"Wait." Obi-Wan's voice was a command.

"Wait?" Floria's voice rose. "For what? To get killed?"

"I feel a surge in the Force," Obi-wan said.

"You feel a what in the what?" Floria's head whipped from Obi-Wan to Anakin.

An explosion outside almost threw Obi-Wan to the floor. Floria screamed and gripped her chair. "Please, let's take off!"

Obi-Wan gripped the console, concentrating, as though there were no blasters, no explosions outside. And now Anakin could feel it. Too. The dark side surged. He had been too intent on leaving, on Floria's panic, on the blaster fire. This was something he had to learn. His connection to the Force was strong, but sometimes it got crowded out by mor immediate things. Obi-Wan was able to hold everything in his mind at once.

Obi-Wan dropped to his knees. Floria looked down at him as though he were crazy.

"Is he afraid?" she whispered to Anakin. "I don't blame him! Let's take off!"

"Wait." Anakin watched Obi-Wan. He knew now that the darkness was inside the ship, not outside it.

"I found it." Obi-Wan's voice was muffled, and Anakin has to strain to hear over the sound of the blaster fire.

Obi-Wan raise his head , then stood. He held a black box in his hand, "A sleeper bomb. If we had taken off, we would have been blown out of the sky."