath walk away and took stock of her feelings.

She almost felt bad for Addath. Watching a person’s whole store of hopes and dreams go up in flames wasn’t pleasant.

But Addath was no fool. She could analyze the Yuuzhan Vong’s relationship with “allied” worlds as well as
anyone else. Addath simply could not give up the reins of power, and would hold them in clenched hands, whatever the cost. Since a military opposition to the Yuuzhan Vong meant handing too much power to others, she was willing to steer this world into eventual oblivion … just so long as she was in control until that final moment.

Whether it was by denying the truth even to herself or by cold-bloodedly selling the population of an entire world into slavery and death, Addath had made the wrong choice, and her influence had to be eliminated.

Leia decided that she felt neither sadness nor joy—just satisfaction with a job well done. She turned to rejoin her husband, who would understand.

Coruscant

It took only a few hours for Luke and his companions to search the remainder of the scientific station, for Kell and Elassar to locate the other end of the massive being’s escape path and weld a heavy metal sheet across it, for Bhindi to get some of the computers operating and extract information from them.

Bhindi gathered them in an open area on the top level—an area, Kell pointed out, that
he
had laboriously cleaned and emptied of machinery parts until it was fit for occupation—to give them her evaluation. It was now set up with chairs—made of some antiquated plastic material and curved in artistic patterns that Luke thought he’d once seen in a museum display, combining comfort with dated pretension—and one functional medical droid that Bhindi had assembled from parts of several
damaged ones. The repairs had not been completely successful; the droid walked with a wobble caused by the fact that its right lower leg section was identical to its left, throwing it a bit off-balance.

“What we have here,” Bhindi said, “is two different scientific stations put together. Both of them operations of Imperial Intelligence, the first of them dating from about fifty years ago, though this complex has been here for centuries. And this is CPD-One-Thirteen, who has been here since the commencement of this station’s third stage of operation. One-Thirteen?”

“Greetings,” the droid said. Its voice was thin, cultured, with a distinct Coruscant accent. “You are all intruders. Prepare to die.” It turned to look across all its visitors.

“This is the part where the military droids jump out of their niches and kill us all,” Bhindi said. She reached over and fiddled with the restraining bolt plugged into the droid’s chest. “One-Thirteen, our continued presence here is proof that we are authorized personnel.”

“That is correct,” the droid said. “I am CPD One-Thirteen, medical droid, optimized for suspended life process maintenance. You are all intruders here. Prepare to die.”

“What is this complex?” Mara asked.

CPD 1-13 stood more upright, and his voice became cheerier. “Welcome to the Pasarian Memorial Atmospheric Reclamation Complex Project, Substation One, formerly the Coruscant Atmospheric Reclamation—”

“Quiet,” Bhindi interrupted. “I’ll synopsize.”

“If you must.”

Bhindi glared at 1-13 and he slumped. “The Complex,” she continued, “all its various substations put together,
is a sort of worldwide air-scrubber. Quite a while back, once Coruscant’s leaders built over the last forested regions, the planet lacked sufficient natural resources to manage the atmospheric pollutants produced by the world’s industrialized species. The government had that covered, though, in building a series of very efficient facilities that converted carbon dioxide into oxygen, removed waste gases, that sort of thing. That ‘red goo’ several stories up doesn’t just act as a devourer tank. It’s a variant of the devourer organism, especially engineered for high-efficiency conversion of carbon dioxide to oxygen. It functions with the same efficiency as several thousand square kilometers of tract forest. And there are hundreds of similar substations all over Coruscant. Well, there
were
. Some may be damaged or destroyed now, but most were built at bedrock level. Lots of them could have survived so far.”

“Wait, wait.” Luke frowned. “They have to have some sort of active air-pumping mechanism.”

“That’s correct—”

“You are all intruders. Prepare to die.”

Grimacing, Bhindi did something to the droid’s restraining bolt. CPD 1-13 jerked as if electrocuted each time. “Each station,” Bhindi continued, “is attached to an elaborate network of intake and output ducts. In with the bad air, out with the good. And it’s those ducts that are most likely to have failed planetwide with the destruction Coruscant is experiencing. But the thing is, each one of those stations could serve as a resistance center—if I can get to it and get into it.”

Face gave her a disbelieving look. “Are they
all
secret, like this one?”

“Every one.”

“Why?”

“That was the second stage of the operation.” Bhindi stared forbiddingly at 1-13. “Think you can give them some history … 
without
death threats?”

“I have made no threats. Only announcements of impending doom.” CPD 1-13 straightened. “The second state of this complex, according to the maintenance droids that preceded me here, began with the gradual elimination, through retirement and transfer, of all living personnel who operated this station; they were replaced by droids. Then, once the station had been operated entirely by droids for several years, its reclamation organisms tank was disguised as a devourer tank and the operation center was hidden away, accessible only by a secure turobolift.”

“By whom, and for what purpose?” Face asked.

“By order of the Imperial government, and for the purpose of being able to exert control over this planetary environment in times of crisis.”

Luke raised an eyebrow over that. “Exert control. You mean, in times of revolution, he’d cut off the air?”

“That is correct. Should the Emperor need to regain control or merely cause billions to die, he could threaten to shut off the Complex and strangle Coruscant in its own wastes.”

“Merely cause billions to die.” Luke shook his head over that turn of phrase. “This doesn’t conflict with your medical programming?”

“Oh, no, sir. Implementation of such an operation would be at the Emperor’s sole discretion and by his own hand.”

Face managed a mirthless smile. “No matter what, any time I learn something more about Emperor Palpatine, I wish I hadn’t.”

“So what was the third stage?” Luke asked.

“Installation of the systems and organisms needed to maintain the Subject,” said CPD 1-13 “It was an operation that had no significant relation to our primary purpose, but this location, the substation closest to the Imperial government centers, was convenient.”

Luke tried to wave the excess verbiage away. “What
was
the Subject?”

“A human male. He and a human female came to occupy this complex thirteen years ago. Later, another male joined them for a time. They had proper authorization, and controlled droids that could activate the turbolift control in the tank above. Months after their arrival, the second male left, and the first male was operated on and installed in the suspended-animation unit.”

“Human males don’t grow to be three meters tall.”

“They do if subjected to specific growth hormones and cybernetic stimulation for years starting in childhood or adolescence.”

“So who is this human male?”

“Unknown, sir. His identity was never provided to us, nor the nature of its armor modifications.” Before Luke could ask, the droid hurried on, “It had hypoallergenic armor plates installed in its torso, head, elbows, and knees. The portions of its brain pertaining to human memory were largely replaced by computer apparatus. We of the maintenance staff concluded that it was to be a war machine of some sort, but beyond that we knew nothing.”

“Do you have any images of this? Either from before, or when it recently emerged?”

1-13 shook its head. “No, sir. We were forbidden by our protocols from recording the Subject in any way. Nor do I know what you mean by ‘emerged.’ ”

Curious, Luke glanced at Bhindi. She said, “It appears that their programming on this point was pretty comprehensive. When the Subject came out of his suspended animation tank, their programming kicked in and they couldn’t even detect him any longer. He cut them to pieces without them knowing what was happening.”

“Wonderful,” Luke said. “So our so-called Lord Nyax is a three-meter human male, possibly a Jedi, certainly a Force user, wandering around in a world where it probably doesn’t understand anything.”

“That seems to be about the size of it,” Bhindi said. “Isn’t the truth liberating?”

SEVEN

Lord Nyax felt the distant hunger. Something wanted him
.

That was all right. He wanted it, too. Anything that was so anxious for him deserved to be encountered. If it would serve him, he would command it. If it would not serve him, he would cut it into pieces
.

Either solution was just fine with him
.

Coruscant

The hunting party moved through the depths of Coruscant’s ruins. Four hard-eyed warriors, the scars, implants, and tattoos on their faces like a starmap of pain, led the procession, and four more brought up the rear.

Behind those in front were two voxyn handlers and the leashed voxyn they theoretically controlled. The massive reptilian beasts, low to the ground and rippling with muscle, moved their heads back and forth with every few steps, as though they could see through the wreckage around them and view potential victims hiding before them.

Viqi, walking alongside Denua Ku behind them, shuddered. The voxyn were the most ill-tempered and evil things she had ever encountered, Yuuzhan Vong included. At least the Vong could reason, even if their logic was alien. The voxyn had been cloned to sense the Force, to hunt and kill Force-wielders. Many Jedi had fallen to their fangs, their teeth, the corrosive stomach acid they could bring up at a moment’s notice.

These voxyn didn’t look particularly healthy. In places their dark green scales were fading to a yellow that reminded Viqi of plants withering from lack of sunlight. Though they were alert and had lost none of their intensity, their movements often seemed listless.

Not that Viqi would have dared to venture within reach of their teeth or claws. She suspected that either of them would bite her in two just to hear the clack of their teeth meeting in the middle.

The party neared the end of a lengthy access corridor. Ahead, a hole in the building’s exterior wall admitted dim sunlight and a breeze. Two Yuuzhan Vong warriors, novices from the lack of decoration their faces carried, stood on duty, one to either side of the gap.

Raglath Nur, the leader of the hunting party, addressed them. Viqi didn’t bother to listen. She knew they’d address her if they needed her. She was correct; after less than a minute, Raglath Nur beckoned her forward, to the very lip of the hole; Viqi could lean out and see countless stories of crumbling habitat beneath her, and a simple step forward would send her falling to her death.

“This warrior,” Raglath Nur said, indicating the novice warrior on the right side, “saw the walkway fall; he was a great distance away. First it erupted in flames as though
from one of the infidel torpedoes, then it fell. Searching, he found bodies below—burned, some of them in pieces. Explain.”

“If he didn’t see a starfighter fire a missile or torpedo, then it was probably a bomb,” Viqi said, indifferent to his curiosity. “Something like a torpedo, but carried by a man, put into position, and then persuaded to explode a few seconds later—seconds in which the one who planted it runs to safety.”

“And?”

“And what?”

Raglath Nur drew a hand back as if to strike her. Viqi steeled herself against the blow. But Denua Ku positioned his amphistaff between them. “He means, what do you conclude?” Denua Ku said. “You are here for your knowledge of infidels, their tactics.”

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