Star Wars: The Last of the Jedi #1: The Desperate Mission
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After the events of Episode III, Obi-Wan Kenobi finds himself adrift in the galaxy . . . with Darth Vader on his trail.
be held in one of the back rooms. He passed a harried-looking medic. "Laundry goes that way," the medic said brusquely, pointing to a set of double doors. Inside was a large utility closet. Obi-Wan put the laundry bundle down, then quickly stepped out of his coveralls and stuffed them into a trash bin. He took a med tunic off the shelf and slipped it on. Then he walked out into the corridor again. No one stopped him this time as he continued down past a desk full of medics entering information
purposes of torture." Obi-Wan couldn't believe it. He knew Dr. Antin was afraid; he could feel her fear. Yet she was combating Malorum, refusing to back down. He felt the rumble of Malorum's anger. "Enough. You have trespassed on my good nature, Dr. Antin." He could visualize Dr. Antin's raised eyebrow when she heard "good nature." "You are on dangerous ground. We know you have ties to the Eleven." "That is untrue." "You treated one of them." "I am here to serve the sick." "You have a
get you out of here." "I can get myself out." "No, they have the place in lockdown. I have a way." "He threatened your son." The color had drained from her face. Her lips were almost white as she said, "Yes. That was his mistake. Before, I tried to be neutral. I am no longer." She glanced at the med couch. "And we must take Roan." "Take him where?" "To your safe house, of course. To the Eleven." Obi-Wan only hoped that Dr. Antin knew the way. CHAPTER SEVEN With the help of Obi-Wan, Dr.
barely opened their doors when she'd walked in the door. She'd collected evidence against her employer for three months, as soon as she'd found out he was cutting corners on a vaccine for children that could be tainted. She was ready to take it to the authorities, but she knew she would not only be fired but could possibly be a target of assassination. Ferus and Roan had thought she'd been exaggerating, but they'd taken her on. She had been right. The government of her homeworld had been involved
predict when or how, but he knew beings like Ferus would be a part of it. When he had told Ferus that attachments could be a source of strength, he had been speaking for himself, too. The tug that had brought him to Ferus's side had been more than a concern for Luke. It had reconnected him to something he had lost. He had spent so many months thinking of the dead. Dreaming of them. Now it was time to join the living. That was why watching over Luke was so crucial. That was why he couldn't lose