Underworld

  "Ferus Olin, is it? I remember when Siri would bring you by. And here

  I thought you left Coruscant behind forever. That would have been a smart

  move. And who is this with you?"

  "Trever Flume," Trever supplied.

  "Well, Trever Flume and Ferus Olin, what brings you down to these

  parts?"

  "Obi-Wan said you would help me," Ferus said. "I just left him a few

  days ago."

  Dexter leaned backward. All four hands went to his chest as he let out

  a gusty breath. "You should prepare a fellow for news like that. He's

  alive. That's good to hear. Where is he?"

  "I can't tell you that," Ferus said. "But he sends his regards."

  "Well, if you see him, tell him Dexter Jettster is still his friend."

  "He'll be glad to hear you're well."

  "Well?" Dexter chortled. "I wouldn't go that far. Not that far, at

  all. But I'm surviving."

  "You're one of the Erased."

  "Erased I am. No name, no background, nothing to declare except - I'm

  alive." He chuckled again, but this time ruefully. "Obi-Wan spoke too soon.

  I doubt. I have help to give you. But if you've come to be Erased, I can

  put you in touch with the right channels. I can find you a place to stay

  for a bit - not too long, because the Erased have to keep moving. Some of

  us keep track of one another, some of us disappear. There are no judgments

  down here. Whatever you do to survive, you do."

  Ferus glanced over at the long metal bar. The group that had followed

  the Whiphid outside were pulled up against it, their backs to the bar,

  their eyes on him. The Whiphid stood behind the bar, moving a dirty rag

  back and forth and watching, too.

  "Now, don't worry about them. They're just looking out for me. It's

  best to intimidate any visitors.

  Creatures come down here looking for thrills, and we send 'em back to

  where they came from. A little worse for wear, but alive. Ha! Ha! If I say

  you're all right, you'll be welcome enough."

  "Who are they?" Trever asked curiously.

  "A mixed lot, I'd say," Dexter answered. "Anyone the Empire was

  hounding. Heroes and villains. Some journalists, some former Republic army

  officers. Maybe some criminals mixed in."

  Ferus gave a sidelong glance at the slythmonger. "I noticed that."

  Dexter slapped both knees with four hands. "Hah! You're speaking of

  Keets."

  "Yeah, the one who couldn't wait to run us through with a vibroshiv,"

  Trever said.

  "Ah, his growl is worse than his chomp," Dex said. "And he wasn't a

  criminal in the old days. He was a journalist, writing for the Coruscant

  Holo Net. One of the first to ask why Palpatine was grabbing all the power

  even while he was smiling at us, telling us he was protecting us."

  "Not Keets Freely?" Ferus asked, astonished. He had read Freely's

  commentaries during the Clone Wars.

  "The very same. And the Bothan fellow with the tangled mane - that's

  Oryon, one of the best spies the Republic ever had. The human female with

  the spiked hair-horns? Rhya Taloon, the Senator from Agridorn. Can't go

  back to her homeworld - she's got a death mark on her head. So she escaped.

  See that Svivreni? He was a Senate aide. And the tall humanoid? An officer

  in the Army of the Republic. Not a clone. Don't ask about the brothers -

  the ones standing next to each other who look alike? They haven't told us

  who they are."

  Ferus looked around the room again, this time in surprise. "Here it

  is," he said, excitement underneath his words. "Right here, in this room.

  Seeds for the rebellion. Here is where it will begin, in places like this."

  Dexter laughed. "We're a long way from rebellion, young Olin. We're

  just trying to survive. Coruscant used to be a decent place to live, if you

  didn't mind a billion beings breathing your air. Things have changed. There

  are spies around, of course. But even ordinary Coruscanti just trying to

  get by are having a real hard time. Bribes and intimidation - that's a way

  of life now."

  "We were just at the Jedi Temple," Ferus said. "We've seen the damage

  there."

  "They say there are Jedi imprisoned there."

  "There aren't."

  "Didn't think there would be. That's why I warned the other one."

  Ferus's alertness sharpened. "What other one?"

  "She didn't give me her name."

  "A Jedi - a human woman, with a small facial marking on her forehead -

  "

  "That's the one. She heard I'd been a friend to the Jedi and sought me

  out. That was before I Erased myself. I couldn't give her much - I was

  surprised that any Jedi was alive at all. But I did tell her not to go to

  the Temple. She went down below instead, into the deepest sublevels."

  "Do you know where, exactly?" Ferus asked.

  "No idea, my friend. But recently I got a message. If I ever need her,

  she said, I should look for Solace."

  "Solace?"

  "A word I've been hearing more and more lately."

  "But where is it?"

  Dex shrugged. "Don't know. I haven't needed her yet."

  Ferus looked around. "There's something you should know. The Empire is

  planning a strike down here. They want to wipe out the Erased. You're all

  becoming bothersome to the new regime. They want to control Coruscant all

  the way down to the crust."

  Dex stroked his chin with his thick, gnarled fingers. "That won't be

  easy, even for the Empire."

  "Darth Vader has made it his personal mission."

  "Darth Vader? That's another story." Dex frowned in thought, the deep

  furrows in his face collapsing until his eyes disappeared. Then he looked

  up again at Ferus. "You'll need a guide if you're going below."

  "Do you have someone in mind?"

  "Maybe, maybe. But first, a small parley with the gang."

  Dex signaled to the others and they retired to another room in the

  back of the cantina. It turned out that the building was an old relay power

  station, and it still held abandoned turbines. The Erased had hooked up

  their own power system here, and the air was filled with steam and a

  constant humming noise.

  "Makes it hard for surveillance to get a fix on voices," Dex explained

  to Ferus and Trever. "You've got some here who are a little touchy about

  being overheard."

  Seven of the Erased sat at the table along with Dex. The others had

  melted away, not even willing to sit and talk with outsiders. The Whiphid

  stayed at the bar.

  The Erased all turned to Dexter to begin, and Ferus realized that he

  was a kind of unofficial leader here.

  "My friend here is Ferus Olin, a former Jedi."

  "Jedi apprentice," Ferus corrected.

  "And this is his friend..."Trever chimed in with his name.

  "Ferus tells me that the Empire is planning to try to eradicate us,

  and I trust his information," Dexter continued. "We all knew it would

  happen. Just sooner than we'd like."

  "We're not prepared for this," the Svivreni said. He was stocky, with

  a narrow, furred face. His hair reached the back of his knees and was held

  back with a thick metal band.

  "This is Curran Caladian," Dexter told Ferus and Tr
ever.

  "I knew a Tyro Caladian," Ferus said. Tyro had been a friend of Obi-

  Wan's, and a good source of information. Ferus had met him a number of

  times. He had been one of twenty-one beings killed in the great Senate

  massacre, a few years before the Clone Wars began.

  "My cousin," Curran said. "We started out as aides at the Senate

  together." He gave Ferus a look of recognition. "You were there that day -

  at the massacre. You saved Palpatine's life."

  Ferus nodded. He had reasons to remember this. He knew now that he

  couldn't have possibly saved Palpatine's life that day. Palpatine, he felt

  sure, had been supremely in control at every moment, had perhaps even

  foreseen the attacks and turned them to his advantage. Certainly his

  courage under fire had netted him more supporters than ever.

  "Is that so?" Dex slapped four hands on his massive legs. "If only

  you'd moved a little to the left that day, Ferus, we all might be in better

  shape! Ha!"

  Ferus acknowledged the joke with a slight smile. He felt that nothing

  he could have done that day would have made a difference.

  "Back to the subject at hand," Dex said. "Or hands. Seems to me we

  have some decisions to make. First, we should warn the others. Everyone is

  on their own, of course. But if some of us can help, we should help."

  "Help how?" The tall man who Dex had called a former officer spoke up.

  "Offer the Erased a place to go if they need it. Leave the orange

  district."

  The man nodded. "We've got to go deeper."

  "I agree with Hume," Rhya Taloon said. Ferus could not connect the

  image of this woman, her silver hair twisted into horns, holsters

  crisscrossing her chest, with the image of a Senator.

  "Our strength lies in our bond," the Bothan Oryon said. "We should

  find a place we'll all be safe. Not just us, but any Erased who wish to

  join us."

  The two young men who Dexter had referred to as brothers sat together.

  They followed the conversation carefully, looking from one speaker to

  another at the same moment. They nodded in agreement.

  "Gilly and Spence are right," Dexter said, even though the two young

  men hadn't spoken. "Now what about Solace?"

  Rhya Taloon spoke up. "I've heard rumors about it. A kind of refuge,

  they say. Secret. Safe. Impossible to find, yet many find their way there."

  "I say we find it," Dexter said. "Ferus has got the skills to protect

  us on the journey."

  Me? Ferus thought. Since when did I volunteer?

  Keets Freely gave a long look around at the sweeping machines, the

  pools of rusty water, and the grimy walls. "And leave all this?" he joked.

  Wait a second, Ferus thought. I thought I was getting a guide, not

  leading a group. He shot a look at Dexter. His eyes were twinkling.....you

  could say such a thing were possible for a Besalisk's beady eyes.

  Oh, well. He'd been outmaneuvered. But he didn't mind doing Dexter a

  favor. He'd do it for Obi-Wan's sake. And to help find the lost Jedi.

  Trever didn't mind. That was clear by the grin on his face. He liked

  these people. No doubt they reminded him of the black marketers he lived

  with on Bellassa.

  "Take a vote, then," Dexter suggested.

  Slowly, weapons were raised. All seven Erased agreed to go.

  "I'll be staying here," Dex said. "I'm not as mobile as I was. I'll

  warn the others to stay low - well, lower than normal - and I'll wait to

  hear from you."

  As they went to collect their weapons and belongings, Ferus talked to

  Dexter.

  "Don't think I didn't notice how you trapped me into this," he said.

  "Where's your spirit of adventure, young Olin?" Dexter chortled and

  slapped him on the back, sending him shooting forward. He saved himself

  from crashing into a column just in time.

  "I should tell you something, Dexter. If you're relying on the skills

  of a Jedi, I dropped out of the Order some time ago. I'm a little rusty."

  "I'd rather have a Jedi at half-power than a battalion of

  stormtroopers any day," Dexter assured him. "And call me Dex. I have a

  feeling this is the beginning of a long friendship."

  The Erased left to gather the few belongings they needed to take, and

  Ferus took the opportunity to gain some privacy and contact Obi-Wan. He

  withdrew into a little-used part of the space and took out his comlink.

  They had agreed on a coded signal before they parted, and Obi-Wan

  answered at once. A flickering mini-hologram appeared, and Obi-Wan flipped

  back his hood.

  "News?"

  "Hey, Obi-Wan, glad to see you, too."

  Obi-Wan frowned. "You are supposed to contact me for emergencies only.

  "

  "Well, it's not an emergency, so I guess you don't want to hear what I

  have to say. Bye!"

  "Hello, Ferus," Obi-Wan said wearily. "How are you?"

  "Nothing a few days of rest on Belazura wouldn't cure. I'm here with

  your friend Dexter Jettster. He sends his regards."

  "Dex! I'm glad to hear it."

  "He's got a death mark on his head, but he's alive. Listen, I broke

  into the Temple with Trever and overheard something of interest about Polis

  Massa."

  Obi-Wan straightened. "Yes?"

  "Darth Vader doesn't care about it. Whatever it is. In fact, he

  forbade Malorum to pursue any inquiry."

  "That's good."

  "No, that's bad. Because Malorum is trying to become the Emperor's

  right-hand man and boot out Vader. So he's going to pursue it."

  "Do you know what he knows?"

  "No, I didn't get that far. The wall caved in."

  "You have to find out. You must be alert for any inquiry into the

  death of Senator Padme Amidala as well. Do you think you could get back

  into the Temple?"

  "Trever and I barely got out."

  Obi-Wan folded his hands into the sleeves of his cloak. "You know I

  can't leave here, Ferris. And I don't want to put you and Trever in danger.

  But Malorum has to be stopped."

  "I'll stop him for you, Obi-Wan," Ferris said. "I don't know how, I

  don't even know why. But I'll do it."

  "May the Force be with you."

  "You know, I'm beginning to realize that it actually is with me.

  Still."

  "Of course it is, Ferus." Obi-Wan's voice was warm now. "Depend on it.

  "

  CHAPTER TEN

  For the first time since he'd left the streets of Bellassa, Trever

  felt at home.

  The Erased reminded him of the friends he'd made in the black market.

  Sure, you didn't want to ask the brothers, Gilly and Spence, what they did

  before they were Erased, but that was fine with him. He was used to people

  concealing their pasts.

  Gilly and Spence didn't say much. They were short and compact and

  heavily armed with various makeshift weapons they trusted more than any

  blaster. Keets Freely was the talkative one. That guy could chew your ear

  off with facts about the Coruscant underlevels: How they'd always existed

  outside of the law. How security didn't penetrate this far down. Millions

  of inhabitants relied on their own defensive skills or teams of vigilantes

  to protect neighborhoods and
individual apartment structures with their

  hundreds of inhabitants.

  According to Keets, ever since the Most Evilest Empire took over,

  things had only become worse. Before the Clone Wars, the Senate tried to

  keep the place from falling apart, at least. They sent droid teams down for

  occasional repairs. They even set up med clinics for the poor slobs who had

  to live there. But now, with the new greedy Senate, nobody cared. So the

  millions of beings slammed into the sublevels traveled in packs and kept

  arsenals of weapons to protect themselves.

  Trever could have skipped the lecture and picked up the main point -

  watch your back.

  He noticed that Ferus wasn't too happy about leading the Erased down.

  They had traveled for hours until they were far away from the Senate and

  Galactic City, and all Ferus could think about was the Jedi he was

  searching for. Honestly, he was a little obsessive about it. But still,

  Trever had never met anyone he felt he could depend on like Ferus. It was