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The Jedi who had an interest rotated their service, and they were all willing to sneak a growing youngling a treat at any time of
day or night. Now it was more or less intact, but, like most of the places he’d seen, strewn with debris and blackened by smoke. An attempt had been made in one corner to restore its
function. He could see that the stove was working and a table had been cleared and set up for dining....
    The Force surged, a warning, only a half second before he heard the door open.
    He really had to work on his Force connection. What was the use of a warning if suddenly twenty stormtroopers appeared in your face?
    “Whoa!” Trever dived to the floor as blaster fire streaked through the air. Ferus’s lightsaber danced, deflecting the bolts.
    He spoke urgently under the cover of the noise. “There’s another exit by the stoves. Go, now!” He barked out the order, and Trever took off, running in a crazy pattern that
made it hard for the stormtroopers to get a fix on him. Ferus retreated, keeping his lightsaber moving, and thinking, as a Jedi would, three steps ahead.
    They would follow him into the corridor. He wouldn’t be able to lose them, not there. But the library was close by, half-demolished. There would be more cover there. If he could get to the
second level of the library, he could get out the back door, and from there...from there...
    Where?
    The answer came to him. Yoda’s private quarters. Now Malorum’s office.
    Malorum was away. It would be empty and quiet. And from there they could access files, maybe find a way to get out that they hadn’t considered. And he could find out what Malorum was up
to. The stormtroopers would never think someone would be stupid enough to hide in the main Inquisitor’s private office.
    The only problem was, he would have to go through too much of the main hallway to get there. They’d be spotted.
    Ferus’s mind cleared, and he recalled walking into the Room of a Thousand Fountains. The water system had been destroyed, the upper canopy that had duplicated the sky was tattered and
half-falling. Once, that canopy had changed color throughout the day, shading from the pinks of dawn to the deep purple of dusk, as a lighting system mimicked the passage of the sun. Now the
damaged canopy revealed the network of catwalks overhead that serviced the laserlights...
    ...and connected to the power conduit tunnel that ran in the walls. Smaller than the service tunnels, but built so that a service person could squeeze in to work on the circuits at any
point.
    Trever waited for him in the corridor. Ferus was a few seconds ahead of the stormtrooper squad. He dashed down the hall. He had no doubt that the officer in charge was calling for backup. Soon
the hallways would be flooded with troops.
    The stormtroopers burst into the hallway just as they scooted around the corner. Blaster bolts ripped into the walls, sending chunks of stone falling on them like rain.
    “This way.”
    More blaster bolts shuddered down the hallway. They were shooting just to shoot now, even though Ferus and Trever were out of range. It was an Imperial tactic he remembered from his time in the
Bellassan resistance—shoot to intimidate as well as kill. Why not? The Imperials didn’t lack ammunition, and they didn’t care about the physical destruction of property.
    The door to the main hallway was jammed. Ferus leaped at it, using both feet and the Force. The door burst open, and he and Trever charged through. With a lift of his hand, he closed it behind
them with the Force. Instantly it was torn apart by weapons fire.
    Ferus darted out and across the hallway, down a short flight of stairs, and turned off with Trever at his heels. He pushed open the heavy doors to the library.
    He told himself not to pause for even a moment to grieve again over the lost treasures here, not to notice as he kicked through the rubble left by the broken statues that had been the likenesses
of the great Jedi