He rose and headed away from the lake. He would start by surprising Obi-Wan. Thanks to Tic Verdun, he would locate Granta Omega.
Chapter Twelve
Upon his return to Coruscant, Obi-Wan didn't stop at the Temple, but went right to the Senate. He paused inside the massive grand hall and accessed the directional system. He entered Sano Sauro's name and a map instantly appeared, highlighting the quickest route to his office. He would have to snake through several wings of the Senate complex. The system would print out a map on a durasheet, but Obi-Wan didn't need it. He memorized the route and took off.
Ever since he'd come here as a Jedi student, he had seen a Senate bustling with beings from all over the galaxy, but lately the halls had seemed even more crowded. The Senators' staffs were bloated with consorts, advisors, clerks, secretaries, assistants, and droids. Committees and subcommittees were tied up in hearings that stretched on for months, and sometimes years. Obi-Wan had always found Senators to admire for their dedication, but it was getting harder. The Senate continued to legislate, but it took more and more effort and time to get the smallest things done.
Coalitions were formed, favors traded, credits amassed. Betrayals caused grudges that resulted in deep rifts that lasted for years. It was a different place than he had known.
Yet he continued to serve it. He did not think it was possible to have peace in the galaxy without it.
What kind of Senator was Sano Sauro? He did not want to make judgments before meeting him again. He had not seen him in ten years. Beings changed with time. He had known an ambitious lawyer who had attacked the Jedi and mocked the Force. Perhaps Sauro had found peace in a life of service. Obi- Wan would not expect trouble. He would hope for the best.
Still, he was uncomfortably aware of how deeply Sano Sauro had unnerved him as a young Padawan. The man's reserve had been icy. He did not seem to be able to speak without a sneer. Obi-Wan had felt that whatever he said to the prosecutor was wrong or foolish. He was a Jedi Knight now, and not easily intimidated. It would be interesting to see what the encounter would be like if Sano Sauro had not changed.
Obi-Wan reached the offices of Sano Sauro and strode inside. A team of assistants worked busily at their desks. An ornate carved door led to an inner office. Obi-Wan told the receptionist his name and requested a few minutes of the Senator's time. He wondered if Sano Sauro would remember him.
He did not have to wonder long. The door hissed open and Sauro stood in the doorway. He looked oddly the same. He still had the same unlined face, the skin smooth and stretched tightly over the bones. His hair was still jet black. He could even have been dressed in the same clothes, a long black tunic and trousers. Obi-Wan could see small evidence of vanity in his brightly shined expensive boots.
'Obi-Wan Kenobi,' he said through tight lips. 'Don't tell me you've killed another Padawan.'
He had not changed at all.
Obi-Wan was glad to note that Sano Sauro's words had not made even the slightest impression on him. He did not feel stung. He did not care what such a man thought of him. The opinion of a cruel man was worth less than nothing.
'I come on another matter and would welcome your help,' Obi-Wan said.
Sano Sauro stepped aside. Obi-Wan took this as an invitation to enter the office. The door hissed shut behind him.
Sano Sauro sat behind a long, low desk built of stone. Two massive red thorns marked the corners. Obi- Wan recognized them from the claing bush.
Sauro said nothing but waited for him to begin. Obi-Wan remembered that, too. The prosecutor had never wasted time on pleasantries.
'I am trying to locate a protcgc of yours called Granta Omega,' Obi- Wan said. He waited to see if Sano Sauro would react to the name, but he did not. 'Do you still know him?'
'He is a personal friend,' Sano Sauro said. 'Can you tell me how I could contact him?' 'Why?'
'In connection with a Jedi matter,' Obi-Wan said. 'Why would I give you any information?' Sano Sauro asked.
Now it was Obi-Wan's turn to say nothing. The rudeness was not unexpected.
'Because you ask?' Sauro said, folding his hands in front of him.
'Because you are a Jedi?'
'Because there is no reason not to,' Obi-Wan said. 'And if there is, I would be interested in uncovering it. I would expect that an investigation into the reason would not please you.'
'How interesting it must be to be a Jedi,' Sano Sauro said. 'You can bully and threaten and yet hide behind your robes and your talk of justice and the Force. Very convenient.'
'I am not threatening you,' Obi-Wan said evenly. 'I asked you a legitimate question, which you refused to answer. I am interested in why.'
'In that case, let me save you time. I am refusing to answer because I do not help the Jedi. It is as simple as that. The Senate in its collective delusion thinks we need you. I do not.'
The door hissed open behind Obi-Wan. Sauro rose. 'I think I have come to the end of my patience,' he said. 'Good-bye.'
The hatred in his gaze was no longer surprising to Obi-Wan. Sano Sauro had hated the Jedi ten years before and still hated them.
He could go over Sano Sauro's head. He could get the Jedi Council involved. They could go to Supreme Chancellor Palpatine. It was something to consider. If Granta Omega was planning to corner the market on bacta, the Chancellor would want to know.
