"Michael Stackpole "The Bacta War"" - читать интересную книгу автора

"I can understand that." Mirax's voice softened. "And it kind of bothers you
that your father never told you who your grandfather really was, doesn't it?"
Corran thought for a second, then nodded. "I guess it does, but not in the sense
that I would have expected. Part of me thinks I should feel betrayed because he
kept that secret from me, but I don't, really. In keeping it from me, he kept me
safe. What I didn't know I couldn't reveal. I still don't know if Grandpa Horn
helped other Corellian Jedi families hide, but if one had been found out, more
could have been discovered. And my father really did try to instill in me the
code of honor the Jedi espoused. He also taught me to trust my instincts and
hunches, which are glimmers of whatever talent I have.
"Where it bothers me is that, knowing my father, he had to have been
inordinately proud of our heritage. He must have wanted to share it with me and
would have, I suspect, after the Emperor died, but Bossk killed him before that
hap-pened. I would have thought he'd have come up with a way to get me the
information if anything happened to him."
"What about your grandfather, Rostek Horn?"
"He's on Corellia, under the Diktat. I haven't had a chance to communicate with
him. Perhaps when this is all
over, that's an option. Still, I would have liked to hear my father talk about
his father."
Whistler tootled.
Corran glanced at his monitor. "Whistler, what do you mean by 'All you have to
do is ask'?"
The droid hooted at him.
"Okay, so the statement is self-explanatory. What will happen if I ask?"
Whistler piped a triumphant tune.
"What's Whistler saying, Corran?"
"Just a second, Mirax." Corran reached out and ran a finger beneath the letters
glowing on his monitor. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised, but I am. My father
encrypted a ho-lographic file and loaded it into Whistler. Apparently he did
this back when I joined CorSec-though Whistler says the message was recorded
well before that-in case anything hap-pened to him. Whistler says he was
instructed to play the file for me at any point where I asked about it and could
provide the encryption key. I'm going to assume the key is either Nejaa Halcyon
or my father's true name, Valin Halcyon."
Even as Corran explained to Mirax what the droid was telling him, a chill
puckered his flesh. He felt as if his father were reaching back out of the grave
to touch him, and he marveled how his father had anticipated Corran's eventually
learning enough about his heritage to find the file of value. Before he had ever
heard of Nejaa Halcyon, Corran would have put his father's foresight down to
luck or even coinci-dence, but he knew the Jedi believed in neither. My father
knew that someday I would want this information, so he prepared a way for me to
get it.
That realization opened a whole new den of Hutts, with every one of them a
criminal kingpin. He thought of Luke Skywalker's invitation to join him and
train to become a Jedi Knight. Did my father create this file in hopes that I
would do just that? Because the file had been created well before the Jedi's
reemergence had been confirmed, Corran knew his fa-ther couldn't have
anticipated the Jedi's invitation to him. Or could he? Regardless of that, had
his father intended his mes-sage to inspire Corran to learn more about his