The Rising Force by Dave Wolverton

droid. The door hissed closed behind them.
    Qui-Gon eased himself into a chair. Obi-Wan waited for him the speak or acknowledge his presence.
    Qui-Gon‘s blue gaze studied Obi-Wan keenly for a moment. ―Obi-Wan,
    when you accelerated the ship, what thoughts did you have?‖
    ―Thoughts?‖ Obi-Wan asked doubtfully. ―I wasn‘t thinking about much of anything. I was afraid of the pirates, and I just knew I had to get away fast.‖
    He was too exhausted to care too much about giving the wrong answer. Better just to speak the blunt truth. Qui-Gon would approve of his actions or not. He was tired of trying to please him.
    ―So you didn‘t think about the fact that you would tear the ships from the docking bays and kill hundreds of pirates in the process?‖ Qui- Gon asked in a neutral tone.
    ―I didn‘t think about what I was doing,‖ Obi-Wan replied. ―The
    Force led me.‖
    ―Were you frightened? Angry?‖
    ―Both,‖ Obi-Wan admitted. ―I . . . fired on the pirates. I killed, but I didn‘t do it in anger. I did it to save lives.‖
    Qui-Gon nodded, just the smallest of movements. ―I see.‖ It was the answer Qui-Gon had been looking for. It demonstrated that Obi-Wan was growing stronger in the ways of the Force.
    Yet Qui-Gon felt strangely dissatisfied. He tested his heart. Had he actually wanted the boy to fail his test? That would be a grave flaw for a Jedi.
    But he couldn‘t help himself. True, Obi-Wan had not let him down. He had bravely accepted the task of piloting the ship. Hundreds of lives had been in his hands, and he had not hesitated. He had done honor to his training.
    Why was it so hard for Qui-Gon to trust him still?
    Because I trusted another. I trusted Xanatos completely, and disaster was the result.
    The sense of loss was so great that even now Qui-Gon felt it like a living wound. He‘d rather have taken a dozen blows from the pirate chieftain‘s vibro-ax than to ever feel such loss and pain again.
    Obi-Wan stood before Qui-Gon, confused. He was tired he was almost weaving on his feet. Had he answered badly ot well? He didn‘t know. All he could sense was a struggle in Qui-Gon that he didn‘t understand. They
    had worked together to save the ship. A bond should have formed between
    them. But Obi-Wan felt they were farther apart than ever.
    Should he speak? Perhaps if he asked Qui-Gon what he was thinking, the Jedi would tell him.
    But before Obi-Wan could raise his nerve, a vicious pounding sounded at the door. Obi-Wan hurried to open it.
    Si Treemba rushed in. The Arconan was out of breath, panting.
    ―What‘s wrong?‖ Qui-Gon asked. He stood and tenderly stretched his shoulder, to see how well the glue had set.
    ―Please come quickly,‖ Si Treemba panted. ―Jemba the Hutt has stolen our dactyl!‖

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Chapter 15
    ―You won‘t get away with this,‖ Qui-Gon warned Jemba the Hutt. He spoke calmly.
    Behind Qui-Gon, dozens of Arconans stood silent. Obi-Wan stood among them, watching the Jedi‘s back Qui-Gon was sorely wounded, and seemed on the verge of collapse.
    Jemba shook in amusement like a giant grey worm. ―What can you do, puny Jedi?‖ he boomed gleefully. ―No one can stop the great Jemba! You Arconans were too frightened to face the pirates. They hid, while my men
    fought and died. Soon these cowards will be my slaves!‖
    Jemba and his men had taken over the Arconans‘ lounge. A wall of Offworld miners – Hutts, Whiphids, Humans, and droids – backed Jemba. The Offworlders stood ready for battle. Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, and Arconans stared
    down the barrels of at least thirty blasters. Some of the Offworld thugs also held shields and wore armor. Jemba‘s men obviously held more than just the Arconans‘ dactyl.
    They held most of the ship‘s weapons.
    Obi-wan felt outraged. Beside him, Clat‘Ha was livid. She held her hands down loosely, ready to draw her weapon. But she and the Arconans were greatly outgunned.
    ―It is not