longer frightened him. The ship rooted him to their reality. Even in her pain, she was teaching him how to navigate the more difficult dimensions.
Anakin in turn gave the ship what considerable skills he possessed.
Together, they took themselves into hyperspace and fled the triple star system that had once held the secret promise of Zonama Sekot.
The ship was indeed faster than anything that had ever flown before.
Chapter 66
Obi-Wan slept. Exhaustion caught up with him, and sleep came without his even being aware of it. He awoke a few hours later and saw Anakin also asleep, arms still embedded in the console. The boy's eyes twitched. He was dreaming.
Obi-Wan stroked the ship lightly. 'Any friend of Anakin Skywalker's is a friend of mine,' he murmured.
The console rippled beneath his touch. A display of the ship's vital systems appeared before him. She was giving everything she had to get them to where they wanted to go, but that wasn't going to be enough. The ship's injuries were too great.
Obi-Wan leaned forward. 'There's another station,' he said. An emergency outpost, a barren, rocky world thousands of parsecs closer than Coruscant, sometimes used by Jedi, unknown to anyone else, and otherwise almost deserted. He had been there only once, after a particularly harrowing adventure with Qui-Gon.
The ship accepted his coordinates. A new display affirmed that the ship could reach this destination.
'And when you can, send a message to the Temple.' He provided the transponder frequencies. 'Someone should meet us at the outpost. Mace Windu, or Thracia Cho Leem. Or both. It is very important that my Padawan be counseled by another Master after his ordeal.'
Anakin came awake and blinked owlishly in the warm cabin lights.
'You were dreaming,' Obi-Wan said.
'Not me. The ship,' Anakin said. 'Or maybe we were dreaming together. We were traveling around the galaxy, seeing wonderful things. It was so great to just be free. You were there with us. I think you were having fun, too.'
Anakin held out his hand, fingers spread, and Obi-Wan met it with his own hand. A few more years and the boy would reach his full growth.
In more than just size.
'I'm going to give her a name,' Anakin said, looking away.
'What?'
'I'm going to call her Jabitha.'
Obi-Wan smiled.
'It's a pretty name, isn't it?'
'It is a pretty name.'
'Do you think they're still alive?'
'I don't know,' Obi-Wan said.
'Maybe they all just vanished and no one will ever see them again.'
'Perhaps.'
Anakin had a hard time asking the next question. 'Our ship is dying, isn't she?'
'Yes.'
Anakin stared straight ahead, face blank.
The boy loses everything he loves, and yet still he is strong.
'Vergere…' Anakin began.
'Tell me more about what Vergere said.'
'I'll get the ship-I'll get the Jabitha to show you the entire message.'
Vergere appeared once more in the cabin, head feathers awry, slanted eyes wary, communicating the news of her discoveries to any Jedi who might follow in her path.
Chapter 67
The Jabitha, lay in a cold and flimsy hangar on the outpost world Seline. The Sekotan ship's skin was rapidly losing its color and iridescence.
Anakin sat on a bench before the ship, chin in his hands. Outside, winds howled and spicules of ice shattered with a harsh, tinny rattle against the hangar's thin metal skin.
Anakin tried to imagine the Jabitha back in her birthplace of warmth and lush, tropic beauty, back with her family. . wherever they might be.
Seline was a poor place for a Sekotan ship to die.
