Clone Wars Gambit: Siege (Star Wars: The Clone Wars, Book 5)
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On the Outer Rim, the planet Lanteeb has no strategic value, no political power, and one enormous problem: It has been invaded by an emboldened Separatist Alliance. To find out why, Jedi Knights Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi have snuck onto Lanteeb--and now look oblivion in the eye. . . .
Hiding their lightsabers beneath their dusty disguises, Anakin and Obi-Wan draw on their Jedi skills to stay one step ahead of Lok Durd's droid army on Lanteeb. The Jedi know that a captive scientist has given Durd the keys to a terrifying bioweapon. Durd knows that the Jedi are on his planet. With Yoda calling on the powers of the Jedi Council, with a new Separatist technology jamming the Guardians' communications, and with a traitor at the heart of the Republic's government, the wheels of war are turning. But the Separatists have blockaded Lanteeb. The finishing touches are being put on a weapon to destroy whole worlds. And it will be up to the two Jedi Knights and their most trusted comrades to liberate Lanteeb or forever suffer the consequences.
Teeb Markl, then Torbel is not the village for you. You and your cousin can find another—” “No, no,” said Obi-Wan hastily. “Teeb Rikkard, you mustn’t have a care for Markl. His tongue rattles. Of course you’re mining the damotite. Your people must eat. We have no quarrel with that. We have no quarrel with you.” He turned. “For shame, cousin, when these good people gave us shelter.” Blinking, Anakin stared at him. “I’m sorry, Yavid, I—” Obi-Wan cuffed the back of his head. “Don’t apologize to
the truth?” Rikkard whispered. “No lie? That’s why the government wants our damotite good as raw?” “That’s why,” said Anakin. “Will you help us, Rikkard?” “Why ask?” Jaklin said roughly. “Why not bend our minds? That’s what Jedi do, isn’t it?” Obi-Wan hesitated. “If we have to. But we’d rather not. Jaklin, please. We aren’t your enemy. Anakin could have died tonight, holding back the storm. Is that the act of a monster?” Arms folded, Jaklin stared at the ground. Anger and fear muddied her
including the buzzing flock of mosquitoes, at a rough head count there were three hundred of them, heavily armed. By some miracle they hadn’t fired a shot for nearly ten minutes. Since most droids lacked initiative, probably they were waiting for further instructions. At least the storm shield had been down long enough for the air to clear, which meant no more breathing toxic smoke. But aside from that … Every time I think we can’t get ourselves into worse trouble, we do. Obi-Wan can’t believe
Doctor Netzl know what’s happened?” Oh, mercy. “I don’t know. Master Yoda might’ve told him. Otherwise … probably not. He doesn’t set foot outside that lab. I’ll have to tell him.” He felt his belly churn. Tryn is going to blame himself. “So—delay that Security Committee meeting by half an hour.” “Of course, sir,” said Minala. And then her cool professionalism wavered again. “Senator, does this mean Master Kenobi is dead?” It better not. “I don’t know that, either. And I don’t want to jump to
unfortunate business drive.” “Politicians don’t tell the Jedi what to do, Master Yoda. And smart politicians take our advice even if they don’t always understand our reasons. That’s how it’s worked for a thousand years and for a thousand years it’s worked just fine.” Mace snorted. “Palpatine should be more worried about offending us than Kothlis. We’re the ones keeping the Republic together.” And that was true, too, though he wouldn’t phrase it quite that way to the Supreme Chancellor. “Go to