'Direct hit,' the pilot said tersely. 'Another one like that and we could be in trouble.'
'What are you talking about? We have a triple-armored hull! It can't be penetrated.'
'Well, it has,' the pilot said.
'This kind of firepower is usually reserved for capital ships,' Dooku said. 'The attacking craft must be custom-fitted with scaled-down versions.'
Suddenly the pilot leaned over and began to frantically hit the controls. 'The energy shield is malfunctioning!'
Qui-Gon's eyes flickered at his Master. This would make the difference, they knew.
'Then we'd better go on the offensive,' Dooku said calmly.
'Senator, I should escort you to the safe room,' Eero repeated. 'Now.'
The Senator looked pale. His hand fluttered and clutched at his chest.
'I hardly think that's necessary — '
A blast suddenly shook the bridge, sending them flying. Dooku held on to the console and managed to stay upright, but the Senator and Eero skidded across the floor. Qui-Gon fell but anchored himself by grabbing the base of the co-pilot's seat.
Already the attacking ship was zooming to the left, ready to inflict another blow. It was nimble, darting closer and retreating, coming at them from all angles, making a tough target. The Senator's ship by contrast was now a lumbering beast. Dooku could see a plume of smoke coming from its underbelly. The intense heat was causing the armor to peel off the ship's surface in strips of gleaming metal.
'We've lost one of our laser cannons,' the co-pilot reported.
'You'd better get to that safe room, Senator,' Dooku said as another blast shook the ship.
The Senator didn't argue this time. Eero and Senator Annon left, staggering as they moved.
'Have you noticed something unusual, Qui-Gon?' Dooku asked his apprentice.
Qui-Gon nodded. 'The ship is firing whenever we drop the particle shield in order to fire our weapons. That would take incredible reflexes on the part of whoever has the controls. Even an onboard computer couldn't obtain that kind of speed and accuracy. I've never seen anything like it.'
Dooku nodded. 'Neither have I.'
'They've blasted the loading dock bay doors!' the pilot shouted.
'They're going to get on board!'
Chapter 9
Dooku and Qui-Gon raced down the halls of the ship. When they arrived at the docking bay, the pirate ship had already landed. War droids were rolling down the ramp. It took less than a second for the droids to pinpoint their targets. Blaster fire tore up the ground in front of them and they heard it ping off the walls of the docking bay.
Dooku admired how Qui-Gon did not flinch or hesitate, but kept moving in the same fluid, graceful manner. Qui-Gon had so little of the awkwardness of adolescence. He moved swiftly and easily, his arm swinging with the motion of his lightsaber as he parried the blaster fire.
'If we can prevent the pirates from disembarking, we've got them,'
Dooku said as they moved. 'They might decide the prize isn't worth the effort.'
Suddenly the droids ejected smoke grenades from their flanks. Thick, acrid clouds rolled toward them, stinging their eyes. They kept on advancing, their eyes streaming tears.
Then a voice echoed through the thick smoke. 'Please..'
It was the girl's voice again. 'Stop — please don't shoot. I'm here.
I'm standing on the ramp. They made me. Please!' Her begging voice was full of tears and terror. Qui-Gon stopped.
'Keep fighting!' Dooku snapped. 'Don't listen!'
But Qui-Gon ran ahead and was swallowed up by the smoke. The fool was going to try to save the girl.
Angrily, Dooku rushed after him, straight into the worst of the cloud.
He felt that the voice was a ruse. It had been from the start. Yet Qui-Gon's respect for the living Force would not allow for doubt. If he thought there was a chance that a child was in trouble, he wouldn't hesitate. Curse him and his empathy, Dooku thought, coughing from the smoke.
He took out the droids as he moved, hearing them before he saw them.
The smoke thinned. He could see now that droids littered the ground.
He stepped over them. Qui-Gon stood on the ramp, alone. Dooku raced up to join him and together they rushed the ship.
It was empty. Dooku strode over to the ship console. A recording rod was resting on the pilot's chair. He activated it.
'Help me, please.'
Dooku shut it off.
