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pry the Hutt‘s fingers from his throat long enough to gasp a breath. He stared into the cruel, blank eyes of the Hutt, trying to summon his Force powers.
    ―Leave me alone,‖ Obi-Wan gasped, struggling to breathe. He let the Force carry the command to the Hutt, to batter his will, change his mind. This was not like fighting another student. He sensed a cruelty without conscience. There were no rules here, no Yoda to call off the fight.
    ―Leave you alone? Why?‖ the Hutt roared with cruel amusement.
    I‘m getting off to a good start, Obi-Wan thought despairingly.
    him.
    ?The last thing he remembered was the Hutt‘s fist coming straight at

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Chapter 7
    Obi-wan woke on a cot in a warm, well-lit room. His vision was blurry, and his head swam. A medical droid leaned over him, applying flesh glue to his cuts, checking for broken bones.
    A young Human woman with reddish-brown hair and green eyes stood across the room, watching him. ―Didn‘t anyone ever tell you not to tangle with a Hutt?‖ she asked.
    Obi-Wan tried to shake his head, but even a tiny movement rocked him with pain.
    He took a long breath. He called on his Jedi training to accept the pain as a signal his body was sending. He had to accept the pain, respect
    it, not fight it. Then he‘d have to ask his body to begin to heal.
    Once he‘d centered his mind, the pain seemed to ease. He turned to
    the woman.
    ―I didn‘t seem to have a choice.‖
    ―I know what you mean.‖ The woman flashed him a brief grin. ―Well,
    you survived. That‘s something.‖ She walked closer to his bedside.
    ―You‘re lucky I found you when I did. You‘re not one of ours.‖
    ―Ours?‖ Obi-Wan asked. He squinted at her. She wore an orange worksuit with a green triangle on it.
    ―We‘re the Arcona Mineral Harvest Corporation,‖ the woman responded. ―If you don‘t work for us, why did the Offworlders beat you?‖
    Obi-Wan tried to shrug, but pain shot through his shoulder. Sometimes it was hard to respect his body‘s signal. ―You tell me. I was only looking for my cabin.‖
    ―You‘re a though one,‖ the woman said cheerfully. ―Not everybody could withstand a pounding by a Hutt. Did you come on board looking for a job? We could use you at Arcona Harvest. I‘m Clat‘Ha, chief operations
    manager.‖ She looked young to be running a mining operation – perhaps
    twenty-five.
    ―Have a job,‖ Obi-Wan said, trying to feel his mouth with his tongue. He was relieved that all his teeth were still in. ―I‘m Obi-Wan Kenobi. I‘m with the Agricultural Corps.‖
    Clat‘Ha‘s mouth fell open. ―You‘re the young Jedi? The ship‘s crew has been looking everywhere for you.‖
    He tried to sit up, but Clat‘Ha briskly pushed him back. ―Stay down. You‘re not ready to get up yet.‖
    He laid back and Clat‘Ha withdrew. ―Good luck to you, Obi-Wan Kenobi,‖ she said. ―Watch yourself. You‘ve stepped into the middle of a war. You‘re lucky to be alive. You may not be so lucky next time.‖ She
    turned to leave, but Obi-Wan touched her hand.
    ―Wait,‖ he said. ―I don‘t understand. What war? Who‘s fighting?‖
    ―Offworld‘s war,‖ Clat‘Ha answered. ―You must have heard of them.‖
    Obi-Wan shook his head. How could he explain that he‘d lived his whole life in the Jedi Temple? He knew more about the ways of the Force than the ways of the universe.
    ―Offworld is one of the oldest and richest mining companies in the galaxy,‖ Clat‘Ha told him. ―And they didn‘t get that way by letting others compete with them. Miners who get in their way tend to die.‖
    ―Who‘s their leader?‖ Obi-Wan asked.
    ―No one knows who owns Offworld,‖ Clat‘Ha said. ―Someone who has been around for centuries, probably. And I‘m not even sure that we could prove he or she is responsible for the murders. But the leader on this
    ship going to Bandomeer is a particularly ruthless Hutt by the name