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  But then again … He glanced at Vestara. She came from an entire culture of Sith. They couldn’t be backstabbing one another constantly—they’d have become extinct long ago. Somehow this flavor of Sith had learned how to cooperate. Vestara had proved it was possible. She had worked with Ben and his father before, on Dathomir, and that cooperation had saved Luke Skywalker’s life.

  “We do have a common goal,” Luke said at last. “It would be better to work toward it together rather than getting in each other’s way. But don’t think that I will not be expecting treachery at every turn. There are fewer enmities more ancient than that of Sith and Jedi.”

  A sigh. “This thing we both fight might be older than that,” Taalon said. “Well, I did not expect this to be a particularly comradely union. Very well. You deliver Vestara Khai. Together, in an alliance not seen since this galaxy was new, Sith and Jedi will confront and defeat their mutual foe—one way or the other. And after that … well, let us see where we stand then, shall we?”

  “Vestara stays here.”

  The Sith girl froze. There was a long silence.

  “I cannot permit that.”

  “Then we have no alliance.” Another long silence.

  “She has information we require. She comes with us, or there is no deal.”

  “Information about how to reach and confront our mutual foe?” Luke said, turning Taalon’s own flowery words back on him. “That, I do not object to permitting her to share. That was the information you were talking about, wasn’t it?”

  “She will come to no harm while entrusted in your … care,” said Taalon. “None. Or we will attack and destroy you down to your marrow and obliterate your very cells.”

  “Provided you keep your bargain, she’s perfectly safe. Jedi aren’t in the habit of torturing children.”

  Vestara frowned at being referred to as a child. Ben started to smile a little, despite the situation, then realized that she was the same age as he was. He shot his dad a disappointed glance.

  “Then I believe we have an agreement,” Taalon said.

  “Not just yet. We need to decide who is going to be in charge of this alliance first.”

  “I would suggest we command as a pair, you and I,” Taalon said. “No Sith will take orders solely from a Jedi. And I am sure you would bridle at being told what to do by a Sith High Lord.”

  “I would indeed. And I would suggest we begin this joint command by sharing information. You first.”

  “Ah, but Master Skywalker, you have our source of information right there with you. Start with her. We will be prepared to depart within a half hour.”

  “So will we. I’ll be in touch. Jade Shadow out.”

  “Dad,” Ben said the second the communication was terminated. “You just agreed to help the Sith.”

  Luke shook his head. “No, son. I agreed to let the Sith help us.”

  Ben regarded him, incredulity mixed with curiosity. “You trust them to keep their word?”

  “I trust them to do what is best for them. And as long as what is best for them is best for us, then we’ll be fine.”

  “And when it’s not?”

  “Like Taalon said … we’ll see where we stand then. I’m prepared for that. There are two old sayings, Ben: ‘The enemy of my enemy is my friend,’ and ‘Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer.’”

  Luke pointedly turned to Vestara, who stood straight with her hands clasped behind her back. “Now,” he said, “High Lord Taalon assures me you know everything they do.”

  She lifted a small information chip. “Most of it’s here,” she said.

  “And what’s not there?” Luke asked.

  Vestara smiled slightly and tapped her temple. “And this is where it will stay until it is necessary. We have a card game on my world. It is called Mahaa’i Shuur, which means Ultimate Success in the tongue of the natives. The rules are complicated, but the goal is simple. The winner is the one who never, ever has to play his last card.”

  Luke Skywalker watched Vestara Khai the way, long ago, a bartender named Wuher had watched him at the Mos Eisley cantina—coldly, expecting the unexpected, and looking for an excuse to cease being civil. Her back was to him, hands on her hips, her long brown hair hanging loose. She was looking out over the gathering of Sith vessels that were starting to fall into formation in preparation for departure, and he didn’t have to sense her in the Force to make a damn good guess as to what she might be thinking. As soon as he had the thought Luke amended it.

  She was Sith. So were they. In Luke’s mind, that automatically meant they could not be trusted. Even if they were sincere in this desire to unite forces and approach the Maw with a lot more firepower than the Jade Shadow would have mustered alone, there had to be a trick, or a trap. They were Sith. Deception was a keystone of their culture.

  Vestara Khai was Sith. But she was also a girl who seemed to have at least a few virtues along with her vices, something Luke found unexpected and disconcerting. No doubt she was contemplating treachery. But he was willing to admit that she also might just be missing her people. A soft sigh escaped her, as if confirming his thoughts.

  He had assigned Ben the job of being the first to read through the information Vestara had given them, thinking the task would distract his son from the admittedly attractive female his own age who was going to be living in such close quarters with them. He was not worried for Ben’s state of mind regarding the Force. Ben had been through more things in his short life than most beings had in century-long ones. He wasn’t likely to be tempted by offers of power or greatness, the usual tools those who tried to corrupt Jedi liked to employ.

  But it was, Luke realized, entirely possible that Ben might get a little confused now and then. Vestara was strikingly attractive, and had presumably been through things comparable to what Ben had undergone. And she was extremely, in fact exceptionally, strong in the Force. It was a combination that might make any father at least a little anxious for his Jedi son’s well-being.

  The Shadow was quiet, the air heavy with all the “not talking” that was taking place. The only sound was Vestara’s single, almost inaudible sigh and the occasional sounds of Ben shifting position in his chair as he read and occasionally cross-referenced data.

  The sudden noise alerting them to an incoming message therefore sounded especially loud. No one actually jumped, but a sense of surprise rippled through them all. Luke glanced at the screen and frowned slightly. Three words flashed.

  VESTARA KHAI. PERSONAL.

  As far as Luke was concerned, they might as well have been EMERGENCY. INCOMING ATTACK.

  “Who’s it from, Dad?”

  “I don’t know. But it’s for our guest. Do you know who might want to contact you, Vestara?”

  Vestara actually looked surprised. Luke felt the faintest flicker of worry, like an echo of a whisper, in the Force. “I’ve no idea,” and it sounded genuine. “Is there a place where I can—”

  “I can’t let you receive a private message, especially from someone who won’t identify him- or herself,” Luke said matter-of-factly.

  Vestara nodded. “Of course not. If I were in your position, I would take similar precautions.”

  Luke flipped a switch. “This is the Jade Shadow to the anonymous sender of the previous message directed at Vestara Khai. You must understand I cannot permit her to receive a private missive.”

  There was a long silence. Luke could feel young ears straining. Then another message appeared, addressed to LUKE SKYWALKER.

  THE MESSAGE MAY BE PUBLICLY VIEWED.

  “Well, a reasonable Sith, what next,” Luke muttered, and touched another button on the console.

  A small holographic figure took shape. It was a human male, wearing the traditional Sith black robes. A lightsaber of antique-looking design was clipped to his belt. His long dark hair was pulled up in a topknot. His face was chiseled and handsome.

  Vestara’s startled gasp revealed her feelings, but the Force did so eve
n more prominently. There was a rush of warm, affectionate feelings, quickly clamped down, as if a lid had been put on a pot. Luke’s eyes flickered to the girl, then back to the hologram. Both images appeared to be trying hard not to smile, although Vestara often looked as though she were smiling when she wasn’t due to the little scar on her mouth.

  “Daughter. You are well.”

  Star Wars: Lost Tribe of the Sith #4: Savior is a work of fiction. Names, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

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  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four