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  by John Whitman

  source : IRC

  uploaded: 13.II.2006

  PROLOGUE

  In a dark place, it waited.

  It had been waiting for hundreds of years.

  It couldn't move. Not yet. But soon it would be free.

  It could sense living, breathing creatures on the other side of its

  prison. There had not been living, breathing creatures near it for a very long

  time. But now they were close.

  The thing in the prison could almost smell them. Taste them.

  More than anything, it wanted to make contact with them. Come to me, it

  thought. I want to join you. To join all of you. To know you.

  That was the truth. It wanted to know everyone and everything, to join

  every living creature.

  It sensed that what it wanted was moving closer. Soon it would be free!

  But suddenly the creatures moved away. They left without opening its

  tomb, without coming close enough for the imprisoned thing to join them.

  A feeling of disappointment passed through the thing in the prison. But

  the feeling did not last long. The thing's home, its tomb, had been

  discovered. Eventually, someone would open the door. It was patient.

  It could wait.

  CHAPTER 1

  HELLO.

  ANYBODY OUT THERE?

  ANYBODY AT ALL?

  Thirteen-year-old Tash Arranda leaned back and stared at the words on her

  computer screen. She had been using the galaxy-wide communications network

  called the HoloNet. Most people used it to do research. Tash used it to chat

  with anyone else who was as bored and lonely as she was.

  But no one answered.

  Turning away from her computer, Tash looked for something else to do. She

  kept her cabin neat and usually put things away, so there wasn't much in

  sight. But her eyes did find an object she hadn't put away.

  It was a red ball, about the size of her own head, made of a soft,

  flexible material. It was a little heavier than it looked, because there were

  a small computer and an engine built inside.

  It was called a speed globe, and it was one of the few objects Tash

  treasured.

  Speed globe was once Tash's favorite game. In speed globe, two teams

  competed with each other, trying to chase down the fast-moving, computerized

  globe, which was programmed to avoid everyone. Once one team had caught it,

  they had to form a chain, handing the globe from one person to another, until

  they finally bounced it into the goal. The other team would try to stop them.

  Tash wasn't the greatest athlete, so she was never the best player. But

  playing speed globe had been fun. She liked being with her friends, and being

  part of a team.

  Sighing, Tash looked away. She didn't play speed globe anymore.

  Remembering her old friends was just too painful.

  Tash clicked off her computer. She didn't feel like talking to anyone,

  anyway. If that was all she wanted, she could step outside her cabin door. Her

  twelve-year-old brother, Zak, and their uncle Hoole were both with her on

  board their ship, the Shroud. The trouble was that Zak would jabber about the

  latest servo motor he had built, and Uncle Hoole would discuss the populations

  of planets she'd never heard of. They never wanted to talk about the things

  she wanted to talk about.

  Besides, Tash didn't just want company. She wanted to be part of a team,

  like when she'd played speed globe. She wanted to be with friends her own age.

  She wanted to feel connected to something.

  Of course, it was tough to find another thirteen-year old girl who'd lost

  her parents and her friends when her homeworld of Alderaan blew up, been

  adopted by a Shi'ido uncle who was a shape-shifter, and then learned that she

  was sensitive to the power the old Jedi Knights called the Force.

  She scowled at her reflection in the dark computer screen.

  "No moping," she said to herself. "Jedi Knights do not mope."

  Of course, she wasn't even close to being a Jedi Knight. That took years

  of training, and there weren't any Jedi left to teach her. They'd all been

  killed by the Empire. Just the way her parents and friends had been killed.

  There was one person she thought might understand her feelings-a Rebel

  named Luke Skywalker. She'd met him twice, and she'd had the feeling that he

  understood the Force, too. But she had no way to contact him. Knowing that

  Luke was out there somewhere, but unreachable, made the cloud over Tash's head

  grow darker.

  "Aren't you cheerful today," she told her reflection sarcastically. "You

  need something to shake you out of this gloomy mood."

  Suddenly, a voice roared behind her: "Watch out for the hammerhead!"

  She jumped up and spun around, just as something slammed at full speed

  right into her stomach. She cried out in surprise and hit the deck in a pile

  of arms and legs.

  When she sat up, rubbing her stomach, she found Zak beside her, rubbing

  his head. "You okay?" he asked.

  "I think so," Tash replied. "You?"

  "I'm prime," Zak said, grinning. "Your stomach isn't nearly as hard as

  the wall I ran into on the way here."

  "What in space are you doing?" she asked as they got to their feet.

  Zak shrugged. "Uncle Hoole said we had to stop for supplies, and the

  closest planet is Ithor. He mentioned that the Ithorians are also called

  Hammerheads..."

  . so you decided to ram everything on the ship," Tash concluded.

  "Sometimes I can't believe you and I are related."

  Zak pretended to be offended. "It beats boredom."

  And loneliness, Tash thought. "I take it back. We're related after all."

  She added, "Besides, Ithorians are about the last species that would go around

  ramming people in the stomach."

  Zak blinked. "Then why do they call them Hammerheads?"

  "You will see momentarily," said the stony voice of Hoole.

  The tall Shi'ido seemed to materialize out of nowhere. Their uncle moved

  so quietly that he often surprised them. In his long robes, he seemed to float

  across the floor.

  Hoole probably could float across the floor if he wanted to, Tash

  thought.

  "Are we going planetside?" Zak asked.

  "We have already landed," Hoole responded. "I believe you were too busy

  harassing your sister to notice our descent."

  Tash and Zak nearly bolted for the hatch that led outside. They lived

  aboard the Shroud, and any chance to get off the ship was welcome. But Tash's

  common sense caught up with her at the door, and she turned back to her uncle.

  "Is it safe?"

  "You mean, is there a chance the Imperials might be here to arrest us?"

  Hoole replied. "It is unlikely. The Ithorians obey Imperial rules like

  everyone else, but they are not loyal to the Emperor. We should be safe here

  as long as we do not attract too much attention."

  "Gotcha," Zak said as the hatch opened. "We'll just blend right in."

  "You think s
o, huh?" Tash grinned.

  "Sure!" Zak stepped out of the ship and his jaw dropped. "Um... or not."

  An Ithorian waited to greet them. Tash was almost as startled as Zak.

  She'd seen pictures of Ithorians, but this one's unusual appearance still

  surprised her.

  The Ithorian was just under two meters tall and had two arms and two

  legs, but that was about as far as the resemblance to humans went. Its bare

  feet were splayed out and its legs looked like thin tree trunks. And on each

  hand the Ithorian had three long, delicate fingers and one thumb.

  But it was the Ithorian's head that was the most different. Jutting from

  its thick shoulders was a long, curved neck. Its head was a wide, flat bar and

  did, indeed, look just like a hammer.

  The Ithorian had one eye on each side of its head. Those eyes blinked

  slowly at Tash and Zak. "Wwellccoomme."

  Now Tash's jaw dropped. The Ithorian had two mouths, one on each side of

  its head. Both mouths spoke at once, giving the creature an unbelievably deep,

  powerful voice. The sound was unusual, but after a moment, Tash's ears

  adjusted to it.

  "Welcome to the Tafanda Bay," the Ithorian said.

  "Many thanks," Hoole replied, stepping forward. "I am Hoole. This is Tash

  and Zak Arranda."

  The Ithorian nodded solemnly. "I am Fandomar." The Ithorian said the name

  so delicately that Tash guessed it was female despite the low-pitched voice.

  "What brings you to Ithor?"

  Hoole gave few details about himself or the Arrandas. He was a private

  person by nature, but since they had been wanted by the Empire he'd become

  hypercautious. To Fandomar he said only that he was an anthropologist

  traveling with two young students.

  "We need supplies," Hoole added. "May we find them here?"

  Fandomar nodded. "The herd ship should have everything you need."

  Herd ship? Tash wondered. A ship for a herd of what?

  But as she stepped away from the Shroud, Tash realized what Fandomar

  meant. She thought they'd landed on a planet. Instead, they had landed inside

  a gigantic floating city.

  Their ship was in a small docking bay covered by a transparent dome. The

  dome reminded her of the Hologram Fun World, but the Fun World's dome was much

  smaller. The space dock had been built on a higher level, and Tash could look

  down and see the rest of the floating city spread out below. Dozens of other

  domes sprouted around them, connected by bridges and walkways. All the domes

  rested on a giant floating platform that was dozens of kilometers long.

  Rushing to the edge of the dome, Tash looked down. Half a kilometer below

  the city was a forest-covered planet. She could see waterfalls, lakes, and

  tree-covered mountains.

  "It's beautiful," she said. "Why does everyone live up here? If I were

  Ithorian, I'd live right in the middle of those forests."

  Fandomar replied, "No Ithorian would ever set foot on the surface."

  "Really?" Tash asked skeptically, for just then she thought she saw three

  or four figures scurry out of sight on the ground below the hovering city.

  "Then who was that?"

  Fandomar peered down. A deep, musical noise sounded from her twin mouths.

  Then she said, "All Ithorians love the forests. That is why we live in these

  floating cities, which we call herd ships. Living up here, we can make sure

  that no harm is done to the planet. But for some Ithorians, the connection to

  the planet is too strong. The Mother Forest calls to them and they go back.

  They live very simple lives, the way our ancestors did. They have no

  technology, no machines, and no contact with the herd ships. Officially, what

  they do is against the law, but we all understand how hard it is to resist the

  call of the Mother Forest, so they are not punished."

  Fandomar showed Hoole and the Arrandas to their quarters on the herd

  ship. The Ithorians were generous beings who gave free lodging to any visitors

  who needed to stay overnight.

  Zak and Tash stepped into their room. It was small and cozy, with two

  cots, two chairs, and a table. Almost every other surface in the room was

  covered in plants. Plants growing in troughs. Plants growing in buckets.

  Plants sprouting from containers near windows.

  Next to each plant was a small computer display. When touched, the screen

  described the plant, and a computer voice gave information about Ithor.

  Tash studied one display, but Zak ignored the computer and bent down to

  examine a curious-looking plant on the table. It had broad leaves that were

  green at the edges but bright orange and yellow in the center, as if they were

  on fire.

  As Zak reached out to touch one of the leaves, the plant suddenly flicked

  forward and jabbed his hand.

  "Ow!" Zak yelped. "That thing just stung me!" He shoved his finger into

  his mouth.

  "Please do not tease the alleth plant." The computer voice explained,

  "While this sproutling poses no real danger, a full-grown alleth will eat

  small rodents."

  "Now they tell me," Zak grumbled. "I didn't know plants came with

  instructions." He looked at his sister. "Hey, what's with the speed globe?"

  Tash had brought the red globe with her when they left the ship and had

  been tossing it from hand to hand ever since. She was still feeling a little

  lonely, and holding the globe reminded her of better times.

  "I don't know," she said. "You want to play?"

  Zak laughed. "With you? You're terrible!"

  Tash bristled. She wasn't really mad at Zak, but she was in a bad enough

  mood to make him eat his words. "In that case, you shouldn't have anything to

  worry about, Zak. Unless you're afraid I'll win."

  Zak laughed. "You're on. But is there anyplace to play here?"

  Tash shook her head. "Not here. Down there."

  She pointed out the window, toward the edge of the transparent dome, and

  down to the planet's surface.

  The generosity of the Ithorians continued to surprise them. Not only had

  the Hammerheads supplied Hoole, Zak, and Tash with rooms to sleep in, but they

  had also given them access to small ships called skimmers for traveling around

  the giant Tafanda Bay.

  Zak and Tash stood next to one of the small flying ships, but before they

  could climb in, Zak stopped.

  "I'm not sure this is a good idea," he said. "Fandomar said the planet's

  surface was off limits."

  "Don't be such a worry wampa!" Tash replied, tossing the speed globe from

  one hand to the other.

  Zak shook his head. "Since when does my sister break the rules?"

  Tash thought a moment. "Well, I'm not breaking the rules exactly.

  Fandomar said the law wasn't really enforced. Besides, the Ithorians just want

  to make sure no one harms their planet. We'll be careful."

  "I don't know...," Zak said.

  "Come on, Zak," she pleaded. "It's the perfect time. Uncle Hoole's off

  resupplying the Shroud. He won't be back for a couple of hours."

  Zak shook his head. "Okay, but not because I want to see trees. I just

  want to find out what happens when you're the one getting us into trouble."

  They climbed into the skimmer and lifted off.

  For a while,
they cruised around the domes of the Tafanda Bay. It looked

  like any normal city-except that it floated and was nearly covered in the

  plants that grew in and around the buildings.

  Reaching the edge of their dome, Zak and Tash flew through a wide opening

  and out into the open air. Other ships slipped out before and after them, and

  most of those ships flew directly toward another dome. As soon as the other

  ships had passed them, Tash swerved aside and headed for the edge of the

  floating city. Reaching the edge of the platform, she jerked hard on the

  skimmer's control stick, sending the ship into a steep dive toward the

  planet's surface. In moments, they had dropped below the level of the city. As

  they rushed toward the ground, tall trees seemed to reach up to greet them.

  Tash settled the skimmer at the foot of a small hill. A gentle nudge of

  the engines pushed the skimmer under a large, overhanging rock. Hidden in the

  shadows, the skimmer wouldn't be spotted by anyone flying overhead. The spot