It took a moment for Qui-Gon's words to sink in. Then Nield's face flushed with anger. 'You want to see something of the Daan?' he asked challengingly. 'I am a Daan. Come with me. I'll show you that the Daan are no better than the Melida. And no worse.'
Cerasi led the way through the tunnels again, away from the direction they had come in, straight into Daan territory.
'Cerasi knows every step of these tunnels,' Nield explained as they followed behind her. His earlier anger had passed as quickly as it had come. 'She was the first to come down here to live.'
'Why did she leave her life above ground?' Qui-Gon asked.
'She saw the way things are, as I did,' Nield answered. 'There is no life for us up there. Down here we have muck and filth, but we have hope.' His teeth gleamed in the darkness as he smiled. 'It may seem strange to you, but we're happier here.'
'It's not strange at all,' Obi-Wan said.
'Was it the Young who shored up the tunnels?' Qui-Gon asked. 'The work seems recent.'
Nield nodded before squeezing through a small opening, then waited for them to enter the new tunnel. 'We did it bit by bit, piece by piece. The tunnels were built during the Eighteenth Battle of Zehava. The Daan expanded the water and sewage tunnels and broke through into the underground burial vaults from the Tenth War, working secretly at night to enter the Melida sector. That's when the city was divided between north and south. They won that battle.'
'And then the Nineteenth Battle of Zehava was fought barely six months later,' Cerasi said, overhearing them. 'The battles never stop. They never will, unless we act.'
Cerasi paused. Light filtered down from a crack in the stone overhead. 'Here.'
Qui-Gon eyed the curved ceiling of the tunnel.'Where?'
Cerasi undipped a ring of tension cord from her belt. She expertly tossed the cord above and, with a flicking motion of her wrist, wrapped it around a hook embedded in the mortar of the ceiling. Cerasi tested it, then glanced at Qui-Gon and flashed him a grin. 'Don't worry, it will even hold you.'
She scrambled up the cord, hand over hand.
When she had almost reached the top, she swung out from the cord and hooked her fingers into the crack in the stone. She remained there, pressing her face against the crack.
'All clear,' she called down softly. She pushed off and swung hard, tilting her body back until she was almost upside down. Using her momentum, she kicked at the stone with her feet. It dislodged, and with her next swing, she gave it a more gentle kick to move it out of the way. Qui-Gon heard a thud as the stone hit the ground overhead. On her next swing, Cerasi easily hooked her feet into the opening, then bent her body to swing herself out.
The whole operation had taken maybe thirty seconds. Qui-Gon admired Cerasi's agility and strength.
She popped her head back down.'Nothing to it.'
One by one, the remaining three pulled themselves up the cord and then swung out of the opening. They were not quite as graceful and swift as Cerasi, but they made it.
Qui-Gon found himself in a storeroom located in a service building in back of an abandoned estate. It was a clever place to hide an entrance to the tunnels.
Now Nield led the way, since he was familiar with the Daan sector. 'Don't worry,' he told the Jedi. 'I'm a Daan, and many know me here. You're safer in Daan territory. At least the Daan don't want to take you hostage.'
Now that Qui-Gon had more time, he was able to study the Daan sector more closely. It didn't seem that much different than the Inner Hub. Abandoned, bombed-out buildings. Barricades. Food shortages in the shops. And everywhere people going about their daily lives with old and ragged weapons strapped to chests, hips, and ankles. He did not see many faces younger than sixty or older than twenty.
'This used to be a beautiful city,' Nield remarked, sadness in his voice. 'I've seen drawings and hologram recreations. It's been completely rebuilt seven times. When I was very young, I remember trees and blossoms and even a museum that had nothing to do with the dead.'
'There were no barricades for five years,' Cerasi said softly. 'Daans and Melidas mixed in both sectors. In some neighborhoods they even lived side by side. Then the Twenty-Fifth Battle of Zehava began.'
'What about your parents, Cerasi?' Obi-Wan asked.
Cerasi's expression was hard for Qui-Gon to read. She seemed to struggle with the decision to share even a part of her story. 'Their hatred destroyed them, like so many others. My mother died while conducting a sniper raid. My brother was sent to the country to work in a munitions factory, I have not heard a word from him since.'
'And your father?'
Cerasi's face smoothedout, became bland. 'He is dead,' she said colorlessly.
A story there, Qui-Gon thought. Each of the Young, he realized, would have a similar one, full of sorrow and tragedy, of parents lost too soon, families fractured. That was the bond between them.
Ahead, Qui-Gon saw a glimpse of blue water. They walked down a wide boulevard, leaping over large holes where proton torpedoes had fallen.
'This isLakeWeir,' Nield said. 'I used to come swimming here when I was little. Now you'll see what the Daan have done.'
As they drew closer, the patch of blue Qui-Gon had glimpsed between two buildings widened, and he could see that the lake was quite large. It would have been a beautiful expanse, except for the low, massive ebony stone building that floated slightly above the water by repulsor-posts.
