The Crystal Star: Star Wars Legends

Chapter 1
 
The children had been kidnapped.
 
Leia ran headlong toward the glade, leaving behind the courtiers and the chamberlain of Munto Codru, leaving her attendants, leaving the young page who—completely against protocol—had stumbled into Leia’s receiving room, bleeding from nose and ears, incoherent.
 
But Leia understood her: Jaina and Jacen and Anakin had been stolen.
 
Leia ran, now, through the trees and down a soft mossy path that led into her children’s playground. Jaina imagined the path was a starship course, set to hyperspace. Jacen pretended it was a great mysterious road, a river. Anakin, going through a literal phase, insisted that it was only a path through the forest to the meadow.
 
The children loved the forest and the meadow, and Leia loved exclaiming in wonder at the treasures they brought her: a squirmy bug, a stone with shiny bits trapped in its matrix—rare jewels, perhaps!—or the fragments of an eggshell.
 
Her vision blurred with tears. Her soft slipper snared in the tangled moss. She stumbled, caught herself, and plunged onward, holding the skirts of her court robe high.
 
In the old days, she thought, in the old days, I’d be wearing boots and trousers, I wouldn’t be hampered and tripped by my own clothing!
 
Her breath burned in her throat.
 
And I’d be able to run from my receiving room to the forest glade without losing my breath!
 
The green afternoon light shifted and fluttered around her. Before her, the light brightened where the forest opened into a water-meadow, the meadow where her children had been playing.
 
Leia ran toward it, gasping, her legs heavy.
 
She was running toward an absence, not a presence, toward a terrible void.
 
She cried out to herself, How could this happen? How is this possible?
 
The answer—the only way it could be possible—terrified her. For a short time, her ability to sense the presence of her children had been neutralized. Only a manipulation of the Force could have such an effect.
 
Leia reached the meadow. She ran toward the creek where Jaina and Jacen had splashed and played and taught little Anakin to swim.
 
A crater was ripped into the soft grass. The leafy blades had been flattened into a circle around the raw patch of empty dirt.
 
A pressure bomb! Leia thought in horror.
 
A pressure bomb had gone off, near her children.
 
They aren’t dead! she told herself. They can’t be, I’d know if they were dead!
 
At the edge of the blast area, Chewbacca lay sprawled in a heap. Blood flowed bright against his chestnut coat.
 
Leia fell to her knees beside him, oblivious to the mud. She feared he was dead—but he was still bleeding, still breathing. She pressed her hand against the deep gash in his leg, desperate to stop the flow of blood and save his life. His powerful pulse drove the blood from his body. Like the page, he also bled from ears and nostrils.
 
A dreadful, grieving, keening sound escaped him, not a groan of pain but a cry of rage and remorse.
 
“Lie still!” Leia said. “Chewbacca, lie still! The doctor is coming, you’ll be all right, what happened, oh, what happened?”
 
He cried out again, and Leia understood that he felt such despair that he wanted to die. He had adopted her family as his own, his Honor Family, and he had failed to protect the children.
 
“You can’t die!” He must live, she thought. He must. Only he can tell me who stole my children. “Come back! Come back to me!”
 
Her aides and the chamberlain hurried out of the forest, trampling the delicate high grass, exclaiming in outrage when the slender blades cut them. Leia’s children had wandered the meadow at liberty, neither leaving footprints nor receiving any harm. The grass parted before them like magic.
 
Magic, for my magic children, Leia thought. I thought I had protected them, I thought they could never come to any harm.
 
Hot tears ran down her cheeks.
 
The courtiers and advisers and guards gathered around her.
 
“Madam, madam,” said the chamberlain of Munto Codru. Out here in the wild sun and the wind, Mr. Iyon’s face was flushed and he looked uncomfortable.
 
“Did you bring the doctor?” Leia cried. “Get the doctor!”
 
“I sent for her, madam.”
 
Mr. Iyon tried to make her get up, tried to take over staunching the flow of blood from Chewbacca’s wound, but she pushed him away with a sharp word. Chewbacca’s pulse faltered. Leia feared he was failing.
 
You will not die, she thought. You must not die. I won’t let you die!
 
She drew on her inadequate knowledge to strengthen him. She bitterly regretted the responsibilities of statecraft that had prevented her from being properly trained in the ways of the Force.
 
Leia knew that if she allowed Chewbacca’s hot blood to gush past her hands, his life, too, would stream away.
 
The doctor ran across the field. Her wyrwulf loped behind her, carrying her equipment and supplies. The doctor’s wyrwulf reminded her that Mr. Iyon’s wyrwulf had been playing with her children.
 
It had disappeared as well.
 
Dr. Hyos knelt beside Leia. She observed Chewbacca’s wound and Leia’s first aid with a glance. “Ah,” she said briskly. “Good work.”
 
“Come away, now, Princess,” the chamberlain said.
 
“Not yet!” Dr. Hyos exclaimed. “I have only four hands, after all. The princess is quite all right where she is.”
 
The wyrwulf sat on its haunches between Leia and Dr. Hyos. Leia shuddered. The wyrwulf turned its massive head, slowly, gently, staring at her with great limpid liquid blue eyes. Its coat was thick and brown, with long coarse black guard hairs.
 
The doctor’s wyrwulf panted and slavered, its tongue lolling over its pitted fangs. Its face was grotesque. Its hot bitter breath made Leia flinch.
 
Dr. Hyos’s four hands, so languid at rest, moved quickly over the panniers strapped to the wyrwulf’s sides.
 
“Do you see what I am doing, my dear?” she said softly. “The bleeding is most important. Our princess has stopped it.”
 
The doctor spoke to the wyrwulf, explaining everything she did.
 
Dr. Hyos drew pressure bandages from one compartment as she chose the proper medicine from another. Always, she told the wyrwulf what she was doing. Her long gold fingers were deft and sure.
 
Leia allowed herself a moment of hope, even with her hands covered with Chewbacca’s hot blood. He had closed his eyes; he had stopped moving.
 
“As the bandage seals itself, my princess,” Dr. Hyos said, “move your hand from the wound.”
 
Leia obeyed. Dr. Hyos pressed the bandage to Chewbacca’s flank. The bandage pressed itself against Leia’s hand, clasped itself to Chewbacca, and wound its connectors through his fur. The wyrwulf watched, its tongue lolling.
 
Leia sat back on her heels. Her hands were sticky and her robes were smeared and she viewed everything in the clarity of horrified belief.
 
Dr. Hyos examined Chewbacca, frowning over the drying streaks of blood that had trickled from his nose and ears.
 
“Pressure bomb …” she said.
 
Leia remembered, as if from a distant dream, the sound of a single clap of thunder. She had thought—her thoughts had been so slow—that the morning must have turned from fair to rain; she had thought, fondly, that Chewbacca would soon bring the twins and Anakin in from the meadow. She could take a moment from her duties to cuddle them, to admire their newest treasures, to see that they had their lunch.
 
Now it was mid-afternoon. How could it be so late in the day, when such a short time ago it had not yet been lunchtime?
 
“Madam—” Chamberlain Iyon said. But he did not try again to make Leia come away.
 
“Close the port,” Leia said. “Block the roads. Can the page be questioned? Check the port controller—is there any chance the kidnappers have left the planet?”
 
As she spoke, she feared any measures she might take would be useless, and if not useless, too late.
 
But if they’ve fled, she thought, I could chase them in Alderaan. I could catch them, my little ship can catch anything—
 
“Madam, closing the port would not be wise.”
 
She glared at him, instantly suspicious of a man she had trusted only a moment before.
 
“They took your—” She hesitated, unsure what to say.
 
“My wyrwulf, madam,” he said. “Yes.”
 
“Your wyrwulf. Don’t you care?”
 
“I care very much, madam. And I understand our traditions, which you—I beg your pardon—do not. Closing the spaceport is unnecessary.”
 
“The kidnappers will try to escape Munto Codru,” she said.
 
Mr. Iyon spread his four hands.
 
“They will not. There are traditions,” he said. “If we follow them, nothing will happen to the children—that too is the tradition.”
 
Leia knew of Munto Codru’s traditions of abduction and ransom. That was why Chewbacca had been staying so close to the children. That was why extra security surrounded and guarded the ancient castle. For the people of Munto Codru, coup abduction was an important and traditional political sport.
 
It was a sport in which Leia did not care to participate.
 
“It’s a most audacious abduction,” the chamberlain said.
 
“And a cruel one!” Leia said. “Chewbacca is wounded! And the pressure bomb—my children—” She fought for control of her voice and of her fear.
 
“The coup-counters detonated a pressure bomb only to prove that they could, madam,” Mr. Iyon said.
 
“But no one is supposed to be injured, during your coup abductions!”
 
“No one of noble birth, Princess Leia,” he said.
 
“My title is ‘Chief of State,’ sir,” she said angrily. “Not ‘Princess.’ Not any longer. The world where I was a princess is long destroyed. We live in a Republic, now.”
 
“I know it, madam. Please forgive our old-fashioned ways.”
 
“They must know they haven’t a hope,” Leia said. “Of receiving a ransom, of escape. And if they should …” She could not bring herself to say the word harm.
 
“Please allow me to advise you in this matter,” the chamberlain said. He leaned toward her, intense. “If you apply the rules of the Republic, disaster—tragedy—will be the result.”
 
“The ransomers,” Dr. Hyos said, with every evidence of approval, “must be very brave. But young and inexperienced as well. The family … which would it be?” She glanced at Mr. Iyon. “The Sibiu, perhaps?”
 
“They have insufficient resources,” the chamberlain said.
 
Whoever it was, Leia thought, needed only the resources of the Force. The dark side of the Force.
 
Mr. Iyon gestured to the broken ground, to Chewbacca. “This required a skiff, a tractor beam. Connections with arms smugglers, to obtain the pressure bomb.”
 
“Ah. The Temebiu, then.”
 
“It could be,” the chamberlain said. “They are ambitious.”
 
“I’ll show them ambition,” Leia muttered.
 
“Madam, please. Your children will not be harmed—cannot be harmed, for the ransomers to achieve their goals. They may look upon the event as a great adventure—”
 
“Our friend Chewbacca has been wounded nearly to death!” Leia cried. “My children will not find that amusing. Nor do I!”
 
“It is a shame,” the chamberlain said. “Perhaps he did not comprehend the information on our traditions? He was meant to surrender.”
 
“Close the port,” Leia said again, her voice tight. She was too angry to respond to the chamberlain’s comment. “I won’t take any chances that they’ll leave Munto Codru.”
 
“Very well,” Mr. Iyon said. “It is possible … but we must do it carefully. We must do it … in a way to amuse rather than offend …” His voice trailed off thoughtfully.
 
Dr. Hyos checked Chewbacca’s pulse at the large vein the wound had come so close to piercing. “Stable. There. Good. To the surgery with you.”
 
Chewbacca, barely conscious, gazed at Leia with uncomprehending eyes.
 
“Battlefield medicine,” Dr. Hyos said. “Haven’t done any in a long time. Didn’t think I’d ever have to see a battlefield again.”
 
“Neither did I,” Leia said.
 
The wyrwulf howled.