Star Wars - Lost Tribe of the Sith 04 - Savior

father’s age before things started going right for him on any basis other than what appeared to be happy accidents.
    Then he wondered if he’d be older than his dad.
    True, he’d had a couple of uneventful years after the war. But then his father got arrested and exiled for a decade. Jedi who had spent formative years on Shelter in the Maw—and yes, Ben was among that number, how reassuring was
that
little fact—started going crazy. Ben and Luke had learned about some creepily powerful being with dark slithery mental tendrils of
need
who was probably responsible for the crazy Jedi, and had been going to pay her a visit inside the Maw when they abducted a Sith. One that was definitely easy on the eyes, but who was nonetheless a Sith, from a whole planetload of them, no less. A Sith who was still with them right now, standing and smirking at them while nearly a dozen frigates crammed with her pals surrounded them.
    Yeah. He would
definitely
be older than his dad.
    Luke had followed the instructions given by the unnamed, unseen Sith commander of the
Black Wave
,placing the
Shadow
in orbit around Dathomir. There was no other choice, not with eleven ChaseMaster frigates ready to open fire.
    “A wise decision,” Vestara said. “I’m fond of my own life, so I’m glad you’re cooperating, but if you had attempted to flee they most certainly would have destroyed you.”
    Luke eyed her thoughtfully. Clearly, he wasn’t so sure.
    “So,” Ben continued, “what are they going to do with us? Are we going to be the main attraction at some kind of Sith ritual party?”
    “I’ve no idea,” Vestara said. She might be lying through her teeth. She might be telling the truth. Ben simply couldn’t be sure.
    “Your cooperation is appreciated, Master Skywalker,” came the voice that had first hailed them. Ben and Luke exchanged puzzled glances. Of course Vestara had told them who was holding her captive, but why the courtesy and respectful title?
    “I am High Lord Sarasu Taalon, commander of this force,” the voice continued. “Your reputation precedes you. We have studied you, and your son, a great deal.”
    “I wish I could say the same,” Luke said. “I know nothing about you and your people, High Lord Taalon.”
    “No, you don’t. But I am prepared for that to change … somewhat. Your vessel carries a Z-95 Headhunter.”
    “It does,” Luke said. “I presume you’re about to ask me to come over to your flagship and chat over a nice glass of something.”
    “You and Vestara, yes,” Taalon said. “You will have to turn her back over to us, of course. But there is no reason we can’t be civilized about this.”
    “No thanks,” Luke said. “Anything you have to say to me can be said at a distance. Vestara isn’t the worstcompanion I’ve ever traveled with. I think I’ll let her stay here with us for a while longer.”
    Ben looked again at the Sith girl. His father was right. She
wasn’t
the worst companion he’d ever traveled with.
    “Let us revisit that subject in a moment,” came Taalon’s reply. “As I’m sure you know by now, Apprentice Vestara Khai has done a commendable job of keeping us informed of what has transpired. We are aware that you are having … difficulty with certain Jedi who were fostered inside the Maw. We believe this is due to the intervention of a being known to us as Abeloth, whom Vestara encountered. Many of our own apprentices are displaying the same symptoms as your younger Jedi.”
    “Your younger Sith were in the Maw as well?”
    “No. But such identical displays of aberrant behavior cannot be attributed to anything else.”
    Ben was skeptical. But there was so much they didn’t know yet. His father’s blue eyes met his and he shrugged slightly. It was possible.
    “We are many. You are only two,” Taalon continued. “We have a common cause.”
    “Are—are you proposing a formal alliance?” Luke was so surprised he didn’t even bother to hide it. Ben, too, literally gaped for a moment. Vestara seemed more shocked than any of them, judging by her expression and her feeling in the Force.
    “Precisely.”
    Luke started to laugh. “I’m sorry, but that doesn’t sound like a very Sith thing to say.”
    The voice was cold when Taalon spoke again. “This creature, this … Abeloth … has the audacity to reach out and harm
our
apprentices.
Our
tyros. To toy with the Tribe—the Sith. The insult cannot be borne. It
will
not be borne. We are going into