was on the verge of voting on whether or not to withdraw from the Republic when these Jedi offworlders arrived.'
'I know.' The man was not pleased. That, at least, was a good sign, Ogomoor felt. 'That's the Senate for you. Always sending in a Jedi or two when their own obtuse directives get ignored. Serves them right. You'd think they would have come to expect it by now.'
'These Jedi have nothing to do with Ansion,' Ogomoor persisted. 'The many peoples of this world, settlers as well as indigenous, have always acted independently and in their own interests.'
The delegate raised his glass in mock salute. 'Here's to the Republic, of which we're still a part. Sorry, Ogomoor, but our independence only extends so far.'
'Not if we secede. Others will join our action.'
'Yes.' The human sighed. 'I've read the fine print in the treaties. They make us more important than we would otherwise be. Hence the attention of the Jedi.'
'How were you intending to vote?' Ogomoor did his best not to seem too interested.
His attempt at disinterest did not fool the delegate. 'You'd like to know that, wouldn't you? You and your master the Hutt, and his associates in galactic trade.'
'Bossban Soergg has many friends, it is true.' Ansionian eyes locked on human ones. 'Not all are in business.'
The delegate's expression, cordial enough up to now, sud denly turned withering. 'Are you threatening me, Ogomoor? You and that overweight slug you call a boss?'
'Not at all,' the visitor to the apartment replied quickly. 'On the contrary, I am here to show my respect, as well as that of my bossban-and his associates. As residents of Ansion, we are all concerned for the future of our world.' He smiled again. 'Just because a couple of Jedi have arrived here does not mean we should stand around in awed stupefaction.'
The human's gaze narrowed. 'What are you getting at?'
Ogomoor made a gesture of indifference. 'Why should the Unity sit and founder while waiting for the Jedi to return? Suppose, for example, they do not come back from the plains. They have gone to try to influence the Alwari. Suppose the Alwari influence them?'
The human's expression showed that he had not considered this line of reasoning. 'If the Jedi don't come back-or come back changed. . You're saying that after talking with the Alwari, they might be persuaded to favor the nomad point of view?'
Ogomoor looked away. 'I didn't say that at all. It's only that in the Jedi's absence, there is nothing to prevent the Unity Council from moving forward instead of sitting still. Are we of Ansion nothing more than mewling infants, to sit around and wait on the movements of offworlders-be they Jedi or not?'
Nodding slowly, the human finished the last of his drink in one long, cold swallow. 'What would you have me do?'
Ogomoor sniffed through his single, broad nostril. 'Call the council back into session. Take the vote. If the Jedi object to the result, let them file a complaint with the Senate. Ansion already has a government-free of outside influences. What could be the harm in taking the vote?'
'That it could be overturned by the Senate.'
Ogomoor nodded understandingly. 'Votes are harder to overturn once they have been taken. If the Jedi were here, there would be reason not to call for the vote. But-they are not here.' He gestured toward the window and, by implication, the plains beyond. 'They have gone. By choice.'
The delegate was silent for a long moment. When at last he looked back up at his visitor, there was hesitation in his voice. 'It won't be an easy thing, what you ask. The Armalat in particular will object, and you know what they can be like.'
Ogomoor gestured significantly. 'Time overcomes stub bornness. The longer the Jedi remain away from Cuipernam, the greater will be the erosion of confidence in their abilities among the other members of the council. My bossban and his friends are relying on your known powers of persuasion.'
'I still-I don't know,' the human murmured, clearly wavering.
'Your efforts will not go unappreciated.' Ogomoor rose, glad to be able to abandon the uncomfortable, ill- fitting chair. 'Think about it. According to my bossban, changes are coming to the Republic. Changes beyond anything you or I can imagine.' In passing his host on the way to the door, he leaned close and lowered his voice. 'I am assured it would be most advantageous to be on one side of these changes rather than the other.'
The human did not see his guest out. He didn't have the time, having been left with too much to think about.
Chapter 8
The assault by the gairk had done no harm, Luminara re flected as they started across new prairie the following morning. It might even have done some good, alerting them to the fact that while they had left the minions of Barriss's would-be kidnapper behind, the planet Ansion presented dangers enough of its own.
While she and Obi-Wan rode on cloaked in the serenity that characterizes mature Jedi, their Padawans were less composed. The incident with the gairks had left them slightly jumpy. Despite their comfortable, high perches on the backs of their suu-batars, high above the grasslands, they continued to regard everything that moved as a potential threat. Luminara observed Barriss's reactions with mild amusement while offering no comment. There was nothing like experience in the field to teach a budding Padawan when to jump and when to relax.
As for Anakin, at times he seemed almost eager for another attack, as if anxious for the opportunity to prove himself. Obi-Wan had spoken of the young man's skill with a lightsaber. But part of that skill, she knew, was knowing when not to use the weapon. Still, she found it hard to be critical of him. He wanted so badly to impress, to please.
The flock of ongun-nur provided an excellent lesson. They came swooping down out of the west, their
