Winners and Losers,

Han Solo leaned forward in the pilots seat of the Way-ward Girl. Entering atmosphere, Captain, he said. He watched the systems big, pale sun slip into the great curve of ruddy light at the worlds edge and disap-pear behind the planets limb. Bespins huge, dark nightside loomed up to blot out the stars. Hah checked his sensors. They say Bespins got some big flyin-or should I say, floatin-creatures in its atmosphere, so keep those forward shields at maximum strength.

One-handed, his co-pilot made an adjustment. Whats our ETA to Cloud City, Hah? she asked, a hint of strain in her voice.

Not long now, Han replied reassuringly, as the Girl sliced into the upper atmosphere, swooping over the planets dark pole, lightning far below making ia flickering fog of dim light. ETA twenty-six minutes. We ought to be in Cloud City in time to catch a late dinner.

The sooner the better, she commented, grimacing as she flexed her right arm in its pressure-sling. This thing itches like fury.

Just hang on, Jadonna, Han said. Well get you straight to the reed-facility. She nodded. Hey, Han, no complaints from me. Youve done great. Ill just be glad to get this arm into bacta.

Han shook his head. Ripped cartilage and liga-ments... thats gotta hurt, he said. But Cloud Citys sure to have adequate meds.

She nodded. Oh, they do. Its quite a place, Han.

Youll see.

Jadonna Ve10z was a short, stocky, dark-skinned woman with long, straight black hair. Han had met her two days ago, after shed advertised from Alderaan on the spacer-nets for a pilot to fly her ship to Bespin. Velozs arm had been injured when it was struck by a malfunctioning anti-grav loader, but, determined to meet her tight shipping deadline, shed postponed real treatment until she delivered her cargo.

After paying Hans passage from CoreIlia on a fast shuttle to Alderaan, hed taken over as pilot, and brought them to Bespin right on schedule.

The Wayward Girl was through the wispy exosphere now, and plunging deeper, moving toward the evening twilight, blue sky building above them. Han altered course, heading southwest, toward where the setting sun must be. As they streaked along, the tops of the piled, puffy masses of clouds far below began taking on colors, deep crimson and coral, then yellow-orange.

Han Solo had his own reasons for needing a ride to Bespin. If it hadnt been for Jadonnas ad on the nets, hed have had to dip into his rapidly dwindling stash of credits to buy passage for himself on a commercial vessel.

Velozs accident couldnt have come at a better time, far as Han was concerned. With the credits shed prom-ised him, hed be able to afford a cheap room and a few meals during the big sabacc tournament. The buy-in alone was a staggering ten thousand credits. Han had barely managed to scrape those credits together by fencing the small golden palador figurine hed stolen from the Ylesian High Priest Teroenza, plus the dragon pearl hed discovered in Admiral Greelanx office.

The Corellian wished for a moment that Chewie was here with him, but hed had to leave the Wookiee be-hind in their little flat on Nar Shaddaa because he couldnt afford to buy his passage. They were deep into the atmosphere now, and Han could actually see Bespins sun, a squashed looking or-ange ball just clearing a massive bank of clouds. The Girl was surrounded by a golden glory of heaped clouds-as golden as Han Solos dreams of wealth.

Han was staking everything on this big gamble . . . and hed always been lucky at sabacc. But would luck be enough to let him win? Hed be playing against profes-sional gamblers like Lando. The Corellian swallowed, then resolutely concen-trated on his piloting. This was no time to get an attack of nerves. Hah made another adjustment to the Girl approach vector, thinking that he ought to be within range of Cloud City traffic control any time now.

As if in answer to his thoughts, a voice spoke up from his comm. Incoming vessel, please identify yourself.

Jadonna Veloz reached left-handed to activate their comm. Cloud City traffic control, this is the Wayward Girl out of Alderaan. Our approach vector is . . . she glanced at Hans instruments and reeled off a string of numbers.

Wayward Girl, we confirm your vector. Cloud City is your destination? Thats an affirmative, traffic control, Jadonna said. Han grinned. From what hed heard, Cloud City was about all there was to Bespin. There were the mining facilities, of course, and gas refining, storage and ship-ping facilities, but more than half of all incoming traffic was probably bound for the luxurious resort hotels. In the past few years, bored tourists had made the city in the clouds one of their favorite vacation playgrounds.

Traffic control, Jadonna continued, we have a pri-ority shipment for the Yarith Bespin kitchens. Neff tenderloins in stasis. Request a landing vector.

Permission granted, Wayward Girl, came the voice of the traffic controller. The controller voice took on a more informa] note. Nerf steaks, eh? Ill have to take. my wif out this week. Shes been wanting some-thing fancy, and that a treat we dont get too often.

These are prime cuts, traffic control, Veloz said.

Hope the chef at the Yarith Bespin appreciates them.

Oh, he good, the voice said, then the controller reverted to his official tones. Wayward Girl, I have you slotted in at Level 65, Docking Bay 7A. Repeat. Level 65, 7A. Do you copy? We copy, Cloud City Controller.

And your assigned landing vector is . . . the voice hesitated, then gave them more coordinates. Han punched them into the navieomputer, then they settled back to enjoy the ride. He found himself looking forward to seeing the fabled Cloud City. Bespin itself had already been famous, even before the resort was built. They mined tibanna gas here, which was used in starship engines, and in powering blasters.

Han wasnt sure how they actually mined the gas, but he knew that tibanna gas was very valuable, so the miners must be doing well. Before it was discovered in Bespin atmosphere, tibanna gas had usually been found in stellar chromospheres and nebular clusters-which made harvesting it hazardous, to say the least. Then somebody had stumbled across the fact that Be-spin atmosphere was loaded with it. Picking up a sudden burst of electrical activity on his sensors, Han hastily changed course. Hey-whats that? He pointed at the viewscreen. To their right now, was a monstrous, half-seen shape, drifting amid those incredible aurulent clouds. The thing was so large that it would have dwarfed many small Corellian cities.

Jadonna leaned forward. Thats a beldon! she ex-claimed. Theyre really rare. In all the years Ive been flying through these clouds, Ive never seen one.

Han squinted at the mammoth creature as the Girl streaked by it. The beldon resembled some of the gelatinous ocean creatures hed seen on some worlds, with a huge, dome-like top, and many small feeding tentacles hanging down beneath it.

Hah checked his landing vector. Right on the cred-its, Captain, he said. Behind them, the leviathan faded into the distance. Han saw another, smaller shape ahead of them that almost resembled an upside-down beldon, and realized it was Cloud City.

It hung in the clouds like some kind of exotic wine-glass, topped with a jeweled crown of rounded towers, domed buildings, communication spires, and refinery stacks. In the last wash of sunset, it glowed like a cor-usca gem.

Staying on their approach vector, Han sent them skimming over the domed buildings of the cityscape in the clouds. Moments later, he brought the Girl down in a perfect landing on their assigned spot. After receiving his pay, and saying farewell to Cap-tain Veloz, Han went looking for a robo-hack to take him to the posh Yarith Bespin hotel, where the sabacc tournament was being held. Moments later he was punching in his destination on a keypad, sending the little robo-hack zipping through the city streets, up and down levels, traveling at a pace that would have made most humans dizzy-especially when tile little vehicle hopped low-lying buildings, giving Hah a glimpse of the clouds surrounding them and the yawning depths below them. It was almost full night now, and the city sparkled like a ladys open jewel box.

Minutes later the robo-hack pulled up before the Yarith Bespin. Han waved the luggage droid aside and walked through the massive entrance. Hed been in posh hotels before, while touring with his magician friend, Xaverri, so the opulent interior with its spidery, crisscrossing glidewalks that spanned the stories-high atrium didnt phase him. He saw a sign reading Tour-nament Registration in at least 20 languages, and fol-lowed the arrow up the glide-lift to the mezzanine. When he stepped off the floating walkway, he headed purposefully toward the large tables. The place was thronged with gamblers of all species, sizes and de-scriptions. Hah registered, checked his blaster (all weapons had to be checked), received an ID badge, and a voucher that hed cash in as he needed betting chips. The first game would start tomorrow at midday.

Just as he turned away from the registration area, chip voucher tucked securely into a pocket inside his shirt, next to his skin, Hah heard a familiar voice. Han! Hey, Han! Over here!

He turned and saw Lando Calrissian waving to him from across the mezzanine. Waving to show hed heard, Hah jogged over to the glidewalk and hopped aboard, even as Lando leaped aboard the one coming toward Hans side of the enormous room.

When hed last seen Lando, the gambler was head-ing off for action in the Oseon system. But hed been talking about this tournament for months, so Han had been expecting to run into him here. Hey, Han! Landog dark features broke into a wide grin as their respective glidewalks brought them f ace-to-face. Long time no see, you old rascal!

Hah leaped nimbly across open air from his glide-walk to the one Lando was standing on. Hed barely landed before Calrissian grabbed him in a hug that would have done Chewbacca credit. Good to see you, Lando! he gasped, as Calrissian thumped him on the back one final time. The friends stepped off the glidewalk back at the registration area, and stood there a moment, eyeing each other. Han studied his friend, realizing that Lando looked very prosperous-the gambling tables out in the Oseon must be loaded with easy marks. The gambler was wearing an expensive outfit made from Askajian fabric, the best in the galaxy. A new black and silver cape swung behind him, draped in the latest fashion.

Han smiled. The last time hed seen Lando, the gam-bler had barely begun growing a mustache. Now his fa-cial adornment was mature, though trimmed. It lent his features a rather piratical air. Han pointed at it. I see you decided to keep the lip-fur.

Lando stroked the mustache proudly. Every woman Ive met has been most complimentary, he said. I should have done it long ago.

Some people need all the help they can get, Han teased. Its a shame you dont have my way with the ladies, old pal.

Lando snorted derisively.

Han looked around. So... wheres your little red-eyed droid buddy? Dont tell me you went and lost Vuffi Raa in a sabacc game?

Lando shook his head. Han, its a long story. To tell it properly, I need a tall glass of something refreshing in front of me.

Well, whats the short version, then? Han asked. Dont tell me the little guy got tired of calling you Master and decided he could do better selling his Class Two abilities somewhere else? Lando shook his head, his expression suddenly seri-ous. Han, youre not going to believe this, but Vuffi Raa decided to go back to his people and grow up. Ful-fill his destiny. Han grimaced. Huh? HeS a droid. What do you mean, destiny?

Wuffi Raa is . . . was . . . a baby starship. I know it sounds crazy, but its true. He comes from a... unique... species. Gigantic droid-ships that roam the stars. Sen-tient, but not biologicd, life-forms. Han stared at his friend. Lando, you been sniffing ryll? You sound like you spent the whole day in the bar.

Lando held up a hand. Its the truth, Han. You see,

there was this evil sorcerer named Rokur Gepta, who

turned out to be a Croke, and these vacuumbreathers,

and a big fight in this huge Star Cave, andCheater/ A deep, raspy voice shouted, startling the friends. Get him! Dont let him play! Thats Han Solo, and he cheats at sabacc!

Hah wheeled around to find an enraged Barabel fe-male bearing down on him. The alien limped slightly from a stiff knee, but she was closing at a respectable clip, massive teeth bared. Barabels were huge, black reptiloids, and Han had only met a few of them in his travels. And only one female. This femme, as a matter of fact.

Hah gulped and his hand went down to his blaster, only to slap impotently against his thigh. Damnation/ He began backing up, holding up his hands placatiugly. Now, Shallamar... he began. Lando, always quick on the uptake, made sure he was nowhere near the Barabels approach vector. Secu-rity! he shouted. We need security here! Somebody call security!

The Barabel sputtered and hissed with rage. He uses skifters! Cheats! Arrest him!

Han backed up until he bumped into one of the reg-istration tables, then, one-handed, he vaulted it. The Barabels teeth flashed. Coward! Come out from be-hind there! Arrest him!

Now, Shallamar, Hah said. I beat you fair and square that time. Holding grudges isnt very sports-manlike

....

With a bellow, she rushed himonly to stop and fall heavily to the floor as a tangle-field encased her feet. Shallamar thrashed, slapping the carpet with her tail, cursing and bellowing.

Hah looked over at the hotel security forces, and drew a long breath of relief. Ten minutes later, with the Barabel still under re-straints, Han, Lando and Shallamar were in the security offices, facing the security chief. Shallamar was sulking, because the chief had sensor-scanned Han from the tips of his toes to the top of his head, and the Corellian had proved to be absolutely free of any cheating devices.

Now the Barabel hunkered uncomfortably, her feet still restrained in the tangle-field, as the security chief warned her that any further displays would get her ejected from the competition. ... and I think you owe Solo here an apology, the chief concluded.

Shallamar snarled . . . but softly. I will not molest him further. You have my honor-word, But-the security chief started.

Han waved a hand at him. Lets not push it, sir. If Shallamar leaves me alone, thats fine with me. Im just glad to prove that Im an honest player.

The chief shrugged. Whatever you say, Solo Okay, you two are free to go. He glanced at Han and Lando. Ill release the tangle-field and turn her loose in a cou-ple of minutes. He turned back to the Barabel. And you, my lady, will be under surveillance. Please keep that in mind. Were running a tournament here, not a free-for-all. Is that clear? Clear, she rasped. Han and Lando left the office. Han didnt say any-thing, but he knew Lando too well to think that his friend would let this pass. Sure enough, when they stepped onto the glidewalk leading to the cafe, Lando grinned broadly. Han, Hah... yet another old flame, eh? Youre so right... you certainly have a way with the ladies, you old rogue!

Hah bared his teeth in a snarl nearly as fearsome as Shallamars. Shut up, Lando. Just... shut up. By then, Lando was laughing too hard to speak anyway...

It took the two friends several hours to catch up on events. Han heard the whole story of Lando adven-tures in the Oseon system. He discovered that since hed last seen his friend, Lando had won and lost sev-eral fortunes, most recently a cargo of gemstones. You should have seen them, Han, Lando said, mournfully. They were gorgeous. Filled half the Falcons cargo bay. If only Id hung onto them, instead of using most of them to buy half of that dratted berubian mine!

Hah looked at his friend with mingled sympathy and exasperation. Salted, right? Proved to be worthless. You got it. How did you know?

I knew somebody once who ran that scare. Only it was a duralloy asteroid. Han neglected to mention that hed once lost out on a half-million-credit uranium mine that hed won in a sabacc game. The mine had been genuine, but the books had been so cooked that hed been lucky to escape prosecution when the stock-holders began their investigation ....

But all that was in the past, and Han Solo made it a policy never to indulge in regrets over failed ventures. Speaking of the Falcon, he said, whereve you got her docked?

Oh, shes not here, Lando said. I left her back at the lot on Nar Shaddaa. Half the trick to winning big at the ta-bles is being able to psych your opponents out, presenting yourself as someone who can afford to play big, win big and lose big. Makes bluffing much more effective .... Ill remember that, Han said, filing away the ad-vice. So, howd you get here? I came in on one of those big luxury liners, the Queen of Empire, Lando said. Arrived in style. Not to mention that the ships casino is one of the finest Ive encountered. The Queen and I go way back. Hah smiled slyly. I ran into Blue a few weeks ago, and she told me that you were traveling in style aboard that new ship of Drea Renthals. Renthal Vigilance, that Carrack-class picket ship she salvaged after the Battle of Nar Shaddaa.

Lando cleared his throat. Dreas a great lady, he said. For a pirate, she surprisingly... refined. Han snickered. Whoa, Lando! Isnt she a little old for you? She gotta be at least forty! Howd you like bein a pirate queen favorite plaything?

Lando bristled. I wasnt... She not...

Hah laughed. Almost old enough to be your mother, huh?

Landos teeth flashed beneath his mustache. Hardly. And Hah . . . my mother was nothing like Drea. Trust me.

So whyd you break up? Han wanted to know.

Life aboard a pirate vessel is... interesting, Lando said. But a little too... coarse... for my taste. Han, eyeing his friend dandified clothes, nodded.

Ill bet.

Lando sobered. But, hey . . . Drea and I parted friends, he added. These last few months I needed... I was... he shrugged, obviously uncomfortable. Well, Drea came along at a good time. I was... Well, it was nice having the company.

Han eyed his friend. You mean you missed Vuffi Raa?

Well . . . how can you miss a droid? But . . . you know, Hah, he was really a companion. There were times I didnt even think of him as mechanical. Id gotten used to having the little guy around, you know? So when the little vacuum cleaner went off with his kinfolk, I did find myself actually... missing him. Han thought about what it would be like to lose Chewie, and could only nod in silent agreement. The two sat quietly for a moment, sipping their drinks, enjoying the companionship. Finally Hah fought back a yawn, and stood up. Gotta get some sleep, he said. Tomorrows going to be a big day. See you at the tables, Lando said, and they parted.

Sabacc is an ancient game, dating back to the early days of the Old Republic. Of all the games of chance, sabacc is the most complex, the most unpredictable, the most thrilling-and the most heartbreaking.

The game is played with a deck of seventy-six card-chips. The value of any card-chip can alter throughout the game at random intervals, via electronic impulses transmitted by the randomizer. In less than a second, a winning hand can change to a bomb out.

There are four suits in the deck sabers, staves, flasks and coins. Numbered cards range from positive one to positive eleven, and there are four cards of r ank the Commander, the Mistress, the Master and the Ace, with numerical values of positive twelve to fifteen.

Sixteen face cards complete the deck, two of each type, with assorted zero or negative values the Idiot, the Queen of Air and Darkness, Endurance, Balance, Demise, Moderation, the Evil One and the Star. There are two different pots. The first, the hand pot, is awarded to the winner of each hand. In order to win the hand pot, a player must have the highest card total that is less than or equal to twenty-three-either positive or negative. In case of a tie, positive card value beat negative card value. The other pot, the sabacc pot, is the game pot, and can only be won in two ways-with a pure sabacc-that is, card-chips totaling exactly twenty-three, or an idiot array, consisting of one of the Idiot face cards, plus a two, and a three-literally, 23--of any suit.

In the center of the table is an interference field. As the rounds of bluffing and betting proceed, sabace play-ers can freeze the value of a card by placing it into the interference field. The Cloud City Sabacc Tournament had attracted over one hundred high-rollers from worlds all over the galaxy. Rodians, Twileks, Sullustans, Bothans, Devaro-nians, humans... all these and more were represented at the gaming tables. The tournament would last for four intensive days of play. Each day, roughly half of the players would be eliminated. The number of tables would dwindle, until only one table remained, where the best of the best would compete during that last hand. Stakes were high. Winners stood a good chance of walking away with two or three times the ten-thousand-credit buy-in-or even more.

Sabacc was not traditionally a spectator sport the way mag-ball or null-gee polo was, but, since only players were allowed in the tournament hall, the hotel had arranged a huge holo-projection lounge for those who wished to watch the tournament. Companions of play-ers, hangers-on, eliminated players and other interested sentients wandered in and out of the lounge, keeping an eye on the tournament, silently rooting for his, her or its favorite to win.

There was a ranking list displayed beside the holo, IDing the players, and showing the progress of the play. On this, the second day of the tournament, about fifty players clustered around ten tables. The ranking beside their names showed that Han Solo had made it through the first day of play on luck and by the skin of his teeth. Hed lost the sabacc pot, but had won enough hand pots so that he was still a contender.

One of the onlookers in the lounge was rooting for Hah to win, though the Corellian had no idea She was anywhere within parsecs of Bespin-and, if Bria Tharen had anything to say about it, he wouldnt find out. In her years of working with the Corellian resis-tance, Bria had become an expert at disguise. Now her long, red-gold hair was hidden beneath a short black wig, her blue-green eyes covered by bio-lenses that turned them as dark as her hair. Carefully inserted padding in her elegant business outfit made her look voluptuous and muscled instead of slender and wiry. The only thing she couldnt disguise was her heightand there were many tall human women. She stood at the back of the lounge, watching the holo intently, hoping for another close-up of Han. Silently, she rejoiced that hed made it this far. If only hed win, she thought. Han deserves a big break. If he had a lot of credits, he wouldnt have to risk his life as a smuggler. . . . For a moment, the holo showed a close-up of Han table. Bria saw that his opponents today were a Sullus-tan, a Twilek, a Bothan and two humans, one male and one female. The woman was evidently from a heavy-gee planet, judging from the thick, corded muscles in her neck, and her short, stocky build. Bria knew little about sabacc, but she knew Han Solo-even after being separated from him for seven years now, she knew him. She knew every line of his face, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled, or narrowed when he was angry or suspicious. The shaggy tufts of his hair, perennially overdue for a haircut. She could still recall the shape of his hands, the fine hairs on the backs of them .... Bria knew Han Solo so well that she realized she could still tell when he was bluffing... as he was at the moment.

Smiling confidently, Han leaned across the table to push another heap of chips into the center. Seeing the size of his bet, the Sullustan hesitated, then threw in her hand. The two humans also folded, but the Bothan was made of sterner stuff. He met Han bet, and then, ostentatiously, raised it by a goodly amount.

Brias expression didnt change, but her hands curled into fists at her sides. Will he fold, or play the hand through and hope his bluff will work?

The Twilek pushed another card-chip into the inter-ference field, and matched the bet. All eyes turned to Hah.

The Corellian grinned as though he hadnt a care in the world. Bria could see his lips move as he issued some verbal challenge or wisecrack, then he pushed forward another stack of credit-chips . . . such a huge bet that Bria bit her lip. If he lost his hand, hed bomb out. There was no way he could cover it!

The Bothan glanced from side to side, for the first time seeming uncertain. Finally, he tossed in his hand. The Twilek head-tails twitched with frustration and nerves.

Finally, slowly, the Twilek laid his hand down. Hans grin broadened, and he reached forward to scoop up yet another hand pot. Did he genuinely have a winning hand, Bria wondered, or was I right? Was it all a bluff?

The Sullustan, her droopy jowls working, made a sudden grab for Hans card-chips, but the dealer spoke up, clearly warning her against such an action. By now the dealer would have signaled for a change in the card-chip values, anyway.

Bria nodded emphatically at the holo. Great! Keep it up, Han! Beat them! Win!

Beside her, someone snarled, then spoke in raspy, hissing tones, May all the Blights of Barabel curse that villain Solo! He wins again! He must be cheating!

Bria glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw a huge Barabel female, obviously a very irritated Barabel. The corners of her mouth twitched. Han has such a way with people . . . what do you suppose he did to make her so mad?

Something rustled on Brias other side, and she turned to find her aide, a Corellian named Jace Paol, beside her. The man lowered his voice until even Bria could barely hear him, though his mouth was barely a handspan from her ear. Commander, the representa-tives from Alderaan have arrived. They are on their way to the meeting site.

Bria nodded. Ill be right up, Jace.

As her aide left the lounge, Bria checked her expen-sive datapad (a dummy, she committed as little as pos-sible of her real business to any readable form), smiled vaguely at the Barabel, and left the lounge. Time to get on with her mission here in Cloud City.

When shed discovered that Cloud City would be hosting the big sabacc tournament, Bria had realized that this was the ideal location for a top-secret meeting between representatives of several of the rebellions. Resistance groups were growing by leaps and bounds on many Imperial worlds, and it was essential to estab-lish links between them. But such meetings had to be kept clandestine. The Imps had spies everywhere.

Any intelligence operative knew that the easiest place to hide was in a crowd. And Cloud City was pretty far from the Imperial Core, so the Imps didnt pay it much attention. A big tournament provided perfect cover. With so many ships coming and going, both alien and human, a few humans, a Sullustan and a Duros meeting in a hotel conference room on Cloud City would arouse little interest from anyone. Bria wouldnt admit even to herself that part of her reason for selecting Cloud City during the tournament was that shed hoped to catch a glimpse of Han Solo. She couldnt be sure hed attend, of course, but know-ing Han, when there was the chance of winning big, he was there, ready and eager. As she rode the glidewalk to the nearest turbolift, Bria imagined removing her disguise, then going to Hans room late that night. He would still have vivid memories of the last time hed seen her, when shed been posing as Moff Sam Shilds mistress, but surely hed believe her when she explained-that shed been spying for the Corellian resistance, and that there had been nothing between her and Shild. So after shed told him the truth about their last en-counter, they would talk. Perhaps theyd sip some wine. After a while, theyd hold hands. And then...

The Rebel operative closed her eyes as the turbolift swept her upward amid the crystalline and pastel splen-dor of the Yarith Bespins fifty-story atrium. Perhaps, when shed explained everything, Hah would want to join the resistance, help his fellow Corellians as they plotted to free their planet from that tyrant Emperor who held so many worlds in a death-grip.

Perhaps .... Bria envisioned the two of them, doing battle shoulder to shoulder on land or in space, fighting bravely, covering each others backs during the battles, i winning victories over the Imperial forces... then hold-i ing each other close when the days fighting was over. Bria couldnt imagine anything better than that. Feeling the turbolift decelerate, she sighed and opened her eyes. Fantasies were all very well... some-times they were all that kept her going. But she couldnt allow them to interfere with her mission.

As the turbolift doors slid open, she was ready. Mov-ing with confident strides, she exited the lift and headed down the carpeted corridor.

When she reached the meeting room, she tapped out her coded signal, and was admitted. She glanced at Jace, and his nod confirmed that hed checked the room for surveillance devices and found it safe. Only then did Bria turn to greet the other members of the conferen ce.

The first representative to step forward was a typi-cally mournful-faced, blue-skinned Duros, Jennsar So-Billes. He had come alone, as had Sian Tevv from Sullust. Bria greeted the two aliens warmly, thanking them and their respective groups for allowing them to make the dangerous journey-and it was dangerous. just last month one of the high-ranking Rebel leaders from Fibrin had been captured while on his way to such a conference. The Ishi Tib was forced to suicide in or-der to avoid the Imp mind-probes. Alderaan had sent three representatives, two human and one Caamasi. The senior member of the delegation was a middle-aged man with grizzled hair and beard, one Hric Dalhney, Deputy Minister of Security, and a trusted member of Viceroy Bail Organas cabinet. Ac-companying him was a young girl, not even out of her teens, with long, crystal-white hair. Dalhney introduced her as Winter, commenting that they were posing as father and daughter as their cover during this trip. The non-human member of the delegation was a Caa-magi. Bria was intrigued by him, never having met one before. Their species was now somewhat rare in the galaxy.

Caamas had been essentially destroyed after the Clone Wars, thanks to the efforts of the Emperors min-ion, Darth Vader, but it was a little-known fact that many of its people had managed to flee to Alderaan and lived there, mostly in seclusion.

The Caamasis name was Ylenic Itkla, and he intro-duced himself as an advisor to the Viceroy of Alderaan. Tall, even taller than Bria, the Caamasi wore a single kilt-like garment and jewelry. Generally humanoid in appearance, Ylenic was covered in golden down, with purple stripes marking his face. His eyes were large, dark and held a faint air of calm sadness that touched Bria, knowing what sufferings this being must have witnessed.

Ylenic said little as the delegates exchanged greet-ings, but something about him impressed Bria. She re-solved to seek out his opinions if he did not offer them. The Caamasi had an air of quiet power, of confidence, that told the Rebel Commander that this was a being to be reckoned with. After a few minutes of chitchat, Bria seated herself at the long table, and formally brought the meeting to or-der. Fellow Rebels, she said, speaking with the quiet authority of someone who had done this many times be-fore, I thank you for risking your lives in our cause. We of the Corellian Rebel movement are contacting other underground groups like our own, urging all the various Rebel groups to unite. Only as a strong, cohe-sive group can we have any hope of confronting the Empire that is strangling our worlds, and killing the spirit of our peoples.

Bria took a deep breath. I know what a daunting and dangerous proposal this is, believe me. But only if we can unite, form an alliance, can the Rebel groups have any hope of eventual victory. As long as we remain fragmented, planet-bound groups, we are doomed to failure.

She paused. The Corellian movement has long con-sidered this proposal. We are fully aware what a radical change this would entail-and how difficult such an al-liance would be. As long as we are individual groups, the Empire cannot wipe us all at one blow. If we were to unite, they might conceivably be able to destroy all of us in one battle. We also know how taxing it can be for different species to work together. Disparate ethical and moral systems, ideologies, religions-not to men-tion equipment and weapon design differences-all of these things can present problems.

Bria faced her onlookers steadily. But, my friends, unite we must. Somehow we must find ways to work around our differences. Surely we can do that... and thats the subject of this conference. The Duros representative tapped his fingers on the table. Your words are stirring, Commander. In spirit, I agree with them. But let us face facts here. In asking the non-human worlds to ally with you, you are asking us to put ourselves at far greater risk. Everyone knows the Emperors disdain for non-humans. If an alliance challenged Palpatines forces, and lost, the Emperors wrath would be mostly directed at the non-human worlds. He might well destroy us as a lesson to the hu-man Rebels. Bria nodded. Your point is well taken, Jennsar. She glanced around the table. Minister Dalhney, what are your thoughts?

We of Alderaan have supported the Rebel move-ment from the beginning, the man said. We have pro-vided intelligence, funding, and technical expertise. But this talk of battles is anathema to us. Alderaanian cul-ture is built on the absence of weapons and violence. We are a peaceful world, and the way of the warrior is abhorrent to us. Count on us to support your efforts-but I cannot imagine that we would ever be able to join you as combatants.

Bria gazed at Dahlney somberly. It is possible, Min-ister, she said, that Alderaan may not have the option to refrain from violence. She turned to the little Sullus-tan. Sian Tevv, what are your initial thoughts? Commander, my people are so crushed beneath the heel of the Empire that few of them have the where-withal to plot any kind of rebellion. The little allens jowls quivered, and his dark, liquid eyes were sorrow-ful. Though many complain about the Imperidl troops under their breaths, only a handful of my people have ever dared to openly resist. Our caves are places of fear. The Soro Suub Corporation essentially controls my world, and their biggest client is the Empire. If we were to join a Rebel Alliance, it would cause civil war!

Bria sighed. Itg going to be a long conference, she thought bleakly. I recognize that all of you have valid concerns she said, keeping her voice level and neutral. But it wont hurt anything, or commit you to anything, simply to discuss these issues, right?

After a moment, the delegates from the three worlds agreed to talk. Taking a deep breath, Bria started in

....

I cant believe Ive made it this far, Han thought wearily, as he eased himself into the seat at the one re-maining sabacc table. It was night on the fourth day of the tournament, and only the finalists were left. If only my luck holds out a little longer...

Slowly he stretched the kinks out of his back, wishing he could sleep for about twenty hours. The past few days had been grueling... hours of unending play, with only a few breaks for meals or sleep. The other finalists had also taken their places around the table. A diminutive Chadra-Fan, a Bothan male, and a Rodian female. Han wasnt sure whether the Chadra-Fan was a male or a female. Both sexes wore the same long robes.

As Han glanced around at his fellow players, the last player, another human, sat down opposite Han in the last empty chair. Hah groaned inwardly. Somehow I knew this would happen. What chance can I have against a professional like Lando ?

Han was very conscious of the fact that he was probably the only amateur player at the table. It was a fair bet that the others, like Lando, made their primary living by winning at sabacc. For a moment he was tempted to just call it quits, walk away. To lose now, after all these days of play... Lando nodded tightly to his friend. Han nodded back.

The dealer approached. In most games of sabacc, the dealer actually played for credits, but in tourna-ment games, the dealer only dealt the card-chips and monitored the game... he or she was prohibited from playing.

The deder was a Bith. The alien large, five fingered hands featured both an opposable thumb and little fin-ger, giving the dealer considerable dexterity as he de.tit. The lights of the monstrous chandelier in the ballroom gleamed on the aliens large, bare, cranium.

The dealer ostentatiously opened a fresh pack of card-chips and riffled them, then triggered the randomizer several times, thus demonstrating that nobody could predict the order the card-chips would be dealt. After this initial demonstration, the randomizer itself altered the values of the card-chips at random intervals.

Han looked over at Lando, and was cheered to note that his friend was showing signs of strain. Landos natty outfit was creased, and there were dark circles beneath his eyes. His hair looked as though it hadnt been combed all day.

Han knew he was no prize himself. He rubbed his hand blearily across his face, and only then realized hed forgotten to shave. Stubble rasped his fingernails.

Forcing himself to sit up straight, Han picked up his first hand of card-chips .... Three and a half hours later, the Bothan and the Ro-djan had been eliminated. Theyd left without a back-ward glance. The Bothan male had bombed out-bet his entire trove of credit-chips on the game. When Lando took that hand, the alien had stalked away with-out a farewell. The Rodian female had folded, but she hadnt bombed. Han figured that shed decided to cut her losses and get out while she still had a profit. The stakes were getting very high. The sabacc pot alone contained nearly twenty thousand credits.

Hang luck had held. He had enough credit-chips to cover any of the bets hed seen tonight. Mentally, he added them up. If he folded now, hed leave Bespin with twenty thousand credits, give or take a couple hun-dred. His eyesight was getting blurry, and the card-chips were hard to Count when they were in stacks.

The Corellian considered. Twenty thousand was a lot of money. Almost enough to buy a ship of his own. Should he fold? Or should he stay in?

The Chadra-Fan raised the bet another five thou-sand. Han covered it. So did Lando, but it took nearly all his credit-chips.

Han assessed his hand. He had the card-chip for En-durance, which had the value of negative eight. Appro-priate, Han thought. This battle is becoming one of endurance .... He also had the Ace of Staves, with a value of positive fifteen. And the six of flasks. Value, positive six. Thirteen. He needed to take another card, and hope that he didnt get a r anked card, which would put him out of the game. Ill take a card, Hah said.

The dealer tossed one down on the table. Han

picked it up, saw with a sinking feeling that it was

Demise; which was negative thirteen. Great/Im farther away than ever/ And then the cards rippled and changed before his eyes ....

Han now had the Queen of Air and Darkness, with a value of negative two, plus the five of coins, the six of staves, and the Master of coins, with a value of four-. teen. Total value . . . twenty-three. His heart leaped.

Pure sabacc/

With this hand, he could take both the hand pot and the sabacc pot... to win the tournament. There was only one hand that could beat him, and that was an idiotg array. Hah took a deep breath, then pushed forward all but one of his stacks of credit-chips. For a moment he con-sidered tossing all his cards into the interference field, but then his opponents would know for sure he wasnt bluffing. He needed them to cover his bet if he was go-ing to clean up. Hold steady, he thought to his card-chips, willing the randomizer not to change the patterns. Honest ran-domizers truly were random. Sometimes they changed card-chip patterns multiple times per game. Other times, they did so only once or twice. Han figured the odds for his card-chips changing within the next three minutes-the average time for a round of betting with this many players-were about 50-50. Hah kept his features composed, his body relaxed, with an effort of will that was nearly painful. He had to make them think he might be bluffing!

On Han right, the little Chadra-Fans huge ears flickered rapidly back and forth, then he (Han had learned that he was male during the hours of play) ut-tered the faintest of squeaks. Deliberately, precisely, the alien folded his card-chips and placed them on the table, then got up and walked away. Han stared at his card-chips. Hold . . . hold! His pulse was hammering, and he hoped Lando couldnt see it.

The professional gambler hesitated for a long sec-ond, then requested a card. Han blood rushed in his ears as, slowly and deliberately, Calrissian extended a hand, and placed a card-chip facedown into the inter-ference field.

Han stiffened. Hed caught just a glimpse of the pri-mary color of the card-chip reflected against the faint ionization of the field. Violet. If Han bleary eyes werent playing tricks on him, that meant the card-chip was the Idiot. The most vital card in the Idiot Array.

Han tried to swallow, but his mouth was too dry. Lando is an expert at this, he thought. He could have put that card cbwn in just that manner, knowing Id see its telltale color, and guess that he holding the Idiot. But why? To bluff me? Scare me into folding? Or am I imagining things? Han looked back up at his opponent. Lando was holding two cards in his hand now. The professional gambler smiled at his friend, then, quickly punching a notation onto a data-card, he pushed it and his few re-maining credit-chips toward Han. My marker, he said, in his smoothest, most mellow tones. Good for any ship on my lot. Your choice of my stock.

The Bith turned to Han. Is that acceptable to you, Solo?

Hans mouth was so dry he didnt dare speak, but he nodded.

The Bith turned back to Lando. Your marker is good. Lando was holding two cards plus the Idiot, which was safely in the interference field. Hah fought the im-pulse to wipe his hand across his eyes. Could Lando see him sweating? Have to stay calm, think, Han ordered himself. Does he have the Idiot Array... or... is he bluffing?

There was only one way to find out.

Hold, hold, he ordered his hand, and slowly, deliber-ately, he pushed forward his last stack of chips. I call, he said. His voice emerged as a strained croak.

Lando stared at him across the table for an endless second, then the gambler smiled slightly. Very well. Slowly, he reached over and turned up the card in the Interference field. The Idiot stared up at Hah.

Moving deliberately, Lando took his next card-chip, and laid it down beside the Idiot, face up. The Two of Staves.

Han couldnt breathe. Im dead... Ive lost everj-thing ....

Lando turned over the last of his cards.

The Seven of Flasks.

Han stared unbelievingly at the losing hand, then, slowly, he raised his eyes to regard his friend. Lando smiled wryly and shrugged. Gotta hand it to you, buddy, the gambler said. I thought I could bluff you. Lando was bluffing! The Corellian head whirled as it sank in. I won! I cant believe it, but I won!

Slowly, deliberately, he laid down his card-chips.

Pure sabacc, he said. The sabacc pot is mine, too.

The Bith nodded. Captain Solo is our tournament winner, gentlebeings, he said, speaking into the tiny amplifier attached to his collar. Congratulations, Cap-tain Solo!

Dizzily, Han nodded at the Bith, then he noticed that Lando was leaning across the table, his hand out. Excit-edly, Han reached over and wrung his friends hand. I cant believe it, he said. What a game!

Youre a better player than I ever gave you credit for being, old man, Lando said genially. Han wondered how Lando could be so composed when hed just lost so much, then he reflected that the gambler had probably won and lost fortunes before.

Han picked up the data-card that was Landos marker, and studied it. So, what ship are you going to claim? Lando asked. Ive got an almost new YT-2400 Corelli-systems light stock freighter that would be your best bet. Wait11 you-Im taking the Falcon, Han said, in a rush. Landos eyebrows went up. -The Millennium Fal-con? he said, obviously dismayed. Oh, no. Han, thats my own personal vessel. That was never pa of the deal.

You said any ship on your lot, Han reminded him, levelly. Their eyes locked. You said any of your stock. The Falcons sitting on your lot. I claim her.

But-Landos mouth tightened, and his eyes flashed.

Yeah, buddy? Han said, letting an edge creep into his voice. You gonna honor this marker, or what? Slowly, deliberately, Lando nodded. Nobody can say I dont honor my markers. He drew a long breath, then let it out in an angry hiss. All right then ....the Falcons yours. Han grinned, then threw both arms up into the air and whirled around in an impromptu dance, giddy with joy. Waitll I tell Chewie! The Millennium Falcon is mine! At last! A ship of our own!

Bria Tharen stood alone in the deserted holo-lounge, watching Han Solo as he rejoiced in his victory, wish-ing she could be there to hug him, kiss him, celebrate with him. This is wonderful/she thought exultantly. Oh, Han, you deserved w win/You played like a champion!

She wondered what the dark-skinned gambler had given the Corellian as a marker. Something valuable, obviously. Han was clutching the data-card as though it were the key to the most wonderful treasure in the universe.

It was late on the night of the fourth day, and the Corellian Commanders meetings with the Duros, the Sullustan and the Alderaanians would be concluded to-morrow morning. Theyd made progress in reaching some agreements, and all of them had learned a great deal about each others culture, but nothing major had been decided. None of the three other Rebel groups had been willing to commit to Corellias proposed Rebel alliance.

Bria sighed. Shed done her best, but it was obvious that there was still a long way to go. She supposed she shouldnt blame the other groups for their caution, but she couldnt help it. The situation with the Empire was only going to get worse, and the others were blind if they couldnt see that for themselves. Heating the sound of footsteps, Bria turned, to find the Alderaanian girl, Winter, coming toward her. She was a lovely young woman with her crystal-colored hair and pale green eyes. Her simple, modestly cut green dress revealed a slender, regal figure. She was tall, though not as tall as Bria. The Corellian Commander nodded, and the two of them watched the action from the tournament ball-room for a few minutes. Han was in the midst of other players now, mingling, being congratulated. Food and drink were circulating, and tournament officials, deal-ers, and hotel staff were now part of the crowd. A party atmosphere reigned.

It looks like theyre having more fun than we are in our meetings, Bria said dryly. I envy them. Not a care in the world.

Oh, Im sure they have cares, Winter said. But at the moment theyve thrown them aside so they can exist only in the present.

Bria nodded. Quite the philosopher, arent you?

The girl laughed a little, a musical, pleasant laugh. Oh, we Alderaanians have a long tradition of debating philosophy, ethics, and morality. There are cafes in Aidera where citizens sit and argue philosophy all day long. Its a planetary tradition.

Bria chuckled a little. Corellians have more of a reputation for being hot-headed doers, who get things accomplished, but love taking risks.

Perhaps our two worlds need each other as a bal-ance, Winter observed. Bria gave her a thoughtful glance. Winter, would you like to go over to the bar and get a cup of vine-coffeine?

Id like that, the girl said, nodding. Her crystalline hair rippled over her shoulders with each movement. Bria had hearkl that adult Alderaanians didnt cut their hair. Winters cascaded down her back like a glacier.

When they were comfortably seated, with cups of the steaming, fragrant brew before them, Bria dis-creetly pressed a button on her golden bracelet, and aimed the cornsca jewels that studded it outward into the room, then she turned her wrist upward, all the while studying the jewels. When no light flashed amidst them, she relaxed. No spy devices. Not that I expected any, but better to be safe than sorry ....

So, Winter, tell me about yourself, Bria said. How did you happen to come on this mission? The Viceroy has been like a father to me, the girl said, quietly. He raised me wit h his own daughter, Leia. Ive been the princesss companion ever since we were little children. She smiled faintly, and Bria was struck once again by how poised, how mature, she was for her age. There have been times when Ive actually been mistaken for the princess. But Im glad Im not royal. Its hard being in the public eye all the time, the way the Viceroy and Leia are. Constant pressures, be-ing hounded by the press... your life isnt your own.

Bria nodded. I suspect its worse than being a vid-star, being royalty. She took a sip of her vine-coffeine. So Bail Organa raised you... and yet he allowed you to come on this mission, knowing there could be dan-ger, if we were discovered? Bria raised her eyebrows. Im surprised. You seem a little young to have to en-dure such risks.

Winter smiled. Im a year and a few months older than the princess. I just turned seventeen. Thats the age of responsibility on Alderaan.

Same as CoreIlia, Bria said. Too young. When I was seventeen, I didnt have a bit of sense. She grinned ruefully. Thats so long ago... it Seems like a million years, instead of nine. You seem older than that, Winter observed, even if you dont look it. Twenty-six and a Commander? You must have started young. She stirred traladon milk into her vine-coffeine. I did, Bria agreed, lightly. And if I seem older than my age, well... a year as a slave on Ylesia will do that to a girl. Those spice factories take a lot out of you. You were a slave? Winter seemed surprised. Yes. I was rescued from Ylesia by a... friend. But physically getting off the planet was the easy part, Bria admitted. Long after my body was free, my mind and spirit were still enslaved. I had to learn to free myself, and it was the hardest thing Ive ever done.

Winter nodded, her gaze sympathetic. Bria was a bit surprised at herself for opening up to the girl this way, but the Alderaanian teenager was amazingly easy to talk to. It was obvious that she wasnt just making conversa-tion, she really cared about what Bria was saying. The commander shrugged slightly. It cost me everything that was important to me, basically. Love, family... se-curity. But it was worth it, to be myself. And it brought me a new purpose in life.

Fighting the Empire.

The older woman nodded. Fighting the Empire that condones and encourages slavery. The filthiest, most degrading practice ever developed by supposedly civilized sentients. Ive heard about Ylesia, Winter said. The Viceroy ordered an investigation of the place a few years ago, when a few unpleasant rumors surfaced. Since that time, hes kept up a public information campaign to let Alderaanians know the truth about the place-about the spice factories, the forced labor. Thats the worst thing about it, Bria said, bitterly. They dont force you. People work themselves to death there, and they do it willingly. Its horrible. If only I had the soldiers and weapons, Id head for Ylesia tomorrow with a couple of squadrons. Wed shut that stinking mudhole down for good. It would take a lot of troops.

Yes, it would. They have eight or nine colonies there, now. Thousands of slaves. Bria cautiously sipped the hot beverage. So... are you looking forward to to-morrows session? Winter sighed. Not really.

I dont blame you, Bria said. It must be pretty boring, hearing us wrangle all day over whether or not a Rebel Alliance is the right course of action. You ought to skip tomorrows session, and go have some fun. Cloud City has tours to go watch the beldon herds, and there are aerial rodeos where thranta riders do stunts. Ive heard its an amazing thing to watch.

I have to be at the conference tomorrow, Winter said. Minister Dahlney needs me. Why? Bria was puzzled. For moral support? The girl smiled faintly. No. I am his recorder. He needs me to help him prepare his report for the Viceroy.

Recorder?

Yes. Everything I see, or experience, or hear, I re-member, Winter said. I cannot forget, though some-times I wish I could. Her lovely features grew sad, as though she was recalling some unpleasant scene from the past.

Really? Bria was thinking how handy that would be, to have someone like that on staff. She herself had taken lessons and hypno-conditioning to improve her own recall, because so little of what she did could be entrusted to datafiles or fiimsies. Youre right, that would make you invaluable. The reason that I said I wasnt looking forward to tomorrows session, Winter said, leaning forward across the table, wasnt that I was bored, Commander. What I meant was that its hard for me to listen to Hric Dahlney stubbornly insist that Alderaanian ethics are more important than defeating the Empire. Bria cocked her head. Oh... now, that interesting.

What makes you say that?

Twice, when I accompanied Leia and the Viceroy to diplomatic functions on Coruscant-she stopped her-self, then smiled ruefully, I mean, to Imperial CenterI saw the Emperor. One of those times, Emperor Palpatine stopped and spoke to me, just a perfunctory greeting, but... She hesitated, biting her lip, and for the first time, Bria saw her maturity slip, and a fright-ened child in those youthful features.

Bria, I looked into his eyes. I cannot forget them, no matter how I try. Emperor Palpatine is evil. Unnatural, in some strange way.... The girl shuddered, despite the cozy warmth of the bar. He frightened me. He was... malevolent. Thats the only word that fits.

Ive heard stories, Bria said. Though Ive never met him. Ive seen him from a distance, but thats all. You dont want to meet him, Winter said. Those eyes of his . . . they fasten on you, and you feel as though they will drink up your spirit, all that makes you what you are. Bria sighed. Thats why we must resist him, she said. Thats what he wants, to engulf us all... planets, sentients... everything. Palpatine is determined to be-come the most absolute despot in history. We have to fight him, or well all be ground to dust.

I agree, Winter said. And thats why Im going to go back to Alderaan and tell the Viceroy that we of Alderaan must arm ourselves and learn to fight.

Bria blinked, startled. Really? But thats not the way Minister Dahlney thinks. I know, the girl said. And I know that the Viceroy is opposed to taking up arms. But your words over the past few days have convinced me that if Alderaan doesnt fight, well be destroyed. Well know no true peace as long as the Emperor rules.

Do you think Bail Organa will listen to you? Bria said, feeling a spark of hope. At least I reached one person these past few days . . . it wasnt a complete waste ....

I dont know, Winter replied. Perhaps. He is a good man, and respects those who can make their points well, even if they are young. He does believe in resisting the Empire. He has already arranged for me and his daughter to be given special training in intelli-gence-gathering techniques. HeS aware that two young, innocent-seeming girls may be able t go places and do things where seasoned diplomats would fail. Bria nodded. Ive found that out myself, she said. Its a sad but unfortunate fact that a pretty face and a sweet smile can provide a passport to places inside the Imperial bureaucracy and the High Command... where other efforts would be doomed to fail.

The attractive Commander smiled wryly as she poured another cup of vine-coffeine. As youve no doubt noticed, the Empire is a male-dominated, human-dominated organization. And human males can be . . . manipulated . . . by woman, sometimes aH too easily. I dont like it, and it doesnt make it right, but it the re-suits that count. Ive learned that, over the years.

Even if Viceroy Organa wont listen to me, Winter said, Im sure Leia will. She insisted that our Intelli-gence training include lessons in how to use weapons effectively. Both of us have learned to shoot, and to hit what we aim at. The Viceroy didnt like the idea, at first, but when he thought it over, he agreed, and even chose a Weapons Master for Leia. He an intelligent man, and he could see that there might be situations where wed need to know how to defend ourselves.

What good will convincing the princess do? Bria asked. I know she supposed to be well-loved, but she still just a young girl.

The Viceroy is considefing appointing her Alder-aan representative to the Imperial Senate next year, Winter said. Dont underestimate Leia strength of purpose or influence. I wont, Bria said. She smiled at Winter. Im so glad we had this talk. I was feeling so discouraged, and youve lifted my spirits. Im very grateful.

Im grateful to you, Commander, Winter said. For speaking the truth in my hearing. The Corellian resis-tance is fight. Our best hope is a Rebel Alliance. I only hope it can happen one day.... As the post-tournament party began to wind down, Han found himself beside Lando. He gestured at the door. Cmon, Ill buy you a drink.

Lando smiled wryly. Youd better be buying, old buddy. Youve got all my credits. Han grinned. Im buying. Hey... Lando, need a loan? And do you want to book passage back to Nar Shaddaa on that liner that leaving tomorrow?

Lando hesitated. Yes... and no. Id like to borrow a thousand, and Im good for it. But Ive decided to stay here on Bespin for a while. Some of the sentients who didnt make it to the finals of the tournament are bound to be hitting the casinos here on Cloud City, trying to recoup some of what they lost. I should do all fight.

Han nodded, and counted out credit vouchers equal-ing fifteen hundred credits, then handed them to Lando. Take your time, buddy. No hurry.

Lando gave his friend a grin as they approached the bar. Thanks, Han. Hey . . . that sabacc pot added to my other win-nings... well, I can afford it. The Corellian felt physically tired, but so exhilarated that he knew he couldnt sleep-not yet. He had to savor his victory, his owner-ship of the Falcon, just a little bit longer.

Well, Im headin back tomorrow. No reason to stick around, and Chewie11 be wondering how I am. Lando glanced across the bar and raised an eyebrow.

Oh, I see at least two reasons to stick around.

Hah followed his friend glance, saw the two women who were leaving the bar through the lobby exit. One was tall and full-bodied, with short black hair, the other was little more than a girl, slender, with long white hair. He shook his head. Lando, you never quit. That tall one could put you on your rear, she built like a null-gee wrestler, and the other is an invitation to a nice jail cell for corrupting a minor. Lando shrugged. Well, if not those two, then there are plenty of other lovely ladies here in Cloud City. And I want to check out the business opportunities here. I kind of like the place. Hah grinned smugly at his friend. Suit yourself. My-self, I cant wait to get home and take my ship out for a spin. He signaled the robo-bartender. What your pleasure, my friend? Lando rolled his eyes. Polanis red for me, and a nice shot of poison for you. Han laughed. So... where are you going first in your new ship?

Lando asked.

Im gonna keep a promise I made to Chewie almost three years ago and take him to see his family on Kashyyyk, Hah said. With the Falcon I ought to be able to slip past those Imp patrols, no sweat. How long has it been since he was on Kashyyyk? Ahnost fifty-three years, Hah said. A lot could have happened in that time. He left a father, some cousins, and a lovely young Wookiee female behind. Bout time he went home and checked up on em.

Fifty years? Lando shook his head. I cant think of any human woman that would wait fifty years for me

....

I know, Han said. And apparently Chexvie never did have an understanding with Mallatobuck. I warned him hed better expect to find her married and a grandmother.

Lando nodded, and, when the drinks arrived, raised his in a toast. Han lifted his glass of Alderaanian ale. To the Millennium Falcon, Lando said. The fastest hunk of junk in the galaxy. You take care of her, now. To the Falcon, Han echoed. My ship. May she fly fast and free, and outrun every Imp vessel in existence.

Solemnly, they clinked their glasses, then together, they drank.

It was a sultry day on Nal Hutta, but, then, almost every day was sultry there. Sultry, rainy, damp and pol-luted... that was Nal Hutta. But the Hutts liked it that way; they loved their adopted homeworld. Nal Hutta meant Glorious Jewel in Huttese.

But one Hutt was too intent on his holo-cast unit to even notice the weather. Durga, the new leader of the Besadii clan since his parent Aruks untimely death six months ago, had eyes and attention only for the full-sized holo-image projected into his office.

Two months after Aruk death, Durga had hired a team of the best forensic examiners in the Empire to journey to Nal Hutta and conduct a rigorous autopsy on his parents bloated corpse. Hed had Aruk frozen, then placed in a stasis field, because Durga was convinced that his parent had not died from natural causes.

When the examiners had arrived, theyd spent sev-eral weeks taking samples of every kind of tissue to be found in the Hutt leaders massive corpse, and running tests on them. Their early results had turned up noth-ing, but Durga insisted that they keep on looking-and he was the one paying, so the forensic specialists did as ordered.

Now Durga stared at the coalescing holo-image of the leader of the team of forensic specialists, Myk Bid-lor. He was human, a light-skinned, slightly built male with Pale hair. He wore a lab coat over his rumpled clothing. As Bidlor saw Durgas image forming before him, he bowed slightly to the Hutt Lord. Your Excel-lency. We have received the results from the latest round of tests on the tissue samples we brought back to Cornscant... I mean, to Imperial Center.

Durga waved a small, impatient hand at Bidlor, and addressed the man in Basic. You are late. I was expect-ing your report two days ago. What have you learned?

I regret, your Excellency, that the test results were somewhat delayed, Bidlor apologized. However, this time, unlike our other rounds of tests, we have discov-ered something I believe you will find very interesting. Unexpected, and unprecedented. We had to contact specialists on Wyveral and they are currently checking to see if they can discover where it was manufactured. The morbidity factor has been difficult to test, since we

have no pure quantities, but we are persisting, and

when we tested the PSA count of the specimenSDurga slammed his small hand down on a nearby ta-ble, sending it crashing over. Get to the point, Bidlor! Was my parent murdered?

The scientist drew a deep breath. I cannot say for certain, Your Excellency. What I can tell you is that we have discovered a very rare substance concentrated in the tissues of Lord Aruk brain. The substance is not natural. None of my team has ever encountered it be-fore. We are running tests even now to discover its properties.

Durga birthmarked face grew even uglier as his scowl deepened. I knew it, he said. Myk Bidlor raised a cautioning hand. Lord Durga, please... allow us to finish our tests. We will continue our work, and we will report back as soon as we have something definitive to report. Durga waved a dismissive hand at the forensics ex-pert. Very well. See that you report to me instantly when you discover what we are dealing with here.

The man bowed. You have my assurance, Lord Durga.

With a muttered curse, the Hutt Lord broke the connection.

Durga was not the only unhappy Hutt on Nal Hutta. Jabba Desilijic Tiure, second-in-command of the pow-erful Desilijic clan, was both depressed and displeased.

Jabba had spent the entire morning with his aunt, jili-ac, the leader of Desilijic, trying to finish the final re-port on the losses to Desilijic that had resulted from the Imperial attempt to raze Nar Shaddaa and subjugate Nal Hutta. The Empire attack had failed, mostly due to Jabba and Jiliacs successful bribe of the Imperial Ad-miral, but it would be a long time before business on Nar Shaddaa was back to normal. Nar Shaddaa was a large moon that orbited Nal Hutta. The other name for Nar Shaddaa was the Smuggler Moon, and it was apt, for most of its deni-zens lived there because they were connected with the illegal trade that moved through Nar Shaddaa every day. Running spice, running guns, fencing stolen trea-sures and antiquities . . . Nar Shaddaa saw all of that and more. Shipping is down forty-four percent, aunt, Jabba said, his comparatively small, delicate fingers touching the data-pad expertly. We lost so many ships, so many cap-tains and crews when that thrice-cursed Sam Shild mounted that attack. Our spice ustomers have been com-plaining that we cant move our product the way we used to. Even Han Solo lost his ship, and he our best pilot. Jiliac glanced at her nephew. He has been flying our ships ever since the attack, Nephew. I know, but most of our ships are older models, aunt. Slower. And, in our business, time equals credits. Jabba did another calculation, then made an exasper-ated sound. Aunt, our profits this year will be the low-est weve experienced in ten years.

Jiliac replied with a mighty belch. Jabba looked up and saw that she was eating again, some high-sustenance goop she smeared on the backs of her swamp-wrigglers before stuffing them into her enormous mouth. Ever since becoming pregnant last year, Jiliac had been under-going one of the typical Hutt growth spurts most adult Hutts experienced several times in their adult lives. In the space of a year, Jiliac was nearly a third again the size she had been before her pregnancy. Youd better be careful, Jabba warned. Those wrigglers gave you terrible indigestion the other day. Remember?

Jiliac belched again. Youre right. I should cut back... but the baby needs the nourishment. Jabba sighed. Jiliac infant was still spending much of its time inside its motherb pouch. Baby Hutts de-pended upon their mothers for all their nourishment for the first year of their lives. Here is a message from Ephant Mort, Jabba said, seeing that his message indicator was blinking on his comlink. Quickly the Hutt Lord scanned the commu-nique. Vile says I should return to Tatooine. He is run-ning my business interests as ably as he can, I am sure, but the Lady Valarian is taking full advantage of my pro-longed absence to try and move in on my territory.

Jiliac turned her bulbous eyes on her nephew. If you must go, Nephew, go. But see that it is a quick trip. I will need you to handle the conference with the Desili-jic representatives from the Core Worlds in ten days. But, Aunt, it would do you good to handle it your-self. You have gotten rather out of touch with those reps, Jabba pointed out.

Jiliae burped delicately, then yawned. Oh, I shall plan to attend, Nephew. But the baby is so demanding

.... I will need you to be there and handle things when I must rest. Jabba started to protest, then forced back the words. What good would it do? Jiliac simply wasnt interested in the affairs of Desilijic the way she had been before motherhood. It was probably hormonal

....

For months now, Jabba had been working to recoup the losses the Desilijic kajidic suffered in the Battle of Nar Shaddaa. He was getting tired of shouldering-speaking figuratively, of course, for Hutts did not really have shoulders-the burden of running Desilijic.

Here is a note that should interest you, Aunt, Jabba said, examining another message. Repairs to your yacht have been completed. The Dragon Pearl is fully opera-tional again. In the old days, Jiliac first question would have b een how much? but she did not ask it. The bottom line was no longer her primary interest in life ....

Jiliacs yacht had been hijacked by some of the de-fenders of Nar Shaddaa, and had suffered considerable damage in the battle. For a long time Jabba and his aunt had thought the ship lost altogether, then a Hurt smuggler had spotted the vessel drifting among the abandoned hulks that were scattered in orbit surround-ing the Smugglers Moon.

Jabba had ordered the Pearl towed into spacedock, and had spent a goodly sum in bribes, but hed never been able to discover which of the smugglers had hi-jacked the vessel and used it in the battle. In the old days, Jabba reflected sadly, news of her precious ship would have been of major concern to his aunt. But the Dragon Pearl had been damaged because Jiliac had forgotten to have the ship brought safely to Nal Hutta before the battle. The stress of mother-hood, as shed put it. Well, the stress of motherhood had cost Desilijic well over fifty thousand credits in repairs. Just because Jiliac had been careless.

Jabba sighed, and absently reached for a wriggler from his aunt snackquarium. He heard a snort, then a buzzing nasal rumble, and turned to see that Jiliacs massive eyes were closed, and her mouth was half-open as she snored.

Jabba sighed again, and went back to work ....

That same night, Durga the Hutt was eating his eve-ning repast with his cousin, Zier. Durga did not like Zier, and he knew that the other Hutt lord was his chief rival for the leadership of Besadii, but he tolerated him because Zier knew better than to oppose Durga in any overt fashion. Remembering Aruks advice to keep your friends close . . . and your enemies even closer, Durga had informally made Zier his lieutenant, entrust-ing him with matters pertaining to the administration of Besadii clan vast Nal Hutta enterprises.

Durga kept Zier on a very short leash, however, and trusted him not at all. The two Hutt lords fenced back and forth verbally as they ate, each watching the other as a predator regards prey. Just as Durga was lifting a particularly succulent morsel to his mouth, his majordomo, a servile, pale Chevin humanoid, appeared. Master, there has been a message sent. You are to expect an important holo-transmission from Coruscant within a few minutes. Do you wish to take it here? Durga gave Zier a quick glance. No. Ill take it in my office.

He undulated after the Chevin, Osman, until he reached his office. The connection light was just be-ginning to flash. Is it Myk Bidlor with news about the substance found in my parent brain tissues? the Hutt wondered. He had clearly gained the impression from the human that it would be some time, perhaps months, before they would complete their investigation.

Waving the bowing Chevin humanoid out of the room, Durga activated the security locks, keyed on the shielded frequency field, and then accepted the communication.

A blond human female suddenly stood before him, nearly life-sized. Durga wasnt very familiar with human standards of attractiveness, but he recognized that she appeared fit and limber. Lord Durga, she said. I am Guri, aide to Prince Xizor. The prince would like to speak with you personally. Oh, no/If Durga had been human, he would have broken out in a sweat. But Hutts did not sweat, though their pores did secrete an oily substance that kept their skin comfortably moist and slick. Aruk the Hutt had not raised a fool, however, so none of Durga unease showed. Instead he inclined his head, the closest a Hutt could come to a humanoid bow. The prince honors me. Before Durgas eyes, the figure of Guri stepped to one side of the transmission field, and was almost in-stantly replaced by the tall, imposing form of the Falleen prince, Xizor, the leader of the huge criminal empire known as Black Sun.

Xizor people, the Falleen, had evolved from a rep-tilian species, though the prince was very humanoid in appearance. His skin had a definite greenish cast, and his eyes were flat and expressionless. His body was mus-cled and lithe, and might have been in his mid-thirties (though Durga knew his age was closer to one hun-dred). Xizor skull was bare save for a topknot of long black hair that fell to his shoulders. He wore an expen-sive surcoat over a one-piece garment that resembled a pilot jumpsuit. As Durga gazed at Xizor, the leader of Black Sun in-clined his head in a faint nod. Greetings, Lord Durga. It has been several months since I have heard from you, so I thought it best to see for myself that you are well. How is Besadii doing in the wake of your esteemed par-ent untimely death? Besadii is doing well, Your Highness, Durga said.

Your help was most appreciated, I assure you.

When Durga had first succeeded to the leadership of Besadii, hed faced so much opposition from other lead-ers in the clan-mostly due to the young Hutt unfor-tunate facial birthmark, which Hutt lore held to be an extremely bad omen-that hed had to ask Prince Xizor for help. Within a week after his request, Durga three main opponents and detractors had died in unrelated accidents. Opposition had grown far quieter after that ....

Durga had paid Xizor for his help, but the princek fee had been so modest, so much less than the young Hutt lord was expecting, that Aruk heir knew he hadnt seen the last of Black Sun. I was only too glad to provide whatever assistance you needed, Lord Durga, Xizor said, spreading his hands apart in a gesture that conveyed sincerity. Durga didnt have any trouble believing the Falleen Prince was sincere. The Besadii Lord had known for a long time that Black Sun would be only too happy to gain a foothold in Hutt space. And I must say, it is my most humble wish that we will have cause to work together again.

Perhaps we will, Your Highness, Durga said. At the moment, all my time is taken up with running the affairs of my clan, and I have little time for anything outside Nal Hutta. Ah, but surely you have time for Besadiik Ylesian in-terests, Xizor said, as if doing nothing more than musing aloud. Such an impressive operation, such efficiency, .all of it achieved in such a comparatively short span of time. Most impressive.

Durga felt his stomach contract around his supper. So that is what Xizor wants, he thought. Ylesia. He wants a share of the Ylesian profits.

Of course, Your Highness, Durga said. Ylesia is essential to Besadiis business interests. I take my duties toward our Ylesian enterprise most seriously.

That does not surprise me at all, Lord Durga, the Falleen Prince said. I would have expected no less. Your people are akin to mine in their efficiency in run-ning their business affairs. So much better than many of the other species that pride themselves on their busi-ness acumen, frankly... like the humans, for instance. All their dealings colored by emotion, rather than re-maining rational and analytical. Indeed, Your Highness, you are entirely correct, Durga said.

However, both our peoples have regard for family ties, Xizor said, after a moments pause. What in the name of all the denizens of space is he getting at? Durga wondered. The Hutt Lord was com-pletely in the dark, and that irritated him greatly. Yes, that is also true, Your Highness, Durga agreed after a moment, keeping his voice neutral.

My sources reveal that you may need some assis-tance in discovering the truth behind your parents death, Lord Durga, Xizor said. Apparently some . . . irregularities have surfaced. How did he learn about the forensic report so quickly? Durga wondered, then he mentally shook himself. This was Black Sun he was talking to, the greatest criminal or-ganization in the entire galaxy. It was possible that not even the Emperor himself had better spy networks.

My people are conducting investigations, Durga said, neutrally. I will let you know if I require assis-tance, Your Highness. But I am gratified by your wish to help me in my bereavement. Xizor inclined his head respectfully. Family must be honored, debts must be paid, and, when necessary, vengeance must be swift, Lord Durga. I am sure my sources could be of considerable assistance to you. He looked Durga square in the eye. Lord Durga, let me be frank. Black Suns interests in the Outer Rim are not being served as capably as they could be. It seems to me that we would do well to ally ourselves with the natural masters of that region of space-the Hutts. And it is very evident to me that you, Lord Durga, are Nal Huttas rising star.

Durga was not flattered by Xizors words, nor reas-sured. Instead he flashed back to a conversation with his parent. Prince Xizor had contacted Aruk several times in the past two decades, and had made the Be-sadii lord several similar offers. Aruk had always refused as gracefully as possible. The Besadii Lord knew better than to anger Xizor, but he did not want to become one of the Falleen princes lieutenants, or, as Xizor termed them, Wigos.

The power of Black Sun is seductive, my child, Aruk had said. But beware it, for there is no turning back as long as Prince Xizor is alive. Easier in some way to say no to the Emperor himself. Give Black Sun a kilometer, and they will take a parsee. Remember this, Durga.

I remember, Durga thought, and faced the holo-image squarely. I will think upon your words, Prince Xizor, Durga said. But at the moment, Hutt custom demands that I pursue my investigations and possible vengeance as a sacred... and solo... trust.

Xizor inclined his head again. I quite understand, Lord Durga. I shall look forward to hearing from you when you have had the time to ponder my proposal.

Thank you, Your Highness, Durga said. Your con-cern honors me, and your friendship pleases me. For the first time, Xizor smiled faintly, then he reached out and broke the connection. The moment the princes holo-image vanished , Durga let himself slump. He felt exhausted after fencing with the Falleen prince, but congratulated himself that hed held up rather well. Ylesia. He wants a share in Ylesia, he thought. Well, Xizor could want all he pleased, but wanting wasnt the same thing as getting, as every sentient child soon discovers.

If Xizor knew that I had authorized another colony on Ylesia, and sent survey teams to Nyrvona to begin choosing the best spot for a new Pilgrim planet, hed be twice as eager, he thought. Good thing hed been very close-mouthed about his ambitions for the new Besadii expansion. Durga had a sudden, vivid vision of a whole handful of Ylesias, worlds where raw spice was turned into pure profit by contented, happy Pilgrims. Perhaps I could even expand into the Core Worlds, he thought. Palpa-tine would not stop me, he values the slaves I sell his minions .... The Hutt lord smiled, and went gliding back to his interrupted dinner, appetite fully restored. Far away, on Imperial Center, Prince Xizor turned away from his comm unit. Not just a crafty Hutt, but an eloquent one, it seems, he commented to his human-replica assassin droid, Guri. Durga is proving more of a challenge than I expected.

Tile HRD who bore the seeming of a surpassingly beautiful human woman-made a very subtle move-ment of one hand. Yet the meaning-and menace-in her gesture were unmistakable. Why not eliminate him, then, my prince. Easy enough to do ....

Xizor nodded. For you, Guri, not even a Hutt thick skin would prove a challenge, I know, he said. But killing a potentid opponent is not nearly so efficient and effective as making him a dedicated subordinate. The young Besadii lord control of his clan and his kajidic is still tenuous, by all report, my prince, Guri said. It is possible that Jabba the Hutt might prove a better candidate? Xizor shook his head. Jabba has been of use to me in the past, he said. We have traded information-almost all of which I already knew-and I have done him some favors. I would rather have him beholden to me, so that when I choose to have him return these favors, he will do so with... enthusiasm. Jabba respects Black Sun. Fears it, too, though he would never admit it.

Guri nodded. Most beings in the galaxy who had any sense-and any knowledge of Black Sun, which the vast majority of sentients did not-were afraid of Black Sun.

Also, Jabba is too... independent, too used to hav-ing his own way, Xizor continued, thoughtfully. On the other hand, Durga is equdly intelligent, and, unlike Jabba, he is still young enough to be effectively . . . molded... into what I wish him to be. He would make a valuable addition to Black Sun. Hutts are ruthless and venal. In short, ideal.

Understood, my prince, she replied, composedly. Guri was always composed. She was, after all, an artifi-cid creation-though she was as far above most of the clanking, clumsy droids most people thought of when they thought of droids as Prince Xizor was above one of the slithering creatures that were his distant evolution-ary cousins.

Xizor walked over to his form-chair and dropped into it, stretching almost lazily while the chair hastily con-formed to his every move. Thoughtfully, he stroked one sharp-nailed finger down his cheek, the talon barely grazing his greenish skin. Black Sun needs a foothold in Hutt space, and Durga is my best chance of gaining it. Also... Besadii controls Ylesia, and that operation, though small in scde compared to most of Black Sun enterprises, impresses me. Lord Aruk was a most cun-ning old Hutt. He would never work for me... but his son may be a different matter.

What is your plan, my prince? Guri asked.

I shall give Durga time to redize just how much he needs Black Sun, Xizor replied. Guri, have Durga in-vestigations into Aruk death closely monitored. I want our operatives to stay ahead of Durga own knowledge of the forensics teams findings. I wish to know how Aruk died before the Besadii lord does. She nodded. As you wish, my prince.

And if the discoveries of Durga forensics team provide links back to Aruk murderer-most likely Jili-ac or Jabba-then I want that link eliminated in the most subtle way. I do not want Durga to realize that he is being deliberately thwarted in his search for his fathers killer... is that clear? It is, my prince. It shall be as you wish.

Good. Xizor looked pleased. Let Durga play de-tective if he wishes for a few months . . . even a year. Let him chase his own slimy tail. The frustration will build, until he is only too happy to throw in his lot-and a goodly percentage of Ylesia-with Black Sun.

Han Solo arrived back at his shabby flat on Nar Shaddaa in the early hours of the morning to find the assorted denizens of his motley household still fast asleep. That didnt last long, though. Hey, everyone!

the Corellian bellowed. Chewie! Jarik! Wake up! I won! Lookit this! He ran through the apartment, yelling and waving a stack of credit vouchers thick enough to choke a bantha. Han and Chewie shared their dilapidated fiat with his young friend Jarik and an ancient droid named ZeeZee Han had won off Mako Spince in a recent friendly game of sabacc. After spending a month or two in ZeeZees company, however, Han was pretty sure that Mako, an experienced card sharp, had cooked that deck to make sure he lost.

As a house-droid, ZeeZee had proved a twittery, stammering nuisance rather than a help. Hah had got-ten so annoyed with the droids efforts to clean up the place that several times hed considered junking the blasted antique, but somehow hed never gotten around to it. Finally, in disgust, Han had ordered ZeeZee to leave everything the way it is!

Jarik Solo was a street kid from the depths of Nar Shaddaa. About a year ago hed introduced himself to Han as a distant relative. Hed obviously been in awe of Han, who was known far and wide as one of the hottest pilots around. Jarik was a brash, good-looking kid, and he reminded Han a little of himself when hed been in his late teens. The Corellian had had Jariks claim inves-tigated, and turned up the truth-Jarik had no more right to the name Solo than Chewie did. But by the time Han knew for sure they werent related, that Jarik was lying, hed gotten kind of attached to the boy. So hed let him hang around, even fly with them, and Jarik had turned into a pretty fair gunner.

Despite the youths fears, hed proven himself at the Battle of Nar Shaddaa, shooting down several TIE fighters, and helping Han, Lando and Salla Zend turn the tide of the engagement. So Han had never told the youth that he knew the truth. It was important for Jarik to have a sense of identity, even if it was a false one. And Han was willing to let the kid borrow his last name.

Now, as he raced around his apartment, Han was bouncing off the walls with excitement as his groggy friends gathered around. Cmon, wake up! Han shouted. I won, guys! And I won the Falcon from

.Lando!

Hearing the exciting news, Chewbacca roared, Jarik cheered, and poor ZeeZee was so confused by the ex-citement that the elderly droid short-circuited and had to be reset. After a round of back-slapping and con-gratulations, Han, Chewie and Jarik headed immedi-ately for Landos used-spaceship lot, with Landos marker in hand.

After the formalities of ownership exchange had been processed, Han stood back, just looking at the Millennium Falcon. Mine... he said, and grinned un-til his face hurt. The Corellians mind filled with plans for fixing up the Falcon. There were so many things he wanted to do, to modify her into being the ship of his dreams. And, thanks to the sabacc tournament... he had the credits to do them!

For one thing, he intended to get Shug and Sla to help him s,dvage the military armor plating off the Im-perial derelict Liquidator, a bulk cruiser that had be-come a casualty of the Battle of Nar Shaddaa. The airless hulk was still drifting amidst the space junk or-biting the Smuggler Moon. Better armor plating would be a priority. Han didnt want what had hap-pened to the Bria happening to the Falcon. Another thing, he wanted a getaway blaster he could lower from the ships belly. Smuggling could get risky, sometimes, and a quick exit was required. A quick exit with cover fire was even better.... Yes, and he was going to overhaul the Falcons hyper-drive, and install a light blaster cannon under the nose. Concussion missile launchers, definitely. And maybe hed move the quad laser turrets so theyd be one on top of the other, instead of on top and on the ships fight side. Perhaps stronger shielding, too? Han stood there with his friepds, contemplating his ship, dreaming of what he could do to her and with her... modifying the YT-1300 into the perfect ship. His ultimate smuggling ship. Fake compartments, he muttered.

What? Jarik turned to him. What did you say, Han? I said Im gonna build some fake compartments un-der the decking, kid, Han said, throwing an arm around the youth shoulders. He grinned up at Chew-bacca. And guess who gets to help me?

Jarik grinned back at him. Great! Whats your first cargo going to be? Hah thought for a moment. Our first port of call is gonna be Kashyyyk. Id say a nice load of bowcaster ex-plosive quarrels would probably do well, there, what do you think, Chewie? Chewbacca voiced his agreement, long and loud. Now that the Wookiee knew that hed be going home, he was more excited at the prospect than Han had ever seen him before. Two days later, with the Falcons new below-decks compartments crammed with contraband, Hah Solo flew his ship out of Shug Ninxs spacebarn and headed straight up, exulting in the MiUennium Falcons quick acceleration. Chewie was in the eopilots seat, and Jarik was riding along as gunner. Han hoped to avoid hnpe-rial patrols, but he intended to be prepared for a fight if one erupted. Kashyyyk was an Imperial protectorate (transla-tion slave) world. The Imperials had managed to pacify the inhabitants, though they kept their forays into Wookiee cities and homes to a minimum, and they always went heavily armed, and in numbers. Wookiees were known to have quick tempers and to act impulsively.

Han managed to dodge the Imp patrols and to stay out of range of any sensor satellites as he approached the verdant sphere that was Kashyyyk. The Wookiee homeworld was mostly forest, covered with monstrous wroshyr trees, with four continents divided by bands of ocean. Archipelagoes of islands dotted the gleaming coastal seas like emeralds scattered across blue satin. There were only a few desert regions, mostly on the rain-shadow side of the equatorial mountain ranges. When they were within communication range, Chewbaeea took over the comm station, setting a coded frequency, then speaking into the corem in a series of grunts, growls, hours, barks, and hrnnns that, to the un-trained human ear, sounded exactly like his usual speech but wasnt. Han frowned, realizing that, although many of the words sounded familiar, he basically hadnt understood a word that his friend had said. When Chewie stopped speaking into the comm, a voice came back, giving a se-ries of what were obviously directives.

Han, who had been watching the sensors sharply, made a uick course correction There was an Imperial ship taking off, just past the limb of the planet.

Jarik, look sharp, kid, he said, keying the ships in-tercom. I dont think weve been spotted, but let be ready.

Several tense seconds later, Han heaved a sigh of re-lief as the instruments indicated that the ImP vessel was proceeding serenely on its way, unaware of them.

When Han turned back to Chewie, the Wookiee launched into a series of directives and coordinates that his contact had given him. Han was to fly low, actually within the boundaries of the tallest wroshyr treetops, and to be prepared to make precise course changes the instant Chewbacca told him to. Okay, pal, the Corellian said. It your world, and youre the boss. But... what was that lingo you were talkin? Some kinda Wook code?

Chewbacca chuckled, then explained to his human friend that the Imperials were so stupid that most of them didnt even realize that all Wookiees were not the same. There were several related, but somewhat dif-ferent, Wookiee sub-species. Han already knew that Chewbacca was a rwook, and bore the typical brown, red and chestnut hair of that people. He also knew that the language that he had learned to understand, but not speak, was called Shyriiwook, which, loosely translated, meant, tongue of the tree-people.

Chewie went on to explain that the language Han had just heard him speak, xaczik, was a traditional tribal language spoken by the Wookiees indigenous to the Wartaki island and several outlying coastal regions. It was seldom heard, since Shyriiwook was the common language of trade and travel. So, when the Imperials had taken over Kashyyyk, the Wookiee underground had adopted xaczik as their code language. They used it whenever they had to give directives or pass along in-formation that they didnt want the Imperials finding out about.

Hah nodded. Okay, pal. You just tell me how to fly, and where, and Ill take us where your buddies in the underground tell me.

Flying low, skimming barely above, and, at times, be-tween the tip-top branches of the wroshyr trees, Hah sent the Falcon blasting along in the precise course and speed Chewie specified. Every minute or so, the Wook-ice conferred with his underground contact.

Finally, as they neared Chewie hometown, Rwookr-rorro, a kilometer-wide city set on platforms made by crisscrossing branches of the wroshyrs, Hans copilot made him shear off in a dangerous swoop and take them straight down between the branches for a thirty-second plunge. Hans heart was in his mouth as the Falcon dived like its namesake into the green forest, but Chewie coordinates were right on the credits.

Even though it looked through the viewport as though they were going to be engulfed and smashed to fiinders, nothing touched the ship. Chewie barked an order, and Han shouted, Hard to port... now!

He sent the Falcon into a screaming left turn, then, before him, saw something that the Corellian at first took to be a huge cave, a vast black hole waiting to swal-low them up. But as he neared it, Han realized that what it was in actuality was a massive wroshyr branch, balanced across other equally huge branches. Either by accident or de-sign, the branch had split off from the main tree, and been hollowed out, to form a cave the size of a small Imperial docking bay. You want me to land in there? Hah hollered at the Wookiee. What if we dont fit? Chewies snarled comment assured Han that of course they would fit.

Hah fired his braking thrusters hard as he neared the cave opening. They passed through it, and suddenly the muted sunlight was gone, and the space before them was revealed only by the Falcons infrared sensors and the beams of the landing lights.

Han killed the last of their forward motion, then low-ered them onto their landing struts, using his repulsors.

Moments after they touched down, Jarik appeared in the doorway of the cockpit. The youths hair was prac-tically standing on end. Hah, youre crazier than I thought! That landing--!

Shut up, kid, Han snapped. Chewie was howling at him insistently, demanding that Han immediately turn off .all power in the Falcon except for the batteries to power the airlocks, and to do it now!

Okay, okay, Han muttered, doing as he was told. Keep your fur on .... Quickly he killed all the power, save for the batteries. The interior of the ship was now lit only by the weak, red-tinted emergency lights. So, want to tell me just what is going on? the Corellian grumbled. Fly here, turn there, land here, turn off the power... good thing Im a sweet-natured guy who learned to take orders while I was in the Navy. So what gives?

Chewbacca urgently beckoned the humans to follow him. The Wookiee seemed nearly beside himself with excitement. He roared his pleasure and his eagerness to breathe the air of his homeworld. Outside, something clanged against the Falcon new armor-plating. Hey! Hah yelled, jumping up and el-bowing his hairy friend out of the way, watch it, that my hull!

Hitting the open ramp release, Hah raced down the ramp, then stopped in wonder. When hed first flown into the cave it had seemed a tight ft, but now he real-ized the place was so big it had echoes. Back at the entrance, a hydraulic lift whined as it raised a huge curtain of some kind of camouflage net over the entrance. Teams of Wookiees were busily draping the Falcon in more netting. Chewie came up behind him, and growled a soft apology for not warning his friend better about what was going to happen. Let me guess, Han said, survey-ing the nets. Those things contain either jamming nodes or they send out some kind of camouflage fre-quency, so the Imps cant trace us here. Chewbacca confirmed Han guess. Local Wookiees used this landing site to receive smuggled goods, and they knew the drill.

Wow, Jarik muttered. The young man was staring around the cave in openmouthed wonder as the lights came up. The inside of the cave was a well-stocked, completely functional docking site and repair facility. Wow! This is something!

Han still couldnt believe they were standing inside a tree. No, not a tree, but a tree branch. If one branch of a wroshyr was this big, the idea of the whole tree was mind-boggling. He shook his head. I gotta admit, Chewie, your people have got a slick operation here. After carefully locking the Falcon, Han and Jarik fol-lowed Chewie out toward the front of the cave. There they were introduced to a crowd of Wookiees. Han had some trouble following the conversation, because he wasnt used to hearing seven Wookiees talking rapidly all at the same time. Chewbacca was howled at, hugged, thumped, shaken, thumped some more and generally exclaimed over with great joy.

When Chewie introduced Han as his honor brother to whom he owed a life debt for freeing him from slavery, Han in turn was in grave danger of being similarly thumped, shaken, etc., but, thankfully, Chew-bacca intervened and provided more conventional in-troductions. Not all of the Wookiees understood Basic, so a lot of translating was necessary.

Three of the Wookiees Han met were relatives of Chewiek... the Wookiee with the whorls of auburn hair turned out to be his sister, Kallabow. Jowdrrl, a smaller, chestnut colored female (Han was surprised to note that he could actually see a family resemblance!) was a cousin, and Dryanta, a darker brown male, was another cousin. The other four were members of the Wookiee underground resistance movement, who had come in especially to meet Han and negotiate for his cargo.

Motamba was an older Wookiee, a munitions expert whose blue eyes lit up when Han revealed how many boxes of explosive quarrels he had to sell. Katarra was a young Wookiee, younger than Chewbacca, and she was the underground resistances leader, as near as Han could tell. The Wookiees listened to her with a great deal of respect. She consulted regularly with her father, Tarkazza, a burly male who was the first Wookiee with black fur Han had ever seen. He had a stripe of silver-colored fur running down his back, which was evidently a family trait, for Katarra had one, too, though her fur was brown and tan.

After several minutes of confusion, Chewbacca roared an order to his friends. Hah caught most of it. Something about, fetch the quulaars. What are quulaars ? Han wondered. He soon found out. Two long bag-like pieces of wo-ven fabric-or was it woven hair?--were produced. Chewbacca turned to Hah, and pointed from the Corel-lian to the quulaar. Han stared at his friend, incredulous, trod shook his head. Get inside? You want me and Jarik to crawl into those things? So you can carry us up the trees? No way, pal! I can climb, just as good as you can. Chewbacca looked at his friend and shook his head. Then he grabbed Hank arm, and hustled the Corellian over to the entrance to the cave, and, lifting the camou-flage hanging, gestured Hah to step outside, onto the lip of the cave.

Jarik had followed them outside, as had the other Wookiees. The youth was confused, having understood almost nothing of what had been said. Hah? What do they want? They want us to crawl into these sacks, kid, so they can haul us up the tree trunks until we can catch the lift for Rwookrrorro. I just told Chewie no way, that I can climb just as good ms he can. Jarik walked over to the lip and cautiously leaned over to look down. Then he walked back to Hah, gave him a long, silent look. Without speaking, he began climbing into his quulaar. Out of curiosity, Han walked over to look down, too. Hed known it intellectually, of course, but it was one thing to know it with his brain, another to know it in his gut. He was kilometers high in the air. Below him the forest went on... and on... and on ....

The tree .trunks stretched down, past the point where Hank excellent eyesight could distinguish them from each other. Despite all his piloting experience and his outstanding sense of balance, the sight made Hans head swim for a moment. He walked back to Chew-bacca, who was helpfully holding out the quulaar. When Han hesitated, the Wookiee flexed his powerful hands and made his claws pop out. They were very sharp, and, coupled with Chewie great strength, would enable him to dig deep into a tree trunk when climbing. Im gonna regret this ....Han muttered, and climbed into the sack. Chewbacca wanted to carry Hah, but his relatives convinced him that, since it had been a long time since hed done any forest-traversing, it would be better if he had only himself to worry about. So Motamba carried Jarik, and Tarkazza carried Han, both humans stuffed inside their respective quu-laars. Hah wanted to look out, but Tarkazza was firm, pushing the humans head down into the sack, warning him to keep his arms inside, too, and to stay still, so he wouldnt disturb his carrier balance. Inside the quulaar, Han felt the bag sway as Tarkazza walked to the edge of the platform lip. Then, with a grunt and a powerful leap, the Wookiee launched him-self. They were falling, falling!

Hah barely managed to hold back a yell, and he heard Jarik let out a short, bitten-off cry. Seconds later Tarkazza smacked into a hard surface, clung, then began climbing rapidly upward. Leaves swished against the quulaar. Han had just started to re-lax, when suddenly they leaped again!

The next few minutes, all Han could do was try not to move, and to keep concentrating on not being sick. The sack swung and jerked and spun and slapped against the tree trunks, despite Tarkazza best efforts. Swing, scramble, climb.

Leap, grip, swing.

Grab, grunt, swing-climb ....

Han finally had to close his eyes, not that he could see much anyway, and just try to hang on. It seemed as though the nightmare journey took hours, but Hah real-ized when he checked his chrono later, that it had taken only about fifteen minutes.

Finally, with a last swing and grunt of effort, the movement stopped, and Hah found himself lying on the ground, still inside the quulaar. When the world around him stopped spinning (which took a moment) the Corellian began clawing his way out of the sack.

Moments later, he was standing, legs braced wide apart for balance, on the great platform where the great, mostly enclosed city of Rwookrrorro was located. It was a massive, flattened ovoid, with homes studding the out-skirts and scattered all over the platform. Branches grew straight up along the avenues, through the material mak-ing up the streets, adding touches of green. The world steadied around Han, and he drew a deep breath. The city before him was beautiful, in a way that Was hard to describe. Not as pastel as Cloud City, Rwookrrorro had some of the same openness and airi-ness. Perhaps because it was, like Cloud City, so high up?

Some of the buildings were several stories tall, yet they harmonized, somehow, with the treetops. All around them the vivid green topmost branches of the wroshyr trees swayed in the breeze. The sky overhead was blue, with a hint of green. Thick, flattened masses of sparkling white clouds drifted by. Hearing a strangled gurgle, Hah looked over and saw Jarik, bent over, clutching his middle, obviously in dis-tress. He went over and touched the youths shoulder. Hey, kid, you okay? Jarik shook his head, then looked as though hed re-gretted doing that. Tm gonna be okay, he mumbled. Jus tryin not to upchuck ....

There a trick to that, Han said mock-seriously.

Just dont think about traladon and tuber stew.

Jarik gave Hah a quick, betrayed glance, then, hand over his mouth, bolted for the edge of the platform. The Corellian shrugged, then turned to find Chewie filere. Poor guy. Hey, Chewie, what a way to travel. Good thing your people brought those sacks along.

What do you usually carry in them? Luggage?

Chewbacca lip curled, then he gave a brief, amused translation of the word quulaar. Hah bristled. Baby-sack? You haul Wook babies around in em?

Chewbacca began to laugh, and the madder his hu-man friend got, the more the Wooldee cracked up. Hah was rescued by a roar from a party of Woollees coming their way from the city. There were at least ten of them, all ages. Hah noted a somewhat stooped, short, graying Wooldee, and just then Chewbacca took off, racing toward the newcomers with roars of joy.

Watching Chewie thump and pound and hug the old Woollee, Hah turned to Kallabow, who, thankfully, understood Basic. Attichitcuk? he guessed, naming Chewbacca father.

Chewbacca sister confirmed that, yes indeed, that was their father, Attichitcuk, who had talked of nothing else since discovering that his son would soon be home.

There someone else that Chewie looking forward to seeing, Han said. Mallatobuck. She still live here in Rwookrrorro?

Kallabow formidable teeth flashed in a Wooldee grin and she nodded, human-style. She married? Hah asked, dreading the answer. He had some idea of how much that question meant to his best friend.

Kallabows grin widened, as slowly, deliberately, she shook her head, no. Han grinned back. Whoo-hoo! Thats something to celebrate, I guess!

Hah felt a touch onhis shoulder, and turned to find Katarra standing there, with yet another male Woollee. To Han profound astonishment, the tall Wookiee opened his mouth and said, in amazingly understandable Wooldee, [Greetings, Captain Solo. I am Ralrracheen. Please call me Ralrra. We are honored, Hansolo, that you have come to Kashyyyk.]

Han mouth dropped open with surprise. It had taken him years to learn to understand Woollee speech, and he couldnt pronounce it even after many efforts. And yet this Woollee spoke in a fashion that Han could understand very easily-and could even have repro-duced. Hey! Han blurted. How do you do that?

[A speech impediment,] the Woollee said. [Unfortu-nate for me when conversing with my own people, but, when humans visit Kashyyyk, it is useful.]

It sure is .... Han muttered, still amazed.

With Ralrra help, Han and Katarra were able to be-gin negotiations over the cargo of explosive quarrels.

[We need them desperately,] Ralrra said. [But we are not asking for charity. We have something to trade for them, Captain.]

And what that? Han wondered.

[Armor from Imperial stormtroopers,] Ralrra said. [My people began collecting it from soldiers who had no further use for it, first as trophies, then because we learned it was valuable. We have many suits and helmets.]

Han thought about that. Stormtrooper armor was indeed made from valuable materials, and could be recycled as other kinds of body armor. It also could be chemically melted and then recast. Like to take a look at it, he said, but we may have ourselves a trade there. He shrugged. Course... used armor aint worth much ....

Which wasnt true. A suit of stormtrooper armor in good shape was worth well over two thousand credits, depending on the market. But hey, Hah thought. Theyve got no use fir it, and I gotta make a profit on this trip .... I aint in the handout business ....

Katarra hrrrrnnnnned vehemently, than spoke to the interpreter in rapid, accented Shyriiwook that Han had trouble following. Something about a dawn-haired human?

Ralrra turned back to Han. [Katarra says that she knows that the armor is valuable. She knows because the female from your world of CoreIlia, with hair the color of sunrise, told her so.]

Han attention was suddenly focused completely on the underground leader. Corellian? he said, sharply. A Corellian woman? Fair-haired?

Ralrra conferred briefly with Katarra. [Yes. She came here just after our most recent Life Day-about a stan-dard year, Captain-and she met with the leaders of the Underground, advising us on organization, codes, tac-tics, and so forth. She was a member of the resistance movement on your homeworld.]

Han stared at Katarra. Her name. What was her naln ?

Ralrra turned to the underground leader, spoke rapidly, then turned back. [Katarra says that she did not know her name, which is standard procedure, in case of interrogation. During her visit, we called her Quarrr-tellerrra which means sun-haired warrior.]

Han took a deep breath. What did she look like? he asked. I may know this Corellian. She may be... He hesitated. She may be my... mate. We were sepa-rated long ago, by the Empire. Which was true, strictly speaking. Bria had left when Han was preparing to go into the Imperial Academy saying she didnt want to hold him back. He s till had the flimsy shed written him. It was stupid, keeping it, and every time he ran across it, he resolved to throw it away, but, somehow, he never had .... Katarras wary expression visibly softened upon hear-ing this. She put out a paw-hand and laid it on Han arm, expressing sympathy. The Empire was evil, had torn apart so many families .... Ralrra made a gesture in the air on the level of Han nose. [This tall,] he said. [Long hair, the color of the sunset . . . golden-red. Eyes the color of our sky. Not wide.] His hands described a slender form. [She was the leader of the team, a person of rank. She said she had been asked to come to Kashyyyk because she under-stood what it was like to live as a slave. She told us she had been a slave, on the planet Ylesia, and she would give her life to free Kashyyyk and any other world en-slaved by the Empire. She spoke with much passion.]

Ralrra voice changed slightly, took on a more persona] note. [I, too, was a slave until my friends freed me from the Empire. Quarrr-tellerrra spoke truth about having been enslaved. I could tell. She knew what it was like. We talked much of how much we hate the Empire.]

Hans mouth was dry. He managed to nod, and mumble, Thanks for telling me .... Bria, he thought, numbly. Bria, a member of the Corellian rebellion? How in the galaxy did that happen? It was wonderful to be back on his own world. Chew-bacca was taken from home to home, and his father, Attichitcuk, proudly showed off his son, the adven-turer, the former slave, and his human friends. All of the Wookiees made much of Hah and Jarik.

Of course, Kashyyyk was a world occupied by Im-perial forces, so care had to be exercised to conceal Hans real purpose in coming there. For the duration of his stay, Han donned clothing more befitting one of the human traders who lived in Rwookrrorro. He and Jarik posed as brothers whod come to trade trinkets and household items with the Wookiees. This fiction was strengthened by the fact that both humans had brown hair and eyes, and Jarik was only a little shorter than Han. The Imperial presence of Kashyyyk was mostly con-fined to the posts scattered around the planet. Troopers were sent out in squads, since single troopers had a dis-turbing tendency to vanish without a trace.

Han and Jarik were careful to avoid any contact with the Imperial squads that occasionally patrolled Rwookr-rorro. And, with the Millennium Falcon concealed in the special smuggler dock, protected by the camou-flaged and jamming devices, there was nothing to link them with any illegal activity. Han spent time with the Woollee techs down in the spacedock, tinkering with his new baby. Several of the Woollees were experienced techs, and they spent hours with the Corellian, checking out every system, over-hauling every bit of equipment. The Falcon was far from a new ship, but, under the ministrations of the Woollee techs, it was now in better shape than it had been for a long time. Chewbacca hadnt realized how much hed missed his home and family. Seeing them all again made him tempted to come home for good but that was not pos-sible. Chewie owed a life debt, and his place was by Han Solo side.

Still, he enjoyed his time on Kashyyyk. He visited with all his cousins, with his sister and her family. Since Chewie had last been home, Kallabow had married a fine male named Mahraccor. Chewie loved playing with his nephew. The little Woollee was smart and fun to be with, with a lively cu-riosity about the universe. He spent hours getting his uncle to talk about his adventures out in the spacelanes.

In addition to Chewbacca family, he saw old friends . . . Freyrr, his second cousin, the best tracker in the family, Kriyystak, and Shoran. It was a source of sorrow that Salporin, Chewies best Wookiee friend, was not there. He had been captured and enslaved by the Empire, and there was no news of his fate-no one even knew if he was alive or dead.

Chewbacca mourned his friend, wondering if hed ever see him again.

But he didnt have time to mourn very much. Life on Kashyyyk was too busy. In addition to all his friends and family, there was... Mallatobuck.

The Wookiee female was even lovelier than Chewie had remembered, and her shy blue glance was even more intriguing. He saw her their first night at home, and was pleased to discover that shed journeyed from a neighboring village, where she had been working as a teacher and caregiver in a Nursery Ring. Malla had many friends in Rwookrrorro, and it didnt take much urging from Chexvie to convince her to extend her visit there.

The two spent long hours wandering the boughtrails, looking up at the nighttime sky, heating the soft sounds of the arboreal dwellers. They did not talk much, but their silence was filled with unspoken things ....

On his third day on Kashyyyk, Chewbacca decided it was time to go hunting. Hah was busy haggling with Katarra, Kichiir and Motaruba about the cargo of ex-plosive quarrels. His friend would be occupied for hours. The Corellian had taken a sudden, unaccus-tomed interest in the resistance here on Kashyyyk, something that Chewie would have found puzzling, and a bit disturbing, if hed noticed it. Usually Han was nothing but scornful toward sentients who risked their necks (or whatever equiv,dent body part) for causes other than their own well-being.

But Chewie was too distracted to notice Hans odd behavior. He was concentrating on bagging himself a quillarat. Quillarats are smallish creatures, standing only half a meter high. They are reclusive little animals, hard to find, because they were a mottled brownish-green in color, and tended to simply melt into the sur-rounding brush.

The most distinctive feature of the quillarat was the long, needle-sharp quills that studded most of its body. Capturing and killing a quillarat was soinething of a challenge, because the beasts could actually hurl their quills at a hunter. Wookiee males (and only males hunted quillarats) had to approach the creature with some kind of shield to collect the barrage of quills until the quillarat supply of throwable quills was exhausted.

To complicate matters, tradition declared that the quillarat must be hunted bare-handed, and killed by blows delivered by a Wookiees own strength, as op-posed to quarrels or any other kind of projectile. Chewbacca did not tell anyone about his quest. He simply waited until late in the day, when darkness would be deepening in the lower levels, then left Rwookrrorro and began his long climb downward. Even Wookiees never went down all the way to Kashyyyks surface. There were rumored to be night-crawlers down there that feasted on the blood and spir-its of their victims. It was said that the spirits of those who had not honored their debts sank down to the sur-face, and prowled there, ready and waiting to trap and kill anyone foolish enough to come near them. There were reputedly seven levels of distinct ecology on Kashyyyk, with the seventh level being the topmost tree branches. Normally, not even the bravest Wookiees ever descended below the fourth level, and even Wookiee legend did not speculate on what lay below that. No one that Chewbacca had ever known had walked on the actual surface of his world. The bottom-most levels of Kashyyyk were a mystery... and would likely remain so.

To bag his quillarat, Chewie had to travel down be-low the fifth level. Life was different here, for the forest in the late afternoon was almost completely dark. Ani-mals down at this level had large eyes to facilitate their living at such dim light levels. There were dangerous predators... the kkekkrrg rro, or Shadow Keepers, that had ventured up a level to hunt, and the katarn. Chew-bacca kept a sharp eye out, his every sense alert.

Old habits came back to him as he traveled the forest trails, seeing bridal-veil suckers, broad-leafed mock shyr, and kshyy vines in profusion. Things were not really green down here, but pale and washed-out look-ing. There was not enough sunlight to support the green growth from above. Chewbacca walked the broad trails, feeling the rough bark of the wroshyr boughs beneath his feet. His eyes moved constantly, searching for quillarat spoor. His nostrils twitched, filtering and identifying the scents he had not whiffed in more than fifty years.

The Wookiee gaze was caught and held by a tiny scrape of the wroshyr bark, and a small rip in the trac-ery of the bridal veil plant next to it. The height was correct... yes, a quillarat quills had done this, and... Chewie dropped to one knee to examine the spoor... not long ago. The animal had been heading off, on this far smaller, secondary bough. Chewbacca walked warily down a bough-trail not much more than two meters across. On either side of him yawlled the green-brown-gray gulfs of the forest.

The Woollee kept every sense alert, eyes scanning, ears listening for the faintest rustle, nostrils twitching. Quillarats had a distinctive, and, to a Woollee, entic-ing odor.

His shield, made from woven strips of bark on a lashed-together frame, was held ready on his left forearm.

Chewie steps slowed... then the Woollee stopped, every muscle poised. There! Amid those leaves!

The quillarat froze, sensing danger. Chexvie leaped, shield held out. Suddenly the air before him was filled with a rain of quills. They thudded into the shield, for the most part, though a few embedded themselves in the Woollee shoulders and chest. Chewbaccas right hand went out, grabbed the quillarat by the quilled tail, moving his hand in a particular twist that made the quills lie flat be-neath his flesh.

The terrified animal squawked, turned to bite, but it was too late. Chewie heaved it up, and sent it thudding hard against the bough beneath his feet. Stunned, the animal went limp, and another quick swing dispatched it altogether.

Only then did Chewbacca take a moment to pull the quills from his chest and shoulders, and spread a salve on the tiny, burning wounds. His right hand had one small puncture, which he also treated. Then, wrapping the quillarat in the woven bag hed brought, the Woollee began a triumphant journey back to Rwookrrorro.

It took him quite a while to find Mallatobuck. He didnt want to ask anyone where she was, since any of his friends and family would be bound to identify the scent of the quillarat in his bag. Chewie wasnt in the mood for advice or jokes.

But, finally, he located her, wandering along a little-used trail. By now two of Kashyyyks three tiny moons had risen, and moonlight silvered her fur as she wan-dered along, not at first noticing that anyone was ap-proaching her.

She had been picking kolvissh blossoms and weaving their stems into a headpiece. As Chewie watched her, she placed the flowers on her head, tucking their fragile white beauty behind her left ear. Chewbacca halted on the trail and stood there, lost in wonder at her beauty. His stillness attracted her at-tention as his movement had not, and she stopped, looked up, and saw him.

[Chewbacca,] she said softly. [I did not see you .... ]

[Malla,] Chewie said. [I have something for you. A gift that I hope you will accept .... ]

She froze, eyes wide with either consternation or hope, as he walked toward her, bag in hand. Let it be hope she feels, Chewie thought fervently. By my honor, let it be hope .... As he stopped before her, Chewbacca, in one fluid motion, knelt and removed the quillarat from its bag. Careful of the quills, he balanced the animal across his palms and held it up to Mallatobuck. His heart was pounding as though hed climbed all the way from ground level.

[Mallatobuck...] Chewie tried to get the rest of it out, but his voice failed him. He was overcome with fear, as he had never been in battle. What if she refused him? What if she took his traditional proposd-offering and tossed it off the trail, sending the dead quillarat, and his hope of happiness, plummeting into the depths?

Malla stared at him for a long moment. [Chew-bacca... you have been long away from your people. Do you remember our customs? Do you know what you are offering?]

Relief flooded Chewie, for her tone was bantering, flirtatious.

[I know,] he replied. [My memory is good. In all the years I was gone, I never for a moment forgot your face, your strength, your eyes, Mallatobuck. I dreamed of the day that we could be married. Will you? Will you take me for your husband?]

She replied in the traditional manner by cautiously picking up the stiffening quillarat and taking a big bite out of its soft underbelly.

Chewies heart was flooded with joy. She accepts me/ We are betrothed! Getting up off his knees, he followed Malla to a sheltered niche behind a screen of leaves. There they sat down close together and shared the quil-larat, nibbling delicately on its tasty entrails, savoring its liver, feeding each other choice bits of this greatest of Wookiee delicacies.

[I had proposals, you know,] Mallatobuck said. [Peo-ple told me I was foolish for waiting so long. They said you were dead, that you would never return to Kashyyyk. But I knew, somehow... I knew that was not so. I waited, and now my joy fills the world.]

Tenderly, Chewbacca licked blood and tissue off her face, washing her, as she returned the favor. Her fur was silky on his tongue.

[Malla . . . you know about the life debt I have pledged to Hah Solo?] Chewie asked, as, sated, they sat back, arms around each other.

Malla voice quivered just a tiny bit. [I know. I cherish your honor as my own, my husband-to-be. But let us be married quickly, so we may have as much time together as possible before you and Captain Solo must depa.] [Nothing would please me more,] Chewie said. [How quickly can you be ready? How long will it take to prepare your wedding veil?]

She chuckled, a rich, throaty sound in the darkness. [It has been ready for fifty years, Chewbacca. Ready and waiting.]

Chewbacca heart was full of love and pride. [To-morrow, then, Malla.]

[Tomorrow, Chewbacca .... ]

Teroenza, High Priest of Ylesia, lounged back in his resting sling, watching Kibbick, Ylesia figurehead Hutt overlord, trying to go over last month accounts and make sense of them. The huge, four-legged tlanda Til groaned inwardly. Hed long since ceased to be amused by Kibbieks troubles comprehending even the most rudimentary record-keeping. Kibbick was an idiot, and it was Teroenza unfortunate task to bring him up to speed on the running of Ylesia.

As though Besadii doesnt realize that if Kibbick ac-tually managed to master the skills necessary to keep the spice factories running smoothly, I would be out of a job, the High Priest thought disgustedly. But the chances of that are vanishingly small ....

When Teroenza, with the help of the Desilijic leader, Jiliac, had plotted Aruk the Hutts murder, hed hoped that the aging Hutt Lord only offspring, Durga, would never be declared the head of Besadii clan. After all, Durga had that hideous birthmark, and that should, by rights, have disqualified him from any leadership position.

But Durga had proven stronger and more able than Teroenza had realized. Hed managed (some said with the help of Black Sun) to eliminate his most vocal de-tractors in a most summary fashion. There was still talk against him, but it was more of a cautious murmur these days than a protesting shout. Teroenza had pinned his hopes on Zier the Hutt, hoping that the senior Besadii member would be strong enough and clever enough to outwit Durga and take over both the Besadii clan, and the kajidic, its criminal arm, that was part of it.

But no. Durga had emerged iat least for the mo-ment) with a shaky victory, and had promptly an-nounced that Teroenza must adhere to all of Aruks directives

Including teaching Kibbick, Dnrgag idiot cousin, how to manage a top-level credit-making enterprise. Here on Ylesia, religious Pilgrims were recruited by tlanda Til missionaries during traveling revival shows. Anyone unfortunate enough to fall prey to the addictive Exultation would follow the Ylesian mission-aries to the steaming jungle planet. There the malnour-ished, brainwashed and addicted Pilgrims became willing slaves in the Ylesian spice factories, toiling from sunup to sundown for their Ylesian masters. Teroenzag people were distant cousins of the Hutts, though they were far smaller and more mobile. With their huge bodies balanced on trunklike legs, the tlanda Til had a broad face that rather resembled a Hutts countenance, but with the addition of a single long horn just above their nostrils. A long, whip-like tail was carried curled over their backs. Their arms and hands were tiny and weak compared to the rest of them.

The most interesting feature of the tlanda Til males, however, was not physical. They possessed the ability to project. empathic feel-good emotions at most humans. These empathic projections, coupled with a soothing vi-bration produced in the males throat sacs, was like a jolt of a powerful drug to the Pilgrims. They quickly be-came addicted to their daily fix and believed that the Priests were divinely gifted.

Nothing was further from the truth, however. The tlanda TilS ability was simply an adaptation of a male mating display, evolutionarily developed to attract tlanda Til females. Teroenza, Kibbick said fretfully, I dont under-stand this. It says that we spent thousands of credits for a fertility-inhibitor thats placed in the slaves gruel. Why cant we eliminate most of that? Cant we just let them breed? It would save credits, wouldnt it?

Teroenza rolled his bulbous eyes, but Kibbick fortu-nately wasnt looking. Your Excellency, the High Priest said, if the Pilgrims are allowed to breed, that cuts into the energy they have to work. Their produc-tion declines. That would mean less spice processed and ready for market. Perhaps, Kibbick said. But, Teroenza, surely there must be some way to manage this without expen-sive drugs. Perhaps we could encourage them to mate, then use their larvae and eggs for foodstuffs. Your Excellency, Teroenza said, hanging on to his patience by a thread, most humanoids dont lay eggs or produce larvae. They have live births. They also have a very strong abhorrence for eating their own young.

It was true that, every so often, a couple of slaves would emerge from the Exultation-induced haze enough to feel lust for each other. It was rare, but hu-man children had actually been born here on Ylesia. Teroenza had coatemplated simply killing them out of hand, but, in the end, had decided that with a modicum of care, these children could be raised to become guards and administrative assistants. So hed ordered them to be cared for in the slave barracks.

And, nowadays, fertility-inhibiting drugs were auto-matically added to the food served the slaves. It had been at least five years since the last accidental birth.

Oh, Kibbick said. Live births. I understand. He went back to his records with a grimace. Idiot, thought Teroenza. Idiot, idiot, idiot... how many years have you been here, and you never troubled to find out the most rudimentary facts about the Pilgrims... ?

Teroenza, said Kibbick presently, Ive found something else I dont understand. Teroenza took a deep breath, then counted to twen.

Yes, Your Excellency?

Why do we have to spend extra credits on weapons and shields on these ships? Theyre only carrying slaves, after all, shipping them to the spice mines and the plea-sure palaces after we have gotten the best work out of them. Who cares if raiders take them?

Kibbick was referring to a raid a month ago by a group of human Rebels on a slave ship preparing to leave the Ylesian system. It wasnt the first such raid. Teroenza didnt know who was responsible, but he couldnt stop thinking that it had to be Bria Tharen, that wretched Corellian traitor an d renegade. Besadii had placed a sizable bounty on her head, but so far, no one had claimed it. Perhaps it time to talk to Durgh about increasing the bounty on Bria Tharen, Teroenza thought. Aloud he said, with exaggerated patience, Your Ex-cellency, while its true we dont care about the slaves once they leave here, theyre still worth credits to us. And ships are expensive. Having big holes blown in them tends to render them unusable-or, at least, very expensive to repair. Oh, said Kibbick, his brow furrowing. Yes, I guess that would be correct. Very well. Idiot/

Which brings to mind something I wanted to say to you, Your Excellency, Teroenza said. Something that I hope you will mention to your cousin. We must have greater protection here on Ylesia. It is only a matter of time until we here on the planet are attacked again. These space-raids are bad enough, but if this Rebel group were to attack one of the colonies, you and I might conceivably be in danger. Kibbick was staring at the High Priest, obviously alarmed by the suggestion. Do you think theyd dare? he asked, his voice a trifle unsteady.

They did before, Your Excellency, Teroenza reminded him. Bria Tharen, that ex-slave, led them. Remember?

Oh, yes thats true, Kibbick said. But that was over a year ago. Surely theyve learned the futility of trying to attack this world by now. They did lose a ship in our atmosphere. Ylesias turbulent atmosphere was one of its best defenses.

True, Teroenza agreed. But I would rather be safe than sorry, Your Excellency. Safe than sorry . . . Kibbick repeated, as though Teroenza had said something startlingly original and clever. Yes, well... perhaps you have a point. We must be protected here. I will speak to my cousin about that today. Safe than sorry . . . yes, indeed, we must be safe .... Still mumbling, Kibbick went back to his records. Teroenza relaxed back into his sling, and allowed him-self the luxury of another roll of his bulbous eyes.

Chewbacca and Mallatobucks wedding day dawned bright with promise and hope. Han, who had been told about the wedding only that morning, was glad that his friend was happy, but saddened at the prospect of losing him. Theyd had a good couple of years to-gether, though, and he figured that after a few years of marital joy, Chewie might be willing to come back and make occasional smuggling runs with him. Being a happy married guy was one thing, but being married didnt mean you were dead, right? He and Chewie barely had a moment to speak to-gether before the bustle of the wedding plans took his friend off on other duties. Apparently Wookiees did not have best men companions the way humans did, but Chewie, in deference to Han, asked the Corellian to stand beside him. Han had grinned. Okay, I get to be best human, eh?

Chewbacca roared with amusement, and told Han that was as good a term for it as any. As he sat in a comer in Attichitcuk home, staying out from underfoot, Han thought about the only time hed ever asked a woman to marry him. That had been Bria, when he was nineteen, and she was eighteen, and hed been a lovestruck, moony-eyed kid, too young and dumb to know any better. Good thing for him that Bria had left him ....

Han opened the inner pocket of his vest and took out a much folded, aging piece of flimsy. Opening it, he read the first line

Dearest Han,

You dont deserve for this to happen, and all I can say is, Im sorry. I love you, but I cant stay .... Hans mouth twisted, then he folded the flimsy again and shoved it back into his pocket. Until last year, just before the Battle of Nar Shaddaa, hed thought that Bria must have gone crawling back to the Ylesians, un-able to live without the Exultation.

And then hed encountered her, gorgeously gowned and coiffed, in Moff Sam Shild fancy penthouse on Coruscant. Shed called Shild darling and there had been every indication that shed been the Moffs concu-bine. Han had done his best to despise her ever since. The idea that Bria might have actually loved the Moff never entered his head... he knew who she still loved. When shed first seen him shed gone pale, and it was still there, in her eyes, though shed tried to disguise it .... Moff Shild had committed suicide shortly after the Battle of Nar Shaddaa. The news-vids had been full of it. Vids of his memoriM service (and Han had watched them deliberately) had shown no glimpse of Bria, though.

And now... to find out that she some kind of Rebel agent for CoreUia... Hah thought. The more he thought about it, the more he wondered whether that was what Bria had been doing in Moff Shild house-hold. Had she been a Rebel intelligence operative, as-signed to spy on the Moff, and, through him, the Empire?

It made sense. Han didnt like it, but he found that he had more respect for Bria if shed been sleeping with the Moff to gain information, than if shed just been what she appeared to be-a spoiled, gorgeous plaything.

He wondered what she was doing, now that the Moff was dead. Visiting planets and helping their under-ground Rebel movements get organized, obviously.

Also... Hah had heard that a year or so ago, a group of human Rebels had hit Ylesia, attacking Colony Three and rescuing about a hundred slaves. Could Bria have been involved with that? The way Katarra and the other Wookiees talked about her, she was some kind of warrior saint, risking her life to bring them arms and ammo from the Corel-lian rebels. And Kashyyyk was an Imperial slave world.

Han remembered how betrayed shed been when shed realized that the Ylesian religion was a hokey bunch of fake mumbo-jumbo. Shed been furious and bitter. Shed hated the fact that, in the space of a sec-ond, shed been altered from Pilgrim to slave. In the years since that horrifying realization; had she taken that fury and translated it into action against the Yle-sians and the Empires slavers? Han Solo hadnt lacked for female company since Bria, by any means. Back on Nar Shaddaa, Hah and Salla Zend had been an item for more than two years now. Salla was a spirited, exciting woman, an expert tech and mechanic as well as a skilled pilot and smug-gler. She and Hah had so many things in common-and one of the foremost things that characterized their af-fair was that neither of them was interested in anything but having a good time-while it lasted.

Hans relationship with Salla was something that he could count on, without it getting in the way. Theyd never made any promises to each other about anything, and that was the way they both liked it. Han had often wondered whether he really loved Salla-or she him. He knew he cared for her, would do almost anything for her, but love? It was safe to say that hed never felt about her or any woman the way hed felt about Bria.

But I was a kid then, he reminded himself. Just a reckless kid, who didnt know any better than to faU

like a ton ofneutronium. Now Im a lot smarter....

As he sat musing in his corner, Kallabow, Chew-baccas sister, who had been rushing back and forth with platters for the coming wedding feast, suddenly stopped, hands on hips, and glared at him. Then she beckoned to him, exclaiming indignantly. Han got to his feet. Hey, of course I aint hiding, he said, in re-sponse. I was just tryin to stay outta the way. Is every-thing ready? Kallabow agreed emphatically that everything was ready, and Han should come now. Han followed Chewies sister out into the sunlight amid the rustling treetops. As he walked, Jarik fell into step with him. The kid had stayed pretty close by Han side, since he didnt understand Wookiee, and, unless Han was around, could only speak to Ralrra. So, this is it? he asked Han. This is apparently it, kid, Han said. Chewie mo-ments of freedom are numbered. Kallabow, catching Hans words, gave the human males a scathing glance and an indignant, Huuuuum-mmmpppppphhhhhhh! that needed no translation. Han chuckled. We better be careful, kid. She could break us both in two without half tryin.

The Wookiee femme led them down one of the bough-roads that was as wide as a street on some worlds. They were headed away from the city, deeper into the treetop area where many Wookiees had built homes. Mallas house, Han had gathered, was one of the tree-house-type places, since she lived where she could be close to her work.

Within minutes, they branched off onto another trail, then another. Wonder where were going? Jarik said, uneasily. Im lost. If she left us out here, I wouldnt have a clue as to how to get back to Rwookrrorro. Would you?

Han nodded. Remind me to brush you up on your navigation skills, kid, he said. But if Kallabow walks us much farther, Im gonna be too tired to party.

The little party turned onto yet another, smaller trail, and ahead of them, Han and Jarik could see many Wookiees gathered. They walked, then the trail came to an abrupt end. The wroshyr branch that they were standing on had been sheared off in some manner, and plunged down to rest atop lower branches. With the massive branch weighing the nearby treetops down, the effect was like looking out across a vast green vaey-breathtaking. Rounded green hills rose in soft swells to the west. The yellow sun shone down, bright as a beacon, and every-where there were birds wheeling through the air. Hey... Hah said to Kallabow. Nice view.

She nodded, and explained that this was a sacred place to Wookiees. Here, with this vista before them, they could truly appreciate the grandeur of their world.

The ceremony was ready to begin. There was no priest to officiate; Wookiee couples married themselves. Hah walked up to stand beside Chewbacca, then gave his friend, who appeared more than a bit nervous, a re-assuring grin, and reached up to ruffle the Wookieeg head-fur. Cmon, relax, he said. Youre gettin a great girl, pal.

Chewie replied that he knew t hat quite well... he just hoped he could remember his lines!

As they stood at the end of the trail, with a crowd of Wookiees between them and the pathway leading back to Rwookrrorro, the crowd suddenly parted in the mid-dle. Mallatobuck paced down the trail toward them.

She was covered from head to foot in a sheer veil of silvery gray. The veil was so light, so translucent, it al-most appeared that she was clothed in some glimmer-ing energy field. But as she came up beside Chewie, Hah could tell that the veil-was actually some kind of knit or woven fabric, almost completely transparent. Han could see Mallag blue eyes clearly through her bridal veil. Han listened intently as Chewie and Malla ex-changed vows. Yes, they loved each other beyond all other beings. Yes, each otherg honor was as dear to them as their own, Yes, they promised to be faithful to each other. Yes, death could part them, but could not end their love. The life-power was with them, they said. The life-power would make their union strong, and they would be complete... together. The life-power would be with them ... always. Hah felt a wave of unaccustomed solemnity wash over him. For a moment, he almost envied Chewie. He could see love shining in Mallatobuck eyes, and felt a pang. Nobody had ever loved him that much. Except rrmybe Dewlanna, he thought, remembering the Wookiee widow who had raised him. Bria... hed used to think she loved him that much.

But she sure had a funny way of showing it ....

Now Chewie was raising Malla veil, and clutching her to him. They rubbed their cheeks together tenderly. Then, with a huge, triumphant roar, Chewie picked her up and swung her around as though she were child-sized instead of a grown Wookiee only a little shorter than he was. The crowd of Wookiees broke into a chorus of hoots, roars and howls of appreciation. Well, said Hah to Jarik, guess that it!

But the wedding celebration was far from over. The honored couple was escorted to tables in the treetops that groaned with every kind of Wookiee delicacy. Hah and Jarik moved among the tables, sampling cautiously, for Wookiees tended to serve most meats raw. Some were cooked, but even there humans had to be cau-tious. Wookiees enjoyed highly seasoned foods-and some were spicy and hot enough to damage a human gullet.

Han examined the tables and introduced Jarik to many safe WooBee delicacies Xachibik broth, a thick meat, herb and spice combination... Vrortik cocktail, a layered dish that combined various meats and layers of wroshyr leaves that had been soaked in potent grakkyn nectar for weeks . . . Factryn meat pie, frozen Gorrnar, chyntuck rings, and fried Klak ....

There were also salads and flatbreads, plus forest-honey cakes and assorted chilled fruit delicacies. Han advised Jarik against partaking of the various types of spirits being passed around. The Corellian knew from painful experience how potent Wookiee liquor could be. There were many kinds accarragm, cortyg, garrmorl, grakkyn and Thikkiian brandy, to name a few.

Take my advice, kid, Han said. Wookiees know how to make homebrew that will put a human on the floor in minutes. Im sticking to gorimn wine and Gralinyn juice.

But the children drink Gralinyn juice, Jarik protested. And this other stuff... Jaar, Han said. Sweetened alcoari milk and vineberry extract. Itb too sweet for my taste, but you might like it.

Jarik was looking longingly at a huge flask of Thikki-Jan brandy. Hah shook his head warningly. Kid . . . dont. I aint takin care of you if you wind up sick as a poisoned mulack-pup. The youth made a face, but then picked up a cup of the gorimn wine. Okay, I guess you know what youre talkin about.

Han smiled and they clinked their glasses. Trust me. A few minutes later, as Han stood off by himself, holding a plate of barbecued trakkrrrn ribs and a spicy salad garnished with rilllrrnnn seeds, a dark-brown Wookiee who seemed vaguely familiar-though the Corellian was sure hed never met him before-walked up to him. The Wookiee stood there, studying Han, and then introduced himself. Han nearly dropped his plate. Youre Dewlan-namapiab son? he cried. Hey? Putting his plate and cup down hastily, he grabbed the Wookiee male in an excited hug. Hey, guy, Im so glad to meet you! Whatb your name?

The Wookiee returned ttanb embrace, replying that he was called Utchakkaloeh. Hah stood back, looking at him, and found that his eyes were stinging. Chakk (or so he asked to be called), seemed equally moved, as he told Hah that he had hoped to meet him, partly because he hoped the human could tell him how his mother had died.

Hah swallowed. Chakk, your morn died a hero, he said. I wouldnt be ave today it if wasnt for her. She was one brave Wookiee. She died a warriors death, fighting. A guy named Garris Shrike shot and killed her, but... he dead, too.

Chakk wanted to know whether Hah had killed Shrike in order to avenge his motherb death. Not ex-actly, Hah said. Someone else got him first. But I put a good hurtin on him, before he bought it. Chakk rumbled his approval. He told Han that he felt Han was an adopted brother, since they had shared the same mother. All of his motherb communications during her days aboard Trader Luck had been full of anecdotes about the little human boy who loved her wastril bread, and who wanted so much to become a pilot.

Well, Chakk, Hah said, Dewlanna never lived to see it, but I am a pilot today. And my best friend in all the universe is a Wookiee ....

Chakk guffawed, and then told Han that he and Chewbacca were distantly related through a second cousin three times removed who had emigrated to Rwookrrorro and married Chewbaccas great-auntb niece. Han blinked. Distant... uh, yeah. Well, thatg great. Just one big happy family. Hah led Chakk over to the bridegroom and intro-duced him to Chewie, explaining the situation. Chew-bacca roared his welcome of Hang adopted brother and thumped Chakk soundly on the back. The celebration continued far into the night. Wook-ices danced, sang, and played wooden instruments that had been handed down in their families for generations. Hah and Jarik celebrated with them, until the humans were so exhausted, and so tipsy, that they wound up curling up beneath one of the massive tables and falling asleep.

When Hah awoke in the morning, the celebration was over, and Chewie and Malla, he was informed, had gone off into the woods for that time of privacy that was the Wookiee equiv,dent of a honeymoon. Hah was sorry . . . in a couple of days his negotiations with Katarra would be concluded, the Falcon would be re-loaded with her new cargo, and hed be leaving Kashyyyk. He wouldnt get to tell Chewie goodbye.

But you couldnt expect a guy to remember his best friend on his wedding night, Hah mused, with a hint of regret. Besides, he fully intended to come back to Kashyyyk again, so it wasnt as though hed said good-bye to Chewie forever....

Safe in the privacy of his office on Nal Hutta, Durga the Hutt wriggled closer to Myk Bidlorg holo-image as it solidified. His bulbous, slit-pupiled eyes protruded even further in his eagerness as he demanded, You have news about the autopsy results? You have identi-fied the substance? Your Excellency, this substance was so rare that we could not at first identify it, or be certain as to its ef-fects, the senior forensic specialist looked tired and harried-as though he really had been working night and day, as he claimed. But our tests on that substance, and our tracing of it, is now conclusive. Yes, the sub-stance is a poison. We have traced its origin to the planet Malkii. The Malkite poisoners! Durga exclaimed. Of course! Secret assassins who specialize in exotic and al-most undetectable poisons... who else could come up with a substance that would prove fatal to a Hutt? My people are very difficult to poison ....

I am aware of that, Your Excellency, Myk Bidlor said. And this substance-so rare that we have been unable to find a name for it-is one of their crowning achievements in toxins. We call it X-1 for want of a bet-ter name.

And X-1 does not occur in nature anywhere on Nal Hutta, Durga said, wanting to make absolutely sure. This could not possibly have been an accident.

No, Your Excellency. X-1 must have been deliber-ately administered to Lord Aruk. Administered? How?

We cannot be certain, but ingestion seems the most likely method.

Someone fed my parent a fatal dose of poison, Durga said, his voice going cold and deadly with rage. Someone is going to pay... and pay... and pay.

Uh... not exactly, Your Excellency. The special-ist licked his lips nervously. The scheme was not nearly so... obvious . . . as that. It was actually... rather ingenious.

If it was that clever, it must certainly have been a Hutt, Durga thought. He glared at the scientist. What, then?

The substance is deadly in large quantities, Lord Durga. But in small quantities, it would not kill. Instead, it would concentrate in the brain tissues, causing the victim to experience a progressive deterioration of the thought processes. And the substance is also highly addictive. Once the victim grew accustomed to ingesting it in high enough doses, the abrupt withdrawal of the substance would cause the symptoms you described wracking pain, convulsions, and death. He took a breath. And that, Lord Durga, is why your parent died. Not from the X-1 in his stem... but from its abrupt withdrawal. How long, Durga said, gritting the words out, would this substance have to have been given to my parent for him to become addicted to it?

I would suspect a period of a few months, Lord Durga, but I cannot say for certain. Weeks, at mini-mum. It would take time to build up the dosage until the withdrawal would prove quickly fatal. The special-ist hesitated. Lord Durga, our investigations also re-vea led that X-1 is very expensive. It is produced from the stamens of a type of plant that grows only on one world in the galaxy-and the location of that world is a sworn secret held by the Malkite Poisoners. So only a person or persons of great wealth could have purchased enough of it to kill your parent.

I see, Durga said, after a moment. Continue with any tests that may shed further light on the subject, Bidlor. And send me all of your data. I intend to find out just where that X-1 came from. Bidlor bobbed in a nervous bow. Certainly, Your Excellency. But . . . sir . . . these investigations are not... inexpensive.

Price is no object! Durga snarled. I must know, and I will pay what it takes to find the truth! I will find the source of that X-l, and I will trace it to whomever fed it to my parent! Besadiig resources are my re-sources! Do you understand, Bidlor?

The scientist bowed again, more deeply. Yes, Your Excellency. We will continue to investigate. See that you do.

Durga broke the connection and then undutated back and forth across his office, fuming. Aruk was mur-dered! I knew it all along! Wealth enough to buy X-1. It has be Desilijic-Jiliac . . . or perhaps Jabba. I will find the one resporsible fi;r this, and I will kill him or her with my own hands! I swear it to my dead parent-I will have vengeance ....

Over the next ten days, Durga had all the servants in the palace interrogated ruthlessly-especially the cooks. Though several died during questioning, there was no evidence to indicate that any of them had been tampering with Aruks meals.

The young Hutt Lord neglected his other duties ms he attended each interrogation session. His rival, Zier, came to visit him toward the end of the sessions, and arrived just as droids were bearing away the limp corpse of a tlanda Til female who had served as a minor ad-ministrative clerk for Besadii. The elder Hurt looked disdainfully at the huge, four-legged body as it was borne out by the droids. How many does that make? he asked, with more than a touch of sarcasm.

Durga glared at Zier. Hed have loved to have linked the other Besadii to Arukg death, but Zier had been on Nar Hekka overseeing Besadii interests until a few months ago, when hed been recalled home after Arukg death. When hed first turned up, Durga had had Zier investigated thoroughly, but there was not even the smallest hint of a link between him and Arukg murder. For one thing, Zier, though well-off, did not possess nearly the financial resources to purchase large quanti-ties of X-1. And there had been no unusual withdrawals from his accounts.

Four, the young Hutt snapped. They do not have our strength, cousin. It is no wonder the lesser races bow to us... they arefar inferior physically, as well as mentally.

Zier sighed. I must say I will miss that Twilek chef of yours, he said. He prepared filets of mulblatt larvae in fregon-blood sauce superbly. He sighed again.

Durgas huge mouth turned down. Chefs can be re-placed, he said shortly. Has it occurred to you, my dear cousin, that the forensic specialist you hired might be wrong in his conclusions?

He and his team are the best to be had, Durga said. Their references were excellent. They have per-formed investigations for the Emperors top military aides ... even Governor Tarkin. Zier nodded. A good recommendation, he admit-ted. From what I hear, the governor is not an official to disappoint if one wishes to live. That is what they say.

Still, cousin . . . is it possible that you have de-manded of this team that they find evidence of murder, and so they have? Whether or not it is true?

Durga considered that for a moment. I do not be-lieve that, he said, finally. The evidence is there. I have seen the lab reports.

Lab reports can be faked, cousin. Also . . . in your obsession, you have spent a great many credits. These scientists are earning much from Besadii. It is possible that they do not wish this stream of credits to end.

Durga faced his cousin. I am certain that the team has reported their findings accurately. As to the cost... Aruk was the head of all Besadii. Isnt it proper to find out what really happened? Lest others think we can be killed with impunity?

Ziers pointed tongue ran slowly across the lower part of his mouth as he thought. Perhaps you are right, cousin. However... I would suggest that in order for you to not be regarded as a reckless spendthrift, you be-gin paying for this investigation out of your own per-sonal funds, rather than Besadii operating capital. If you agree to this, no more will be said. If you do not... well, there is a clan meeting approaching. As a consci-entious clan leader, it is my duty to comment on our fi-nancial report. Durga glared at his cousin.

Zier glared back. And... cousin... if any accidents befall me, it will go the worse for you. I have filed copies of the financial reports in places you have no way of discovering. They will be produced should I die-no matter how much it might seem that I perished of natu-ral causes. The younger Hutt resisted the urge to order his guards to shoot Zier. Hutts were notoriously hard to kill, and another death might well cause all of Besadii to rise up against him. Durga drew a deep breath. Perhaps you are right, cousin, he said, finally. From this day forward, I will personally finance the investigation.

Good, Zier said. And... Durga. In your parent ab-sence I feel I must give you the benefit of my experience.

If Durga had possessed teeth, he would have ground them together in rage. Go on, he said. Black Sun, Durga. It is an open secret that you used their resources to consolidate your power. I caution you against doing so again. One cannot just employ Black Sun and then walk away. Their services are... expensive.

They have been fully compensated for their ser-vices, Durga said tightly. I am not such a fool as you think, Zier.

Good, the other Hutt Lord said. I am glad to hear that. I was worried about you, dear cousin. Any Hutt who would rid himself of such a chef-on a whim-is suspect.

Seething, Durga undulated off in search of another staff member to interrogate. Jabba the Hutt and his aunt Jiliac were lounging to-gether in their palatial receiving room in Jiliacg palace on Nal Hutta, watching Jiliacg baby inch its way around the room. The infant Hutt was now old enough to spend almost an hour outside Jiliacg pouch. At this stage of its life, the little creature resembled a huge, chubby grub or insect larva more than a Hurt. Its arms were nothing more than vestigial stubs, and would not develop or grow digits until the baby Hutt had left the maternal pouch for good. The only way in which the baby Hutt resembled the adult members of its species was its pop-eyed, vertical-pupiled stare. Hutt babies were born almost mindless, and Hutt youngsters did not reach the age of accountability until they were about a century old. Before that, they were looked upon as creatures who needed good care and feeding, and not much else.

As he watched the baby wriggle along the polished stone floor, Jabba wished they were back on Nar Shad-daa, where he could get more done. It was difficult to oversee the Desilijic smuggling empire f?om Nal Hutta. Jabba had suggested more than once that he and his aunt go back to Nar Shaddaa, but Jiliac adamantly re-fused, insisting that the polluted atmosphere of Nar Shaddaa would be unhealthy for her baby.

Jabba thus spent much of his time shuttling back and forth between Nal Hutta and Nar Shaddaa. His hold-ings on Tatooine were suffering by his absence. Ephant Mon, the non-humanoid Chevin, was looking after Jabba interests, and doing it well, but it just wasnt the same as being there himself. Jabba had shared many adventures in the past with Mon, and the ugly sentient from Vinsoth was the only being in the universe that Jabba really trusted. For some reason (even Jabba wasnt sure why), Ephant Mon was completely loyal to Jabba, and always had been. Jabba knew that the Cheviu had turned down multiple offers to betray him for fabulous profit. Yet... Ephant Mon had never turned, no matter how much he was offered.

Jabba appreciated his friendg loyalty and repaid it by keeping only minor tabs on Ephant Mong actions. He didnt expect Mon to betray him, not after all these years... but it was well to be prepared for anything.

Aunt, Jabba said, I have read the newest report from our source in the Besadii accounting office, and their profits are impressive. Even the dissension over Durgas leadership has not slowed them. Ylesia contin-ues to produce more processed spice with every month that passes. Shiploads of Pilgrims are arriving nearly every week. It is depressing.

Jiliac turned her massive head to regard her nephew. Durga has done better than I ever gave him credit for, Jabba. I did not think he could hold onto the leader-ship. By now I envisioned that Besadii would be ripe for our takeover-but, even though there is muttering and discontent with Durga leadership, his outspoken op-ponents are dead, and no one has surfaced to replace them within the clan. Jabba blinked at his aunt, and a spark of hope awak-ened. That speech sounded ahnost like the old, pre-motherhood Jiliac! Do you know why they are dead, Aunt?

Because Durga was foolish enough to deal with Black Sun, Jiliac said. The deaths of his opponents were too blatant to be Hutt doing. Only Black Sun has that many resources. Only Prince Xizor would be so coldly daring as to assassinate them all within days of each other.

Jabba was getting excited, now. Is she coming out of her maternal mental haze? he wondered. Prince Xizor is indeed someone to be reckoned with, he said. That is why I have done him favors from time to time. I would prefer to stay on his good side... just in case I ever need a favor in return. As I did that one time on Tatooine. He helpe d me then, and asked nothing in return, because I have done him favors in the past.

Jiliac was shaking her head slowly back and forth, a mannerism shed picked up from humans. Jabba, you know my thinking on this, I have told you many times. Prince Xizor is not one to be trifled with. Best to stay far away from him, and to have nothing to do with Black Sun. Open the door to them just once, and you risk be-coming his vassal.

I am cautious, Aunt, I assure you. I would never do as Durga has done. Good. Durga will soon discover that he has opened a door that cannot easily be closed. If he steps through it... he will no longer be his own master.

So should we hope he does that, Aunt?

Jiliacs eyes narrowed slightly. Hardly, Nephew. Xi-zor is not aloe I wish to contend with. He has evidently set his sights on Besadii, but he would willingly take Desilijic, too, of that I have no doubt. Jabba silently agreed. Xizor would move in on the whole of Nal Hutta if given the opportunity. Speaking of Besadii, Aunt, he said, what of these Ylesian profits I was reporting on? What can we do to stop Besadii? They now have nine colonies on Ylesia. They are pre-paring to start another colony on Nyrvona, the other habitable world in the system.

Jiliac thought for a moment. Perhaps it is time to utilize Teroenza again, she said. Durga apparently has no suspicion that he was responsible for Arukg death. Utilize him how?

I dont know yet ....Jiliac said. Perhaps we can encourage Teroenza to declare his independence from Durga. If they fought, Besadii profits would be bound to plummet. And then... we could pick up the pieces. Very good, Aunt! Jabba was happy to hear the old, scheming Jiliac acting like herself again. Now, if I can just report on these figures here, and get your input on reducing our costs in-Ahhhhhhhh!

Jabba broke off, interrupted by Jiliac deep, mater-nal coo of affection, and saw the baby Hutt wriggling up to its mother, tiny vestigial arms held up, its bulbous eyes fixed on Jiliacg Face intently. The babyg mouth opened, and it chirrnped inquiringly.

Look, Nephew! Jiliacg voice was warm, indulgent.

My little one knows mama, yes, doesnt he, precious? Jabba rolled his eyes until they nearly emerged from their sockets and splatted onto the floor. Witness the demise of one of the greatest criminal mind of this mil-lennium, he thought, bleakly.

Then, as Jiliac scooped up the baby Hutt and guided it back into her pouch, Jabba glared at the little creature with an expression very close to outright hatred ....

Han spent the next couple of days with the members of the Woollee underground, finalizing their deal. The time came when he opened up the Falcon, and he and Jarik unloaded the explosive quarrels from the secret compartments. Katarra, Kichiir and Motamba clus-tered around the boxes, exclaiming excitedly over their new toys.

Meanwhile, other Woollees from the underground movement made a steady stream inside the ship, load-ing it with stormtrooper armor. Han was able to pack nearly forty complete suits and ten helmets into the Falcon. If the armor fetched the market price, hed doubled his investment on the trip. Not a bad bit of bargaining!

By the time all the armor was stowed away enough so that the Falcon crew could move about, night was falling. Han decided that he wanted to wait for dawn for his tricky exit of the cave and straight-up flight through the trees. He and Jarik said farewell to their hosts and stretched out on the pilot seats to sleep. Han was awakened before sunrise the next morning by a loud-and familiar! Woollee roar. The Corellian. opened his eyes and jumped up, nearly tripping over the sleepy Jarik. Activating the ramp, he raced down it. Chewie!

Han was so glad to see the big furball that he didnt even complain when the Wooldee grabbed him, swnng him around, and ruffled his hair until it stood on end. All the while, Chewbacca was whining out a steady stream of complaints. What had Han been thinking of, preparing to leave him behind? Didnt he know any better? What could you expect from a human!

When the Wookiee finally released him, Han looked up at Chewie, completely confused. Huh? Whaddaya mean, I was gonna leave you behind? Im goin back to Nar Shaddaa, pal, and, in case its slipped your atten-tion, Chewie, youre a married guy now. Your place is here, on Kashyyyk, with Malla. Chewie shook his head, uttering protesting hoots and remonstrations. Life debt? Pal, I know youve sworn a life debt, but let be realistic here! You belong with your wife, on your own planet, now! Not dodgin Imp cruisers with me.

The Woollee had just started in again when a loud, angry roar from behind Han made him jump and dodge. A large, hairy hand grabbed his shoulder, and Han was swung around as though he weighed no more than a scrap of flimsy. He looked up to see Mallatobuck towering over him. Chewies wife was furious, teeth bared, blue eyes narrowed. Han put up both hands, and shrank back against his friends hairy chest. Hey, Mallal Take it easy, now!

Mallatobuck roared again, then launched into an an-gry tirade. Humans! How could they be so ignorant of Woollee customs and Woollee honor? How dare Hah imply that Chewbacca would abandon a life debt? There was no greater insult he could offer a Woollee! Her husband was possessed of great honor!

He was a courageous warrior, a skilled hunter, and when he gave his word, he kept it! Especially about a life debt!

Faced with Malla ire, Hah turned both hands up and shrugged, but couldnt get a word in edgewise. He looked up imploringly at his friend. Chewie, taking pity on his Corellian buddy, intervened. He stepped be-tween Malla and Hah, and spoke quickly, telling her that of course Han had meant no insult, no offense. His comment had been made out of ignorance, not malice.

Finally, Malla relaxed, and her roars turned to grum-bles. Hah gave her an apologetic smile. Hey, no of-fense, Malla. I know Chewie here bettern almost anyone, and I know hes a terrific guy, brave, smart, all that stuff. I just didnt know that to a Wookiee, a life debt outweighs everything else. He turned back to his friend. So, okay, youre comin with us, and were gettin ready to grab some space, pal. So say goodbye to your bride.

Chewbacca and Mallatobuck walked away together, while Hah and Jarik conducted the prefiight checks. A few minutes later, Hah heard the clang of the Falcon ramp closing. Moments later, Chewbacca slipped into the copilots seat. Han looked at him, Dont worry, pal, I swear to you well come back again . . . soon. I did some good dealing with Katarra and her underground. Your people are going to need lots of ammo before they can even hope to take on the Imps and free your world. And Im gonna help era get it.

Jariks voice came over the intercom from the star-board gunner turret. Yeah, at a tidy profit, of course. Hah laughed. Yeah... of course! Chewie... stand by! Here...we... go!

With great dignity, the Millennium Falcon rose up-ward on her repulsors, then drifted forward until she was out of the tree-branch cave. Then, with a sudden-ness that sent everyone sinking back into their seats, Han sent his ship whooshing straight up, through the tunnel of trees. They soared up into the skies, now flushed with the red-gold dawn. As the Falcon went higher, sunrise seemed to burst over the world in a shower of gold.

Quarrr-teUerrra; Hah thought. The sun-haired war-flor, the woman he had known as Bria .... What was she doing now? he wondered. Does she ever think about me?

Moments later, Kashyyyk was only a rapidly dwin-dling green ball behind them, as they tore through the star-flecked blackness ....

Boba Fett sat in a sleazy rented fiat on the Outer Rim world of Teth, listening to Bria Tharen meeting with the Tethan Rebel leaders. The most famous bounty hunter in the galaxy had many resources, in-cluding a spy network that most planets would have en-vied. Since he accepted Imperial assignments from time to time, he was often privy to communiqu6s and other information most Rebel Commands would have loved to see.

Even though she was a Rebel officer, the bounty on Bria Tharen had not been posted by the Empire. No, this was a far larger bounty, the sum of fifty thousand credits for a live, unharmed capture, no disintegrations permitted. Aruk the Hutt, the old leader of Besadii clan, had originally posted the bounty, but his heir, Durga, had continued it after his death, and had prom-ised a bonus for delivery within three months.

Boba Fett had been searching on and off for Bria Tharen for over a year now. The woman kept being sent out on deep cover assignments that made her ex-tremely hard to trace. She had severed all ties with her family, probably to lessen the danger to them should she be captured by the Imperials. When she was on her home planet of CoreIlia, she lived inside a series of se-cret Rebel command bases, with extensive security and guard mounts.

Such high security was understandable . . . after all, the Rebels lived in fear of a full-scale attack by imperial stormtroopers. So they kept the locations of their bases top-secret, and moved them continually. One bounty hunter-no matter how deadly and effective-stood little chance of getting close enough to manage a live capture.

If only Besadii would have been satisfied with having Bria dead, Boba Fett was fairly sure he could have managed to kill her, even within the protection of a Rebel base. But live, unharmed capture was much more difficult ....

However, a few days ago, Boba Fett had learned through his spy network that there was a meeting scheduled for the underground Rebel movement on Teth. Taking a calculated risk that Bria would be there, he had flown Slave I to Teth two days ago. The risk had paid off; she had shown up yesterday evening.

Two days ago, when hed first arrived on Teth, Boba Fett had locat ed the current Rebel enclave, which was situated beneath the port city in a series of old storm drains and sub-basements. Hed infiltrated the outskirts of the base, via the ancient storm drains and ventilation shafts, enough to locate the base janitorial supplies. There hed placed minuscule audio pickups on a num-ber of small robot floor cleaners that roved freely from room to room, sucking up anything their tiny scanners identified as dirt. Since that time, hed been monitoring the pickups, and today his preparations had paid off. Bria Tharen was in a meeting with two top-ranked Tethan Rebels. The tiny floor-cleaner, per its programmed instructions, had scuttled out of their way when theyd entered the room, and was now biding its time in an inconspicuous corner.

Boba Fett had no use for the whole concept of the various rebellions. He considered the idea of rebellion against any established government criminal. The Em-pire maintained order, and Boba Fett valued order. The Tethan resistance was no exception... a bunch of mis-guided idealists who were out to create anarchy....

Within the confines of his helmet, Boba Fett eyes narrowed with disdain as he listened. The Tethan lead-ers were Commander Winfrid Dagore and her aide, Lieutenant Palob Godalhi. At the moment the Tharen woman was arguing with them about the necessity for the various resistance groups to unite into a Rebel Al-liance. There were indications, she said, that the idea of an Alliance was gaining support in high places.

A prestigious Imperial Senator, Mon Mothma of Chandrila, had recently met secretly with Brias superi-ors in the Corellian Rebel underground, and talked. The senator agreed that in the wake of the Empires massacres on planets such as Ghorman, Devaron, Rampa i and 2, that the Emperor was either pathologi-cally insane or totally evil, and must be overthrown by sentients of good conscience. The Tharen woman spoke with misguided passion, her clear alto voice quivering slightly with controlled emotion. It was obvious she really cared about her cause.

When she was finished, Winfrid Dagore cleared her throat. Her voice was rough with age and strain. Com-mander Tharen, we sympathize with our brothers and sisters on CoreIlia, Alderaan and the other worlds. But here on the Outer Rim, we are so far away from the Core Worlds that we could be of little help to you, even if we did ally with your groups. We do things our way out here. The Emperor pays little attention to us. We raid the Imperial shipping, and oppose the Empire in many ways-but we value our independence. We are not likely to join a larger group.

Commander Dagore, that isolationist policy is an in-vitation to an Imperial massacre, Tharen said, her tone bleak. Mark my words, it will happen. Palpatine forces will not overlook your groups forever. Perhaps , . . or perhaps not. Still, I doubt that we could do more than what we are currently doing, Com-mander Thareu.

Boba Fett heard a chair creak and the rustle of fabric as someone moved. Then Tharen spoke again. Com-mander Dagore, you have ships. You have troops. You have weapons. You are one of the closest worlds to the Corporate Sector, though we realize that a long way off. But still, you could help. You could help with pur-chasing weapons in the Corporate Sector and funneling them back here to be shipped to other undergrounds. Dont think because youre out here, that your help isnt needed. Commander Tharen, weapons cost credits, Lieu-tenant Godalhi said. Where will those credits come from?

Well, wed certainly appreciate it if you Tethans man-aged to come up with a few million to help us out, Bria said dryly, and a sad chuckle ran around the room. But were working on it. Financing the resistance is very hard, but there are enough citizens who are being squeezed until they cant see straight that, even if they dont have the ability or the courage to join a Rebel group outright, theyre smuggling us spare credits. Some of the Hutt lords have also seen fit to contribute... elan-destinely, of course. Interesting .... thought Fett. This was news to him, though, now that he thought about it, Hutts were noto-rious for playing both sides plus their own side in any conflict. If they could look forward to an increase in credits or power, Hutts were usually right there ....

We are not far from Hutt space, Dagore said, a thoughtful note in her voice. Perhaps we could make contacts with other Hutt lords... see if theyd be will-ing to help.

Help? Bria Tharen voice sputtered with laughter. Hutts? They may contribute, and some have, but they do it for their own reasons, trust me, and those reasons have nothing to do with our aims. Hurts are devious... but sometimes their gods and ours coincide. Thats when they hand out their credits. Half the time we cant even guess what benefit they may be getting as a result of their donation. Probably better not to guess, Lieutenant Godalhi said. Still, Commander Tharen, there may be some merit in our increasing our commitment at this time. Our new Imperial Moff is far less... vigilant than Sam Shild was. We have been getting away with far more lately than we could under Shilds rule. Thats another thing, Bria Tharen said. Weve been studying this new Moff, Yref Orgege. Most of the new procedures he put in place here in the Outer Rim are so ill-advised that were beginning to wonder if he has Gamorrean blood.

Laughter rippled throughout the room.

Bria continued, Orgege is both arrogant and stupid. Hes insisting that he wont make Shilds mistake, and he going to keep close personal control over his mili-tary force. This policy has cut down tremendously on the Imperial threat here in the Outer Rim. The Imp Commanders have to check with Orgege about the smallest things. He is managing them into paralysis, Commander Dagore. Were aware of that, Commander, Dagore agreed.

What do you want us to do about it?

Increase your raids on Imperial supply vessels and munitions dumps here in the Outer Rim, Commander. We need those weapons. And by the time Orgege can be contacted and give his orders, you and your people will be long gone.

Dagore considered for a moment. I think we can promise you that much, Commander Tharen. For the rest... well take it under advisement.

Talk to your people today, Bria said. Ill be leaving tomorrow.

Boba Fett strained his ears, silently urging her to re-veal her plans. But there was no other sound except the scrapings of chairs as the Rebels got up and left the room.

Fett kept a close survey on all the nearby spaceports, but he was unable to catch even a glimpse of Bria Tharen the next day. She must have been smuggled aboard a Rebel ship by some clandestine means. The bounty hunter was slightly disappointed at his failure, but the most important trait of any hunter-and Boba Fett lived for the hunt-was patience. He re-solved to find some way of tipping off the Imperials about Mon Mothmas treachery, and the Rebels plans, without letting them know who their informant was. Many Imperial officers were openly scornful of bounty hunters, referring to them as scum-and worse. Fett wished he had more specific information to offer as a tip. If only the Rebels had revealed plans for an actual operation!

In the meantime, Fetts trip to Teth would not be wasted. Hed checked with the Guild, and there was an open bounty here on their books, a rich, reclusive businessman who had a high-guarded and secure es-tate in the mountains of Teth.

Secure that is, insofar as ordinary bounty hunters went, but Boba Fett was in a class by himself. The businessmank activities had been so predictable that planning was laughably easy. The man was a creature of habit. Boba Fett wouldnt even have to go up against his bodyguards, since this was a bounty permitting disinte-grations. Only the kill was required.

Boba Fett had found a vantage point in a laakwal tree that would allow him to erect a temporary blind, make the kill, then slip away before the bodyguards or security forces could even pinpoint his location. One shot would be all that he needed ....

Over the next five months, Han Solo and his Wookiee First Mate rose to the top of the smuggler heap. For a miracle, Han managed to actually hang on to some of the money hed won long enough to do most of the modifications on the Millennium Falcon that hed envisioned.

His half-alien master technician and starship me-chanic, Shug Ninx, let him berth the Falcon in his Spacebarn. Shugs Spacebarn was almost a legend in the Corellian section of Nar Shaddaa. Within its cavernous interior, traders, pirates and smugglers tinkered with their ships, modifying them, determined to squeeze the last bit of speed and firepower out of them. After all, the faster a smuggler delivered a cargo, the quicker he, she or it could take off again with another shipment. Time was credits, in the life of a smuggler.

Han, Jarik and Chewbacca did most of the work themselves, with an occasional hand from Salla, who was also an expert technician, and Shug, the acknowl-edged master.

Once he had the ship armor-plating the way he wanted it-no lucky Imperial shot was going to take out the Falcon the way Han previous ship, the Bria, had been destroyed!--he started on the engines and the ar-mament. He added a light laser cannon under the nose, then moved the quad lasers so the Falcon had gun tur-rets both dorsally and ventrally-top and bottom. Then Han and Salla installed two concussion missile launch-ing tubes between the forward mandibles.

All the while that he was installing weapons and armor, Han, Shug and Chewie worked on the Falcons engines and other systems. The Falcon already boasted a military-grade hyperdrive. Together Hah and Shug tinkered with both the hyperdrive and sub-light engines until they were even more powerful, and the Falcon was making faster and faster times on Hans smuggling runs.

They also installed new sensor and jamming systems. The new jamming system had a less than auspicious first trial, however. When Han triggered it, the pulse was so powerful that it also jammed the Falcons own internal communications, disrupting the signals from the cockpit to the ships systems! The incident hap-pened at the worst possible time while the Falcon was ducking into a planets gravity well in an attempt to shake off an Imperial frigate. As their ship hurtled down, grazing upper atmosphere, totally out of control, Han and Chewbacca stared at their instruments in dis-may. Only the fact that the new jammer was so power-ful that it burned out almost immediately saved them from being incinerated in the planets atmosphere.

The day came when Han looked at the Falcon with satisfaction, and threw an arm around Shug Ninxs shoulders. Shug old pal, you are one master mechanic. I dont think theres anyone better with a hyperdrive in the whole galaxy. Shes purring like a Togorian kit-cub, and weve increased her speed another two percent.

The half-alien master mechanic smiled at his friend, but shook his head. Thanks, Han, but I cant claim that title. Ive heard that theres a guy in the Corporate Sec-tor name of Doc who can make a hyperdrive dance a jlzz-jg with one hand tied behind his back. If you want her to go even faster, youll have to hunt him up.

Han listened with some surprise, but filed the infor-mation away in his mind as potentially useful. Hed

.al-ways had a yen to see the Corporate Sector, and now he had a reason to go there. Thanks, Shug, he said. Tll have to consider con-tacting this guy if I ever get there. From what Ive heard about Doc, you dont contact him. Hell contact you, if he decides its a good idea. Ask Arly Bron about him. HeS spent time in the Corporate Sector, he might know how youd go about contacting Doc.

Thanks for the word, Han said. He knew Arly Bron, as he did most of the smugglers who hung out in the Corellian Sector of Nar Shaddaa. Bron was a stocky, aging smuggler with a genial air and a sharp tongue. He enjoyed needling fools, but he was fast enough on the draw to still be among the living, which said something for his speed and accuracy. He flew a beat up old freighter named Double Echo. Now that Han had the fast and (comparatively) reli-able Millennium Falcon, he could take on the most challenging jobs. He still worked mostly for Jabba, who was basically running the Desilijic kajidic these days, but he also took jobs for other employers. The Corellian and his Wookiee sidekick became almost a legend on Nar Shaddaa as they broke speed records for the Kessel Run and flew rings around Imperial patrol vessels.

Han had never been happier. He had a fast ship, friends in Chewie, Jarik and Lando, an attractive, savvy lady friend in Salla, and credits in his pocket. True, money had a way of slipping through his fingers, no matter how he tried to hold on to it, but to Han, that was only a minor worry. So what if he liked living high, gambling and expensive flings? He could always make more!

But even though Hans personal life was going splen-didly, dark clouds were gathering on the horizon. The Emperor continued to tighten his grip, and his reach was extending even into the Outer Rim these days. There was a massacre on Mantooine in the Atrivis Sec-tor, and the Rebels that had managed to capture an Im-peri.al base there were wiped out practically to the last defender. There were other massacres as object lessons to in-ner Imperial worlds. Gunrunners had to be increasingly wary and fast, in order to deliver their cargoes. When Han had first begun making the Kessel Run, it was un-usual to even pick up an Imp craft on ships sensors. Now it was unusual to not spot one. To support his fleets and armies, Emperor Palpatine levied taxes that had citizens of the Empire groaning beneath the finan-cial burden. These days, the average citizen of the Em-pire struggled just to put decent food on the table.

(Han and his friends, naturally, did not pay taxes. No tax collectors came to the Smugglers Moon-collecting taxes from the motley denizens of Nar Shaddaa was such a daunting task that the moon was simply over-looked each tax time.)

In the past, Han had paid little attention to news-vids about the struggle between the Imperials and the underground Rebel groups. But now, knowing that Bria might be involved in those actions, he found himself lis-tening to the news-vids with undivided attention. Pal-patine must be crazy, Han found himself thinking, on more than one occasion. He askinfor a wholesale re-bellion with these tactics... massacres, murders, citi-zens hauled out of their homes in the middle of the night, and never seen again ....You ,asss over people bad enough, long enough, youre askinfor revolt .... Dissent in the Imperial Senate was growing by leaps and bounds. One of the more prominent Senators, Mon Mothma, had been forced to flee not long ago, after the Emperor ordered her arrest on charges of treason. Mon Mothma had been a prestigious member of the Senate, and the Emperors high-handed move caused demonstra-tions on Chandrilla, her home planet-demonstrations that resulted in yet another ruthless massacre of Imperial citizens.

The Emperors attacks on financial well-being and personal freedom had another effect, one that Hah found particularly disturbing. More and more down-trodden, poverty-stricken people were chucking their old lives and heading for Ylesia to become Pilgrims-or, as Han knew, slaves. Many of the new Pilgrims came from Sullust, Bothu-wui, and CoreIlia, worlds that had recently suffered reprisals for civil unrest and anti-taxation demonstra-tions. Han arrived home one day from a smuggling run to discover that, for the first time, the tlanda Til had held a revival on Nar Shaddaa. As a result, a number of Corellians from the Corellian sector of Nar Shaddaa had packed up and were waiting to board a ship bound for, among other places, Ylesia.

When he heard this, Han grabbed a tube over to the disembarkation point, and raced up to the line of hollow-eyed, weary looking Corellians waiting to board the transport. What do you think youre doing? he shouted. Ylesia is a trap! Havent you heard the stories about it? They lure you there, then turn you into slaves! Youll wind up dyin in the mines of Kessel! Dont go!

One old woman looked at him suspiciously. Shut up, youngster, she said. Were going to a better place. The Ylesian priests say theyll take care of us, and well have a better life... a blessed life. Im sick of scratchin here. The cursed Empire is making it too hard these days to earn a dishonest living. The others muttered similar imprecations at him as he moved up and down the line, expostulating with the Pilgrim-candidates. Hah finally stopped and stood there, wanting to howl aloud with rage, like a Wookiee. Chewie did howl in frustration.

Chewie, short of setting my blaster on stun and shooting them all, there aint no way of stoppin them, the Corellian observed, bitterly.

Hrrrrrrrnnnnnnnn, Chewie agreed, sadly.

In a last ditch effort, Han tried talking to some of the younger people, even going so far as to offer one or two a job. None would listen to him. He soon gave up in dis-gust. This had happened to him once before, on Aefao, a remote world at the opposite side of the galaxy from Nar Shaddaa. There had been an Ylesian revival, and Han had tried to warn those who were heading for the ships, but he found he couldnt compete with the Pilgrim-candidates wide-eyed memories of the Exulta-tion. Only a few of the small, orange-skinned, hu-manold Aefans had listened to him. Over a hundred had boarded the Ylesian missionary ship ....

Hah watched the line of Corellians shuffling into the waiting transport, and shook his head. Some people are just too dumb to live, Chewie, he said.

Or too desperate, the Wookiee rejoined.

Yeah, well, just another reminder to me that stickin your neck out is a good way to get your head chopped off, Han said, disgustedly, as he turned his back on the doomed Corellians and began walking away. Next time I think about doin that, pal, I want you to give me a Wookiee love-tap that will put me on my butt. Youd think after all these years Id learn ....

Chewie promised, and, together, they walked away.

Despite the fact that he had his undersized hands full running Besadii, Durga the Hutt refused to give up his search to find his parents murderer. Six members of the household staff had died under rigorous interroga-tion, but there was absolutely no indication that any of them had been involved. If the household staff was innocent, then how had Aruk been poisoned? Durga had another conversation with Myk Bidlor, who confirmed this time that there were traces of X-1 in Aruks digestive tract. The lethal substance had indeed been eaten.

Durga terminated the communication, and went for a long undulation, roaming the halls of his palace, thinking. His expression was so forbidding that his staff already highly nervous, and understandably sofled before his approach as though he were an evil spirit from the Outer Darkness. In his mind, the young Besadii lord was going over the last months of his parents life, mentally ticking off every moment of every day. Everything Aruk had eaten had come from their own kitchens, prepared by the staff of chefs-including the ones now deceased. (He made a mental note to hire two new chefs .... ) Durga had had the entire kitchen and the servants quarters scanned for any trace of X-1. Nothing. The only place that theyd picked up even the smalle hint of the substance had been on the floor in Aruks office, not far from his usual parking spot for his repulsor sled. And that had been just the barest trace. Durga frowned, contorting his birthmark-stained features into something resembling a demon-mask. Something was higgling at him. A memory. Niggling... wiggling... niggling... Wiggling... wriggling! The nala-tree frogs/ Suddenly the memory was there, sharp and clear. Aruk, belching as he reached for yet another live nala-tree frog. Up until now, Durga had never considered the possibility that the poison could have been deliv-ered by means of a living creature-after all, it seemed only reasonable that the creature would die from the poison long before it could be ingested. But what if nala-tree frogs were immune to the ef-fects of X-l? What if their tissues had been filled with ever-increasing amounts of X-l, without affecting them?

Aruk had loved his nala-tree frogs. Hed eaten them every day, sometimes as much as a dozen of them every day.

Osman! Durga bellowed. Fetch me the scanner!

Bring it straight to Aruks office!

The Chevin appeared briefly, acknowledged the or-der, and then vanished. The sounds of his running feet faded into the distance. Durga began undulating at top speed toward his parents sanctum. When he reached there, he was only seconds ahead of the panting servant, who was carwing the scanning device. Durga grabbed it from his hands, then rushed into the office. Where is it? he thought, looking wildly around.

Yes, there! he realized, heading for the corner. Stand-ing in the corner, forgotten, was Aruks old snack-quarium. Hed used it to keep live food fresh, and, the last few months of his life, that live food had mostly been nala-tree frogs!

Thrusting the scanhers probe-tip into the snack-quarium, Durga activated the instrument. Moments later, he had his answer. The mineral deposits on the globes glassinc sides contained sizable amounts of X-l!

Durga let out a bellow of rage that made the furniture rattle, then went berserk, smashing the snackquarium with one mighty blow of his tail, slamming his bulk into furnishings, crushing and destroying everything in his path. Finally, hoarse and panting, he halted in the ruins of Aruk office. Teroenza. Teroenza sent the frogs.

Durga first impulse was to fly to Ylesia and person-ally smash the tlanda Til to a bloody pulp, but, after a moment reflection, he realized that it would be be-neath him to soil his hands and tail on a lesser being. Besides, he couldnt just do away with the High Priest. Teroenza was a good High Priest, and would be hard to replace. The Besadii lord was uncomfortably aware that if he had Teroenza killed, the tlanda Til on Ylesia might well refuse to continue their charade as priests in the Exultation. Teroenza was well-liked by those who served under him. He was also an able administrator, who had brought Besadii ever-increasing profits from the spice factories.

Ill have to have a trained replacement ready to step in before I act against him, Durga thought. Also, Durga reflected, the evidence against the High Priest was purely circumstantial. It was remotely possi-ble that Teroenza was innocent. Durga had kept a close eye on Teroenza expenditures, and no large sums of credits had left his account. He could not have pur-chased the poison unless he did it in a very clandestine way... and he did not have the kind of credits it would take to purchase large amounts of X-1.

Unless he sold that wretched collection of his .... Durga thought, but he knew that hadnt happened. He kept close watch over all the shipping manifests going into and out of Ylesia, and Teroenza had, in fact, been adding to his collection for the past nine months.

The Besadii lord resolved to begin training a new tlanda Til that very week. Hed continue his investiga-tions, and by the time the new High Priest wts ready, hed hire a bounty hunter to bring him Teroenza horn. Durga envisioned the horn, mounted on the wall of his office, right next to Arnk holo-portrait.

Teroenza might not be the only one who deserved to die on Ylesia. Someone had had to capture the nala-tree frogs, put them into shipping containers, and load them onto ships. Durga resolved to investigate the situation from all angles before placing his bounty.

Of course the real murderer was the individual who had purchased the X-1 and masterminded the entire operation. Jiliac was his prime suspect. She had the credits, she had the motivation. Durga had already begun searching for links be-tween Jiliac and the Malkite Poisoners. Now he would also search for links between the Desilijic leader and Teroeuza .... Surely hed find something . . . some record. Ship-ping records, deposits of credits, withdrawMs, records of purchases... somewhere there would be evidence that would link both Teroenza and Jiliac to Aruks death, and he, Durga, was going to find them.

He knew that the search would require both time and credits. His own personal credits, unfortunately. Durga didnt dare jeopardize his admittedly precarious position as leader of Besadii by spending huge amounts of the kajidics money on what would be called a per-sonal vendetta. Zier and his other detractors were already watching him, just ready to pounce on unjustified expenses. No, hed have to pay for it himself... and it would strain his personal resources to do so. Durga thought for a moment of Black Sun. A word to Prince Xizor, and hed have all of Black Suns impres-sive resources at his command. But that would be open-ing the door to a Black Sun takeover of Besadii, and possibly all of Nal Hutta.

Durga shook his head. He couldnt risk that. He didnt want to wind up as one of Xizors vassals. He was a free and independent Hutt, and no Falleen Prince was going to give him his marching orders. Durga left Aruks smashed office, and went to his own. He had a long session of work at his datapad be-fore him. He couldnt let his work for Besadii suffer, so most of his search would have to be done at night, while most Hutts were sleeping.

Grimly, Durga reached for his datapad, and began keying in requests for information. He had found his parents murderers, he was sure of it. He knew the how, and the why. Now to gain the proof that would allow him to challenge Jiliac and de-mand persona] satisfaction for a blood-debt. Durgas tiny fingers began racing over his datapad, and the greenish tip of his tongue protruded from the corner of his mouth as he concentrated ....

Teroenza paced slowly down the hallway in the Yle-sian Administrative Center to meet with Kibbick. The Hutt overlord had requested his presence almost twenty minutes ago, but Teroenza had been busy. In the old days hed never have dared to keep a Hutt lord waiting, but things on Ylesia were changing, slowly but surely.

He, Teroenza, was taking over. That idiot Kibbick was just too stupid to realize it. Every day he was making plans, hiring the additional guards Durga had authorized, and fortifying the planet. Instead of hiring mostly Gamorrean guards, strong but even dumber than Kibbick which was saying something!--Teroenza was carefully choosing tough-ened mercenary fighters. They cost more, but theyd be worth it in battle.

And Teroenza knew there was going to be a bat-tle .... The day would come when hed have to openly declare his break with Nal Hutta. Besadii would never take such a bid for independenee lying down, but Teroenza planned to be ready. He would direct his troops in battle, and victory would be theirs!

The High Priest was already making arrangements to bring the mates of the tlanda Til priests to Ylesia. His own mate, Tilenna, would be one of the first to arrive. Kibbick was such an idiot that he probably wouldnt even notice for some time. The differences between male and female tlanda Til were most readily appar-ent to tlanda Til. To most other species, except for the males horn, they appeared virtually identical. Teroenza was also planning on increasing the defenses, even if he had to sell off part of his collection to do it. Hed checked the price of a ground-mounted turbo-laser and been horrified, but perhaps Jiliac would help him out with the credits he needed. After all, he, Teroenza, was the only one who could implicate her in Aruks murder. It made sense that shed want to stay on his good side. When Teroenza reached Kibbick audience cham-ber, he hesitated before the portd, consciously sum-moning up enough of a servile air to pass. He didnt want Kibbick to be aware of his contempt. Not yet. Soon, though ....

Soon, Teroenza comforted himself. Play your part. Listen to him babble. Agree with him. Flatter him. Soon you wont have to do this any more. Only a few more vwnths to put up with his foolishness. Soon

....

One of the first things Han Solo did after getting the Millennium Falcon was challenge his girlfriend, Salla Zend, to a race. In the smaller, unreliable Bria hed never had a hope of defeating her swift Rimrunner, but nOW...

Whenever the two of them happened to have cargoes bound for the Kessel Run, the two smugglers would race through that dangerous area of space. They fre-quently ran spice and other contraband to the Stenness System, and the Kessel Run was the fastest way there.

One time Han would win... the next, Salla. The two ships were very evenly matched. Neither of the two smugglers liked losing, and their friendly competi-tions became increasingly fierce. They began taking chances... dangerous ones. Especially Salla. An expert pilot, she flew her ship alone and was proud of her skill at getting the last bit of power out of her vessel.

One morning Han and Salla left her apartment to-gether, kissed each other goodbye, and promised to meet on Kamsul, one of the seven inhabited worlds in the Stenness System. Hah grinned at Salla. Loser buys dinner?

She smiled back at him. Im going to order the most expensive thing on the menu just to spite you, Hah. Han laughed, waved, and they parted to go to their respective ships. The run to Kessel was uneventful. Han managed to beat Salla in by nearly fifteen minutes, but one of the loader droids a ssigned to his ship developed a malfunc-tion, and slowed the loading process. Salla Rimrunner came swooping down for a reckless landing while he was still loading up, and Hah was barely five minutes ahead of her in lifting off.

He was flying with Chewie as copilot and Jarik in the topmost gunners mount. Imperial patrols in the Kessel region were becoming more and more prevalent these days.

Hah keyed his intercom as they went blasting into the Run. Look sharp, kid, he told Jarik. I dont want any Imp patrols catching us by surprise.

Right, Hah. Just keep a lookout on those soupod-up sensors of yours, and Ill blast em before they know what hit era.

The first obstacle to be faced once they left Kessel was the Maw-a treacherous, roughly spherical region of space containing black holes, a few neutron stars, and scattered main-sequence stars. From a distance, the Maw appeared in Kessel nighttime sky to be a rounded, fuzzy, vari-colored glow, much like a nebula. But as a ship drew closer, the spherical shape became clearer. The Maw glowed with the light from the suns within it, the ionized gas and dust trails snaking throughout in bands of color. And, seemingly looking back at Hah, were the accretion disks of the black holes. The accretion disks resembled white, watching eyes against the dimmer regions of the Maw. Depending on their angle relative to the Falcon, those eyes were slit-ted, narrowed, or wide open. In the middle of each eye was a pinprick black pupil marking each of the black holes that were sucking in the trails of starstuff.

Almost like the jungle on an Ylesian night, Hah thought. Black nights with watching predator eyes .... Navigating the perimeter of the Maw at normal sub-light speeds was a tricky proposition, and racing around it at full throttle was asking for disaster. Han glanced at his sensors, and saw that Salla was gaining on them. He increased speed, pouring it on, until he was going faster than he ever had before on a run.

She wont catch us now, Hah said to Chewie. Im gonna hold this lead until were into the Pit and then well be far enough ahead that well make our jump to hyperspace at least twenty minutes ahead of Rimrunner. The Pit was a perilous asteroid field encased within a wispy gaseous arm of a nearby nebula. To-gether, the Maw and the Pit made the Kessel Run the dangerous proposition it was. Hearing Han boast, Chewie gave an unhappy moan and made a suggestion.

Whaddaya mean, let her beat us? Han demanded indignantly, his gloved fingers flying over the controls as they went screaming past the first cluster of black holes. The gas and dust from nearby stars was being pulled into the accretion disks in long, attenuated streamers of blue-white and rose. You crazy? I aint buying dinner! Im gonna win a nerf tenderloin with a broiled ladnek tail, surf and turf special, fair and square!

Chewie eyed the Falcon speed indicator nervously, and voiced another suggestion. Youll buy everyoneg dinner if I slow down? Hah gave his copilot an incredulous glance. Hey pal, mar-riage must be makin you soft these days. I can handle this. The Falcon can handle it. Were gonna win this one !

Even as he spoke, his instruments registered a strange sensor signature from the recklessly acceler-ating Rimrunner. Han stared, eyes wide, at his board. Oh, no . . . he whispered. Salla, you crazy? Dont do it!

Moments later Rimrunner royhock-shaped form elongated, then popped out of real space. Chewie howled. Salla! Han yelled, uselessly. You crazy fool! Tryin a microjump near the Maw is just asking for trouble!

Chewie fretted as Han tYantically increased speed even more, checking his sensors to try and find the Rimrunner. Whered she go? Crazy woman! Whered she go?

Ten minutes passed, then fifteen, as the Falcon sped along, hugging the perimeter of the Maw. Hah consid-ered trying a microjump himself, but he had no way of discovering what course Salla had followed. The only thing he could be sure of was that she wouldnt have tried jumping straight from one side of the Maw to the other. The deep gravity wells from the black holes and neutron stars would have yanked her out of hyperspace in short order-and probably straight into a black holes event horizon, the point of no return.

No, she had to have jumped along the perimeter, perhaps to get a straight shot at the Pit .... Chewie whined and stabbed a hairy finger at the sen-sors. Thatg her! Hah said, studying Rimrunner read-ings. Salta was still moving, but she wasnt headed toward the Pit. She was... Oh, no . . Han whispered, feeling horror wash over him. Chewie, something must have gone wrong. She aint goin in the right direction... He checked his instruments again. She came outta hyperspace within the magnetic field of that neutron star up ahead!

Rimrunner was still moving, but no longer in a straight path. Instead Salla ship was within a thousand kilometers of a neutron star, looping up in a high orbit. Hans sensors showed jets of deadly plasma spewing out both sides of the flattened accretion disk that marked the neutron star location. Either the gravity well or the magnetic field must have disrupted her navicomputer, and she came out of the microjump in the wrong place... Han breathed, feeling as though his chest were being squeezed by a gi-ant, invisible hand. Oh, Chewie... she a goner ....

Within minutes, Salla ship would reach apastron, or the highest and slowest point in her orbit around the dying star. Then, scant minutes later, Rimrunner orbit would pull it looping back around, and Salla ship would pass through the edge of the plasma jet. The deadly radiation levels there would fry her in moments.

A hundred memories of Salla raced through Han mind between one heartbeat and the next. Salla, smil-ing at him in the morning... Salla, dressed in a glam-orous gown, taking him out for a night in the casinos... Salla, her face smudged, fixing a hyperdrive as easily as most people would fix breakfast . . . except that Salla never had learned to cook ....

Chewie . . he whispered hoarsely, we gotta try and save her.

Chewbacca shot him a look, then pointed a. hairy fin-ger at the sensors and growled. I know, I know, Rimrunner awfully close to that plasma jet, Hah said. And for us to get close, we risk gettin our ship knocked out and joinin Rimrunner. But Chewie... we gotta try. The Wookiee blue eyes narrowed with determina-tion and he roared his agreement. Salla was a friend. They couldnt abandon her.

Hah opened a frequency on the Falcon corem, even as he began frantically ordering his navicomputer to run calculations. Salla? Salla? This is Han. Honey, you there? Were gonna try and get you... but youll have to do what I tell you. Salla? Come in! Over.

He tried twice more as the navicomputer began spouting possible approach vectors. He knew the mag-netic fields, ionized gas, and plasma trails would inter-fere with communications, but he hoped that the Falcon powerful sensors and transmitters could punch through.

Chewie, tell Jarik to get into a vacuum suit and stand by the airlock with the magnetic grapple and the winch. Im gonna tell her to eject, and well match her trajectory and pick her up. Chewie gave Han a skeptical glance. Dont look at me like that! Han snapped. I know it wont be easy!

Ive got the navicomputer workin on an approach vec-tor that will keep us outta the plume magnetic field. Dont stand there tellin me all the stuff that can go wrong! Get movin!

Chewbacca made a hasty exit.

Han tried the comm unit again. Salla... Salla, this is Falcon. Come in. He wondered whether Salla abrupt reversion to real space had caused her to be flung against the controls. She could be lying there, un-conscious... or dead.

Hey, baby, answer me. Come in, Salla ....

He continued to call as he sped toward the apas-tron coordinates. The neutron stars magnetic field was so powerful that it must have blown out every active system on Rimrunner the moment Salla came out of hyperspace. That would almost certainly include Rim-runnerk sole lifepod, as that system was usually kept on-line-ready for an emergency ejection at a mo-mentk notice.

Salla was still moving, coasting at the same speed she had been when shed first jumped into hyperspace, but now she had no way to brake or alter direction. Most importantly, no power to blast free of the gravity well. Shed be pulled closer and closer in an ever-tighter or-bit until her ship encountered the edge of the accretion disk, then... boom.

By the time that happened, though, Salla WOuld have been dead for at least five minutes, from passing through that plasma particle jet ....

Not if I can help it, Hah thought grimly. Salla?

Salla? Can you read me? Come in, Salla!

Finally, he heard a crackle of static, then a faint reply. ... Hah... Rimrunner... engines out. Power gone... batteries dying... cant... goner, honey... stay away....

Hah swore loudly. No! he yelled into the comm. Salla, listen to me and do exactly what I say!

Rim-runner a gorier, fight, but not you, Salla! Youre gonna have to abandon ship, and youve got only a few min-utes to do it! Was your lifepod on-line when you got hit?

.. affirmative, Han... lifepod dead... no way to eject ....

It was as hed thought. Her lifepod was useless, its electronic systems blown. He wet his lips. Yes, you can eject! Were comin to get you! Salla, you get your rear down to your aft airlock and stuff yourself into a vacuum suit! Take both suit thrust paks, hear me? When the first runs out, activate the second. Full throttleLIm gonna try and match your trajectory, but I want you its far away froin Rimrunner and that plasma jet as possible! Wont work... jump?

Yeah, dammit, jump! Han made a course adjust-ment. I can be there in eight minutes. I want you blasting away from Rimrunner at full throttle on the fol-lowing coordinates... He glanced at his navicomputer and gave her a string of numbers. Copy that? But Rimrunner... was the faint reply. Blast Rimrunner! ttan shouted. It a ship, you can get another! Now do it, Salla! This is gonna be hard enough without you arguing! Youve got three minutes to get into that suit! Go!

He keyed his intercom to Jarikk spacesuit frequency. Jar/k, you standing by with the magnetic grapple and the winch?

Affirmative, Hah, Jar/k said. Just warn me when I can make visual contact. Itk hard to see in this hehnet. Ill tell ya, kid, Hah said tersely. Here your coor-dinates for the grapple. He repeated them. Timink gonna be critical here, so dont be slow about it. Any drift, and well graze the edge of the magnetic field and then were in the same fix as Rimrunner. Basically, weve got one chance to get in and get out safely. Got that? I copy, Hah, Jarik said, tensely.

As Han piloted his ship toward the rescue coordi-nates, he worried that Salla thrust paks wouldnt be strong enough to propel her far enough away from her doomed vessel. He didnt want to risk crashing into Rimrunner. The Falcon was a freighter, not designed for tight, pinpoint maneuvering of this sort. True, Han could make his ship practically stand on her head, but picking up a tiny spacesuited human while trying to stay out of the particle jet magnetic field was risky enough, without worrying about having Rimrunner slamming into them.

Hah carefully checked and rechecked his course. He had to do this precisely, on the first try. He had to get her before she got within range of that deadly plasma. He had a brief, hideous vision of what it would be like to bring a radiation-seared corpse aboard, and made himself concentrate on his piloting. This maneuver was probably the trickiest piece of piloting hed ever tried .... Minutes later, Han, sweating, began entering the course corrections that would bring them to the intersec-tion point. He slowed his ship... slowed her again... then again, He didnt dare come to a dead halt, for fear that hed drift into the magnetic field ....

He kept his eyes riveted on his sensors. Rimrunner was only about fifty kilometers away, now, growing on his screens. Jarik, I have visual contact with Rimrun-ner. Stand by. I read you, Hah. Standing by.

Had Salla ejected ill time? Han tried calling her. No answer, but there was a good chance that her suit com-link wouldnt be strong enough to reach him through the interference. The doomed freighter grew on his screens, in his viewport. Hah slowed still further, hardly daring to blink. Where is she? Did she have the courage to jump?

Salla didnt lack for courage, Han knew that. But jumping into space, with nothing between you and some very hard vacuum was a scary proposition. Han bit his lip, picturing her pushing herself away from Rimrunners airlock and triggering that first thrust pak. Although hed spent time in spacesuits himself, he didnt like it, hanging there, with nothing between you and in-finity in all directions. And hed certainly never had to try and cross kilometers of space in nothing but a space-suit. The Corellian wasnt sure hed have the courage to do what hed demanded of Salla ....

Before she became a smuggler, Salla had spent time as a technician on a corporate transport. He hoped she hadnt lost her spacesuit skills.

Han watched the schematic on his navigation boards. There was the neutron star, with Rimrunner projected downward-spiraling orbit marked out. Salla ship had reached apastron. The blip that was the Falcon was closing rapidly. Thirty klicks ....

And there, marked in virulent green, was the deadly plume of the plasma, haloed with the magnetic field in violet.

Han swallowed. So close...

He was closing on twenty klicks, now. He looked up, and through the viewport made out Rimrunners mynock shape.

Where is she? he wondered, checking the schematic again. Where is-Got her! Han suddenly yelled. Jarik, I see her blip! No visual yet, but stay sharp! He made a few mi-nor course changes so hed exactly match Salla trajec-tory. She was moving toward him at a pretty good clip, fast enough to stay in a straight line, not fast enough to risk losing control and going into a spin. Hah admired her suit expertise.

Ready, Han, the youth said, then muttered some-thing under his breath... a prayer? Han was too busy to inquire.

Hah turned on his ship intercom, Chewie, you standing by with that med-pak? Hrnnnnnnggggghhh!

As Hah watched her blip, he kept glancing up at the port, and suddenlyI got her! Visual contact! Jarik... fire magnetic grap-ple on my order... Han counted seconds in his head. Three... two... one...

Fire!

A tense second...

I got her! Activating winch!

Chewie, can you hear her?

Chewbacca roared. No, he couldnt hear her, but hed let Han know the moment he could. Jarik, Jarik, is she okay?

Shes waving, Han! A moment later, the kid said, Okay, Han, shes inside! Closing the airlock!

Chewbaccas roar came over the intercom a moment later. Right! Hah said. We are getting outta here!

Hah altered course and increased speed, pulling out of the neutron stars gravity well. Checking the schematic, he saw that Rimrunner was just passing through the plasma jet and accelerating in its orbit. That was close/

How is she? Han said over the intercom. Talk to me, guys?

A moment later he heard Sallas voice, hoarse but recognizable. Im okay, Han. Just a cut on my head. Chewies fixing me up.

Jarik, cmon up here and take the controls, Hah said. I want to see Salla. Chewie, dont forget to check her for radiation exposure ....

Arrrmnnnnnnnnghhhh! came the exasperated roar.

Thats goodff

Han, Jarik said, shes coming up. Stay where you are.

A minute later, the three joined Han in the cockpit. The Corellian slipped out of the pilots seat, and Chewie and Jarik took over the pilot and copilot seats. Salla sat down in the passenger seat, scowling. There was a bandage on her forehead, half-covered by her wiry mop of black hair. Hah bent over her solicitously. Hey... honey...

She pulled away from him, and for a second he thought she was going to swing at him. Her eyes flashed with anger at the universe in general. Taking the hint, Han stepped back. Hah... that blip... She pointed. Is that Rimrunner?

Han turned and looked at the schematic, then the viewport. Rimrunner was still in the plasma jet, visible only as an orange glow. Yeah, he said. Shes really picking up speed .... Silence reigned in the cockpit as the four watched the blip that was Sallas pride and joy speeding through the last of the plasma, accelerating faster and faster, heading for the accretion disk as the neutron star gravity pulled the freighter into an ever tighter, closer orbit.

Minutes later, a tiny flare blossomed for a second on the edge of the accretion disk. Salla stood up. Well, that that, she said, flatly. If you gentles will excuse me, I need to use the fresher. Han stood aside as Salla walked back into the Fal-cons interior. He thought about how hed feel if it was his ship that had just bought it, and could understand the pent-up anger that she was barely controlling. Minutes later, he heard muffled thuds and cries com-ing from the ships small lounge area. Hah glanced at his friends. Ill check it out.

When he arrived back in the lounge, he found Salla standing with her back to the hologram game board, beating her fists against the Falcons bulkheads and cursing a blue streak. Salla... he said.

She whirled to face him, amber eyes blazing. Han, why didnt you just let me die? For a second he thought she was going to punch him, and got ready to duck. But she restrained herself with a visible effort. Why, Han?

Satla, you know I couldnt do that, he said, holding up his hands placatingly. She stamped around the Falcons lounge, obviously on the verge of going nova. I cant believe I tried that microjump! I cant believe the Rimrunner is gone! How could I have been so stupid? Wed raced before, Salla, Han said. This time was just... bad luck.

She slammed a fist into a bulkhead, cursed again, then stood cradling her abused hand. That ship was my life! My living! And now, just... gone! She snapped her unbruised fingers. I know, Han said. I know.

What am I going to do now? I cant earn a living. I worked so hard to get that ship!

You can ride with me and Chewie, Han said. We can always use extra crew. Youre a hot pilot, Sla. Youll find work. Good pilots are always in demand.

Ride with you? she scowled. I dont need charity from you or anyone, Hah. Hey! he said, in injured tones, I am not in the charity business, Salla, you know me! Its just that . . . hey... I need the help.

She stared at him. You... need... me?

Han shrugged. Well... sure. I couldnt do without you, honey. I dont risk myselfor my ship-for just anybody, you know.

Thats true, she muttered, staring at him intently. Hah wondered what was going through her mind, but decided it wasnt a good time to ask. Cautiously, he moved toward her, wondering if shed push him away again, but she didnt.

He wrapped his arms around her, pulled her wiry form against him, kissed her cheek. I know how you must be feelin, Salla. I lost a ship not too long ago, too, remember. I remember, she whispered. Hey, Hah... I forgot to thank you.

For what?

Saving my life, what else?

He chuckled. Youve saved my hide a time or two in tight spots, Salla, dont forget. Remember that time the Nessies tried to pull a fast one on us? If it hadnt been for you spottin those bogus datacards, Id have lost a bundle.

She began to shudder violently. Her teeth chattered. D-dont buh-beee n-nice ttto mmmeeee, Hhhan, she managed, shivering. Wh-whats h-happening?

He stroked her hair. Adrenaline letdown, Salla. Hap-pens all the time after battles. You get the shakes, and you feel stupid, because by the time it happens, youre safe.

She managed a nod. Im ss-such a ff-fool.

But youre a live fool, Han reminded her. Thats the best kind.

Salla laughed shakily.

alla Zend was very quiet over the next week-so quiet that Han worried about her. Hed never seen her the way she was now. She refused offers to ac-company Hah and Chewbacca on a couple of Runs, even though Hah wasnt kidding when he said he needed her help. Jarik had recently found a girlfriend in the Corellian section of Nar Shaddaa, and was spending all available time with her. The kid had also hired on with Shug because the master mechanic was upgrading the hyperdrives on many of the Desilijic smuggling ves-sels. It was a big job, and Shug needed all the help he could get. Salla began hanging out at Shug spacebarn every day, working on the hyperdrive upgrades, too. But when Han returned home from a run, she was always there to greet him, smiling, with an affectionate kiss. Her behavior toward him was... different... somehow. She had a way of looking at Han as though she were some-how... evaluating... him. It made the Corellian uneasy.

The most unnerving thing of all was that Salla asked him to teach her to cook. Having been raised by Dewlanna, Hah was a fair cook, though he didnt bother preparing meals just for himself. But, since he and Salla were together almost every night, Han had fallen into the habit of fixing a meal for them. Suddenly, out of the blue, Salla wanted him to teach her. For some reason Han had a bad feeling about that. He couldnt say why that worried him-after all, it wasnt a big deal, learning to cook, right?--but it did.

He began with easy things... breakfast, stews, soups, then graduated to menus such as boiled traladon steaks with tubers on the side, imush-roots chopped and sauteed with hot sauce, Wookiee fiat-biscuits with forest-honey glaze.

Salla paid strict attention and approached cooking with all the seriousness shed have given to tearing down and rebuilding a faulty motivator matrix. She was so earnest about it that Han grew more and more troubled.

He considered asking her what was going on, but he didnt want to pry. Salla had just lost her ship. That was reason enough for some eccentric behavior, he told himself.

One night, when shed served the first meal shed cooked all by herself, Han finished the last bites of slightly scorched ladnek tail and somewhat rubbery marsh-root souffit, and smiled at her. This was tasty, Salla. Youll be a gourmet cook in no time! Really? she looked pleased. Sure, he lied. Truth was, she had a long way to go.

Han... theres something Ive been meaning to tell you, she said. Something really important. Uh, oh. Here we go, he thought, with a feeling of dread. Whats that? he asked. Well, Ive been making some plans. It wont cost nearly what I thought, especially the hall, and I have a little bit saved. With what youve still got from the big sabacc game, we can do it. IYe talked to a caterer, and---Salla, what are you talkin about? Hah broke in, completely confused. Our wedding, she said. Ive been thinking about it, how you said you need me, and youre right. We need each other. Its time to go ahead and have a real life together, Han. Like Roa and Lwyll. Remember what a nice wedding they had? We can have something just as nice. I think we owe it to ourselves. All our friends can come.

Han stared at her, too dumbfounded to speak. His first impulse was to shout, Have you gone crazy? but he counted to ten. Maybe Salla needed medical atten-tion. She had suffered a blow to her head. Concerned, he finally managed, Uh, Salla, I dont think thats in the cards right now. She chuckled. I knew youd say that, Han. Men! They never want to admit how they feel. Dont you re-member tellin me that you kind of envied Roa and Chewie, having a real family? Hah remembered saying something along that line, but he certainly hadnt meant for it to be interpreted like this. He shook his head. Salla, honey, I think wed better discuss this. You havent told anyone about this, have you? Or actually made any concrete plans? Well . . . just a few people, she said. Shug, and Mako and Lando, and Jarik. And I put a reservation fee on the hall.

Mako! Hah groaned inwardly. His old friend from his Academy days would be having a wonderful time spreading this all over Nar Shaddaa. Jarik, why didnt you warn me? he wondered, then he realized that the kid was so head-over-heels for that cute little thing hed been seeing that he probably hadnt even really listened to Salla.

Salla, he said, this isnt like you. Weve never made any promises, any commitments. I mean, some-day, maybe... but...

She was smiling at him again-that smile that made him feel like a traladon on its way into the slaughter-house. An all-knowing smile that said she wasnt really listening. Desperate to communicate without really hurting her with the truth, Han reached out and took her hand across the table. Salla, honey... weve never even said the word love before. Are you tellin me that you love me enough to spend the rest of your life with me?

Her amber eyes shifted, just slightly, then she nod-ded. I know what I want, Han. You and me together, and an end to risking our lives hauling spice. Well be like Roa and Lwyll, and go off together to make a new life. An honest life. Maybe well have kids someday.

But do you love me? he asked, holding her eyes with his own.

Sure, she said. Of course I do, Han. You know that.

No, I dont think I do, he thought, cynically. He hadnt missed that slight shift of her eyes. He knew Salla was fond of him, cared for him, and had passion for him. But love?

Anyway, youll see, this is the right decision, Han. Were going to be really happy, and this will be the best wedding ever. Well have a great party afterward.

Han didnt miss the fact that she hadnt asked him whether he loved her. She doesnt want to know the an-swer, he realized.

For a moment it was on the tip of his tongue to say, Salla, I dont love you, and I dont want to marry you. But somehow he couldnt quite get the words out. He didnt want to break up with her, and that would cer-tainly do it.

Han silently resolved to talk to Chewie, and maybe Lando about this, since Salla had already shot her mouth off. Maybe one of them would have some idea how to tell her no about the marriage, without losing her.

Hah didnt want to lose Salla, but he sure wasnt get-ting married. Especially now, when he was on top of the smuggling heap, with the speedy Falcon as his very own! He had places to go, business to do, cargoes to haul, and there was fun to be had fun that would be totally ruined if he was married. As far as the Corellian was concerned, getting married was tantamount to some unending Imp work detail. Han would hardly have been less dismayed to find himself sentenced to the spice mines of Kessel. The next day he cornered Chewie in their apart-ment, and, while ZeeZee trundled back and forth, pick-ing up things and putting them down again in the exact same spot, told him the whole story. His friend growled and moaned, shaking his head. Whaddaya mean the way Sallas actin reminds you of Wynni? Han de-manded. Wynni cant keep her paws off you, tries to seduce you every time we run into her. Salla aint like that. She just wants to get married.

Chewbacca amplified on his previous statement. Salla reminded him of Wynni because she wasnt asking whether Han wanted her, she was just assuming that he did, and doing what she wanted. Marriage, the Wookiee pointed out, had to be something where both partners had an equal voice. Sometimes one partner might ac-cede to the wishes of the other, but nobody should just assume they knew what was best and start making deci-sions for a couple.

Hans brow furrowed. Year, I see what you mean, he muttered. Salla aint askin, shes just takin it for granted that were gettin married. He shook his head sadly. Today shes out shoppin for an outfit. She says cause Im Corellian, she wants a traditional Corellian wedding. That means a green dress. Chewie shook his head and launched into a long per-oration on females of any species who regarded males as prizes to be won. He cautioned Han that his sister, Kallabow, had decided in much the same way that she intended to marry Mahraccor. However, Chewie said, Kallabow had been cleverer about it than Salla. Shed merely given Mahraccor plenty of chances to realize that he loved her, Kallabow, until one day hed done ex-actly that. They were very happy, Chewie pointed out. Well, that aint whats gonna happen to me, pal, Hah said caustically. You know, Im startin to get mad, Chewie. She doesnt care what I want-she doesnt even want to know what I want. Thats no way to make someone fall for you and want to marry you. Chewie vociferously agreed. The next night, Hah spoke to Lando in a smoky bar at one of the big Nar Shaddaa casinos. The gambler shook his head the moment Hah brought the subject up. Han. . .Han . . . she dead serious about this, you know. When she told me about it, I started to laugh-cause I know you, pal!--and Salla just about decked me.

I know shes serious, Han said, morosely. Blast it, Lando, I dont want to marry her-I dont want to marry anybody! Ever, maybe! I like being single, and I like be-ing able to do what I want, when I want, with whoever I want to!

Easy, pal, Lando cautioned, and Hah realized his voice had scaled up to the point where other patrons of the drinking establishment were looking over at him. He took a hasty gulp of his Alderaanian ale. Well, have you tried telling her how you feel?

Lando asked.

Yeah, a couple of times, now. She just dismisses me. Ill say, Salla, this isnt a good idea, I need time to think about this, or even, Salla, I aint interested in gettin married now, but it doesnt do a bit of good. What does she say when you say that?

She just tosses it off. Says things like, dont worry, Han, men always feel like that. Its perfectly normal to have pre-wedding jitters.

Lando sighed so gustily that his mustache quivered. Thats tough, pal, he said. She sounds like shes set-tled on getting married to you as a good way to fix up her life. She lost her ship, but shes going to gain a husband.

She wants me to quit the business and leave Nar Shaddaa. Says we can be like Roa and Lwyll, sta a new life doing something else. No more smuggling.

Lando shuddered. Honest work? Thats awful! The gambler was only partly joking. Han drained his stein of ale and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Lando, what am I gonna do? I aint gonna marry her, thats for sure. But I cant be mean enough to her to tell her in a way that will make her listen.

Lando frowned. Thats a tough one. Seems to me, the way Sallas acting, shes just asking to be set down. But Han... you cant wait. She told me shes setting the wedding for next week. Han sat bolt upright. Next week? Oh, no... Lando, no way!

Lando nodded. Youve gotta tell her, Han.

But she wont listen!

What else can you do?

Hans features hardened with determination. I can leave, thats what. Ive been meaning to spend some time in the Corporate Sector, look up a master starship tech named Doc. Seems like now is a good time for that trip.

Corporate Sectors quite a ways away.

Yeah. And Salla doesnt have a ship, so she cant possibly follow me. Besides, if I just leave, thatll give her the message, clearer than anything I could say. And Im doin it right away, Lando. Tomorrow. That quick? Lando was taken aback. Why so fast?

Why stick around? Hah asked. Ill go see Jabba tomorrow morning, tell him Im headin out for a while and dont know when Ill be back. Besides . . . he sighed, I care about Salla. I dont want her spendin her credits on a wedding that aint gonna happen. So the quicker I go, the more shell save. Shes going to be mad, Lando said.

I know, Hah agreed bleakly. And I wish it didnt have to be like this. She should have some respect for me, not be so hard-headed. If there was another way around this, Id take it, but I cant think of anything. No matter what I do or say, Sallas gonna get hurt.

You could knuckle under and marry her, Lando said, cocking an amused eyebrow. Han shook his head. Lando, Id sooner kiss Jabba.

Lando sputtered with laughter until he nearly fell off his barstool. I aint losing my freedom, Han said grimly. Salla will get over this. Yeah, shell be mad. Yeah, shell probably never speak to me again. Im sorry about that, but not sorry enough to stick around. Id sooner micro-jump through the Maw.

Lando shrugged, offered his hand. Going to miss you, pal.

Cmon along, Han suggested, shaking it. Chewie and I could use a hand. What about Jarik? Han made a dismissive gesture. The kid wont be coming, Im almost certain. Shugs payin him more than I can afford to, and hes so hung up on that girl he cant see straight. No way hed be up for a long trip. True, Lando said. First love... isnt it sweet?

Han rolled his eyes, then the two of them laughed.

So.,. you comin? Hah prodded.

Not me, Lando said. Ive got to put in some time on the spaceship lot. Since Roa left, Ive been through one manager after another, and I caught the last one skimming.

Great, Hah shook his head. Well, Ill miss you, Lando. You watch your back, now, pal. You too.

Han spent one last night with Salla, but she was so wrapped up in her plans that she didnt even notice how grimly silent he was.

Just before they turned in, Han looked at her and said, Salla. ] . I wish youd asked me before planning all this. I aint the marrying kind of guy.

She laughed. All men think that, Hah... until they get married. Remember Roa? He said all along hed never do it, then he did, and you never saw anyone hap-pier. Thats the way men are. Not this guy,, Han said, but Salla only laughed. The next morning, Hah went by his place and had ZeeZee pack up his clothes (it didnt take long, Han never had many clothes) into an old backpack. Then he and Chewie went out to the Millennium Falcons land-ing pad atop one of the tall buildings of Nar Shaddaa.

Jarik turned up to see them off. Hah hadnt told any-one but Lando and the youth that he was going. Jarik held out his hand, and when Hah shook it, blurted, Now I wish I was going! Come back rich, Han!

Chewie, you take care of him, okay?

Han slung an arm around the young mans shoulders, shook him playfull Chewie gave him a Wookiee head-rub that made the kid yelp. You take care (ff yourself, Jarik, Hah said. Dont let ZeeZee drive you crazy. And... take my advice, kid. Have fun, but remember IfDn too young to get married, ym are definitely too young! Jarik laughed. Ill remember than, Han!

So long, kid. Take it easy.

Mirlutes later, with Nar Shaddaa behind them, Han keyed his corem system for a holo message. Quickly he gave Salla name and codes, then instructed Message Central to hold the message for two hours. By that time hed be long gone.

When the message signtied it was ready to record Hah cleared his throat self-consciously. Hi, Salla, he said. Tin sorry it had to be like this, but by the time you get this, Chewie and me will be gono. I tried to talk to you, but you just wouldnt listen.

He hesitated, took a deep breath. Salla, youre a great lady, but Im just not ready to get marriedto anyone. So try not to take it personally, okay? I think we need a break from each other. Ill be back someday. Try not to be too mad, Salla. Im just doing what I have to. You take care of yourself, Salla, and say goodbye to Shug and Mako for me.

Chewbacca grunted insistently, and Han said, Oh, and Chewie says goodbye, too. Stay well, Salla. Be happy.

Reaching out, he hit the transmit button, and then slumped back in Iris seat. Whew! That was worse than a dozen Runs, pal.

Chewbacca agreed that things of that nature were never easy.

Han nodded. Okay, pal. And, speakin of marriage, I think before we light out for the Corporate Sector, you and Mallatobuck deserve a little second honeymoon. So set course for Kashyyyk. Chewbacca gazed at Hah, his blue eyes lighting up. Han grinned at the Wookiee. Besides, I laid in another cargo of those explosive quarrels that Katarra liked so much. I figure a nice load of Thikkiian brandy might fetch a good price in the Corporate Sector. So is the Corporate Sector by way of Kashyyyk okay by you?

Chewbacca roared his approval of Hans suggestion so loudly that Hans ears rang. Minutes later, the Falcon was nothing but a rectan-gular streak traveling through hyperspace on the first leg of her long journey.

u 0unt, said Jabba, staring at the screen of his data-pad, at this rate Desilijic will be bankrupt in forty-I Ifour years.

Jabba and Jiliac were in Jiliac office in her island palace on Nal Hutta. The Desilijic leader had been dan-gling bright streamers of Askajian silk for her baby to focus on and lurch toward. Of course the baby Hutt could not reach for the vivid streamers-it still did not have arms, though over the past three months, its stubs had grown longer. These days it could spend two or three hours at a time outside its mothers pouch-much to Jabbas irritation. The only time he could gain Jiliacs full attention was while her baby was sleeping in her pouch.

Hearing Jabbas pronouncement, the leader of Desili-jic turned from playing with her infant to regard her nephew with mild surprise. Really? Jiliac said, and her great forehead furrowed, that soon? I would not have thought it possible. Still... forty-four years, Jabba. We should be able to reverse this trend long before then. What reports are you looking at?

All of them, .Aunt. I have spent much of the past week doing a complete financial portrait of Desilijic finances.

Where are the credits going, then?

Among other things, I have here the invoice from Shug Ninxs spacebarn, Jabba said, touching a key on the datapad and bringing up the document. Upgrading all of the sublight and hyperdrive engines on our ships has set us back fifty-five thousand credits.

That seems a bit excessive, Jiliac said. Was up-grading all our ships really necessary? Jabba sighed so loudly and exasperatedty that flecks of green drool spattered on the floor before him. Shug Ninx is a rarity among Nar Shaddaa denizens, aunt. The price is fair. And, if youll recall, we lost three smuggling ships to Imperial patrols over the last six months, and another to privateers. Our ships sublight engines were old and outmoded, and they couldnt elude Imperial tariff ships or pirates. And their hyper-drives were so slow that we were getting complaints from customers about their deliveries being delayed! So, yes, the upgrades were completely necessary, to avoid losing more ships. Oh, yes, I do recall that now, Jiliac said, vaguely. Well, if it is necessary, nephew, it is necessary. I trust your judgment.

My judgment is that I shmld be running things around here in name s well as fact, Jabba thought, grumpily. Aloud he said, At least the job is done. With any luck, our ships can now haul more spice, faster, and we can begin making back some of our investment. If only Besadii will hold the line this time on its new an-nounced prices for processed spice. This is their third increase in three months. Jiliac began to laugh, a great, booming sound that echoed in the huge, nearly deserted office. (Ever since shed had her baby, the leader of Desilijic had dismissed many of her former hangers-on and sycophants, for fear one of them would seek profit by kidnapping her baby and holding it for ransom. These days her opulent throne room held only her most trusted minions, com-pared to the way it used to be, when Jiliac was a male, childless Hutt. Jabha, of course, still enjoyed being sur-rounded by raucous crowds, music and dancing girls in his palaces on Nal Hutta and Tatooine.)

When Jiliac stopped laughing she exclaimed, Nephew, of course Besadii will not hold their line! Their strategy lately has been to reduce the amount of spice on the black market, to drive prices up. Simple economics. Highly effective, also.

I know, Jabba agreed, morosely. But they have to slither a fine line, Aunt. If they charge much more, theyll be competing with the Imperial spice market. And that might bring them to the unwelcome attention of the Emperor.

By Imperial decree, all spice, especially the ultra-valuable glitterstim, belonged to the Empire. But the prices for the spice sold through legal, Imperial chan-nels was so preposterously high that no one except the fabulously wealthy could afford it. Enter the smugglers and their side deals on Kessel and the other spice-producing worlds.

We had little choice but to upgrade our ships, Aunt, Jabba added. Our markets were making threats that they were going to begin dealing directly with Besadii.

Besadii does not have a smuggling fleet that can match ours, Jiliac pointed out, truthfully. Not at the moment, Jabba said. But my sources indicate that Durga has already bought a few ships, and is bargaining for others. He has announced his inten-tion of creating a fleet that will outclass ours. I believe he intends to take over the whole spice trade. We must not allow this, Aunt. I agree, Nephew, Jiliac said, waving an aqua streamer. What shall we do about it? I believe we must redouble our efforts to get more pilots to run our spice, Aunt, Jabba said. There must be pilots out there who are as good as Solo.

Is he gone? she asked, vaguely, stroking her babys head.

Jabba rolled his bulbous eyes and reached into a bowl for a Carnovian eel-pup, and popped the squirm-ing, squeaking morsel into his mouth. The baby Hutt looked over at him and drooled greenish-brown goo. ]abba hastily averted his gaze and swallowed noisily. Solo has been gone for several months, Aunt. By all re-port, he went to the Corporate Sector. His loss is being felt, he waved his datapad. Solo was the best. I even find myself missing the fellow.

Jiliac turned to regard her nephew in surprise. Jabba, you are talking about a human. And a human male at that. Have your tastes changed? I thought you had a penchant for those tiresome scantily clad dancers you fancy. It is hard for me to picture Solo in a dancing costume, cavorting with that great hairy brute of a Wookiee before your throne.

Jabba chuckled at the image. Ho-ho, Aunt! No, my fondness for Solo comes only from the fact that he Inakes us money, in an expeditious fashion. He would never allow himself to be boarded and his cargo and ship impounded for smuggling. Solo is quite clever and resourceful... for a human. The Empire is making its presence felt more and more out here in the Rim, Jiliac said. There was that massacre on that humanoid-inhabited world ....

Mantooine in the Atrivis Sector, Jabba said. Since then there has been another, aunt. Two weeks ago citi-zens of Tyshapahl staged a peaceful demonstration against the Empire and its taxation. The Sector Moff sent ships from the nearby Imperial garrison. The hn-perial vessels hovered over the crowd with their ships on repulsors while the commander demanded that they disperse. When they did not, he signaled his ships, and each vessel activated their engines. Most of tile crowd was summarily incinerated. Jiliac shook her massive head. Palpatines forces could use a few lessons in subtlety from our people, Nephew. Such a waste of resources! Far better to have landed, then herded them all into ships to be sold as slaves. That way the Empire could have rid themselves of the dissidents, and made a profit at the same time.

The Emperor should bring you to Imperial Center to advise him, Aunt, Jabba said, half-joking, but it oc-curred to him that hed get a lot more done if he didnt have to deal with and around Jiliac each day. The baby Hutt wriggled over in front of him, and he glared at it. The mindless little creature gurgled at him, burped, then spit up.

Revolting! Jabba thought, recoiling from the noxious pool of spreading liquid. Jiliac summoned a cleaning droid and wiped the in-fants mouth. Dont even suggest such a thing, Jabba, she said, sounding faintly horrified. You know how Pal-patinc treats non-humans. His aversion to non-humans is so strong that he does not even recognize Hutts as a superior species!

True, Jabba said. Shortsighted of him. But he is in authority, and we must deal with that. So far we have been able to buy protection from too close scrutiny by the Empire. It is expensive, but worth it. Agreed, Jiliac said. The only reason he left us alone after the battle of Nar Shaddaa was that the Council voted to voluntarily double the amount of taxes we pay to the Empire. Nal Hutta has fifty times the wealth of most planets, and our wealth buys us a certain amount of protection. Not to mention the bribes we pay to the new Moff, and to some of the Imperial Senators and high-ranking officers. The cleaning droid had finished its efforts, and the floor gleamed again. Hutts kept their floors scrupu-lously clean and, if they were uncarpeted, highly pol-ished. It was easier to glide around on them that way.

They say that the renegade Senator, Mon Mothma, has convinced three large resistance groups to ally. They signed a document theyre calling the Corellian Treaty, Jabba said. It is possible that a widespread re-bellion may be in the offing. And Aunt, Jabba waved his datapad, in war, there is profit to be made. We might be able to recoup our losses.

Those so-called Rebels have no chance against the might of the Empire, Jiliac scoffed. It would be fool-ish for us to take sides.

Oh, I was not suggesting that, Aunt, Jabba said hastily, scandalized by the suggestion. But there are times when profits could be made from aiding one side against the other. No permanent alliance, of course. Better to stay out of galactic politics altogether, mark my words, Jabba. Jiliac was holding her baby, bouncing it fondly. Good way to make it upchuck again, Jabba thought cynically. Sure enough, the baby Hutt did just that. Fortu-nately, the cleaning droid was still within call. Aunt... Jabba said, hesitantly, since times are be-coming so... complicated, perhaps you might consider sending tile baby to the communal nursery for each day? Then it would be easier to concentrate on our business. The child is well able to spend long periods outside your pouch. Besides, they have surrogate pouch-mothers at the nursery.

Jiliac reared up, tail twitching, her expression one of shocked indignation. Nephew! I am surprised that you would even suggest such a thing! In a year, perhaps, I might consider that, but now, my little one

.needs me continually.

It was just a suggestion, Jabba said, in as concilia-tory a manner as tie could manage. In order to bring Desilijicg finances back to the level they were before Moff Shildg destructive raid on Nar Shaddaa, a great deal more time and effort will be needed. I am putting in copious amounts of time these days. Ho-HO! Jiliac hooted. And just yesterday you spent half the afternoon watching that new slave-girl cavort all over your throne room, while your new band ofjizz-wailers played for you!

How did you-Jabba began, stung, then he sub-sided into silence. So what if hed taken a few hours off to amuse himself? Hed been up at dawn, working with the clerical droids and scribes on Desilijicg financial records, getting them in order so he could prepare a complete report on the implications of the new Besadii price hikes.

I have my ways, Nephew, Jiliac said. But of course I dont begrudge you your leisure time. All work and no amusement makes for a dull Hutt indeed, However, in turn, I expect you to respect my need to be with my baby.

Yes, Aunt. I do. Of course I do, Jabba said, seething inwardly. Hastily, he changed the subject. I believe Besadii should be called to account for these increases in the cost of their spice. It is possible that we may be able to rouse the other clans against them. To what purpose?

Possibly official censure and a fine. I have heard enough grumbling among the other clans to suggest that they are suffering from this price increase nearly as much as Desilijic. It is worth a try. Aunt, can you re-quest that the Hutt Grand Council call a meeting of the kajidie leaders? Jiliac nodded, evidently wishing to be conciliatory, too. Very well, Jabba. I will request such a meeting be-fore the end of the week.

Jiliac was as good as her word, and three days later,

Jabba, along with the Desilijie bodyguards, undulated

into the huge Hutt Grand Council chamber. All repre-sentatives or leaders of the Hntt crime syndicates, or kajidies, as they Were called, passed through multiple scanning and security devices in order to be allowed to enter, as did their bodyguards. Nothing that could be deemed a weapon was permitted inside. Hutts were not trusting sentients ....

Jabba took his place in the location allotted to the Desilijie members, and cautioned the other represen-tatives to allow him to do the talking. As Jiliae top lieutenant, he had that right, and they readily agreed.

Jabba noted that even his parent, Zorba, had sent a representative. The two of them were not close, but it was comforting to know that Desilijic was well-represented,

and that all of the Clan families had taken Jiliac summons seriously. When the representatives of all the kajidics were present, the Executive Secretary of the Grand Council, a recent appointee named Grejic, called the meeting to order.

Comrades-in-power, siblings-in-profit, I have con-vened you today to discuss concerns raised by Desilijic. I ask Jabba, Desilijic representative, to speak.

Jabba wriggled out in front of Grejic dais and lifted his arms for quiet. Wben the other Hutts continued to whisper to each other, he raised his tail and brought it down against the stone floor with a loud WHAP!

Silence ensued.

Fellow Hutts, I come to you today with some seri-ous allegations of wrongdoing on the part of Besadii ka-jidic. Over the past year, their actions have grown more and more reprehensible. It all started with the Battle of Nar Shaddaa. All of us suffered because of that attack-except Besadii. We lost ships, pilots, cargoes, part of the Moon shield-not to mention how much trade we lost! And then there was the aftermath of the battle. The loss of part of Nar Shaddaas shield caused the de-struction of several blocks of buildings from the crash of the Peacekeeper. Cleanup and reconstruction is still go-ing on. And who has paid for it? Each clan lost property and credits-except Besadii. And they alone-they who suffered no loss, who could most afford it-they have paid nothing! We have all suffered and lost-except Besadii!

The other Hutts murmured to each other when Jabba paused. He looked over at the section of floor re-served for Besadii, and saw that Durga had not deigned to appear. Instead he had sent Zier and several lesser members of the kajidic as his representatives.

And what did Besadii do while Nal Hutta was threatened? They sold slaves to the very Empire that was attacking their homeworld! All of the clans cooper-ated in paying the credits for the exorbitant bribe of Ad-miral Greelanx-which proved to be the only thing that saved our world from a devastating embargo. All of the clans, that is... except Besadii.

The other Hutts murmured muted affirmatives. Jabba was proud of the way his speech was going. He was verging on true eloquence, he thought, and even Jiliac, acknowledged orator that she was, could not have done better. He was actually glad that Jiliac had been too occupied with her baby to appear today. She wasnt as versed in all of this as he was, and things didnt affect her these days the way they used to

....

And in the months since that battle, fellow Hutts, what has Besadii done? Helped us rebuild? Offered to recompense the other clans for their share of the bribe? Sent a single work crew of slaves to help with the re-building? Jabba let his voice scale up to a near-shout. No! Fellow Hutts, what they have done is to raise the prices on their spice to the point where the profits of every kajidic are compromised-at the worst possible time! Some may say this is just good business, just the urge for profit but I say, No.t Besadii is trying to take over! To put us all out of business! Besadii wishes that there was no Hutt clan on all of Nal Hutta-except Besadii?

Jabbas voice had risen to a thundering pitch. He

slapped his tail for emphasis, hard. The echoes fled around the cavernous hall. I demand that Besadii be censured! I demand that the Grand Council take a vote to censure them now, and levy a fine, to be distributed among those they have wronged! I demand this in the name of all Hutts everywhere!!

The hall erupted into pandemonium. Tails slammed, voices cried out with indignation. Some Hurts turned on the Besadii contingent with threatening tail-waves, shouting insults and curses. Zier looked around wildly, and saw no friendliness in the hall. He raised his arms and voice, shouting in turn, but his voice was drowned out by the combined fury of the other Hurts. Finally the furor began to die down. Grejic slapped his tail for quiet, and finally got it. By custom, Zier, as the ranking member of Besadii, has the right to answer his accuser. What have you to say to all this, Zier?

Zier cleared his massive throat, swallowed. Fellow

Hutts, how can you condemn Besadii? Making profit is

to be lauded, not denigrated! Jabba and Jiliac lost the

most in the attack on Nar Shaddaa, and they are attempting to sway you into siding with them against Besadii. The truth is, Besadii did nothing wrong! We did nothingYou did nothing, all right! the leader of Trinivii ka-jidic shouted, breaking in. Desilijic offered the strategy that saved us. Besadii grabbed profit at all our expense!

Zier shook his head. What we did wasWe are Hutts! another leader shouted. It is our pride to take from other species! It is our pride to make profit! But we do not seek to destroy our own kind!

Compete, yes... destroy, no/

Chaos erupted., A cacophony of tail-thumps, shouts, curses, bellows, and raging diatribes filled the air. Grejic had to tail-thump many times to restore order. I believe it is time for a vote, he called. All kajidic representatives in favor of officially censuring and fining Besadii-vote now, yes or no, on the motion. Each kajidie leader pressed a thumb against the vote tabulator before him. Moments later, Grejic raised a hand. The votes are tallied. Forty-seven to one in favor of censuring Besadii.

Cheers rang out.

Zier of BesWait! A voice broke in. Jabba recognized that voice, and turned to see Jilia/c undulating across the room. Wait, I did not vote!

Jabba voted for your kajidic, Lady Jiliac. Why this interruption? Do you wish us to re-take the vote? Gre-jic was respectful, but clearly impatient to get on with the matter at hand. Re-take the vote? Jabbe looked at his aunt and their gazes locked. After a moment, she shook her head. My nephew is my accepted proxy, Lord Grejic. Please proceed.

Jabba let out his breath very slowly. For a moment hed thought Jiliac was going to question his judgment and his authority in front of everyone. Many of the other Hutts were giving him curions glances, clearly wondering why Jabbe had been voting if Jiliae was not going to support his position unreservedly. Jiliac glided over to lie beside her nephew, but Jabba found himself wishing shed just stayed away It was em-barrassing to have his judgment questioned in front of his own people. He thought again of what it would be like just to run Desilijic by himself, without interference---and unthinking interference, at that. Zier of Besadii, said Grejic, continuing where hed left off, it is the will of this Council that you be ex-cused from our ranks until your clan has paid one rail-lioncredits in damages, to be divided among the other kajidics equally. May I suggest that you endeavor in fu-ture not to regard your own people as you would those of other species-as dupes to be exploited.

The Executive Secretary waved to the guards and their ranking officer, who were standing at the en-trance. Guardsmaster, you will escort the Besadii dele-gation from this hall. As Zier and the other Besadii undulated along toward the entrance, Jabba saw that they were all trying to look confident and scornful and failing utterly. The soft mutter of the other Hutts swelled into a tumult of hooting laughter, raucous bellows, and shouted insults, jeers and threats. Jabba smiled inwardly. Not a bad afiernoon work, he thought smugly. Not bad at all .... Bria Tharen walked briskly down the corridor of her command ship, the light cruiser Retribution. She was on her way to review her troops before their planned raid on the slaver vessel Helot Shackle. Inwardly, Bria was excited and eager, but her features were composed and her blue-green eyes were as cold as deep glacial ice.

Mentally she reviewed her battle plan, analyzing it for weaknesses, making sure shed covered every possi-ble contingency with a backup option. This operation should go down smoothly, but the Helot Shackle was, after all, a heavily-armed Corellian corvette, a formida-ble vessel in her own right. Retribution was almost the same size as the Shackle, so they should be relatively evenly matched. Bria ves-sel was a Republic Sienar Systems Marauder-class corvette, sleek and streamlined, capable of both space and atmospheric combat. The Marauders were among the most common capital ships in the Corporate Sec-tors picket fleet. The Corellian underground had pur-chased this Marauder second-hand from the Authority, and given it to Bria for her flagship.

The Corellian commander had an operative working on the space station orbiting Ylesia. The operative had tipped Bria off a few days ago that the Ylesian priests were planning on shipping out nearly two hundred Exultation-addicted and malnourished slaves to the mines of Kessel. For a moment Bria wished she could give in to her own desires and go out with her people in tile first boarding wave. The troops aboard those three shuttles would see the maximum amount of combat, make the most kills. And Bria had a personal grudge against this particular slaving vessel. Nearly ten years ago, Helot Shackle had narrowly missed capturing Bria, Han and their two Togorian friends, Muuurgh and Mrrov, as theyd made their escape from Ylesia.

Bria sighed, but she knew that her place during the first wave was aboard her command vessel, coordinat-ing the attack, identifying pockets of heavy resistance in order to best allocate her troops for the second wave.

This was Retributiong fifth mission for the Corellian resistance, and Bria was glad to be back in action. Dur-ing her eight years with the Corellian underground, shed done whatever shed been assigned to do, and done it well. But she had hated the undercover spying projects... and hadnt much liked liaison work. Shed been glad to leave them behind and get back to real fighting.

It was Mon Mothma who had made it possible for Bria to go back into the real action. The renegade Im-perial senator had both the influence and the eloquence to convince individual resistance gr oups that a Rebel Alliance was a necessity. The Senator was better at it than Bria had ever been, and spent all her time travel-ing from world to world, meeting with underground leaders. Just a month ago Bria and the rest of the Corellian resistance had celebrated the signing of the Corellian Treaty. Publicly, Mon Mothma was credited with engineer-ing the Treaty, and there was no doubt that she had helped. But Bria had heard a rumor that Corellia own Senator Garm bel Iblis had secretly been one of the main architects of the Treaty. In addition to CoreIlia, the other signatories to the Treaty were Alderaan and Chandrila-Mon Mothma home planet.

Traveling system to system, world to world, Mon Mothma made contact with resistance groups where they existed, and created new groups where there had been none. The former senator fame was both help and hindrance; on the one hand it gave her access to important nobles and leade of industry, but on the other hand, especially in the beginning, some groups had expressed the fear that she might be an Imperial plant, sent by Emperor Palpatine to test their loyalty.

The renegade senator had faced death many times, both from Imperial troops and from suspicions resis-tance leaders. Bria had met Mon Mothma and con-ferred with her soon after the senator had fled the Emperor charge of treason. Shed been impressedalmost awed-by Mon Mothma quiet dignity, her unswerving resolution and her formidable intelligence. It had been one of the high points of Bria life when

Mon Mothma had shaken her hand and told her that

she, Bria Tharen, had been one of the people whod

been instrumental in getting Bail Organa to change his mind about Alderaan pacifism. The Viceroy was now committed to the thought of armed revolution against the Empire. He faced considerable resistance from his government, however, and, so far, Alderaans efforts at arming itself were small and extremely clandestine.

The Corellian Treaty had inaugurated the Rebel Al-liance Bria and the other Corellians had been working toward. The individual Rebel groups would retain much of their autonomy, but, in theory at least, strategic command of the Alliance was now vested in Mon Mothma. To date, the fledgling Rebel Alliance had not been tested in battle. Bria was hoping that would soon change. Bria rounded a corner in Retribution corridor, and was joined by her medical officer. Daino Hyx would be in charge of handling the slaves once they were res-cued. Hyx was a short, bearded man with the brightest blue eyes Bria had ever seen, and a shy smile that most people found irresistible. Hyx had been a scholar at one of Alderaan top universities. There hed studied medi-cine and psychology, and had wound up specializing in the treatment of addictions. Since joining the Corellian resistance six months ago, hed applied his formidable skills to the problem of the Ylesian Pilgrims. Bria was convinced that there were many frustrated idealists to be found among the underfed, overworked ranks of the Ylesian Pilgrims. Since her first raid on Yle-sia nearly two years ago, sixteen slaves that shed res-cued were currently topnotch fighters or operatives for the Corellian resistance. Another ten had been awarded medals for valor... posthumously.

Bria had pointed out to her commanding officers on CoreIlia that Ylesia, with its thousands of slaves, was a potential goldmine of Rebel recruits-if only they could find a way to overcome the addictive effects of the Exultation. True, Bria herself had overcome addic-tion to the Exultation to become a valuable addition to the Corellian underground. But it had taken her nearly three years of unrelenting effort to cure herself. Shed tried everything from meditation to drugs-and had only found the strength she needed when she decided to dedicate her life to the eradication of slavery and the Empire that condoned it. But they didnt have three years to devote to curing the Pilgrims. They had to find a cure that would work in weeks or months, rather than years.

That was where Daino Hyx came in. By thoroughly analyzing the physical, mental and emotional effects of the Exultation (at one point hed traveled to Nal Hutta to meet a number of tlanda Til males and studied how they produced the effect) Hyx believed hed found a cure. Hyx cure involved a mixture of mental, emotional and physical treatments, ranging from anti-addiction drugs to interactive and group therapy. Today, if all went well, Hyx would get the chance to begin putting his new treatment to the test. He glanced up at Bria. Nervous, Commander?

She smiled faintly. Does it show?

No. Most people wouldnt notice a thing, Im sure. But Im not most people. I got to know you pretty well while we were first working on the new therapy. And as-sessing the mental and emotional states of humanoids is my job, remember.

That true, Bria admitted. Yes, Im a bit nervous. This is different from capturing a customs patrol ship or raiding some lonely Imp outpost. This time, were going up against the people who used to own me, body and spirit. Im always just a bit afraid that when Im exposed to the Pilgrims addiction that my own will somehow come back.

Hyx nodded. You have an emotional stake in this raid, not just a military goal. It perfectly understand-able that youd feel anxiety.

Bria gave him a quick glance. That wont keep me from doing my job, Hyx. I know,] he said. Red Hand Squadron is very effi-cient, I hear. From what Ive observed about your peo-ple, theyd follow you into a black hole and out the other side.

Bria laughed a little. I dont know about that. If I were crazy enough to mess with black holes, I hope theyd be sane enough to hold back. But my troops would follow me into Palpatine Imperial Palace, that I knOW.

You wouldnt last very longff he said dryly.

She smiled, but no warmth reached her eyes. But wed have fun for a while. It would be worth my life to get a shot at Palpatine.

How soon does the first wave launch?

She glanced at the tiny chrono-ring she wore. Were waiting for the signal from my operative on the space station. Then well microjump into position. Hell tell us the moment Helot Shackle undocks from the Ylesian space station. We want to catch the slavers before they can leave the system. Makes sense. Bria turned right and entered the turbolift. Im go-ing down to do a final check of my troopers who will be going in the boarding shuttles. Want to tag along? Sure.

They took the lift down to the shuttle launch bay. When they stepped out, the launch area was a con-trolled frenzy of crews making last minute checks of vessels, equipment and weapons. One of the troops, seeing Bria, put two fingers in his mouth and whistled piercingly. Commander on deck? Bria spoke to her lieutenant, Jace Paol, who was overseeing the last pre-battle preparations. Assemble troops, please.

One quick order later, and the boarding squads were falling in. There would be one squad per shuttle, about ten troops on each. Two waves of three shuttles each, first wave and second wave. First wave would have the respon-sibility for boarding Helot Shackle and neutralizing the slaver resistance. The second wave would reinforce the first, and help with the mopping up. Bria walked slowly down the lines of troops, inspect-ing them, checking their uniforms, their weapons, their expressions. At one point she stopped before a young trooper whose eyes glittered with more than eagerness. Studying his flushed cheeks and reddened nose, she frowned. Corporal Burrid... He came to full attention. Yes, Commander!

She reached up, touched his cheek, then his fore-head. Fall out, Burrid. Youve got at least a degree of fever.

Skkot Burrid sMuted. Respectfully, Commander, I feel fine!

Right, Bria said. And Im the Emperor Wookiee concubine. Hyx?

The medical officer took a reed-probe out of his belt pouch and touched it to the young man face. Two de-grees fever, Commander. White cell counts indicate in-feetion, possibly contagious. Report to the reed droid, Corporal, Bria ordered. Crestfallen, the young man opened his mouth to protest, then he thought better of it and obeyed. With-out a word, his backup from the reserves moved into his place in line.

When Bria had finished her inspection, she paused, then addressed her soldiers. All right, people. Were waiting now for the signal to make our microjump. The Y-wings will go in first, and make their runs to bring their shields down. Then it will be up to you people. Youll be docking with their airlocks where they have them, and fighting your way in. Where there are no air-locks, were going to make ones. Special engineering teams will accompany two boarding shuttles. Those squads will cut through the hull just in front of the engi-neering sections.

She paused. Remember, there are going to be slaves underfoot, confused, frightened, and probably begin-ning to suffer from Exultation withdrawal. They may try to attack you. Dont risk yourselves, but make every rea-sonable effort not to harm them seriously. Use stun beams on those slaves, all fight? There was a general murmur of agreement. Are there any questions?

There werent. The troops had already been briefed by their squad headers and platoon leaders, and theyd been through repeated drills.

Bria nodded at the troops. This is Red Hand most ambitious undertaking yet, people. If we can pull this off, you can bet well be seeing more action. So let im-press the Sector Command... right? Agreement was unanimous.

As Bria turned to confer with her platoon leaders, suddenly her comlink beeped. She activated it. Yes? Commander, the signal just came through. Helot Shackle has just undoeked from the Ylesian station. Bria nodded, then turued to the platoon leader. First wave, board your shuttles. Second wave... stand by.

The deck reverberated to th e pound of running feet as the thirty troopers scrambled into their respective shuttles. Bria keyed in her personal frequency. Attention, Crimson Fury, this is Red Hand Leader. Go ahead, Red Hand.

Prepare your ships to microjump in three minutes.

Retribution will be right behind you.

Copy that, Red Hand Leader. Preparing for micro jump.

Quickly Bria and Daino Hyx left the shuttle fighter launch bay, took the turbolift up, then jogged forward until they reached the bridge. The ship captain looked up as they entered. Bria slipped into a seat behind the tactical schematic. From her station she could also see the viewscreens. Captain Bjalin, she said. Ten sec-onds after the last of the Y-wings has jumped, we will jump.

Yes, Commander, Bjalin said. Tedris Bjalin was a tall young man whose hairline was receding, despite his youth. Hed joined the Corellian resistance just recently, after his entire family had been murdered during the Imperial massacre on Tyshapahl. Before that time, hed been an Imperial lieutenant. His Imperial training had served him in good stead, earning him a promotion in the Rebel forces. He was an able officer, a decent man, whod told Bfia that hed already been thinking of de-serting the Impefial Navy when his family had been murdered. That had pushed him over the edge. Bria watched tensely as the seconds counted down, and, two by two, the six Y-wings jumped into hyper-space. Then the starlines stretched out before them, as Retribution jumped, too. The moment they arrived back in realspace, Retribu-tion opened her shuttle bays and the first wave of boarding shuttles launched. They approached Helot Shackle at half speed, behind the Y-wings, which were barreling in at full speed.

Bria watched with satisfaction as the first pair of Y-wings streaked toward the Corellian corvette, firing salvos of two proton torpedoes each, targeting the steru and amidships. Their goal was not to blow a hole in Helot Shackle, but to take down the shields without harming the vessel unduly. Bria intended to take the Shackle intact and bring it back to be added into the Rebel fleet. One of the shuttles in the second wave would be carrying a prize crew, consisting of computer techs, engineers, a pilot and damage control and repair teams.

Bria would not have minded catching Helot Shackle unprepared, but she wasnt counting on that, and wasnt surprised to find that the corvette was traveling with its shields up. As the Y-wings hurtled in, the big ship opened fire, but the agile Y-wings easily evaded its blasts. Retri-but/on stayed carefitly out of range of its fire.

As Bria watched, the four proton torpedoes launched by the Y-wings flashed blue-white, impacted against the shields, and splashed over the slavers hull without penetrating the defenses. The first pair of Y-wings peeled away and went circling back in case they were needed again. Helot Shackle blasted away again, and this time one of its shots grazed one of the Y-wings-a minor hit, but enough to put the fighter out of the action.

Bria was figuring it would take four proton torpedoes to bring down the Shackles shields. The second pair of Y-wings went streaking in, and the first fired.

This time the blue-white burst spread out, then, suddenly, there was a visible impact against the side of the vessel. A blackened streak marred the armor.

Thats it! Bria said, and keyed the comm unit, ad-dressed her Y-wing team leader. Crimson Fury, good work! Shields are down! Now lets use those ion can-nons of yours to finish em! Warn your ships to take eva-sive! We dont want any more hits?

Copy that, Red Hand Leader. Targeting sensor suites and solar fin. Starting our runs now. The Y-wing pairs began strafing the Helotg Shackle, firing their turreted ion cannons at the preassigned tar-gets. The bursts from the ion cannons were designed not to damage the enemy vessels hull, but to knock out all electrical activity aboard ship-including, of course, the engines, the targeting computers, and the bridge systems, Every electrical system aboard would need to be re-initialized before the Shackle would be opera-tional again.

Helotg Shackle fired again and again, but the Y-wings were just too quick and agile for the big ships weapons to target effectively.

Scant minutes later, the Shackle was drifting helpless in space, its electrical systems down. Bria cheeked her chrono as the first wave of boarding shuttles moved in. Good. Right on time. One ship attached itself to the large forward airlock, the one the Shackle used to load her eargoes of slaves. The remaining two shuttles grap-pled against the hull on either side of the slavers ship and began cutting their way in. Bria listened as reports flooded in from her squad leaders

Red Hand Leader, Squad One reporting from the eargo airlock on the forward hold on Deck 4. Weve made it inside, but were encountering heavy resis-tance. The crew was getting the slax/es out as we came through, but there are still some in here. The Pilgrims have taken shelter, as have we, behind cargo canisters. Weve got a brisk firefight ongoing. Were going to push them back, so we can get to the turbolaser access shaft. Red Hand Leader, Squad Two reporting in. Weve breached the hull forward of the engines on Deck 4 and set up a portable airlock. My troops are moving in now .... Red Hand Leader, the armor plating on this section of the starboard hull is giving us some trouble... stand by.... And, a minute later, Red Hand Leader, we are through!

Bria watched the progress of the squads through the vessel, weighing when to bring in her second wave. The two squads whod cut their way in had met with mini-mal resistance. But the forward squad whod entered through the airlock was meeting heavy opposition from the slavers as they battled their way to the turbolifts. It was understandable that the slavers would fight to the last. Red Hands reputation was beginning to spread, and doubtless the crew of the Shackle had recognized the symbol of a blood-dripping hand painted on the bows of their attackers ships.

Bria stood up and addressed the captain of her ship. Tedris, youre in command of the squadron until I re-turn from the second wave operation. Be prepared to send backup if I contact you, but not until. Have the Y-wings moved out to their patrol stations?

Yes, Commander. Well have at least fifteen minutes

warning if anyone decides to join the party .... Of course

thats just in case the slavers managed to get a distress

out before we jammed their transmissions.

Good work, Captain.

Bjalin nodded, but did not salute. Discipline in the Rebel forces was far more informal than in the Imperial Navy. It had taken Bria two weeks to break him of the habit of saluting at the drop of a Sir? Good luck, Commander, he said.

Thanks. I may need it. My people have pushed them out of that forward hold, but they had lots of time to set up strong defenses. Im betting theyve holed up in the bridge and the access corridors and are working on the electronics. I think Im going to have to be a lit-tle... creative. Bjalin smiled. Youre good at that, Commander. Ten minutes later, Brias boarding shuttle had docked with the portable airlock and her reserves were jogging down the corridor of Deck 3 after her, blaster rifles ready.

In the eerie, wan illumination provided by the emer-gency battery lights, the crippled Shackle seemed de-serted; Bria knew that was an illusion. Dimly, she could hear the wailing of some of the slaves. Probably theyd been herded to the security hold on Deck 4 and locked in. The commander hoped fervently that none of the slavers had hit upon the bright idea of driving the slaves into Rebel blaster fire in an attempt to delay the invad-ing soldiers while they made their getaway. That had happened once, and Bria still had nightmares about it... the pale, shocked faces of the unarmed slaves, the reverberations of the blaster bolts, the screams, the crumpling figures, the meaty sizzle-reek of burning flesh .... Bria led her troops forward, toward the masters cabin in the bow of the ship. It was located directly be-neath the bridge, and was the key to her plan.

She keyed her comlink. Prize crew . . . hows it going?

Commander, hull damage appears to be minimal. Our Y-wings targeted well. We have people working on repairs now.

How about the electrical systems and the computers? Thats going to be harder. We cant start up the sys-tems until youve captured the bridge. We dont want to give them any control over the ship. Theyre probably trying to do a restart themselves up there. Can you block that? I think so, Commander. Good. Concentrate checking out the systems, then, and the engines. Wait for my signal to re-initialize. We copy, Commander.

Bria and her squads met only one pocket of resis-tance on their way to the master cabin. About ten slavers and one unfortunate slave whom theyd armed and pressed into service were holed up behind a hastily erected barricade in a companionway.

Bria signtied her troops to retreat back around the corridor, then addressed them in a whisper. All right, people. Were going to lay down a suppressing fire while Larens, here---she nodded at a short, slight, very agile soldier, crawls under our fire until he in range to toss a stun grenade right into the middle of that nest of vermin. Got me?

Right, Commander. Larens dropped down, pre-pared to scuttle forward, the stun grenade held in his teeth.

On the count of three, then ....One... two... three!

Bria and the other Rebels dodged into the com-panionway firing bursts at the barricade, careful to aim high enough not to scorch Larens rapidly scut-tling rear.

Blaster bolts screamed in the confined space. Bria caught a glimpse of an arm with a dagger tattoo, aimed and watched the arm (and its slaver owner, presumably) fall back behind the barricad e. She remembered the first time shed ever shot a blaster, and had a brief, sharp memory of Han that she suppressed. No time for memories... time only for the job at hand .... Bare seconds later there was a loud whump! and suddenly the returning fire was gone Bria motioned her people to follow her. Remember, the Pilgrim will be wearing a tan robe!

She ran forward, saw the nest of slavers lying sprawled about. Three were already dead, one of them from having his arm blown off. The Pilgrim was stunned, moving feebly. Bria stood looking down at the carnage at her feet, and felt hatred surge up in her. Six slavers still alive... her finger twitched on the trigger of the blaster rifle she held.

Commander, shall I set up a guard detail? Larens looked at her inquiringly. He was new to Red Hand Squadron. Several of the veterans gave him impatient glances.

Theyre vermin, Larens, Bria said. Well just in-sure that they dont represent a future danger. Mecht, you and Seaan catch up when youve finished here. Drag that Pilgrim into a room so when he wakes up he wont be in the middle of anything.

Mecht nodded. He was a middle-aged man whod been enslaved himself, though hed been an hnperial slave, not an Ylesian one. He nodded. We wont be long, Commander.

Larens started to say something, then obviously changed his mind. Bria motioned to her troops, and they moved on.

Five minutes later, the squad was in the slaver cap-tains quarters. Bria tried not to look at some of the toys the fellow had lying around, evidently for use in amusing himself with some of his slaves. She walked over to the center of the cabin and pointed up at the overhead. People, the bridge is right up there. She glanced at one of her squad leaders. Squad One, I want a diversionary attack along the corridors leading to the bridge up on Deck 2.

The squad leader nodded. Be ready on my signal, Bria said.

Right, Commander. He took off, his troops follow-ing him.

Bria addressed her remaining troops. Squads Four and Five, youll attack the bridge with me. A couple of the newer recruits glanced at each other, obviously puzzled. How were they going to attack the bridge from here?

Where Joaan? Bria asked.

A stocky trooper stepped forward, her features al-most hidden beneath her helmet. Here, Commander. Bria pointed up. Joaan, use your demolition bag of tricks to get us up there. Right, Commander. The woman climbed up on a bureau that had been shoved into place, and began us-ing her lasertorch. The new recruits nudged each other and chuckled, as they realized what their Commander was planning.

Three minutes later, the demolitions expert looked down at Bria and gave her a thumbs-up. Commander, Ive rigged a demo charge that will blow us a nice circu-lar hole through the deck. Bria smiled. Good. She spoke into her comlink.

Squad Two... begin your attack on the bridge. The Rebels heard the sounds of blaster fire start up again. Renna, Bria nodded at another stocky, muscular woman, youve got a good arm. You stand by with the stun grenades. As soon as it safe, toss them up through the hole to stun most of those vermin. She looked at the rest of her troops. People, as soon as Rennas lobbed those grenades through that hole, and the blasts have gone off, were going up. Remember, people, this is the bridge up there. Be careful where you shoot. Too much damage and the prize crew wont speak to any of us for a month. Got it? There were chuckles from her squad.

All right, it set, Joaan said. Get back and cover your eyes, friends. Thirty seconds. Hastily, Bria troops retreated to the cabin perime-ters. A couple of soldiers pulled down their blast gog-gles, the others just looked away. Bria, Joaan and Renna stood back behind a heavy ornamental screen.

Moments later there was a fizzling sound, then a muffled thud. Something heavy hit the bureau, slith-ered off onto the deck. The reek of smoke touched Bria nostrils. She nodded at Joaan. Good job. The demo specialist and Renna were already mov-ing, scrambling back up on the bureau. Renna lobbed three stun grenades up through the hole in three differ-ent directions. The ssss-whump! of the grenades and the resulting eries and thuds told the commander that they were doing their work. Renna pulled herself up with a boost from Joaan, then disappeared. They heard her blaster. Bria swarmed up the bureau, and was next through the hole as someone grabbed her rear and gave her an undignified, if efficient, boost.

The bridge crew was lying around, mostly stunned, but there were a few slavers scrambling out the door. Bria sighted on one huge RodJan and took him down with a blast between the green-skinned being shoul-ders. Another slaver, a Bothan, turned to fire at her, his blaster beginning to stutter with a low charge. Bria ducked, rolled, came up with her sidearm in her hand, and shot him in the face. The vermin was standing in front of the navicomputer, and she didnt want to risk killing him with the blaster rifies greater power.

Moments later, it was all over. Silence descended, broken only by the moaning of the wounded. Bria took a quick status check... six of her people were wounded, and one might not make it. Quickly Bria assigned a spe-cial team to rush the wounded back to Retribution for treatment. Minutes later, the prize crew reported that they were ready for the restart. Bria watched tensely, heard a whine, then, suddenly, full illumination replaced the emergency lighting on the bridge. The tactical screens glowed, the navicomputer chirred softly to itself.

Bria left her troops to deal with the vermin and walked out to the turbolift. She keyed her comlink. Hyx... you there?

Im here aboard Retribution, Commander, the medical officer reported. The wounded have been transported over, and everything is looking good. Ex-cept for Caronil... he didnt make it. Sorry. The medic and I did everything we could ....

Bria swallowed. I know that. Are you still needed there, Hyx?

Not really. The reed droids have things under con-trol here. Im taking the shuttle back to the Shackle. Good. Im going to need you soon. Come straight to the Security Hold. Thats where the slaves are locked up. Ill meet you there.

Bria took the turbolift down two decks, then Started aft. She was nearly to the locked portal when the scuff of a foot behind her made her whirl around, sidearm in hand. Behind her, brandishing a blaster, was one of the slavers whod somehow escaped capture.

Tile womans eyes were glittery, her pupils dilated, her hair a greasy halo around her face. Stop right there or Ill shoot! she bellowed, holding the blaster in two trembling hands. Bria stopped. Trembling with fear? Maybe... but that not all ....

Drop your weapon? the woman howled. Or Ill kill you!

I dont think so, Bria said, calmly, letting her blaster hang down in her hand, muzzle pointed at the deck. If Im dead, Im no use to you as a hostage.

The woman frowned, obviously trying to puzzle out her captives words. Finally, she elected to ignore them. I want a shuttle! she cried. A shuttle, and some slaves to take with me! You can have the rest! I just want my fair cut, thats all!

Not a chance, Bria said, steel underlying her quiet tone. Im not a slaver. Im here to free these people. The woman appeared completely baffled by this. She cocked her head. You dont wanna sell em? she asked, skeptically.

No. Bria said. Im here to free them.

Free em? Bria might as well have been speaking Huttese for all the slaver understood her. Theyre worth couple thousand credits apiece, some ofem. I dont care, Bria said.

The slavers brow furrowed. Why not?

Because slavery is wrong, Bria said. Youre wast-ing my time, vermin. Kill me or let me go-but youll get nothing from me.

The woman pondered Brias words, obviously taken aback by the commanders response. It was plain to Bria that the slaver was under the influence of some powerful stimulant. Carsunum, probably. The woman was shaking .all over. The muzzle of the gun was practi-cally vibrating in mid-air. Brias eyes narrowed as she watched the muzzle of the weapon waver, waver . . . then drop fractionally as the drugged woman struggled to comprehend a being who cared nothing for personal profit. Brias hand moved in a blur as she brought her weapon up, at the same time throwing herself to the side. The slaver fired, but she was shaking so violently that the bolt didnt even singe Bria. The Rebel com-manders shot struck the slaver just below her chest. The woman went down with a scream and a gurgle.

Bria walked over to her, kicked away the blaster from the outflung arm and limp fingers, and looked down at the slaver. There was a gaping, charred hole in her abdomen. The woman stared back up at her, pailting shallowly. Bria aimed her sidearm at the slavers fore-head. Want me to? The woman shook her head, side to side, then strug-gled to speak. N-no... She wheezed in agony. I-I want... to... live ....

Bria shrugged. Fine by me. Youve got maybe five minutes, I figure.

With her sidearm in her hand, Bria stepped over the slaver and continued down to the hold. She had to use her blaster on the lock. Inside, she heard screams of panic. The portal swung open. The stench hit the Corellian the moment she stepped through the door. Human and alien, the effiu-via rolled out, almost visible, it was so thick.

Bria looked over the crowd of wailing, moaning, wretched Pilgrims who were cowering away from her, even as they held out their skinny, talon-like hands, pleading, Bring a priest! Need the priests! Take us home!

The commander felt her gorge rise, and it took her a moment to control herself. That would have been me... almost ten years ago, now, that how I would have been... if it hadnt been for Hah .... A step came from behind her, and Bri a whirled, sidearm ready, only to relax when she recognized Daino Hyx. He raised an eyebrow at her. A little jumpy, Commander?

Bria smiled sheepishly. Maybe just a tad.

That got anything to do with the dead woman out there in the corridor? Not really, Bria holstered her blaster, realizing dis-gustedly that now she was the one doing the shaking. More to do with them. She jerked her head at the agonized Pilgrims. Theyre all yours, Hyx. Looks like youve got your work cut out for you.

He nodded, studying them with a healers kindly de-tachment. How soon will the Shackle be ready to ren-dezvous with the transport?

Bria glanced at her chrono. I allowed thirty-five

minutes to take this ship and get her working again. Its

been thirty-nine. I expect to hearHer comlink signaled, and Bria smiled and answered it. Red Hand Leader here. Commander, this is Jaee Paol. We have secured the ship, and the prize crew reports we are now hyperspace capable. Proceed to our rendezvous coordinates?

Copy that, Jace. Ill advise Retribution. Tell Lieu-tenant Hethar to take her out. Deliverance is waiting for us to transship these Pilgrims. I copy, Commander.

Bria keyed her comlink. Captain Bjalin, Helot Shackle is ours, along with her eargo. Prepare to ren-dezvous with Deliverance at our assigned coordinates.

I copy, Red Hand Leader. Well meet you there.

And... Commander?

Yes, Tedris?

Congratulations on a smoothly run operation.

Thank you, Tedris.

One month later, Bria Tharen, on a rare visit back to Corelha to meet with her commanding officer, walked quickly into his office. Pianat Torbul, a short, dark-haired man with intense eyes, looked up. Welcome home, he said. Youre late. I was expecting you two days agO. Sorry, sir, she said. I picked up a last minute call to help the Pride of the Rim out with a couple of Imp picket ships. Retribution took a hit that damaged sub-light engines, and we had to lay up for a day. I know, he said, and smiled-his quick, irresistible grin. I received the report from the Pt/de. Dont be so defensive, Tharen.

She smiled back, then, at his gesture, dropped wearily into a seat. So, did you get my report, sir? I did, he said. Seems your friend Hyx is reporting great progress in turning those Pilgrims you rescued off the Helot Shackle back into normal citizens. Congratu-lations. Your faith in him and his new treatment seems to be paying off.

Bria nodded, her eyes lighting up. It means a lot to me, to be able to give those people back their lives. Their families will be glad to see them ....Theyll be able to live in dignity, and comfort .... Unless, of course, they choose to join up with us, Torbul said. Which apparently some of them are al-ready talking about doing once theyre returned to health. Which may take a couple of months. I gather that malnutrition plays a pretty big part in the brain-washing they undergo on Ylesia. Bria nodded. I remember my gums started to bleed all the time, It took me two months of decent food to overcome most of the effects.

He glanced back down at his datapad. Helot Shackle is almost finished being refitted for combat. We can really use her, Tharen, thank you for acquiring her for us. With that in mind... want the honor of re-naming her?

Bria thought for a moment. Call her Emancipator, she said.

That a good one, Torbul said. Emancipator she is.

Torbul clicked off his datapad, leaned his elbows on his desk, and leaned forward. Bria... he said. Now that the official stuff is over and done with, I have to tell you that Im concerned about some aspects of your record.

Her eyes widened in surprise. But, sir--!!

Oh, dont get me wrong, Tharen. You are a good fighter, an able leader. Nobody gainsaying that. But look at the name those slavers gave you, that your squadron cheerfully adopted. Red Hand symbol of no quarter. Look at this report on the taking of Helot Shackle. No prisoners. Not a single one. Bria stiffened. Sir, they were slavers. They know how the civilized world regards them. They put up a lot of resistance, and not a one offered to surrender. They fought to the last. I see .... Torbul said. The two of them exchanged a long look, and it was the ranking officer who looked away first.

An awkward silence ensued until Torbul cleared his throat. Things are heating up in the Outer Rim, he announced. The Rebel groups out there are really understaffed. Id lille Red Hand to stay out there for a while, give them some assistance.

Yes, sir, Bria said. Sir...

Yes?

I think I may know a way to get more recruits.

What is that?

Well, the best weve ever done curing the Ylesian Pilgrims of addiction before was about fifty percent. Remember?

He nodded.

But now, with the new techniques Daino is using to help the Pilgrims we took to Grenna Base, he thinks his success rate will be better than 90 percent.

Thats very encouraging. But what does that have to do with getting more recruits? Bria leaned forward, her blue-green eyes holding his dark ones. Sir . . . there are over eight thousand Pil-grims on Ylesia.

He sat back. What are you suggesting, Tharen? Give me just a little help . . . an old troopship for transport, a couple more cruisers, some more troops, and I can take that planet. I can shut down the Ylesian operation for good. Well take every colony, free every slave there. Hundreds of them are bound to join us, if the percentages weve seen so far are any indication. Thats a big if, Torbul said. I know, sir. But I think the risk would be worth it. We dont have the troops. Not all of the Corellian resistance would be enough to take a whole planet, Tharen!

Were getting recruits in from Alderaan every day, Bria pointed out, truthfully. And there are so many Bothan and Sullustan Pilgrims on Ylesia, those worlds might send us some troops and ships. Its worth asking them. And what about Chandrila? Theyre part of the new Rebel Alliance-sworn to help us!

Recruits... its an incentive, certainly.

She nodded vigorously. Sir, it could work. We can free those slaves. And while were at it, we could take the spice to sell on the open market. Were always short of credits. Think of how many turbolasers or proton tor-pedoes that much spice would buy us! We could bomb the warehouses and factories when we had emptied them. Ylesia and its filthy trade would be a thing of the past. Bria realized that she had lost her composure, but in her passion, she didnt care. Her hands were shaking; she gripped the edge of Torbul desk so he wouldnt see the betraying tremor. I dont believe the Rebel Alliance would think much of selling drugs as a means of financing the Re-bellion, Torbul said.

Then, with all due respect, sir, dont tell them where you got the credits! Bria smile was more than a little savage. You know as well as I do that they wont look a gift traladon in the mouth. Theyll take the credits and use them. We need weapons, medical supplies, uni-forms, ammo... you name it!

True, he said. Fighting a resistance is an expen-sive proposition.

Think it over, Bria urged. I know Red Hand could do it. And without Ylesia siphoning off some of Corel-lias best, wed have more recruits. Think about whos going to Ylesia these days. Young people, dissatisfied with their lives, unable to pay the horrendous taxes, wanting something more, a better life. Those are exactly the kind of people we need.

True, he said again. But what about the Ylesian at-mosphere? Your raid on Colony Three two and a half years ago freed a hundred slaves-but we lost a ship in that blasted atmosphere. That treacherous atmosphere of Ylesia is one of their best defenses.

Brias features twisted in remembered anguish. I warned them, but... that wind shear just caught the ship

....

Tharen... it wasnt your fault. But we have to think about that. Command is bound to point that out. She nodded. Im working on that, sir. Theres got to be a way to deal with the atmosphere. Better pilots, for one thing. Our people are enthusiastic, sir, but face it... most of them havent had much experience. Our training programs need work ....

I agree. Were working on ways to make our sims better, and broaden their experience before we turn them loose.

Bria stood up and leaned across the desk. Sir... just promise me youll think about it. I can do it. I even have some ideas about how to fund the raid. At least consider it, okay? He gave her a long, level glance. All right, Tharen. I promise you Ill think about it. Thank you, sir.

Interlude 1 The Corporate Sector

Dressed only in his trousers, barefoot, Han Solo wandered out of the bedroom in Jessa tiny apartment. Her little flat was located on her father, Dock, outlaw tech base, a grim, utilitarian place, but both Doc and Jessa personal quarters were surprisingly well furnished and comfy. Han yawned and scratched his head, rumpling his hair even further, then threw himself down on the elegant couch with a thud, and signaled on the big vid-unit.

The official news from the Corporate Sector Au-thority came on, and Han watched it with a cynical grin. The Authority was getting worse every day. Wouldnt take much to make them as repressive as the Empire ....

At least the Falcon was now in the best shape of her life. Before his capture and removal to Stars End prison, Doc had upgraded her hyperdrive until shed now make point-five past lightspeed. I oughta be able to outrun just about anything the Imps could throw at me with that, Han thought smugly. Or the Authority either.

Then, in order to induce Hah to go after her father and rescue him from Stars End, ]essa had fixed the Fal-con up with an all-new sensor suite and dish, to replace the ones damaged in aright with an Authority lighter.

Later, following Doc rescue, the grateful ]essa had recently finished t he Falcbns repairs, putting in an all-new guidance system and repairing all of the hull dam-age the YT-1300 had accrued. Han had even considered giving the ship a coat of paint, so shed look just like new, but, after some consideration, had rejected the idea. The Millennium Falcns beat-up appearance was one of her strongest assets in catching opponents unaware.

Nobody expected a grubby old freighter to have a military-grade hyperdrive that had been customized and upgraded by the galaxy master tech, a sophisti-cated sensor suite, topnotch jamming capability, and all the other improvements Han had bestowed on the love of his life.

]essa was still asleep in the other room. Hah leaned back and propped his feet up on the table, thinking about Jess. She was certainly the best thing to come his way so far in the Corporate Sector. The two of them had had a lot of fun ....

Just the other day, theyd flown the Falcon to one of the swankiest casinos in a nearby sector, and put on their best bib and tucker for a gambling spree. Jess had gotten her blond curls done in a wild new style, striped bright red, and bought a stunning red gown that was snug in all the right places. Han had been proud to be seen with her, and assured her she was the most beauti-ful woman in the place. The news-vid changed from Corporate Sector re-ports to a brief report from the Empire. Palpatineg forces had stifled yet another uprising on yet another world. Hang mouth twisted. Same old, same old... He found himself thinking about SaUa, wondering if shed gotten over being mad yet. He suspected not. It was a good thing she wasnt here to see him with Jessa. SaUa was the jealous type. She was one tough lady, but, then, so was Jessa. Han was profoundly grateful that the two of them were unlikely ever to meet.

Thoughts of SaUa led naturally to wondering how Lando, Jarik, Shug and Mako were doing. Han even thought of Jabba with something approaching nostalgic affection. He bet the Hutt leader was having a hard time replacing him. If he ever decided to go back to Im-perial space, Hah suspected Jabba would welcome him with open arras... repugnant as that thought was.

Han watched another brief news bite from the Em-pire. Seemed that the Empire had now declared that the Rebel forces in the Outer Rim had been completely crushed. Sure, he thought. Right. That must mean that theyre quite a thorn in the Imps side ....

He wondered whether Bria had anything to do with harassing those Imp forces . . . . or was she back to being a spy these days?

Han sighed, realizing that he actually missed Nar Shadtiaa. The Corporate Sector was a fun place, lots of adventures to be had and profits to be made, but it wasnt home.

He wondered whether he should just cut his losses and head back for Imperial space. At the very least, it was probably time to head out and look for some action (translation profit) here in the Corporate Sector. True, hed promised Jessa to help her and Doc in their cam-paign against the Authority. But that might be risky. And it wasnt as though he owed ]essa anything. Hed rescued her father, hadnt he? At great risk to his own precious hide? A tiny honest corner of his mind re-minded him that hed mostly gone on that rescue mis-sion for Chewieg sake. No way he was letting his pal languish in an Authority prison .... And yet. . things were very pleasant here for the moment, though he knew it couldnt last. Right now, things were going well with ]essa. They were having a good time. Maybe hed just postpone leaving for an-other month... or two... or three ....

Hah ? came a sleepy murmur from the bedroom.

Im here, honey. Just watchin the news, Han said.

He flicked off the vid and went out to the tiny kitchen. Hed make Jessa a hot cup of imported stim-tea that shed come to be very fond of, and take it to her....

Boba Fett stood in the queue waiting to board the luxury liner Queen of Empire, for her voyage to Velga Prime and points in between. The liner was the sister ship to Haj Shipping Lines Star of Empire and was fully as large and opulent.

Boba Fett was boarding the liner from an orbiting space docking platform, but there were nearly a thou-sand sentients waiting to board, so each line was several hundred beings long. The bounty hunter gauged the slow progress of the line, and figured it would be at least ten minutes before hed be free to carry his large, heavy traveling case to his cabin.

The line moved forward a few paces, and the bounty hunter shoved his heavy case along with his foot, as he moved with it. For just a moment he indulged himself in imagining what would happen were he suddenly t9 appear as his real self, as Boba Fett in his Mandalorian armor, instead of as he currently was, disguised as an Anomid.

It was necessary from time to time, hed discovered, to appear as a being other than himself. Anomids were perfect beings to assume as disguises, since hardly any of their bodies showed in their ordinary street garb. They were willowy humanoids native to the Yablari system, and typically dressed in oversized robes that covered them from their hooded heads to their six-toed feet. They also wore gloves and vocalizer-masks, so hardly any of their translucent, whitish skin showed. Anomids had wispy grayish hair, leaf-shaped ears, and large silvery blue eyes.

Boba Fett of course wore a head-mask beneath his vocalizer-mask, but it was a very good one, custom-made to fit over his own features so that it would move quite naturally on his face. Silver-blue eyes were built into the mask, and were specially engineered so he could see nearly as well as he could with his unaided eyes.

Still, he felt somewhat naked without his armor and its extended senses. With his armor on he had a range of visual modes available to him, enhanced audio pick-ups, and a host of other sensor data displayed on the telltales inside his helmet. With nothing but the Ano-mid robes, hooded cloak, mask and gloves on, he felt light and vulnerable---too vulnerable.

But it was necessary. If Boba Fett had attempted to book passage on the Queen as his tme self, panic would have ensued. Each passenger aboard and much of the crew would have been convinced that he, she or it was the bounty hunters intended quarry.

Citizens, Fett had discovered long ago, all had guilty consciences. Virtually every sentient in the galaxy had done something in his past that he, she or it could flash back on and imagine was a reason for having a bounty placed on their heads. The being who had once been Journeyman Protector Jaster Mereel, and was now Boba Fett, the galaxys most notorious bounty hunter, had watched the reactions of the citizens around him for years, as he hunted bounties of one sort or another.

Hed seen the face of a young mother clutching her infant change when shed seen him, seen her clutch her baby to heT breast as though he, Boba Fett, were going to snatch the child from her arms and drag both of them away. Several times citizens had panicked when hed even come into their vicinity, throwing themselves on the floor, babbling out their (mostly imaginary) fatal transgressions and pleading for mercy... only to pull themselves up in mingled relief and dawning indigna-tion when they realized that they were not Fetts quarry, and had humiliated themselves and spilled their secrets for no reason .... The line moved forward again. Boba Fett automati-cally surveyed the crowds around him, but he wasnt really expecting to see his quarry. Bria Tharen had boarded the Queen on its previous stop, back on Corel-lia. It was unlikely that she would be coming outside the vessel during its short layover on Gyndine. The bounty hunter had missed the chance to catch up with the Tharen woman when shed first boarded the Queen because shed come aboard under an assumed name in the last minutes before the ship undoeked. The Haj Shipping Line, while outwardly loyal to the Em-pire, was known to do favors for the Rebel Alliance when it suited them; the Tharen woman last-minute booking was doubtless the result of some official string-pulling.

Also, Bria Tharenassumed identity was not one of the ones shed used before. This time she was traveling as Bria Lavval, a minor starlet and cabaret singer who was headed for a booking at one of the large casinos, The Chance Castle, on Nar Shaddaa.

Boba Fett had access to a great many sources of data from many places in the galaxy. Since he hunted boun-ties from time to time for the Empire, he had access to some of the mid-security level Imperial databases. He also had access to many newswires, and the Guild databases. Fett had ordered his systems to flag certain priority names and physical profiles. When a Bria Lavval showed up one morning on his database summaries as a passenger aboard the Queen when the liner had de-parted CoreIlia that morning, a quick check of the woman ID and physical description had shown Fett that there was a better than 70 chance that this was actually Bria Tharen-Commander in the Corellian resistance.

Only a visual inspection. would assure Fett that she was the right woman, so here he was... standing in line to board the huge liner.

The Queen was fully two kilometers long, and equipped to carry five thousand passengers. She con-tained most amenities any sentient could wish... in-door pools and spas, casinos, null-gee gliding areas, exercise rooms, as well as upscale shops where a wealthy being could spend a great many credits indeed.

Fett moved forward yet again, nudging his case along with him. It contained, in camouflaged compaments, his Mandalorian armor and several select weapons. The sides of the case were reinforced with durinium, an al-loy that would resist sensor scans. And, in the outer-most layer of the case, there were microminiature projection devices that would generate false readings about the contents to any scanning device.

Fett finally reached the head of the line, and pro-duced his IDs, ticket and credit vouchers. The ships official who checked his reservation offered to call for a luggage droid, but Fett politely refused, his harsh voice reverberating through the vocalizer-mask.

Amongst themselves, Anomids did not converse in oral speech, but by an elaborate and very beautiful form of sign language. They were known to be sociable be-ings, and Boba Fett was hoping there would be no real Anomids on board. If there were, he would have to plead illness and stay in his cabin, for he did not know the Anomid sign-language.

But none of the individuals on the passenger roster had listed Yablari as their world of origin. When he reached the safety of his cabin, Fett stowed his trunk, first making sure to activate its anti-theft pro-tections. Anyone unfortunate enough to attempt to re-move the trunk from Fetts cabin, or to try and open it, would lose digits-at minimum.

The Queen scheduled itinerary called for her to stop at a number of ports of call. Their path would take them through some of the most dangerous areas of Im-perid space-including a stop in Hutt space at Nar Hekka... hardly a garden spot of the galaxy, but Nar Hekka was head and shoulders above either Nal Hutta or Nar Shaddaa. Fett suspected that Bria Tharen had chosen this liner because it was one of the largest, and thus probably the safest. There had been a lot of pirate activity lately. Over the next three days, Fett wandered the ship in his Anomid disguise, staying mostly to himself. He made a visual ID of Bria Tharen on the first day, and followed her to find out where her stateroom was. He discovered that she had a suite, and shared it with three men. Two of the men were older, and Fett figured that they, too, were officers in the Corellian resistance. The third man was in his mid-thirties, and, from the way he carried himself, was a seasoned combat veteran who was serving as security and bodyguard for the Corellian officers.

The two officers and the bodyguard, like Bria Tharen, dressed in civilian clothes. The Tharen woman was sel-dom alone outside of her stateroom Often, she was sur-rounded by male admirers, although Fett noticed that she never took anyone back to her cabin with her, merely smiled and flirted casually. She played sabacc, careful neither to lose or win much, and she browsed the shops, but never bought anything of significance.

Fett kept her under observation, and laid his plans carefully....

Lando Calrissian enjoyed traveling aboard cruise ships, and had done a lot of it lately, since losing the Millennium Falcon to Han Solo. Now that Han and Vuffi Raa had trained him to be a better-than-average pilot, he could have taken any of the ships on his used spaceship lot for his own, but Lando wasnt that inter-ested in any of them. He was waiting for just the right ship to come along. His ideal ship would be more luxurious than the utili-tarian Falcon-but every bit as speedy and capable of defending herself. Lando was on the lookout for a nice yacht he could get for a good price. So far, no bargains had surfaced.

And, besides, private ships didnt have casinos. Lando liked casinos. Hed been spending a lot of time in them for the past year, working to recoup his liquid credit resources. The young gambler had been wiped out by the sabacc tournament, but since then, hed managed to turn Hun Solo loan of fifteen hundred credits into many thousands. Lando had been able to repay Hun the money hed borrowed several months before his friend had taken off for the Corporate Sector.

Queen of Empire, an her sister ship, Star of Empire, were two of Lando favorite ways to get around the galaxy. They werent as fast as some of the newer ships, but there was no doubt that Haj Shipping Lines knew how to build a luxury vessel. And the Queen and the Star were big, a major advantage these days, with ,all the pirate activity going on.

This time, hed chosen the Queen for his trip back home. From Nat Hekka, he could easily catch a system shuttle back to Nar Shaddaa. This particular evening, Lando was wearing his newest stylish outfit-red shirt embroidered with black, narrow black trousers, and a red and black short cape that swung from his shoulders with a rakish flare. His dark hair and mustache were im-peccably groomed, thanks to a trip to the ships barber that day. His black softboots shone with the subdued glow of real Numatra snakehide. Calrissian was looking good, and he didnt miss the admiring glances cast at him by some of the female patrons in the club.

Lando was sitting in the Queens swankiest nightclub, the Star Winds Lounge, following a highly successful session at the sabacc tables. His credit pouch was care-fully stashed in a secret compartment close to his skin, and was satisfyingly heavy. This trip, hed make roughly four times what his expensive ticket had set him back. Not a bad profit margin.

While he was gambling-serious business!--Lando was abstemious, rarely partaking of anything alcoholic. But at the moment he was relaxing, sipping a Tarkenian Nightflower, and munching on a handful of dried, salted jer-weevils. The band in the Star Winds was quite good, doing selections of older hits as well as the mod-em jizz-tunes, and many patrons were dancing. Lando eyed the unescorted ladies in the lounge, wondering whether he was interested enough in any of them to ask for a dance. His eyes kept returning to one woman who was sit-ting at a table with not one, but two male escorts. Hu-man, yes, and stunning. Long reddish hair swept up with jeweled sapphire combs, and a face and figure that just wouldnt quit. Lando couldnt decide whether she was romantically attached to either of her escorts. She sat close beside them, smiling and bending forward to listen as first one, then the other, spoke into her ear. But the more Lando watched her, the more he became con-vinced that neither of the men was her date. Her smiles were more... comradely... than romantic. There was no suggestion of a lingering intimacy in the brief con-tacts of their shoulders as they brushed hers. Lando finished his drink, and was almost ready to go over and ask the lovely stranger if shed like to dance, when the excellent Rughja orchestra-band, Umjing Baab and his Swinging Trio, finished their current se-lection. There were only three members in the band, but, since each Rughja had fifteen flexible limbs, and played at least ten instruments apiece, they sounded like a genuine orchestra. In fact, looking at Umjing Baab and his two band members, it was difficult to dis-tern anything but limbs ending in assorted instruments, though occasionally one of the being multiple eyes would be visible through the tangle.

The band was very versatile, playing everything from swing-bop to modern jizz selections. The gambler clapped politely as they finished a mellow version of Mood and Moons, then settled back in his seat as the bandleader, Umjing Baab, put down his Kloo horn, dis-engaged from the halargon, and writhed his way up to the public address system. The Rughjas voice had a mechanical timbre... understandable, because it was artificially generated. Rughja were a species whose natural communication was not audible to humanoids. Umjing Baab spoke, as the spotlight refected off his glossy, mauve, upper-limbs. Good evening, gentles. Tonight we have an honored guest with us, a celebrity whom I am hoping we can prevail upon to favor us with a number! Join me in welcoming Lady Bria Lawal!

Lando clapped politely, but his applause soon be-came genuine when he realized that the bandmaster was referring to his attractive stranger. Blushing, smil-ing, she half-rose from her seat to take a bow, but then, urged on by the applause, she picked up the skirts of her long, electric-blue sheath (a c1or that set off her hair) and walked up the steps to the bandstand.

After conferring briefly with Umjing Bwah, she stepped up to the microphone, tapped her jeweled, slippered toe as the percussion started up, and then the band broke into a slowed down version of last years hit, Smoky Dreams.

Bria Lawal began to sing. Lando had heard a lot of singers in his time, and she was far from being the best. Her breath control was uneven, and she cut short some of the high notes because of it. But her voice was strong and in key, and her contralto was pleasantly husky. With her figure, face and smile, Lando was willing to forgive her lack of professional technique. Within moments of starting her song, she had all the humanoid males in the palm of her hand.

She sang with passion of lost love, of tender sadness, of misty memories fading with time .... Lando was totally captivated. When she fnished the number, he clapped as loudly as the rest of the audi-ence. Smiling and blushing becomingly, she allowed herself to be escorted back to her table by Umjing Baab, who genufiected deeply to her, and then returned to his fellow Rughja band members. As the Swinging Trio struck up a catchy tune, Lando got unhesitatingly to his feet and walked over to the chanteuse, narrowly beating out a wealthy Alderaani-an banker whom Lando had relieved of many of his ex-cess credits earlier that evening.

Reaching Lady Lawals table, Lando bowed to her, flashing his best, most charming smile. May I? he asked, holding out his arm.

She hesitated for a long second, glanced at each of the men sitting with her, then shrugged fractionally. Thank you, she said, and stood up. Lando escorted her out to the dance floor. She looked around her and frowned slightly in consternation. Oh, dear. Im afraid I dont know how to do this one. Lando was surprised. The margengai-glide had been popular for at least five years. Its easy, he said, putting his hand on her shoulder, and interlacing his fingers with hers. Ill show you. She missed several steps right off, and brought her heeled evening slipper down on his toes once, but after a couple of minutes, and Landos experienced coaching, Bria began to catch on. Her sense of timing was good, and so were her reflexes. Once shed memorized the in-tricate pattern of the steps, she began to enjoy herself, Lando could tell. She was nearly as tall as he was, and as they moved around the dance floor, they began to re-ceive tile admiring glances of the onlookers still seated at the tables. Good, youve got it, Lando said. Youre a natural. I havent danced in years, she confessed, a little breathless, as the music changed to a fast number. Lando whirled her into a boxnov three-step. She was a little rusty, but it was obvious that the older dance was one shed done before. Youre wonderful, he assured her. Im the luckiest man on this ship, finding a partner like you. She gave him a brilliant smile, her cheeks flushed with the exercise and praise. Flatterer. Lando put on a mock-hurt expression. Me? I am under a vow of truth, Lady Bria . . . Bria . . . what a lovely name. Youre Corellian, arent you?

Yes, she said, stiffening slightly in his arms, her glance suddenly wary. Why? I was just thinking that I;ee only heard that name once before. Is it common on your homeworld? No, she said. My father made it up from the first syllables of my grandmothers names. Brusela and Iaphagena. He didnt want to saddle me with either of them, but he wanted to honor both of them. Clever, Lando said. Obviously a man of great diplomacy and tact.

She laughed a little, but there was a sad note under-lying her merriment. Thats my father, she agreed. Lando, Im surprised to hear you say youve met an-other Bria. I thought I was the only one. You probably are, Lando said. The other Bria I knew was a ship. My friend Han named his Sorosuub Starmite he leased from me the Bria.

She missed a step, recovered quickly. Han? she said. I used to know a Corellian named Han. Is your friend Corellian?

Lando nodded, and twirled her in a spin. When she was back in his arms again, he said, Han Solo and I go back a ways. Dont tell me you know him?

She laughed a little. I do. It has to be the same guy. Brown hair, brownish eyes with a hint of green, a hair taller than you, has a very charming, lopsided smile?

Whoa, Lando said, raising an eyebrow. You do know him well, dont you? That guy gets around, doesnt he?

Her face reddened at his knowing look, and she glanced away and concentrated on the intricate steps for a moment. When she looked back up, her eyes were cool, and a little amused. Hes just part of my past, like a lot of other guys, she said. There must be a few skeletons in your cargo locker, right? Lando, realizing hed touched a nerve, was happy to let the subject go. You bet, he said. They danced several more dances, and Lando en-joyed her company tremendously. He looked over at her table, and realized that her companions had left the lounge. Who are those fellows who were sitting at your table?

She shrugged. just business associates, she said. Feldron is my agent, and Renkov is my business manager.

I see, Lando said, secretly delighted. It was obvi-ous that she was serious that neither of them was any kind of romantic interest. So... do you want to have a drink, perhaps? Somewhere a bit more... private? She gave him an assessing glance, then nodded and stepped back, out of his arms. All right. Id like that. We can talk about... mutual acquaintances.

Lando reached for her hand, then raised it to his lips.

Mutual acquaintances it is, he said.

My stateroom, number 112, in, say, thirty minutes? she said.

Thirty minutes, Lando said. I will be counting them, every one.

She smiled at him, a smile that held rueful amuse-ment as well as pleasure, and turned and left Lando standing on the edge of the dance floor. He watched her walk away, a pleasant occupation. She reached the portal of the lounge, brushed past an Anomid who was loitering there, watching the dancing and listening to the music, then disappeared from sight.

Lando smiled. Now to find the best bottle of wine in this ship, and some flowers, he thought, and headed briskly for the bar. Twenty-nine minutes and counting...

Bria told herself to settle down as she hurried down the corridor toward her stateroom. But she was ex-cited, realizing that she was finally going to get news of Hah! Lando Calrissian was obviously more than just a casual friend. Bria was so eager to reach her stateroom that she was almost jogging as she approached the door of 112. At last! Someone who knows him well, who can tell me how he doing, what he been cbing . . . where he is!

Just as Bria reached the door to her cabin, she had the sudden thought that perhaps Han was on Nar Shad-daa, her ultimate destination. Was it possible that in forty-eight hours or so, shed actually get to see him? The thought excited her, even as it filled her with trepi-dation. After more than nine years, what would it be like to be close to him?

As she unlocked her stateroom door, her hands were shaking. She was so absorbed in memories of Han that she had no warning, no warning at all. One moment the door was opening before her, and the next a powerful thrust propelled her through the portal and into the liv-ing room of the suite with such force that she didnt even have breath to cry out.

Her high-heeled slippers skidded on the polished floor, and she tripped, trying to catch herself. Just as she started to fall, Bria felt something sharp sting her back.

She had only an instant to realize that shed been shot with some kind of knockout drug. As she fell, she man-aged with the last of her strength to turn slightly, and saw a strange Anomid standing behind her in the door-way. Bria managed a soft, choked cry of warning to her friends before everything around her faded, faded... Faded...

And went black.

Boba Fett watched the Tharen woman sag to the floor, then lie there, motionless. Quickly he shut the door to the corridor behind him, and started forward-just as the older men Tharen had been traveling with rushed out of the sleeping cabin on the right.

Boba Fett extended his arm, flexed his hand, and a deadly da (unlike the soporific one that had felled the woman) shot toward the older of the two Resistance of-ricers and embedded itself in his throat. The man had time for one strangled gasp, and was dead before he hit the floor. The other man did not hesitate, but came straight in. Boba Fett swept aside the Anomid cape and stood poised as the man, with a wordless yell, attacked.

The Rebel leader might have been a decent officer in plafining strategy and attacks, but he was no expert at unarmed combat. Boba Fett blocked his blow with one forearm, then came in with a hard, lethal blow that crushed the Corellian larynx.

Fett watched dispassionately as the Rebel officer died. It took no more than a minute. He bent over the dead man, planning to drag him and his fellow off to the corner of the room and throw some sheets over them-more to muffle the stench of voiding from the suddenly deceased bodies than from any sense of decorum.

Boba Fett peripheral vision was compromised by the mask he was wearing. Without his Mandalorian hel-met with its special sensors, the bounty hunter had only an instant warning of danger. He dodged just as the Rebel bodyguard struck, silent and with the expertise the two older men had lacked. The bounty hunter whirled away from the younger man, and as he did so, Fett whipped off the Anomid heavy cloak and flung it into the bdyguard face. With one smooth movement, his opponent disentangled him-self and came in again. He was perhaps in his early thir-ties, and was bare-chested, barefoot, and wearing only shorts. The man had evidently been asleep in the other room when his officers had made their ill-fated attack.

This fellow, Fett knew instantly, was a combat sol-dier, trained to use his hands and feet as weapons-and trained also in using the vibroblade he held in one hand. Behind his two masks, Boba Fett smiled slightly, pleased to be challenged, and by someone who plainly knew what he was doing. He had another lethal dart he could have used, but he decided against it. A little exer-cise would be welcome. It had been a long time since hed indulged himself in unarmed combat; few foes were worthy of his time. The man was already dancing in, balanced, his eyes level, vibroblade ready for a disemboweling slash. Boba Fett let him come, then dodged at the last possible sec-ond, pulling himself into an arc like a null-gee dancer, and then spinning around, out of the way. As he moved, his hand moved out and dealt the soldier a stunning clip behind his right ear.

The soldier managed to dodge at the last moment, though, and the blow that had been meant to render him unconscious only dazed him. He staggered a little, shook his head, then came back for more. Boba Fett was pleased to oblige. They sidestepped around each other in a grim parody of the way Lando Calrissian and Bria Tharen had danced in the Star Winds Lounge only minutes before. The guard lunged again, and again Boba Fett waited, then evaded the movement at the last possible second. Another blow made the Corellian gasp-this time Fetts instep impacted with the back of his knee. The guard leg buckled, and, for the first time, Fett saw fear in his eyes. He now knew he was totally outclassed, and yet he conquered his pain and weakness and moved in again. A man who knows his duty and does not shrink from it, Fett thought. Admirable. His reward for his courage shall be a quick and easy death ....

For the first time, Fett went on the attack. His foot lashed out in a precise blow, and impacted with the man wrist with stunning force. The vibroblade went flying. Fett spun in for the finish. Another sweep be-hind the other knee, and the man sagged, his legs un-able to hold him. But that did not matter. Fett already had him around the neck in a grip as hard and relentless its durasteel. One quick, sideways jerk, and the guard sagged in his arms, dead.

Boba Fett dragged the man over to the corner, and laid him down, then brought the others over, too. He tossed the covers from one of the beds over the bodies. As he was finishing the task, he saw that the Tharen woman was beginning to stir.

When Bria regained consciousness, she found her-self bound so efficiently that she didnt even bother struggling past the first moment. She was alone in the living room, sitting on the lush carpet, propped up against one of the armchairs. Her head was muzzy, and she was terribly thirsty, but she was otherwise unharmed.

Except for the fear. Bria had been in tight situations before, in battle, but shed never been captured like this. It was the most helpless feeling in the world, to sit there alone, and wonder who had done this to her... and why?

It had to have been that Anomid, but Bria had never had any dealings with the aliens before, and she couldnt imagine why any of them would wish her harm. Perhaps the Anomid was a bounty hunter. That was the only explanation that made sense ....

She wet her lips, took a deep breath, and prepared to scream a scream that would be heard even outside the closed door of the stateroom. It was then that she no-ticed two things the bodies of her companions, covered with bedclothes and stacked efficiently out of sight of anyone at the door-and the sound sponge. The little device was set up on the floor near her and the blinking light showed that it was on. It would effectively muffle any outcry she could make. Bria shut her mouth and her eyes and leaned her head back against the chair. Great. Whoever that Anomid is, he thought of everything. Who could he be? The alien had evidently dealt with Darnov, Feltran and even Treeska (and Bria knew his reputation at unarmed combat) in a matter of minutes.. She could see the wall-chrono, and realized shed only been out about ten minutes.

As she sat there, struggling to think of something she could do, the Anomid opened the door to the stateroom and entered, carrying a huge, heavy case that he placed on the floor with a thud. Seeing that Bria was awake, he went into the fresher and soon returned, carrying a glass of water. He knelt beside her, turned down the sound sponge so she could hear his voice. That sleep-ing drug causes great thirst. This is plain water. I have no intention of harming you. The bounty on you is for unharmed delivery. He held out the water, and Bria leaned toward it, then hesitated. She didnt dare drink it. What if this was an Imperial bounty hunter or agent? What if the water was laced with truth drug? Even though her thirst was now a raging hell in her mouth and throat, she shook her head. Thank you anyway, she managed. Im not thirsty.

Of course you are, the Anomid said. I care noth-ing for your pitiful Resistance secrets. He shoved his vocalizer-mask aside and took a long drink. The water is safe, he said, holding it back out. Bria blinked at him, then her thirst won out. She drank deeply as the Anomid helped her. He pushed his vocalizer-mask back into place. As Bria leaned back against the armchair, she said, Youre not an Anomid. They cant speak without their vocalizer-masks. Youre obviously a bounty hunter in disguise. Who are you?

The Anomid regarded her from featureless silver-blue eyes. Observant, Bria Tharen. I am pleased by your reaction. Hysteria is wearing and useless. As to my identity... you would know me perhaps by my adopted name. Boba Fett.

Boba Fett? Bria sagged back against the armchair, eyes wide, fighting the fear that even the casual men-tion of that name brought. She found herself praying to childhood gods for the first time in years. After a moment, she wet her lips. Boba Fett . . . she managed. I do know that name. I didnt think you bothered with dinky Imperial bounties. The one the Imps have on me isnt worth your time. The bounty hunter nodded. True. Besadii clan bounty is a hundred times that. Teroenza... Bria whispered. It has to be. Last I heard, it was fifty thousand, not a hundred. Following your capture of Helot Shackle, Besadii doubled that.

Bria tried to smile. It so nice to be popular, she managed. Helot Shackle was a slave ship. I had to stop them. I have no regrets.

Good, he said. That should make our short asso-ciation as pleasant as possible. Would you like more water?

Bria nodded, and Fett got another glass. This time she took a drink without being asked. Bria was trying to remember her training in what to do if captured. She wasnt in uniform, and thus had no lullaby available to end her suffering. Besides, she was a long way from Nal Hutta or Ylesia , . . a lot could happen between here and there. She decided to bide her time and keep Fett talking, if she could. All her instructions said that the more captors came to regard a prisoner as a real person, the easier captivity became, and the greater the chance that someone would get careless.

Bria was also aware that the chance of Boba Fett slipping up was incredibly unlikely. Still, she had noth-ing else to do at the moment, did she?

She tried not to look at the sheet-covered bodies in the corner.

You know, she said, Ive heard a lot about you. Makes me wonder if all the things they say about you are true.

Such as?

That you have your own moral code. You are the consummate hunter, but no bully. You take no pleasure in inflicting pain.

True, he said. I am a moral person.

What do you think of the Empire? she asked, as he began checking the heavy case hed lugged into the room. She caught a glimpse of his famous helmet.

I believe that the Empire, though morally corrupt in some ways, is the lawful government. I obey its laws. Morally corrupt? she asked, cocking her head, how so?

Several ways.

Name one.

He gave her a glance, and she wondered if hed tell her to shut up, but after a moment, answered, Slavery. It is a morally corrupt institution, degrading to all parties. Really! she exclaimed. Then we have something in common. I dont like slavery much either. I know. I was a slave, she said. It was horrible.

I know.

You know a lot about me, I guess.

Yes.

Bria wet her lips. You know that Teroenza and who-ever is running Besadii these days are planning to kill me in some protracted, hideous fashion, right? Yes. Unfortunate for you, profitable for me. Bria nodded, and fixed him with an appealing gaze. Since you know so much about me, you know that I have a father, right?

Yes.

Then maybe . . . I know this seems unusual, but under the circumstances . . . perhaps you wouldnt mind .

. . Bria trailed off, fighting for control. It was really sinking in now that she was done for, that she wasnt going to be able to get out of this. What?

She took a deep breath. I havent seen my dad in years. We were always close. My mom and brother arent worth much, but my dad . . . Bria shrugged. You get the idea. When I started in with the Resis-tance, I knew it was too dangerous to see him any more. Too dangerous for both of us. But Ive found ways--safe ways-to let him know Im alive. A couple of times a year, he gets a message through very roundabout channels. Just, Brias okay. Like that.

Go on. The bounty hunters voice was absolutely expressionless.

Anyway... I dont want him to wait and wait for a message from me. Could you . . . let him know Im dead? He means a lot to me. HeS a good man, a decent man. Pays his Imperial taxes, honorable citizen, all that. So . . . if I gave you his name and location, could you just send a message? Brias dead. Thats all. To Brias surprise, Boba Fett nodded. I will do so.

What isThe bounty hunter broke off as the door chime sounded. Bria jumped, and Boba Fett rose to his feet in one seamless motion, like a hunting animal.

The chime sounded again. Dimly, from outside the cabin, muffled by the sound sponge, Bria heard, Bria? Hey, its me, Lando!

Calrissian, Boba Fett said quietly. Quickly the bounty hunter turned the sound sponge all the way back up. Going over to the portal, he keyed it open, standing back behind it. Lando, no! Bria shouted. Go away! The sound sponge soaked up the noise, absorbing it. Instead of fill-ing the room, her shout was no louder than a whisper.

Clutching his flowers and the bottle of fine wine,

Lando stepped eagerly through the door to Bria Lavvals stateroom. Sorry Im a few minutes late, he was saying. The florist was closed, and I had toCalrissian broke off in confusion, his eyes widening as he took in Bria, sitting on the floor by the armchair, her arms bound behind her, and the sheet-covered mound in the corner. He backed up, realizing hed just made a very bad mistake.

Behind the gambler, the portal shut. Whats going on? Lando demanded, only to hear his voice emerge in muffled, subdued tones. Seeing the direction of Brias gaze, the gambler turned and found an Anomid regard-ing him.

Nice to see you again, Calrissian, the Anomid said. You are fortunate that I never mix business and pleasure.

What-Lando started, then he caught a glimpse of the big case, lying open on the floor. His dark eyes widened. Fett... he said.

Yes, the bounty hunter said. That had better be the last word I hear out of you, Calrissian. I am not here for you. Cooperate, and I may let you live. You might come in handy. Lando knew better than to argue. Meekly, he put down the wine and flowers. Moments later, he found himself sitting several meters away from Bria, just as ef-ficiently bound, his back propped against the sofa.

Boba Fett regarded Bria intently. Tomorrow, when we dock with Nar Hekkas docking platform, you and I are going to leave the Queen, walking closely together. I will be armed, but not with any weapon a visual in-spection or security scan could discern. You will stay close by my right side at all times, and remain silent. Understood?

She nodded. Yes. But what about Lando? The note of fear in her voice for him made the gambler glance at her appreciatively.

Calrissians life depends on you, Bria Tharen. If you give me your word that you wont alert anyone, I will leave him behind, bound and gagged, but alive.

Bria raised her eyebrows. You would trust my word?

Why not? he asked, with tn undertone of mockery. You value the lives of innocents more than you do your own. I know your type. But just to make sure... I plan to wire Calrissian before we leave with a remote control detonator. If we encounter any problems, the cleaning droids will have to scrape his remains off the walls. Lando swallowed painfully.

Bria glanced at the gambler and gave him a reassur-ing smile. Youre fight about me. I give you my word that I wont cause any trouble.

Good, Fett responded. At the momentThe bounty hunter broke off as an alarm suddenly shrieked through the Queen of Empire with an ear-splitting volume. Lando sat bolt upright, his eyes widening. What the... Fifteen seconds later the entire Queen bounced-there was no other word for it. The huge ship heaved like a buoy on a stormy sea. Lando stomach lurched, and he fell over on his side. He looked over at Bria, who had managed to remain upright, saw her gagging, strug-gling not to be sick. What going on? she gasped. Lando, remember-ing Boba Fett order to remain silent, struggled to right himself.

We came out of hyperspace, Fett said. The fail-safes must have encountered a sudden gravity shadow and reacted automatically.

Lando silently applauded the bounty hunter for his acumen as he managed to roll back over and sit up. It was hard work, with his hands bound behind him.

What would cause that? she said. An engine malfunction?

Possible, Fett said. But more likely an attack. An Impefial Interdictor cruiser could bring a ship out of hyperspace.

But why would the Imperials attack a cruise ship?

Bria asked.

Lando had been wondering that same thing, and couldnt think of an answer. Bfia frowned as she con-centrated on the straining vibrations of the ship. Youre fight about the attack, she said. Were caught in a tractor beam.

Grabbing his case, the bounty hunter dragged it be-hind the oruamental screen that decorated one wall of the luxury suite. Faintly, Lando could hear the swish of robes being doffed. The gambler managed to catch Brias eye and mouthed, Trust me, Lady Bfia. Follow my lead if we get an opening. He had to repeat it several times, until she nodded in comprehension and flashed him a shaky smile.

Minutes later the bounty hunter emerged, clad once more in his Mandalorian armor. He carried his blaster rifle, which was his only visible weapon, but Lando knew from experience that the bounty hunter was a walking arsenal of camouflaged weaponry. Walking over to Bria, he removed the restraints from her ankles, and then did the same for Lando. You two come with me, he said. And... Calrissian... remember. Youre ex-pendable. Lady Tharen . . . if you try anything, Calris-sian dies. Clear? Yes, Bria said.

Lando nodded, then managed to get to his feet un-aided, despite his bound arms. Boba Fett, in a parody of gentlemanly behavior, assisted Bria to rise. She wob-bled a bit on her high-heeled shoes, flexing her feet and grimacing at the pins-and-needles.

Fett picked up the sound sponge and deactivated it, stowing it in a pocket of his trousers. With the muffling device turned off, Lando could hear the sounds of blaster fire, screams and running feet. A public address system boomed All passengers . . . please remain calm and in your cabins. There is an intruder alert, but your crew is working to restore order. We will advise you as matters progress. Please remain calm. All passengers...

Right, Lando thought. Theyre going to restore order... sure they are .... The gambler glanced at Bria, and she looked at him and shrugged slightly.

They reached the door, and Fett gestured to Lando.

Open it.

The corridor was pure chaos. They had to wait in the doorway until a mob of screaming passengers, most of them dressed only in nightgowns and robes, fled past. Fett glanced at a small, palm-sized device he held.

Turn right, he instructed.

Lando and Bria obeyed. The gambler found it surprisingly difficult to walk with his arms bound be-hind him. It affected his balance.

Several times they had to step into doorways to allow shrieking hordes of passengers to run past. The sounds of blaster fire were closer, now, as they neared the boat decks. They left the passenger cabins behind, and took a se-ries of glidewalks that Fett directed them to. From the sounds, most of the pitched fighting was going on near the docking areas. Sounds of battle grew louder, closer. As they neared the shuttle deck, they saw sprawled bodies littering the corridor, most of them wearing uni-forms marking them as the liner crew. A number of the bodies belonged to passengers, but none wore Im-perial uniforms. Bria glanced at Lando as they stum-bled along. He was surprised at her composure in the face of carnage-dead bodies made most citizens sick. Lando strained his eyes for a glimpse of the attack-ers, but so far they hadnt encountered any. He licked dry lips, knowing that, even with bound arms, he had to try to make some move before the three of them climbed into a shuttle together. In a shuttle, they had no chance. He glanced sideways at his fellow captive, assessing her ability to possibly back him if he tried something. For a moment it occurred to h!m to wonder just why this lovely young woman-she couldnt have been much over twenty-five-had Boba Fett after her. She must be more than what she seemed, and his observa-tions of her so far backed that up. Most citizens, faced with the most feared bounty hunter in the galaxy, would be reduced to quivering lumps of protoplasm. But Bria was plainly not your ordinary citizen ....

They rounded a corner that led to the shuttle deck, only to run smack into a boarding party. Lando froze, Bria beside him, faced with twelve or thirteen unsavory characters dressed in loud, gaudy, mismatched clothes that gravely offended Landos fashion sense. They were festooned with garish jewelry. Bria whispered, Pirates!

Suddenly things fell into place and Lando realized exactly what had happened to the Queen. Hed seen this trick before. These pirates had brought the Queen out of hyperspace by towing a good-sized asteroid into the reMspace andog of her hyperspace coordinates. Then the gravity shadow of the asteroids gravity well had caused the hyperdrive failsafes to cut in, abruptly reverting the Queen to reMspace. An audacious and cunning plan-and it took big ships to implement it. Big ships and a daring leader. For the first time, Lando felt a surge of hope. It got to be. Nobody else would dare to attack a cruise ship this big ....

Back the other way! Boba Fett shouted, and his captives obediently reversed course. Lando and Bria tried to run, but if Lando had thought that walking with bound arms was tough, hed never imagined that run-ning would be so much worse. At every moment he imagined himself falling down, then being summarily shot by Boba Fett for his clumsiness.

The two captives managed a clumsy jog, and Boba Fett urged them on. But as they approached another curve in the corridor, Lando caught a flash of bright color. More pirates!

Stop! Boba Fett barked, his voice sounding doubly harsh because of the mechanical speakers. Quickly the bounty hunter pushed Bria into a door-way, then yanked Lando over to stand in front of her as a shield. Dont move, Calrissian, Fett hissed, and moved out until he was in full view. The pound of running feet approached, and then, more or less at the same time, both groups of pirates converged from opposite sides of the corridor. Boba Fett, who had been checking his weaponry, tensed, ready to do battle. Against how many pirates? Twenty-five? Thirty? Maybe rrure ....Lando guessed. The two groups drew nearer, then slowed uncer-tainly. Lando didnt blame them. He wouldnt want to be the first person to fire on Boba Fett, even at these odds. Chances are that the bounty hunter would take quite a few attackers with him.

Whats going on? a familiar strong alto bellowed from the back of one of the packs. Lando let out a gasp of relief. Boba Fett, in the name of all the hells of Barab, what are you doing here? Collecting a bounty, the hunter replied. No quar-rel with you, Captain Renthal. Ill take my bounty and a shuttle, and go.

Lando filled his lungs, shouted, Drea! Its me .... Lando! Hey, am I glad to see-Lando breath went out in a whoosh as the bounty hunter took one fast step back-ward and the butt of Fett blaster rifle connecKed with his solar plexus. The gambler doubled over, wheezing. Slowly, the ranks of pirates parted, and Drea Ren-thal, pirate captain and Lando former girlfriend, emerged. She was a big, squarish woman of about forty-five, with fashionably striped silver and gold hair, a fair complexion, and the coldest gray eyes Lando had ever seen. Renthal wore her typical wild jumble of clothes-red striped stockings, a purple skirt kilted up on one side, a pink silk shirt and armored vest. Her short, spiky hair was half-hidden by an outrageous beret with a long, trailing orange feather.

Lando tried painfully to straighten up. He wanted to wave, but of course his arms were .bound. Besides, Boba Fett would probably blast him for his temerity. Renthal surveyed them, and said, Lando, you never told me you had a bounty on your head.

Actually, Lando knew of several bounties on his head, in the Centrality, but this was Imperial space. No bounty, Drea, he called, his voice harsh and breathless. I was just... in th e wrong place... at the wrong time.

Renth,M looked back at the bounty hunter. Fett, that true? No bounty on C,Mrissian? The hunter hesitated, then responded, True. I have an old score with C,Mrissian, but it is... personal. Drea RenthM considered for a long moment. In that case, Fett, you ought to be willing to let him go. Lando kind of... speciM... to me. I might lose a little sleep if I let you take him. Tell you what... let him go, and Ill let you have the shuttle, free and clear.

Boba Fett nodded. Very well. Without turning his head, he said, CMrissian... go. We will meet again... someday.

Lando felt Bria move away from him, giving him room to edge around her and leave. The gambler wanted more than anything to head for safety-Drea and her mob of cutthroats-but instead, he heard his own voice saying, No. Drea, I cant go without Lady Lavv,M. You cant let Fett take her. Boba Fett wasnt often taken aback, but he heard Lando Calrissians words with surprise-almost aston-ishment. Hed never figured Calrissian for anytiring more than a dandified coward. The bounty hunter glanced at the gambler, wondering if CMrissian was just blowing Tibanna gas, making an empty statement, but he could tell from the man set expression that he meant it he wouldnt go without Bria. Fetts gaze returned to Drea Renthal. How much did she care for Calrissian? It was obvious that the gambler was an old lover. But Renthal was a practical woman. One did not rise to the leadership of one of the largest pirate and mercenary fleets without being both prag-matic and ruthless. Perhaps Renthal would just cut Cal-rissian loose for his foolish stand-and over another woman, yet!

Renthal locked gazes with CMrissian and sighed. Lando, honey, youre cute and a good dancer, but youre pushing me, here. Why should I give a regnuff patootie about this floozy? She your current girlfriend?

No, Calrissian said. Theres nothing between us,

Drea. But Bria here is Han Solos girlfriend. He risked his life to save your Y-wings and Renthal Fist from be-ing blasted by Peacekeeper during the Battle of Nar Shaddaa. Seems to me you owe him. Again Fett was surprised. Bria Tharen and Hah Solo? That was obviously in the far past, since Fett had been monitoring her actions for over a year, and shed had no contact with Solo. Renthal blinked. Bria? Her name is Bria? Like Solos ship? This is that Bria? CMrissian nodded. Yes. Shes that Bria.

Drea Renth,M grimaced and swore. Lando . . . you just love to make my life complicated, dont you? Im gonna take this out of your hide, baby? Okay... youre right, a debt is a debt. Reaching beneath her armored vest, she pulled out a heavy pouch. Jewelry and credit vouchers, Fett, she said. Should be over fifty thou-sand credits worth in here. Let em both go, and you can have your shuttle. I dont want a fight

... but Im not letting you leave with them.

Boba Fett surveyed the assembled ranks of pirates, assessing his chances for fighting his way out. There were thirty-two pirates-hardly good odds. Boba Fetts armor would protect him, possibly enough to allow him to escape, but Bria Tharen was wearing a strapless eve-ning gown. She was certain to be hurt, perhaps killed, in any fire fight. And her bounty called for a live, un-harmed, delivery. Boba Fett looked at the heavily armed pirates, then at Bria Tharen, and experienced a tiny flare of some-thing that he recognized, with dismay, as relief. Bria Tharen would not die today, or tomorrow, in agony, while the depraved High Priest of Ylesia rubbed his tiny hands and chortled with glee. Fett took a deep breath. The bounty on her is one hundred thousand, he said. Whoo! Renthal looked over at Bria. Honey, what in the name of Kashyyyks night demons have you been doing? All right, Fett, you bloodsucker. Turning to her crew, she opened the pouch and held it out. Cmon, gentles. Im collecting fifty percent of my share of the Queen right now. Put it here. It was a measure of Renthals reputation that there was scarcely any grumbling. Pirates dug into their pockets, their pouches, and soon Renthals pouch was bulging.

Turning, she tossed it to the bounty hunter. Fett caught it, weighing it, then surrendered to the in-evitable. Renthals ransom for Bria Tharen was indeed a handsome one.

The bounty hunter inclined his head to Lando, and said, Some other time, Calrissian. The gamblers teeth flashed in a fierce grin. Ill look forward to it. Then Boba Fett nodded to Bria. Later, my lady. She drew herself up, and the bounty hunter had to admire her composure. I hope not. Ill be watching my back.

Boba Fett turned to Renthal, and said, The shuttle deck is that way. Right, the pirate captain said. Gentles, lets give Master Fett here a nice unobstructed passage to that shuttle deck. We dont want any trouble with him, now do we?

Respectfully, they parted, leaving the bounty hunter a wide aisle.

With grave dignity, Boba Fett walked between the ranks of pirates. The pirates on the shuttle deck also gave him a wide berth. Selecting a ship, Boba Fett climbed in, checked the controls, signaled for departure and watched the entrance to the ships docking facility clear. Moments later, the bounty hunter was streaking through the blackness of space.

Alone...

Brias head spun at the sudden turn of events. One moment she was giving herself up for dead, and the next she was safe aboard the pirate queens flagship, Ren-thal Vigilance. The Vigilance was a huge vessel, twice the size of Brias Marauder corvette. Drea Renthal had salvaged the Imperial Carrack light cruiser following. the Battle of Nar Shaddaa. With her Corellian corvette, Renthal Fist, and her squadrons of Y-wings, the pirate captains fleet was indeed impressive.

The minute I knew it was pirates boarding us, I knew it had to be Dreas gang, Lando told her, as sev-eral pirates shuttled them over to the flagship while Renthal finished her boarding operation on the Queen. Ive seen her pull that trick with the asteroids gravity shadow before. Only Drea would have had the fire-power to tackle something as big as the Queen.

Bria looked at the gambler. Lando, Im very grateful to you .... You stood up for me, and you didnt have to. That took real guts.

Lando smiled charmingly. What else could I do?

Youre far too lovely to let Boba Fett have you.

Bria laughed. It wasnt Boba Fett I was worried about, actually. It was . .. the people who wanted me. Theyre a nasty bunch. Compared to them, Boba Fett is a gentleman and a scholar. She sobered, then jerked a thumb back at the Queen of Empires approximate location. What will happen to the passengers? Is Renthal . . . she hesitated, ... a slaver?

Lando shook his head. Drea? No. Shes in it for the quick credits. Slavery is too much work for her. Shell take the valuables, loot the ship, and maybe take a few prisoners for ransom. Once the ransom is paid, she re-turns them, unharmed. Drea is a businessperson. Shes ruthless when the situation warrants, dont get me wrong, but shes not a slaver.

She eyed him, and Lando reached over and took her hand. Trust me, Lady Bria. I wouldnt lie to you. Bria nodded, then visibly relaxed. I do trust you, Lando, she said. How could I not after you stood up to Boba Fett for me? I couldnt believe you did that.

Lando shook his head, smiling wryly. Sometimes I surprise even myself. And Drea Renthal will take us to Nar Shaddaa?

Oh, yes, Lando said. Your booking at the Chance Castle, right?

She hesitated, gave him a Sidelong look, then said, Well . . . actually, thatg not what Im worried about. Im taking a shuttle from Nar Shaddaa to Nal Hutta. I need to keep a very important appointment. Lando raised his eyebrows. What in the galaxy is a lovely lady like you doing going to visit a bunch of smelly gangsters like the Hutts?

She smiled wryly. Well...

Lando waited, and when she didnt say any more, prompted, Bria . . . you really can trust me. I want to be your friend.

She took a deep breath. I have an appointment to talk to Jiliac the Hutt. It took me a while to get him to agree to see me, but finally he did. I have a... business proposition to offer him. Lando frowned. Then youll have to take a shuttle to Nal Hutta. Jiliac became a mommy Hurt last year, and she hasnt been on Nar Shaddaa since, I think.

Bria nodded. Ill go wherever it takes, talk to who-ever I have to. She glanced up at Lando. I understand that Hah lives on Nar Shaddaa? She couldnt conceal the note of hope in her voice. Lando shook his head, his gaze sympathetic. Youre too late, Im afraid. Han lit out for the Corporate Seor nearly a year ago, and hasnt been seen since. I dont know if hell be back or not. Bria bit her lip. Oh. After a second, she looked back up, nodded. Well, thats the way things go. Im not sure hed want to see me anyway.

Lando smiled again. I cant imagine any man not wanting to see you. He was a fool to let you get away, if you ask me.

Bria chuckled wryly. Han wouldnt agree with you, Im sure.

Just then, their shuttle landed in the Vigilance s docking bay. Gathering up her skirts, Bria rose from her seat. Lando gravely offered her his arm to escort her down the gangplank. By the way, he said, how in the galaxy did you man-age to get such a bounty placed on your pretty head? She shook her head. Lando, it a very, very long story. He nodded. Doubtless . . . but, since it will take Drea a couple of hours to finish with the Queen, weve got nothing but time .... Well, Im not free to tell you much .... she hesitated. He smiled. Why am I not surprised? Tell you what... Ill find a bottle, and you can tell me the un-classified parts. Deal? She laughed. DEM.

Interlude 2 Somewhere between the Corporate

Sector and the Tion Hegemony

Hah Solo awoke slowbj, easing gritty eye s open against daylight painful onslaught. His head pounded like a misfiring thruster, and his mouth tasted like ban-tha fidder. He groaned and rolled over on his stomach, shielding his eyes from the hideous glare of the sunlight.

Minutes later, he managed to sit up, holding his head and wondering what in the galaxy had induced him to throw that party last night. One in a long series of parties .... He had a dim recollection that it had been fun---lots of fun. Groggily he fumbled for his backpack and found a commercial headache remedy, swallowed it dry. He settled back onto the bed and held still for several min-utes, eyes closed, until it began to take effect and the headache eased off. Opening his eyes fully, he looked around the dimly lit room, seeing clear evulence in the scattered food, bottles and other disorder that it had indeed, been a wild party. What was that girl name? He couldnt remember.

But theyd obviously had a very good time.

Han had been living high for weeks now, off the credits hed gotten from the Authority Espo ship purser. Dimly, he realized that his stash of credits was considerably less than it htul been several weeks ago, when hed said goodbye w Fiolla.

He thought about her, wishing she was still with him. But when hed prepared to leave Corporate Sector space, shed booked passage home, saying that she had to get back to work-to the promotion she was sure shed merit, for tracing down that slaver ring.

Since then, Han and Chewie had made planetfall on at least five different worlds. Han looked blearily at the sunlight that showed beneath the curtain in the hotel room. It had a slight orange tint against the white drape. What world is this, anyhow?

For the life of him, he couldnt remember.

Rising, he headed for the fresher. His headache was under control now, and he was beginning to feel hungry. Stepping into the shower, he let the hot water pummel him and leaned against the tiled wall. Ahhhhhhh...

For a moment he fouml himSelf thinking about home, wondering how everyone was doing. Maybe it was time to head back to Nar ShcMdaa, while he still had some credits left? Thoughts of his friends filled his mind. Jarik, Mako . . . and Lando, of course. How was Lando doing these days? Had he ever found a ship to replace the Falcon?

And what about Bria?

Han sighed. Maybe, when he got back to Imperial space, hed try looking up Bria. Yeah, right, he thought. That should be real easy. Just find the secret HQ of the Corellian Resistance and walk right in, demand to see your old girlfriend... probably get a blaster bolt right between your eyes, Solo ....

Feeling slightly better, Han shut the water off, and went to get dressed. He decided w get some food, then head back for the Falcon and Chewie. Time to leave this blasted world... whatever world this was

....

Jabba lounged beside his aunt in her private audience chamber on Nal Hutta, watching and listening as Bria Tharen made her appeal to Desilijic. The woman spoke well, he had to admit... for a human. Almighty Jiliac, Bria spread her hands before her, just think what an opportunity this is for your clan. If Desilijic will just finance our group in terms of ammu-nition and fuel, the Corellian Resistance will make sure that Ylesia is no longer a thorn in your side. Wouldnt it be worth it, to see Besadii brought low? And for such a modest outlay! We provide the troops, the weapons, the ships .... But you will take the spice stored in the ware-houses, Jiliac said, in Huttese. Jabba and Jiliack proto-col droid, K8LR, promptly translated the Hutt leader words. Jiliae repulsor sled bobbed slightly as she shifted her weight forward to regard the Rebel com-mander intently. All we would gain could only be mea-sured in negative terms. Now if we were to profit from this...

Bria Tharen shook her head. If we take the risks, we get the spice, Your Excellency. Running a resistance is expensive. We cant just wipe out your enemies for you and gain nothing for ourselves. Privately Jabba agreed with her. Why was Jiliac being so stubborn?

Jabba spoke up for the first time---in Basic, which he could speak, but rarely chose to. Let me make sure I understand what you are offering, and what you wish from us, Commander. Bria turned to him, bowed slightly. Certainly, Your Excellency.

One, Jabba began ticking points off on his fingers. Desi!ijic will provide you funding to purchase ammu-nition and fuel for an assault on Ylesia. Two, Desilijic will arrange to eliminate the tlanda Td priests before the attack... correct?

Yes, Your Excellency, Bria said.

Why do you need us for that? Jiliac demanded haughtily. If your group is such an efficient military force, then you should be able to handle a few puny tlanda Til.

Because we stand a much better chance of being able to control the Pilgrims if the Priests are already dead, Bria Tharen replied. It shouldnt be too difficult for a kajidic of your resources to arrange. After all, there arent more than thirty priests on the whole planet, or so our intelligence indicates. Only about three per Colony, in most cases. Another thing... we dont want our troops having to deal with fighting off the tlanda Til empathic vibes-we want them to be able to concentrate on fighting. I understand, Jabba said. Three . . . in return for our funding and our promise to eliminate the priests, your groups will land and destroy the Besadii enter-prise. Blow up the factories, make sure there is nothing left for Besadii to use in rebuilding.

That right, Your Excellency, the Rebel com-mander said. The risk is ours. Of course, well also take the Pilgrims and the warehoused spice.

I understand, Jabba said. Your offer merits consideration, Commander. WeNo! Jiliac snorted disgustedly and waved dismissal. Girl, we have heard enough. Thank you, butAunt! Jabba said loudly, then lowered his voice when Jiliac broke off and turned to regard him in sur-prise. He continued in Huttese, May I speak with you privately?

Jiliac huffed slightly then nodded. Very well, Nephew.

When the Tharen woman had been escorted outside the chamber by K8LR and asked to wait for their deci-sion, Jabba said, Aunt, this is an offer too-good to refuse. If we had to hire mercenary forces to eliminate the Ylesian enterprise, it would cost us many times what wed have to pay to fund these Rebels. It would cost... he ran quick figures in his head, at least five times as much. We should accept. Jiliac regarded her nephew with scorn. Jabba, havent I taught you better than this? I told you, Desili-jie must never support either faction in a war. You want us to join the Resistance? That policy can only lead to disaster!

Jabba had to take a deep breath and silently recite the Hurt alphabet before he could respond. Aunt, I am by no means suggesting that we should ally ourselves with these Rebels. But we can and should make use of them to further our own ends! This human female and her Rebellion are a gift from fate. Bria Tharen is the perfect leader for this raid.

Why? Jiliac blinked at her nephew.

Jabba let out his breath in a quick huff of exaspera-tion. Think, Aunt! Who were the two humans who es-caped from Ylesia after killing Zawal all those years ago? Remember I investigated the matter after Han Solo came to work for us?

Jiliac frowned. No ....

Well, I did. Han Solo escaped Ylesia in a stolen ship, with much of TerOenza treasure in its hold, and the High Priest pet slave. Her name was Bria Tharen, Aunt. This same woman! She has a personal grudge against Ylesia! She will stop at nothing to shut the Be-sadii slaving world down. Jiliac was still frowning. So what if she has a per-sonal score to settle? How can that benefit us, Nephew?

Nothing could suit Desilijic needs better than the destruction of those accursed spice factories! Think of it! Besadii, humbled and impoverished! This is a bargain!

Jiliac rocked back and forth on her massive belly, staring goggle-eyed into space as if trying to picture in her mind eye how it would work. No, she said finally. It is a bad plan. It is a good plan, Aunt, Jabba insisted, and, with a little refinement, can be made to work. After a pause, he added, With all due respect, Jiliac, I dont believe that you have thought the matter through. Oh? Jiliac reared back until she towered over her relative. Nephew, your judgment is flawed. I have been very careful, over the years, not to compare you with your reckless parent, who nearly bankrupted Desilijic with his grand schemes, then was foolish enough to wind up on that mudball pfison planet, Kip. However...

Jabba didnt like being reminded of Zorba and his profligate ways. Aunt, I am nothing like my parent, and you know it! I respectfully submit that you have grown soft and your analysis weak. We must deal with Besadii soon or, most assuredly, we will be ruined. What are your specific objections? Jiliac rumbled, and a bit of green phlegm appeared at the corner of her slack mouth. Too fisky, too many uncertainties. Humans are not intelligent enough to be able to accurately predict their behavior. Theyre just as apt to take our credits, then betray us to Besadii.

These Rebels are too committed to their cause, Jabba said. You are fight, you dont understand hu-mans, Aunt. Commander Tharens group is just dedi-cated enough and stupid enough to risk themselves over those wretched slaves. Humans are like that. Espe-cially this human. And I suppose you understand them? Jiliac snorted. Where do these masterful insights of yours spfing from, Nephew? From watching them cavort around scantily clothed?

Jabba was really getting angry now. I do understand them! And I understand that this offer is not one to toss aside!

So you would have us arrange to kill some thirty tlanda Til for the Corellian Resistance, Jiliac said. What if that w as ever discovered here on Nal Hutta? Tile tlanda Til here would raise such an outcry! They are our cousins, Nephew. Humans are nothingV Jabba hadnt thought of that. He remained silent, mulling her objection over. I still think it could be arranged, he said. Weve gotten away with multiple assassinations before, after all.

Besides, Jiliac said, sulkily, I dont want the Yle-sian enterpfise destroyed. I want to take it Over. What good will it do us to best Besadii if the spice factofies are destroyed? We could build other factofies, Jabba said. Any-thing would be better than having Besadii warehousing that spice and dfiving the prices up and up!

Jiliac shook her head. I am the clan leader, and my decision is no. That is the end of it, Nephew. Jabba tried to expostulate further, but she waved him to silence, and, with a bellow, summoned K8LR

and the Rebel Commander. The droid quickly shepherded the young woman back into the room, solicitously com-menting on her bravery the whole time.

Jiliac shot an exasperated glance at Jabba, and har-rumphed loudly. Girl, as I was saying before, when I was interrupted---she glanced at Jabba meaningfully, we appreciate your offer, but our answer is no. Desili-jic cannot risk allying with the Resistance in this matter.

Bfia Tharen features betrayed her disappointment, Jabba noted. She sighed, then squared her shoulders. Very well, Your Excellency. She reached into the

pocket of her fatigues and took something out. If you

should ever change your mind, you can reach meJiliac waved aside the proffered datacard, then glared at her nephew as he reached for it. Jabba gazed at Bria, holding the datacard. I will keep this, he said. Farewell, Commander. Thank you for the audience, Your Excellencies, she said, and bowed deeply. Jabba watched her as she walked away, and found himself thinking that shed look maguificent in a danc-ing girls costume. All that reddish hair spilling down over her bare shoulders. Nicely muscled shoulders. This human was fit, exquisitely so, and her height was impressive. What a dancing girl shed make! Jabba sighed.

Jabbad his aunt said, I did not appreciate the way you appeared to disrespect my decision just now. Never forget that we Desilijic must always present a united front when conducting business with inferior species.

Jabba did not trust himself to speak. He was still bitterly angry over his aunts refusal to see what a great opportunity Bria Tharen had offered them.

If I were the leader of Desilijic, he thought, I wouldnt have to listen to her paranoid conservatism. Sometimes you have w take chances to make large gains. Mother-hood has made her stupid and weak

....

It was only then that Jabba realized, for the first time, that if Jiliac were out of the picture, that he, Jabba Desilijic Tiure, would be Desilijics next leader. He would have to answer to no one. Jabba lay there, his tail twitching thoughtfully then glanced sideways at his aunt. Suddenly her belly rip-pied, and her baby slithered out. Mamas precious! she exclaimed. Jabba, look! Getting bigger every day!

She cooed at her baby. Jabba grimaced, belched, and then wriggled rapidly out of the room, unable to stand the sight of either of them for one second longer.

Bria Tharen picked up her glass of wine, sipped it slowly, appreciatively, then smiled at her escort. Thats wonderful. Thank you so much, Lando. You dont know how long its been since I had an evening where I could just relax.

Lando Calrissian nodded. Bria had returned to Nar Shaddad aboard the shuttle from Nal Hutta today, fol-lowing what shed said was a disappointing interview with the Desilijic leader. To cheer her up, the gambler had promised to take her out for a nerf tenderloin dinner at one of the Smugglers Moons finest hotel-casinos, the Chance Castle. Bri5 was wearing a softly draped gown of turquoise that matched her eyes, and Lando was wearing his black and scarlet outfit, for old times sake. How long? Lando asked, twirling his own Wine-glass slowly in his fingers. Well... I imagine being a Rebel commando leader is fairly time-consuming. Al-most as time-consuming as being the mistress of a Sec-tor Moff.

Her eyes widened, then narrowed. How did you find that out? I never told you .... Nar Shaddad is the criminal nexus of the galaxy, Lando said. An information broker owed me a favor, and I called it in. Commander Bria Tharen, right?

Her lips tightened, and she nodded curtly. Hey, Lando said, reaching out to touch the back of her hand gently, didnt I tell you you can trust me? You can. I have no love for the Empire. If I werent such an arrant coward, Id join the Rebels myself. I know lots of se-crets, and Im good at keeping them. She smiled faintly. Whatever you are, you arent a coward, Lando. Nobody who stood up to Boba Fett like that could be called cowardly. You should think about joining the Resistance. Youre a good pilot, you can think on your feet, and youre smart. Youd be an officer in no time. She hesitated, then added, more seriously, And about Moff Sam Shild... all I can say is that appear-ances can be deceiving. I was on assignment for the Re-sistance, but I was nothing more than a social hostess and aide for him, though he wanted everyone to think otherwise. But you were also spying on him.

Gathering intelligence is a nicer term.

He chuckled. So where you go tomorrow, after you leave Nar Shaddaa?

TII head back to my squadron, and my next assign-ment... whatever that may be. Im missing two of my senior officers now... plus an excellent combat trooper. Her expression darkened. Fett killed them with no more thought or caring than you or I would step on an insect.

Thats why hes the most feared bounty hunter in the galaxy, Lando pointed out. Yes .... She took another sip of wine. Hes hke a one-man army. Too bad hes loyal to lhe Empire. I could certainly use him in combat!

Lando looked at her. It means everything to you, doesnt it? Defeating the Empire? She nodded. Its my life, she said, simply. I would give anything I have-or am-to further that dream. Lando picked up a piece of fiatbread, drizzled Kashyyykian forest honey on it, and took a bite. But youve already devoted years to that goal. When does Bria Tharen get a chance to have a life of her own? When do you just say, enough? Dont you want to have a home, a family, someday? She smiled sadly. The last person to ask me that question was Han.

Really? When the two of you were on Ylesia? That was a long time ago.

,Yes, she said. Its been wonderful to be able to talk to you, find out what hes been doing. Do you know, Lando, in just a few months it will be ten years to the day since we first met. I can hardly believe it... where did the time go?

Where time always goes, Lando said. Theres a gi-ant black hole in the center of the galaxy, and it just sucks it right up.

She shrugged and smiled wryly. That explanation works for me. Ill have to remember that. Lando poured her some more wine. Anyway, you didnt answer my question. When are you going to have a life for Bria?

Her blue-green eyes were very intent as they met his across the table. When the Empire is defeated, and Palpatine is dead, then Ill think about settling down. I would love to have a child... someday. She smiled. I think I still remember how to cook and do domestic things. My mother certainly spent enough time trying to turn me into appropriate wife materid, and that in-cluded plenty of instruction in womanly duties. Lando grinned. I suppose she wouldnt much like your current rebel image. Dressed in combat fatigues, armed to the teeth.

She laughed wryly and rolled her eyes. Poor mother! Its a good thing she cant see me, shed keel over in utter horror!

Just then the server brought their steaks, and both dug in with appreciation. Lando, this is so wonderful, Bria said. This beats military chow six ways from sundown.

Lando smiled. Just one more reason I couldnt join the Rebellion, he said. I have a penchant for fine cui-sine. I dont think I could stand a steady diet of rations.

She nodded. But youd be surprised what you can get used to... with enough practice. I dont want to find out, Lando said, lightly. How could I give all this up? He waved a hand at the ele-gant restaurant, and, beyond it, the glittery clamor of the gaming tables. She nodded. I have to admit, I have a hard time imagining you in a Rebel uniform. At least not without extensive re-tai!oring, Lando said, and they both laughed. Have you ever been in combat? she asked him, on a more serious note. Oh, sure, Lando said. Im a decent gunner as well as a better-than-average pilot these days. Ive seen ac-tion here and there. And, of course, there was the Bat-tle of Nar Shaddaa. Han, Salla and I were in the thick of it.

Tell me about that, she said. It just amazes me that smugglers-as independent and hard-headed as most of the ones Ive known are-could band together like that to beat the Imperial fleet. Always pleased to talk about himself and his es-capades to an admiring audience, Ldo launched into a fairly detailed narrative of how the smugglers had joined forces with Drea Renthals pirate fleet to destroy many Imperial fighters and several big capital ships. Bria listened with grave and knowledgeable attention, asking strategic or tactical questions every so often to encourage the gambler in his story. Finally, when Lando was finished, and theyd ordered dessert, Bria sat back as the server cleared their plates away. What a story! she said. Im really impressed by the smugglers daring and expertise. They are all marvelous pilots, arent they?,

You have to be good to stay ahead of the Imp cus-toms ships, Lando replied. Smugglers can handle just about anything-they fly thr ough asteroid fields, play tag with nebulas and space storms, and they can land on anything. Nothing fazes a good smuggler. Ive seen them land ships while fighting uneven gravity fields on asteroids barely bigger than their vessels. Gravity shifts, atmospheric turbulence, sandstorms, blizzards, ty-phoons... you name it, they know how to handle it.

Bria was looking at him intently. Of course. Smug-glers would naturally be the most experienced pilots in the galaxy .... but theyre also good fighters ....

Lando waved a hand. Oh, they have to be that, too, with the Imps apt to pop out and start blasting at any moment. Of course, during the Battle of Nar Shaddaa they were fighting to protect their homes and property, else most of them would have demanded payment for their services. She blinked, as though a sudden idea had occurred to her. You mean... you think the smugglers would hire themselves out for a military action?

Lando shrugged. Why not? Most smugglers are just like privateers. If there a decent profit in it, most of them would dare just about anything.

She tapped her bottom lip with a manicured nail as she thought. Lando suddenly looked at her hand in-tently. Hey... he said, leaning forward to take her hand in both of his and examine it gently, what hap-pened, Bria?

She drew a deep breath. These old scars? A sou-venir of working in the Ylesian spice factories. I usuly cover them with cosmetics for social occasions, but I lost everything aboard the Queen, remember? Drea promised me youd get your stuff back, Lando said. I told her your cabin number. He looked embarrassed. I feel terrible for mentioning them. I just... well, I care about you. Its painful to see them and know how much you were hurt on that world.

She patted his hand. I know. Youre sweet to be concerned, Lando. But Im not the one you should be concerned about. People are dying every day on Ylesia. Good people. People who deserve better than a life of unending toil, malnutrition, and cruel deception.

He nodded. Han talked to me about it once. He feels the same way... but theres not much we can do about it, is there?

She gave him a fierce look. Yes, there is, Lando. And while theres breath in my body, Im not going to give up on those people. Someday, Im going to shut that hellworld down for good. Bria grinned suddenly, recklessly, and at that moment, she reminded Lando very much of his absent friend. As Han would say, trust me.

Lando chuckled. I was just thinking that you re-mind me of him at times. Han was an important role model for me, she said. He taught me so much. How to be strong, and brave and independent. You wouldnt believe what a spineless little crybaby I used to be. Lando shook his head. I dont believe it.

She was looking down at her scars. They criss-crossed her hands and forearms in thin, white lines, like glow-spider webs against the tanned skin. It used to hurt Han to look at them, too... she murmured. Lando studied her for a long moment. HeS the only one, isnt he? he said, finally. You still love him. She drew a long breath, then looked up at him, her expression very serious. HeS the only one, she said steadily.

Landos eyes widened slightly. You mean . . . the only one? Ever?

She nodded. Oh, Ive had a couple of offers. But my life is the Resistance. And... she shrugged, frankly, after Hah... other men seem sort of... bland. Lando chuckled ruefully, realizing that, despite his best efforts and his fondest wishes, Brias heart was with Han-and there it was likely to stay. Well, at least when he comes back from the Corporate Sector, I wont have earned myself a punch in the nose for stealing you away, he said. I have to try and look on the bright side, I suppose. She looked at him and smiled, then lifted her wine-glass. I propose a toast, she said. To the man I love. Hah Solo.

Lando lifted his, clinked it against hers. To Hall, he agreed. The luckiest guy in the galaxy .... Interlude 3 Kashyyyk, on the way back from tile Corporate Sector...

Han Solo stood in the middle of Mallatobucks living room, in her horne on Kashyyyk, watching his best friend tenderly cradle his infant son.

Theyd landed on Chewie homeworld just an hour ago, on their way back from the Corporate Sector. The Falcon was safely docked in the secret wroshyr-limb docking bay. This time, for Han benefit, the Wookiees provided a series of vine ladders for the Corellian to make the ascent through the wroshyr trees. Knowing now what a quulaar was, the Corellian had flatly re-fused to climb into one. The moment that theyd landed; Hah had noticed something odd. All of the Wookiees they met kept giving Chewie amused sidelong glances and nudging each other. Chewbacca had seemed oblivious to the byplay, however, so eager was he to see his lovely wife. After all, the Wookiee hadnt seen Malla in nearly a year. . . .

And then, when theyd walked into Malla house, there she stood, holding a small bundle wrapped in a blanket in her arms. Chewbacca had stood frozen in the doorway, a look of ineredulous joy dawning on his furry visage.

Hah had slapped his friend on the back with almost Wookiee force. Hey, congratulations, Chewie!

Youre a dad!

After a few minutes to admire the baby (whom even Hah had to admit was awfully cute), Han wandered into Malla kitchen to give Chewie sorrm time alone with his family. He dug around in the refrigeration unit and found some odds and ends of things to munch on, pleased that MaUa had told him to make him,elf at lmme.

As he sat there, listening to Cbewie and MaUa dis-cuss names for their son in the next room, Han thoughts wandered back to the Corporate Sector and the Tion Hegemony, and all the adventures hed had there. He wasnt coming home rich, that was for .rare... but he hadnt done too badly, he decided. And hed certainly met a host of memorable individuals-some good, most not. Of course there had been the lovely ladies... Jessa, FioUa . . . and Htti ....

Hah smiled, remembering.

And then there had been the bad guys. The ones who

had tried to stiff him out of credits, or, worse, tried to snuff him like a candle. Quite a host of them . . . . Ploovo Two-tier-One, Hirken, Zlarb, Magg, Spray... and Gal-landro. That was one tough fellow, GaUandro. Be fun to watch him in a free-for-all against Boba Fett, weapons being equal. Gallandro could probably outdraw the bounty hunter . . . but Fett armor would give him some protection .... Hah couldnt decide which of them would win. And speculation wcs moot, after all, since GaUandro had, been reduced to a pile of charred meat and bone back on DeUalt, in Xim treasure vaults. It had been fun running into Roa and Badure. Hed have to remember to tell Mako that Badure had sent his greetings ....

Hah was surprised to realize that he actually missed BoUux and Blue Max. Hed never realized droids could have so much personality. He hoped that Skynx was treating them both okay .... The Corellian fingered the newly healed knife-wound on his chin. Hed never had time to get it prop-erly treated and it had healed with a noticeable scar. He wondered whether he should get it remeved . . . Wasnt it Lando who always insisted that women couldnt resist a rogue? That why the gambler had grown his mustache, claiming it gave him a rakish, pi-ratical air. Hah decided to keep the scar fir now. After all, it was a conversation piece... or could be. He pic-tured himself in some of his favorite haunts on Nat Shaddaa, telling the story to some lovely, fascinated lady ....

Next stop, Nar Shaddaa, Han thought. Wonder if Jabba missed me?

Away with you! Durga Besadii Tai rolled his bul-bous eyes and motioned the small Ubese chime player to vacate his throne room. Enough? The high-pitched, chaotic notes were pleasant, but did noth-ing to help him work up the fortitude necessary to do what he had to do.

Month after frustrating month, hour after inconclu-sive hour... nothing he had done had brought him any closer to a definitive answer about who had arranged the murder of his beloved parent. Durga had run into a wall as blank as the metal partitions that he now acti-vated to drop from the ceiling and seal off the room from potential eavesdroppers. Tapping his comm unit, Durga grimly activated its privacy field, too. He didnt want anyone to know what he was about to do. Zier... Osman, his majordomo... no one. After all his work, all his searching, Durga had been unable to establish even a tenuous link between Aruks death and either Teroenza or Desilijic; nor was there any evidence to establish collusion between them.

It was time. The sour churning in his gut grew stronger, and he wriggled a bit to ease the pressure. His tail jerked and twitched, the Hutt equivalent of nervous pacing. I can manage to keep my head out of the noose if Im just careful enough, he told himself. Even so, the price will be very, very dear. But I can stand the uncer-tainty no longer....

The privacy field was established, and the walls around him were secure. Durga ran one final security scan, and turned up no possibility of surveillance or a leak. Activating the comm system, the Hutt lord routed the signal through the most secure channel. Perhaps Xizor will not be there..., he thought, almost hoping.

But it was not to be so simple. The Hutt was routed from one subordinate to another, each more obsequious than the last. Just as Durga was beginning to suspect that this was some kind of run-around, the haze of the transmission coalesced into the translucent figure of the Falleen prince. Xizors dusky greenish complexion brightened slightly as he recognized his caller. He smiled affably. Was there a hint of smugness in that smile? Durga told himself not to be paranoid ....

Now that hed committed himself to this, the Hutt lord wanted to get on with it. He bobbed his head at the Black Sun leader, and said, Price Xizor... greetings.

Xizor smiled, and his eyes, made even more baleful by the light shining through the image, shifted to con-template the Hurt. Ah, Lord Durga, my dear friend. So many months have passed... over a Standard Year.

Are you well? I was growing worried about you again.

To what do I owe the honor of this communication?

Durga steeled himself. I am fine, Your Highness. But I still have no definitive proof as to the identity of my fathers murderer. I have considered your offer of assistance in discovering my fathers killer, and would like to accept it now. ! wish for you to use your intelli-gence networks and operatives to either confirm or lay to rest my suspicions.

I see . . . Xizor said. This is most unexpected, Lord Durga. I thought you were under a family obliga-tion to discover the killers identity yourself?

I have tried, Durga admitted stiffly, hating how Xizor was fencing with him. Your Highness... you of-fered Black Sun help once before. Now I would like to accept your offer... if the price is right, Durga added. Xizor nodded and smiled reassuringly. Lord Durga... have no fear, I am at your service.

! must know who killed Aruk. I will pay your price... within limits. Xizors smile vanished, and he drew himself up. Lord Durga, you do me wrong. I want no credits in re-turn, only your friendship.

The Hutt stared at the image, trying to read the real message through the princes verbal sleight-of-hand. Forgive me, Your Highness, but I suspect you want more than that.

Xizor sighed. Ah, my friend, nothing is ever as simple as we would like, is it? Yes, there is something I would request of you. A simple act of friendship. As head of Clan Besadii, you are privy to the planetary de-fenses of Nal Hutta. I would like a complete rundown of the weapons and shields, with exact strengths and locations.

The Faleen prince smiled, and this time there was more than just the suggestion of a sneer. Durga flinched, then forced himself to control his sudden fear and dismay. Nal Hutta defenses? What could he possibly want them for? Black Sun cant be planning an attack... or could they? Perhaps this was just a test. It seemed unlikely that Xizor was planning something... but there was no way to know for sure. Durga envisioned the broad, river-carved expanse outside his palace, silvery Nar Shaddaa a permanent sliver on the distant horizon. Worst case scenario-Nal Hutta was no longer necessary to Be-sadii; his clan could do without the glorious jewel con-quered so long ago. After all, they had the Ylesian system ....

And as for the rest of the clan, the non-Besadii citi-zens of Nal Hutta-well, they were fast becoming his enemies anyhow. There was that litfie matter of the offi-cial censure and that million-credit fine .... Durga glanced at the likeness of portly old Aruk en-sconced in its little niche on his dais, then back at the holo-image. The information is yours, he said, but I must know.

Xizor inclined his head. As soon as it is received, we shall do everything in our power to assist you, Lord Durga. Farewell ....

Durga inclined his head again, as cordially as he could, then cut the connection. His stomach was in knots. He had a bad feeling about this ....

Xizor turned away from his communications console to face Guri, a genuine smile tugging at the corners of his well-shaped mouth. That-was much easier than I thought it would be. The wedge has been driven deep now, and Durga and Besadii will soon split off from the other Hutts. I wonder what it is in Durgas slimy heart that makes him betray his entire species just for a taste of revenge. Guri gazed at him, serene as always. My Prince, your patience with these Hutts is finally gaining results. It is fortuitous that Besadii was censured so strongly by the other kajidics. Yes, replied the Falleen, steepling his hands and tapping his long fingernails together, Durga has no love for his fellow Hutts now, if he ever did. His grief and emotional instability will provide us with the key to Hutt space. That, and the Desilijic penchant for sinple solutions to complex problems. You have the proof that Durga requires, Guri, do you not?

The HRDS expression did not change. Of course, my Prince. Citizen Green was most helpful in acquiring it and sidetracking the pathologists at the Forensic In-stitute. He is a very competent human. Xizor nodded, and shook his ponytail off his shoul-der. Wait two hundred standard hours, long enough for it to seem as though we have conducted an investi-gation, then you will deliver the material to Durga per-sonally, he said. When Durga sees it, he will wish to move immediately against Desilijic. Go with him, Guri. Assist him, if necessary, in gaining his revenge on Jiliac. But no harm must come to Jabba. Jabba has been use-ful to me in the past, and I expect him to be useful to me in the future. Teroenza, too, has a part to play in our plans, and should not come to harm. Understood?

Understood, said Guri. It shall be as you wish, my Prince. Moving with lithe, swift strides, she left the room.

Xizor watched her go, admiring her. Nine million credits she had cost him, and worth every decicred. With Guri at his side, Xizor was ready to challenge the Hurts ....

Perhaps, some day, he would even challenge the Emperor himself....

When Han Solo arrived home from the Corporate Sector, he was welcomed back with open arms by all and sundry-except Lando and Salla Zend. Lando, he discovered, had gone off for a romantic getaway with Drea Renthal, and wouldnt be back for several da)3s.

And as for Salla... Han hadnt really been expecting to take up their relationship where theyd left off, but he also hadnt expected her to completely snub him. He saw her once or twice, at a distance, in Shugs spacebarn, but the moment she caught sight of him or Chewie, Salla Zend would turn and depart the premises.

When he asked about Salla, his friends all assured him that shed been fine during his absence, had even been seeing several fellows, though none of the rela-tionships were termed serious. Shed apparently worked with Lando for a while, though there was no evidence that Salla and Lando were ever anything but business partners.

Jarik had broken up with his girlfriend, and had re-turned to his normal self, happy to have his friends back. Even ZeeZee seemed pleased to have the rightful owners of the apament back again. When Han heard that Lando had returned, he went right over to his friends fiat to see him. They exchanged handshakes, backslaps and a brief hug, then Lando stepped back to regard his friend. You look good, he said. Need a haircut.

I always need a haircut, Han said, dryly. Comes from spending time with Wookiees. To them, scruffy is a compliment.

Lando laughed. Same old Hah. Hey, lets go down to the Golden Orb. Im buying!

Minutes later, when they were seated at a booth, tall mugs before them, Lando said, So... tell me. Whereve you been, and howd you get that scar, buddy?

Hah launched into a shorthand description of his ad-ventures in the Corporate Sector. Even so, they were working on their third round by the time he finished.

Lando shook his head. Wow, sounds like some of the stuff that happened to me in the Centrality. One bad guy after another. Get a fortune, lose a fortune. So... hows my ship? Han took a swig of Alderaanian ale, then wiped his mouth on his sleeve. Your ship? He laughed, enjoying the familiar byplay. The Falcon has never been better, my friend. Shell make point five past lightspeed, now. Landos dark eyes widened. Youre kidding! Nope, Han said. Theres an old guy in the Corpo-rate Sector who can make a hyperdrive whirl on its axis and give you two decicreds change. Docs a master, all right.

Youll have to take me for a spin, Lando said, impressed.

So, tell me whats been happening with you, Han said.

Lando fortified himself with a long drink, then said, Han, theres something I have to tell you. I ran into Bria a couple of weeks ago.

Han sat up straight. Bria? Bria Tharen? How?

Why?

Its a long story, Lando said, and smiled wickedly.

So get busy and start tellin it, Han snapped, his ex-pression darkening. Man, that is one lovely armful, that lady, Lando said, and sighed.

In one swift motion, Han lurched forward and grabbed Lando by the collar of his embroidered shirt. Whoa! Lando gasped. Nothing happened! We just danced, thats all!

Danced? Hah let go and sat back down, looking sheepish. Oh.

Cmon, Han, take it easy, Lando said, you havent even seen this woman in how many years? Sorry, pal, guess I got a little carried away, Han said. I used to care about her a lot. Lando smiled again, this time cautiously. Well, she still cares about you. A lot. Lando... the story, Han said. Tell.

Okay, Lando said, and launched into a description of his recent adventures aboard the Queen of Empire. By the time hed reached the face-off outside the shuttle bay, Hah was leaning forward, hanging on his every word.

When the gambler finished, Han sat back, shaking his head, sipping his ale. Some story, he said. Lando, that makes the second time youve stood up to Fett. That took guts, pal. Lando shrugged, and for once his demeanor was completely serious. I dont like bounty hunters, he said. Never have. I wouldnt turn my worst enemy over to one. To me theyre on a par with slavers. Hah nodded, then grinned. Good thing Dreas got a soft spot for you, pal. The thing that turned the tide there was reminding her that she owed you, Lando pointed out. Well, Ill have to let her know that I owe her one, now, Hah said. I just hope you showed her a good time on that little jaunt you took.

Ofcourse, Lando said. If its one thing I know how to do, its show a lady a good time. So... when did Bria tell you she cared about me? The whole time you were with Fett, you were ordered to be quiet, Han said, thinking back over Landos account.

Oh, I saw her again, here on Nar Shaddaa, Lando said.

Hah stared at Lando balefully. Oh, yeah?

Yeah, I did, Lando replied. Will you relax, old buddy? I just took her out to dinner. She got turned down by Jiliac and Jabba over some commando raid on Ylesia she wanted them to finance, and she needed some cheering up. Lando sighed. She spent the whole time talking about you. Really depressing. Hah felt a grin creep over his face. Yeah? he said, trying to sound casual. She did? Lando mock-glared at him. Yes, she did. Xendor alone knows why, but she did. Ive thought about trying to contact her, Han said. But after seeing her that time in Sarn Shilds place... well, I know now she was on assignment for the Resis-tance. I guess a good agent does whatever she has to do to get information ....

I asked her about that, Lando said. She told me that even though Shild wanted everyone to think she was his mistress, she wasnt. And from what Ive heard about that guy, he did indeed have some very odd... tastes... in partners.

Huh... Han said, mulling that one over. You say she talked about me, huh? She still cares? She cares, Lando said. If youd been a myrmin on the wall, your head would be even more swelled than it is already. He laughed shortly, and finished off his own drink, I told you, it was depressing, pal. Han smiled. Well... thanks. I owe you one for sav-ing her, Lando.

You should look her up, if you can figure how to do it, Lando said.

I might, Han said, then sobered. Lando, Im afraid I got some bad news yesterday. What? Its Mako Spince. Seems he got himself into some kind of confrontation out in the Ottega System with some NaQoit bandits. They found him, barely alive, and brought him back here. HeS in the rehab-facility in the Corellian section. Shug told me hes crippled. Wont ever walk again. Lando shook his head, his expression bleak. Oh... hey, thats terrible! Id rather be dead than crippled, I think.

Hah nodded grimly. Me too. I was thinkin... you want to go see him tomorrow? I ought to. Me and Mako go back a long ways. But... Id rather not go alone, ya know? Between the two of us, maybe we could kinda cheer him up some?

Lando shrugged. Sounds like a tall order, consider-ing the circumstances, he said. But, sure, Ill go with you. Lea.st we can do. Makos one of us. Thanks.

The next day, the two friends went to the rehab-center. Hah had only rarely been inside one, and found himself extremely ill-at-ease. After querying the clerical droid at the desk, they were directed to a room. Han and Lando hesitated outside. Lando... I aint sure Im up to this, Han confessed, in a whisper. Id rather fly a run with Imps on my tail ....

I feel the same way, Lando agreed. But I think Id feel worse if I went home without seeing him. Han nodded. Me too. Taking a deep breath, he walked into the room.

Mako Spince was lying in a special treatment bed. There was a whiff of bacta in the air, and the scars on his rugged features were mostly healed, though Hah could tell his old friend must have been a mess. The NaQoit bandits werent known for their kind hearts ....

Spinces shoulder-length hair was spread out on the white pillow. Last Hah had seen him, it had been black mixed with gray. Now it was the color of iron, dull and lank. Makos pale, ice-colored eyes were closed, but somehow Hah knew he was awake.

The Corellian hesitated, then plunged ahead. Hey, Mako! he called out, breezily, Its me, Hah! Back from the Corporate Sector. Landos here, too.

Makos pale, cold eyes opened, and he stared at his friends with no expression. He did not speak, though Hah knew he could. Makos right arm was damaged, and hed lost the use of his legs, but there was nothing wrong with his mind or his voice.

Hey, Mako, Lando said. Its good to see you alive. Sorry to hear that things got so rugged out there in the Ottega system... uh...

When Lando ran out of words, Hah jumped in. Any-thing was better than the echoing silence. Yeah, those NaQoit are scum. Uh... well, this is a tough break, all right, but, hey... dont you worry about a thing. Me and the others, we took up a collection, you know? Plenty there to get you set up with a repulsor chair. Those things scoot right around . . . youll be up and around in no time, they say. Hah finally ran out of words, and he turned to Lando, questioning with his eyes. Mako still hadnt moved or spoken.

Uh, yeah, Lando said, trying valiantly to keep up his end. Listen, Mako, is there anything you need? You just ask, and well get it. Right, Hah?

Sure, Han said. He struggled for something else to say, but words utterly failed him. Uh . . . Mako? he said. Hey, buddy...

Makos expressionless face never altered. But slowly, finally, he turned his face away from his friends, and the unspoken message was clear. Go away.

Han sighed, shrugged, then looked at Lando.

Quietly, they walked out of the room, leaving Mako Spince alone with his silence. Han got a much better welcome from Jabba the Hutt. He went to see the Desilijic leader in the kajidics headquarters on Nar Shaddaa. Jiliacs Nar Shaddaa ma-jordomo, a human woman named Dielo, looked up when he walked in, and smiled welcomingly. Captain Solo! Welcome back! Jabba instructed me to bring you in immediately.

Since Hah was used to being kept waiting when he visited Jabba, this was indeed encouraging news. When Hah walked into the huge, bare, audience chamber, he found Jabba alone. The Hurt lord undu-lated toward him, his stubby arms spread wide. Han, my boy] It wonderful to see you! You were gone too long!

For an awful second, Hah thought that Jabba actu-ally intended to hug him. The Corellian stepped back hastily, trying not to wrinkle his nose. Hed have to get used to the smell of Hutts all over again .... Hey, Jabba, Your Excellency, he said. Nice to know Ive been missed.

None of that Your Excellency, now, Hah! Jabba boomed, speaking, as usual, in Huttese, which he knew Han understood well. Were old friends, and no formalities are needed!

The Desilijic lord was practically oozing cama-raderie. Han smothered a smile. Business must be hurt-ing, he thought. Nothing like being needed, I guess .... Sure, Jabba, Hah said. So, hows business? Business... business has been a bit... slow, Jabba said. Besadii, curse them, is trying to build up a ship-ping fleet of their own to challenge Desilijics business. And the Imperials have been, unfortunately, all too ac-tive lately. Between the Imperial customs ships and the pirates, the spice business is suffering. Besadiis being their typical pain in the butt, eh? Jabbas chuckle boomed out in response to Hans wit-ticism, but, even to Hans ears, the laughter sounded a bit hollow. Han, Besadii must be dealt with. I am not sure exactly how.

Han ged at the Hutt lord. I heard the Corellian Resistance wanted Desilijic to back em in a raid on Ylesia.

Jabba didnt seem surprised that Hah had his own sources for information. The massive head nodded. We were approached by an acquaintance of yours...

Bria Tharen.

I havent seen her in ten years, Han said. I under-stand shes a Rebel leader now. She is, Jabba affirmed. And I was very interested in her proposition. However, since my aunt refused to back the Corellian resistance, I am looking for alterna-tives to bring down Besadii. We must do something. They are stockpiling the best spice, holding it back to drive up prices. Our sources indicate that their ware-houses are crammed, and they are building new ones to hold the overflow. Hall shook his head. That aint good. And Jiliac?

Hows she doin? And the baby?

Jabba grimaced. My aunt is well. Her baby is healthy.

Why the sour expression, then? Han asked.

Her attention to motherhood is admirable, I sup-pose, Han, Jabba said, but it has meant a greatly in-creased workload for me. My business interests on Tatooine are being neglected, and it is difficult to keep up with all of Desilijics concerns. The Hurt lord sighed. Hah, it is getting harder and harder these days to find the time to get everything done.

Yeah, I know what thats like, Jabba, Hah said. He shifted restlessly from foot to foot. The Hutt, who was in an unusually perceptive mood, noticed the Corellians restiveness. What is it, Han? Han shrugged. Tm okay. Sometimes I wish you had a human-style chair in this audience chamber, though. Having a conversation standing up the whole time is hard on my feet. He hesitated. Mind if I just park my rear on the floor while we chat?

Ho-ho.l Jabba chuckled. I have often thought that feet must be inconvenient things to depend on, Han my boy. I can do better than the floor. Turning with far more flexibility than Han would have given him credit for, Jabba curled his tail forward and patted it invitingly. Here. Sit, lad. Han, recognizing that Jabba was doing him a great honor, silently told his protesting nose to shut up. He walked over and sat down on the Hutts tail just as he would have a tree trunk. He smiled, though the reek was awful, this close. My feet thank you, Jabba, he said.

The Hutts laughter at such close quarters was enough to rattle Hans eardrums. Ho-ho-ho! Han, you amuse me almost as much as one of my dancing girls.

Thanks, Hah managed, wondering how soon he could decently get up and leave. Jabba was curled around so he could speak to Hah nearly face-to-face.

So, said Han. What did you think of Commander Tharen?

For a human, she seems quite intelligent and com-petent, Jabba said. Jiliac declined her proposition, but I found it of interest.

As I said, I havent seen her in years, Han said.

Howd she look?

Jabba chortled, licking his l ips. I would hire her to dance for me any day, my boy. Hah grimaced, but was careful not to let Jabba see. Uh, yeah. . . well, she might have somethin to say about that. You dont get to be a commander just on good looks.

Jabba sobered. I was impressed with her. I believe her proposition may be feasible. What was she proposing, exactly? Han asked. Jabba outlined the basics of the Corellian Resistaneek plan. Han shrugged. Theyd need some good pilots to get through that atmosphere, he said. Wonder how Brias plannin to handle that?

I do not know, Jabba said. Tell me, Han, approxi-mately how many guards did each Ylesian colony have when you were there?

Oh, it ranged from maybe a hundred to a couple hundred per colony, depending on how many slaves they had working the factories, Han said. Lotta Gamorreans, Jabba. I know you Hutts like em because theyre strong and theyll take orders, but, lets face it, as a modem fighting force, theyre pretty pathetic. Most of the males are too obsessed with using those antique weapons of theirs on each other. Their clan battles spill over into their jobs. The sows are better, smarter, clearer-thinking, but they dont hire out as mercs.

So you believe that a modem force of Rebels would have no trouble capturing those colonies. Han shook his head. It would be a piece of cake, Jabba.

The Hutt lord blinked his bulbous eyes. Hmmmmm, as usual, Han my boy, you have been valuable to me. I have a load of spice that is ready to ship. Are you and your ship ready to go back to work? Han, recognizing the implicit dismissal, stood up. He could feel the oily residue from Jabbas skin on the seat of his pants. Great, I suppose Ill have to write this pair off, he thought. Ill never get the stink mt ofem

....

Sure we are, he said. Chewie and me are ready.

The Falcon is faster than ever.

Good, good, my boy, Jabba boomed. Ill have someone contact you about the pickup this evening. Han... good to have you back.

Hah smiled. Jabba, its good to be back ....

Kibbick the Hutt stared at his cousins holo-image in consternation. What do you mean the tlanda Til have brought their mates here? he asked. Nobody told me.

Durga, leader of Besadii clan, glared. Kibbick, you wouldnt notice if there was a tlanda Til female perched on your tail! They covered their tracks well, and it was nearly a week before I found out they were gone! Do you realize what this means?

Kibbick thought hard. It means that the tlanda Til priests will be happier, more content? he ventured, finally.

Durga waved his little arms in frustration and groaned aloud. Of course theyll be happier! he shouted. But what does this mean to us? To Besadii? For once in your life, think, Kibbick? Kibbick ruminated. This means well have to ship more food in for them? he asked, finally. No! Kibbick, you idiot! Durga was in such a rage that gobbets of green goo spattered on the holovid pickup, making holes appear in his three dimensional image. It means that we have lost our most important hold over the tlanda Til, my retarded cousin! Now that we no longer have their mates here on Nal Hutta, Teroenza and his Priests could cut all ties to Besadii and Nal Hutta! Thats what it means? Kibbick drew himself up. Uncle Aruk never spoke to me like that, he said, greatly offended. He was al-ways polite. He was a better leader than you will ever be, Cousin. Durga managed to contain himself with an effort. Forgive my rash words, Cousin, he said, with a palpa-ble effort. I am a trifle... overworked... these days. I am waiting for some important news regarding my par-ents demise.

Oh. Kibbick thought about making more of an is-sue of it, but as long as Durga had stopped yelling, he was so relieved that he didnt. Well, Cousin, I can see how that would be bad. What shall we do? Youll have to have .all the female tlanda Til brought to Colony One and then ship them home to Nal Hutta, Durga said. See to it personally, Kibbick. I want you to be able to report to me that you watched them get aboard the ship and leave. I want you to use your best, most trusted pilot for the task. Send a contingent of guards, so there will be no trouble from the females on the voyage. Kibbick thought that one over for a moment. But . . . Teroenza wont like that, he said. And neither will the others.

I know that, Durga said. But the tlanda Til work for us, Kibbick. We are their masters. Thats true, Kibbick admitted. Hed been brought up ever since he reached the age of Hutt sentience that Hurts were the most superior species in the galaxy. But imagining himself giving Teroenza orders wasnt an at-tractive proposition. Teroenza was sly and tricky. He was the one who always gave the guards their orders. All Kibbick had to do when he wanted something done was tell Teroenza, and the High Priest would always do it-promptly and efficiently.

But what if he disobeyed, this time? Kibbick could picture him refusing to send his own mate back to Nal Itutta. And then what would he, Kibbick, do?

But, Cousin... what if he says no? Kibbick asked plaintively.

Then you will have to call the guards and have them take him away and lock him up until I can deal with him, Durga said. The guards will obey you, Kib-bick... wont they?

Of course they will, Kibbick said, indignantly, though privately he wondered if all of them would. Good. Thats more like it, Durga said. Relnem-ber... you are a Hutt. A natural lord of the universe. Correct?

Of course, Kibbick said, his voice a bit stronger this time. He drew himself up. I am a Hutt just as much as you are.

Durga grimaced. Thats the spirit, he encouraged. Kibbick, now is the time to take control. If you delay, the situation will only grow worse. Its possible that Teroenza is actually planning a revolt against Besadii. Has that occurred to you?

It hadnt. Kibbick blinked. A revolt? You mean... a real one? With troops, and shooting? Thats exactly what I mean, Durga said. And in a revolt, who is the first to go? The leader, Kibbick said, his mind racing.

Right. Very good. Now do you see why you must take control before Teroenza can make his plans? While you still have the upper hand?

Kibbick was feeling threatened now, and he didnt like that. He realized that following Durgas advice and taking control back from the High Priest was definitely his best course. Ill do it, he said, firmly. Ill tell him what to do, and make sure he obeys me. If he refilses to obey me, Ill have the guards take care of him. Now thats the spirit! Durga said, approvingly. Good! You sound like a true Besadii now! Call me and tell me as soon as the female tlanda Til are on their way home!

I will, Cousin] Kibbick said, and cut the transmis-sion.

Kibbick promised himself that hed take care of this matter right now. Before he could lose the pumped-up feeling of Hutt superiority. The Hutt lord didnt bother with his repulsor sled, but immediately undulated his way through the Administration Building of Colony One to Teroenzas office. He didnt bother activating the door signal, just barged right in.

Teroenza wag in his working sling, at his datapad. He looked up in surprise as the Hutt came undulating his way into his office.

Kibbick! he exclaimed. What is going on?

Lord Kibbick to you, High Priest! Kibbick said. We have to talk! I just spoke with my cousin Durga, and he tells me that you have brought your female tlanda Til here in secret! Durga is most upset!

The female tlanda Til? Teroenza blinked as though he hadnt the faintest notion what Kibbick was talking about. Where did he get that idea, Your Excellency?

Dont try that with me, Kibbick said. They are here, and Durga knows it. He has instructed me to tell you that they must return to Nal Hutta on the next ship. Summon the guards and have the mates brought here to Colony One for shipment off 1esia. Do it now.

Teroenza settled back into his sling, his expression thoughtful. Other than that, the High Priest didnt move.

Did you hear me, Priest? Kibbick was feeling al-most intoxicated with righteous anger. He drew himself up. Obey, or I shall summon the guards!

Slowly, the High Priest drew himself out of the sling. Kibbick inwardly drew a breath of relief. But Teroenza made no move toward the intercom. Hurry up! the Hutt lord blustered. Or I shall summon the guards to take you away, and then I shall deal with the females myselfl No, Teroenzas voice was fiat and quiet.

No... what? Kibbick was incredulous. No one in his life had ever refused a direct order from a Hutt overlord.

No. I wont do it, Teroenza said. Im tired of tak-ing orders from an idiot. Farewell, Kibbick. How dare you? Ill have you executed! Farewell? Kibbick was completely befuddled. Are you saying youre quitting? Leaving?

No, Im not leaving, Teroenz2t said, in that quiet tone. You are. His powerful hindquarters twitched, his thin, whip-like tail lashed the air, and suddenly he lowered his head and came at Kibbick with a bellow of rage.

The Hutt lord was so taken aback that he didnt even have time to dodge. Teroenzas horn slammed into his chest. The horn wasnt terribly sharp, but so power-ful was the force of the High Priest charge that it penetrated for nearly its full meter-long length.

The pain was agonizing! Kibbick roared in mingled terror and pain and beat at the tlanda Til with his little arms. He tried to swing his tail around to deal a crush-ing, killing blow, but the room was too confined. Dimly, Kibbick felt the tlanda Til hands shove hard against the solid wall of flesh that was his massive chest, then Teroenza horn, covered with Hutt blood and ichor, yanked free. Purposefully, Teroenza began backing away.

Wheezing, choking, Kibbick tried to back up, too, but his back end jammed into the wall. He tried to turn and escape.

Teroenza slammed into his chest again.

And again...

And yet again...

Kibbick was gushing blood now from his multiple wounds. None were life-threatening in and of them-selves. A Hutts vital organs were buried too deep within their bodies to be easily pierced... part of the reason for the old legend that Hutts were immune to blaster fire. They werent . . . but a blaster bolt that would fry most beings instantly frequently would not hit anything vital on a Hutt, leaving them free to crush their attacker before he, she or it could get off a sec-ond shot. Kibbick tried to shout for help, but all that emerged was a gurgle. One of the blows had punctured a breath-ing sac. He struggled to pull himself toward the inter-com to summon help. Teroenza rammed him yet again. This time the force of the tlanda Til blow, along with Kibbick growing weakness, caused the Hutt lord to roll over on his side, helpless.

Kibbick vision was clouding over, but he could still see enough to recognize what Teroenza was withdraw-ing from a desk drawer. A blaster.

The Hutt lord struggled one more time to rise, to fight back, to summon help, but he was too weak, and the pain too great. Darkness was hovering, closing over his vision. Kibbick struggled against it, but it closed over him like black water at midnight ....

With cold precision, Teroenza aimed the blaster and used it to widen and disguise the wounds on the dying Kibbick. He shot again and again, until the massive body was a scorched horror, and the final jerks and con-vulsions were long over.

Finally he stopped, breathing hard. Idiot . . . he muttered, in his own language, and went off to wash his horn.

While he was cleaning himself up, the tlanda Til de-cided on the best course. A terrorist attack, of course. Hed say it was that Tharen woman and her troops. No one would dare dispute his word. Hed have the guards on duty executed, claiming theyd been bought off and were in on the assassination .... Just the other day hed closed the deal to purchase a turbolaser. Hed use this as an excuse to set it up in the courtyard ....

He knew hed need more guards, more weaponry.

Should he contact Jiliac?

No! Teroenza shook his massive head, drops of water flying from his horn. He had had enough of Hutts-he was through with them! He, Teroenza, was now m of Ylesia! And soon... soon... everyone would know it. Just a few more weeks to consolidate his power. Hed stop paying Besadii, and use the credits to buy weapons.

Satisfied with his plan, Teroenza, High Priest of Yle-sia, left his office and the massive mound of dead Hutt, and went looking for some guards to execute ....

Durga the Hutt stared at the screen of his datapad and rejoiced. At last! Black Sun, in the person of Guri, Xizors personal assistant, had just provided him with conclusive proof that Jiliac the Hutt, most likely abetted by her nephew, Jabba, had planned Aruks murder-and Teroenza had carried it out. Black Suns evidence was mostly in the form of records of purchases and payments that proved Jiliacs link to the Malkite Poisoners. The Desilijic leader had purchased enough X-1 from them to bankrupt a medium-sized colony. And that X-1 had then been shipped straight to Teroenza. There were also records of items that Jiliac had purchased and sent to the High Priest, valuable items that were now part of the tlanda Tils collection.

So I would not realize he was paid off Durga thought. Teroenza thought he could hide his pay by taking items fir his collection. The Hutt leader noted that most of those items were not only valuable, but in demand. Should Teroenza ever wish to sell them, he could readily exchange them for many credits on the antiquities black market.

Durga noted with interest that Teroenza had re-cently done exactly that, and with the proceeds from severa] of these sales, had purchased a used turbolaser. He is obviously preparing for a defense of Ylesia, Durga realized. Any time now, he is likely to declare his independence .... Durga first impulse was to have Teroenza dragged back to Nal Hutta in restraints, but, with an effort, he made himself think out all the ramifications of such an action. The Sacredots, or Under-Priests, would be furi-ous with Besadii on behalf of their leader. Teroenza was popular... especially now that hed managed to have their mates brought to Ylesia.

If Durga had Teroenza dragged way, the Sacredots might refuse to perform the Exultation for the Pilgrims. And without the Priests to give them their daily dose of euphoria, the Pilgrims might refuse to work-they might even revolt! Either way, losing the Priests would be disastrous for production in the spice factories.

Regretfully, Durga realized that before he could have his revenge upon Teroenza, hed have to make some preparations. Find a new Hutt overlord for Ylesia, and a popular, charismatic tlanda Til to act as High Priest. The new High Priest who would announce bonuses for all the loyal tlanda Til. And, on second thought, perhaps it would be best to leave the tlanda Tils mates on Ylesia... at least for the time being. All of that would probably take a week to accore-plish. And until the Besadii ship carrying the new High Priest had landed on Ylesia, Durga couldnt let Teroenza know that he was being replaced. Besadii couldnt take the chance of precipitating a revolt until they had the troops in place to deal with it. Durga decided to move cautiously . . keep Teroenza in ignorance until the last moment. Or, if Kibbick had been forced to have the High Priest ar-rested, theyd have to cover up Teroenzas absence. Perhaps a sudden illness on the part of the High Priest would be sufficient?

Could Teroenza mate, Tilenna, be coerced into act-ing as the Besadii mouthpiece in her spouses stead? In exchange for her own life? And a generous settlement?

Durga considered, and decided that she probably could. Tlanda Til were a practical people .... It was also possible that Teroenza could still be con-trolled . . . but it was hard to imagine Kibbick having the wherewithal to do it. Durga would probably have to handle everything himself. Or he might send Zier to at-tend to it ....

Durga wondered how Kibbick had fared in his con-versation with Teroenza yesterday. His cousin hadnt called back as hed promised to, but that didnt mean anything. Kibbicks attention span was short, and he for-got promises.

A flashing light attracted Durga attention, and he saw that his comm system was signaling an incoming message. The Hutt leader accepted the call, and watched as the image of Teroenza coalesced-almost as if Durga thinking about him had conjured him up out of thin air.

The High Priest bowed low to his Hutt overlord, but Durga didnt miss the flash of something-something akin to smugness-in his protuberant eyes. Your Ex-cellency, Lord Durga, the High Priest intoned. I bring most distressing news. You must brace yourself, my Lord.

Durga glared at the image. Yes? he said.

There was a terrorist attack here early this morning,

just after dawn, Teroenza said, wringing his little hands

in distress. It was that Bria Tharen and her band of

Corellian Resistance fighters. Red Hand Squadron,

they call themselves. They stormed the Administration

Building, firing wildly. I regret to tell you that your

cousin, Lord Kibbick,

killed.

Kibbick is dead?

hadnt really expected

control of Ylesia away

expected Kibbick to be

was caught in their fire, and

Durga was taken aback. He

his cousin to be able to wrest

from Teroenza, but hed never

killed.

Or, more accurately, murdered.

Durga knew Teroenzas story about Bria Tharen was a lie. His sources had assured him that Red Hand Squadron was clear on the other side of the Outer Rim, and that theyd hit an Imperial outpost just yesterday. No ship in the universe could have reached Ylesia by dawn. So Teroenza was lying .... However, the High Priest had no way of knowing that Durga knew he was lying. Durga considered how best he could use this informa-tion to his advantage. As he did so, he put a hand up to his eyes, and bowed his head, feigning a grief he didnt feel. Kibbick had been an idiot, and the universe was well-rid of him.

But Teroenza has sealed his own death warrant by this, Durga thought. As soon as I embark for Ylesia with his successor, he is a dead tlanda Til ....

In a hushed voice, Durga gave Teroenza instructions regarding how he wanted the body to be shipped home. It is plain, Durga concluded, that we must get you better guards there on Ylesia. These Rebels must not be allowed to raid with impunity.

Teroenza bowed again. I agree, Your Excellency.

Thank you for saying you will send us help.

It is the least I can do, under the circumstances, Durga said, forcing himself to keep sarcasm from per-meating his tones. Can you manage for a few days without a Hutt overlord? I can, Teroenza said. I shall exert every effort to make sure business runs as smoothly as ever. Thank you, Teroenza, Durga said, and cut the transmission.

He then spent several minutes giving Zier instruc-tions on how to find a replacement for Teroenza. Fortu-nately, Zier was a capable administrator, able to follow orders. Then, and only then, did Durga turn to the figure who had been standing in his office, patiently waiting, while he attended to business.

Forgive me, Lady Guri, Durga said, inclining his head to the lovely young human female. I nearly forgot you were there. Most humans are incapable of waiting so patiently. They fidget. Guri bowed slightly in turn. I was specially trained, Your Excellency. Prince Xizor does not like fidgeting in his subordinates.

Indeed, Durga said. As you can see, I have re-viewed the information you brought, and it confirms my suspicions. Also, as you have seen, my revenge upon Teroenza must wait for a more... suitable... time. But I int end to confront Jiliac immediately and challenge her to single combat under the Old Law. The Old Law? It is seldom invoked these days, but it is an ancient Hutt custom that, given sufficient provocation, one Hutt clan leader may challenge another to single com-bat without legal repercussions. The victor is presumed to be in the right.

I understand, Your Excellency. Prince Xizor in-formed me that this was likely to be your reaction, as befits an honorable Hutt. He instructed me to accom-pany you, and to do everything in my power to facilitate your search for justice.

Durga stared at her, wondering what one slightly built human female could expect to accomplish against either Hutts or hordes of Desilijic guards. You would go as my bodyguard? But... Guri smiled slightly. I am Prince Xizors primary bodyguard, Your Excellency. I assure you that I can pro-tect you from Jiliacs guards.

Durga was tempted to say more, but something about Guris demeanor stopped him. He knew she was Xizor primary aide. It made sense that she would also be an accomplished assassin. She must have abilities that werent readily apparent. Certainly her manner was nothing but confident. Very well, Durga said. Let us go.

They boarded Durga shuttle, and the trip to the Desilijic enclave took less than an hour by suborbital flight.

They landed on the island that contained Jiliac Win-ter Palace, and was the current home of the Desilijic clan. Durga, with Guri at his side, carrying a large box, slithered toward the entrance. Durga Besadii Tai to see Jiliac Desilijic Tiron. I bring a gift and request a pri-vate audience. The guards scanned both visitors and verified that they were unarmed. After a quick call, they were waved into the palace. The majordomo, a RodJan named Dorzo, accompanied them to the huge, almost bare, au-dience chamber, then stepped inside, bowing. Lord Durga of Clan Besadii, he announced. Through the portal, Durga could see Jiliac doing some kind of work at a datapad. At the sight of his enemy, rage flooded the young Hutts body. He quiv-ered with blood lust. Jiliac deliberately kept them waiting for nearly ten minutes. Durga tried to emulate Guri stillness. She really was a most unusual human, he decided.

Finally, Jiliac nodded at Dorzo, then the Rodian bowed to the visitors and proclaimed, Her Supreme Excellency Jiliac, Leader of the Clan Desilijic and pro-tector of the Righteous, will see you now. Durga started forward, with Guri pacing gravely beside him. When they reached Jiliac, the huge Hutt matron did not speak. Since, by custom, Durga could not speak until spoken to, because he was the visitor, again they waited.

Finally Jiliac massive bulk shifted. Greetings to Besadii, she said. You have brought a gift, and that is fitting. You may present it to me.

Durga nodded at Guri, and the human advanced On the Desilijic leader and laid the box before her, as the Desilijic leader hovered on her repulsor sled.

The younger Hutt waved at the box. A gift for your Exaltedness. A token of Besadiis esteem and our hopes for your future, O Jiliac.

We shall see ....rumbled Jiliac. She tore at the wrappings, and then drew forth a large, very valuable piece of a. It was a death-mask from the islands of the remote world of Langoona. The natives carved these death-masks and decorated them with semiprecious gems and inlays of silver, gold, platinum and iridescent shell-casings from their warm seas.

Jiliac turned the mask around in her tiny hands, and at first Durga thought she did not recognize its signifi-cance. The Besadii leader spared a glance to Guri, and, as they had agreed upon, the woman turned and headed for the exit. She would wait there for him, and make sure he was not disturbed. Durga turned his attention back to Jiliac, ready to enlighten her as to exactly what her gift meant, then he saw her entire huge body begin to tremble.

She glared at Durga. A death-mask from Lan-goona! Jiliac bellowed. And you call this a fitting gift? With a powerful swing of her small arm, Jiliac tossed the piece of art into the air, then used her tail to bat it clear across the audience chamber. Striking the wall, it shattered, raining down in pieces. I call it entirely fitting, Jiliac, Durga gave no ground. He recited the formal words. Today I, Durga Besadii Tai, discovered that you killed Aruk, my parent. I challenge you under the Old Law. Prepare to die. Jiliac bellowed in rage and swung herself off her sled. You are the one who will die, upstart! she growled, and sent her flexible tail swooping up and around.

Durga dodged, but not quickly enough. The tail slapped his back, bruising him, almost knocking his wind out. With all his strength, Durga launched himself toward Jiliac, butting her as hard as he could with his chest.

Jiliac was nearly twice Durgas size. She was a middle-aged Hurt who was reaching the corpulent stage. Durga had one advantage-his youth gave him speed. But if she caught him with her full weight, even once, the battle would be over, and he knew it.

Bellowing like two prehistoric leviathans, the two Hutts slammed at each other, sometimes hitting, often missing. They hurled themselves against each others chests, wrestling with their undersized arms, as they sent their tails slamming into everything nearby.

Dorzo had long ago taken to his heels and gotten well out of range.

Kill... kill... KILLKILLKILL!! Durgas mind shrieked at him. He was consumed with rage. Jiliac slammed him with her tail, nearly sending him rolling over, then launched herself at him with a roar. Durga barely managed to wriggle out of the way before he could be Crushed beneath her massive midsection. The younger Hutt dealt her a hard slap across the side of her head that sent her reeling. She came back at him with a tail-slap that missed, making the entire room shake.

At first, Jiliac howled curses and threats, but within a few minutes, she began panting too heavily, and saved her breath for battle. The Desilijic sedentary lifestyle was catching up with her.... If I can just outleast her... Durga thought, and real-ized that was a very big if.... Han Solo had been going over shipping manifests for the mines on Kessel with Jabba when he, Chewie and Jabba all heard a loud thud, followed by a bellow, then another series of thuds and muffled crashing sounds. Human, Wookiee and Hutt looked at each other, star-tied. What that? Han wondered. My aunt must be having one of her temper tan-trums, Jabba said.

Nearly a decade ago Han had witnessed one of Jiliac notorious tantrums, so he had no trouble believ-ing that. He started to go back to work, when two bel-lows reached his ears. One right after another-in two different voices.

Jabba reared up in alarm. Come on!

Han and Chexvie jogged beside the Hutt as Jabba led them toward the sounds. He was amazed at how quickly Hutts could move when motivated.

When they reached Jiliacs audience chamber, a beautiful young blond woman was standing in the doorway. Hah looked over her shoulder, and saw Jiliac locked in mortal combat with a much smaller Hurt. The newcomer had a disfiguring birthmark that spread over his eye and down his face. The two creatures were bel-lowing and straining as they butted their massive chests together. As Hah, Chewie and Jabba approached, the woman shook her head and put up a hand to halt their progress. No, she said. Do not interfere. Durga has challenged Clan Leader to Clan Leader, under the Old Law.

To Hans surprise, Jabba did not bat the woman out of his way and go to his aunt aid. Instead he inclined his head in the Hutt equivalent of a bow. You must be Guri, he said. Yes, Your Excellency, she replied.

Just then a group of guards came stampeding up the corridor, force-pikes ready. Jabba whirled to block their way. The Gamorreans blinked at him in dull surprise. My aunt is having one of her temper fits, he said. You are not needed.

The leader of the guards looked doubtful, but Jabba did not move, and he could not see for himself what was going on. He hesitated, his porcine snout quivering with the urge to fight. I said, you are dismissed! Jabba bellowed, waving his arms at the guards. They turned, grunting and snort-ing, and went trotting back down the hall.

Han glanced into the audience chamber and saw Jiliac bring her tail down with stunning force. The smaller Hutt barely managed to dodge out of the way in time. The Corellian looked at Jabba. You dont want to stop it? Chewbacca echoed Hang question.

Jabba blinked at them, his bulbous eyes full of cun-ning. Durga is the leader of Besadii clan, he said. Whichever of them wins, I win.

But... Hah stammered, I... I thought you were fond of your aunt.

Jabba looked at him as though he were a retarded Gamorrean child. I am, Han, he said, gently. But this is business.

Hah nodded and glanced at Chewie. He shrugged.

Sure. Business.

And, Hah?

Yes, Jabba?

The Hutt leader waved Han away. This is no place for a human, lad. Wait for me at my palace. I will join you later.

No place for a human? Hah wanted to say, but what about her? He glanced at the beautiful woman, and their eyes met. Han stared at her for a long second, and realized that there was something not right about this woman Jabba called Guri. She was perfect, but, after looking into her eyes, Han realized that all his instincts were telling him to give her a wide berth. He would no more have put his arms around her than he would have cuddled a deadly viper.

Uh, yeah, he said. Later, Jabba. Cmon, Chewie.

Turning, Hah and the Wookiee hurried away without looking back.

Durga was getting desperate. Despite his best efforts to wear Jiliac down, exhaust her, the older Hutt was still fighting with grim purpose. She was much stronger and heavier than he was, and if just one of her blows landed full-on, Durga knew hed be little more than a grease spot on the floor. They rammed each other for the umpteenth time, their chests crashing together with such force that Durga cried out. He was bruised over every centimeter of his body-he felt like a piece of dough, pounded and rolled out to make fiatbread.

The long fight had taken them clear around the huge chamber, as the smashed furnishings and the holes in the walls testified. Durga suddenly realized they were approaching Jiliacg sled. She must have realized it, too, for suddenly she disengaged, and, wheeling around, she glided toward the repulsor sled at her fastest speed, wheezing and sobbing for breath.

Durga was right behind her, overhauling her. It was obvious to him that Jiliae intended to mount the sled, then use it as a battering ram against him. If she got atop it, he was finished!

He caught up to Jiliac, heading for the controls, only to gasp and dodge as the Desilijic leader swept her tail in a hard are under the sled, aiming for his face.

Durga reacted without conscious thought. Rolling forward onto his chest, bracing himself on his hands, he flipped his tail up over the top of his head. Aiming care-fully, he aimed the tip-end of his tail on the way down, sending it slamming into the Power On button on the sled, depressing it. The repulsor sled fell like a stone, straight down onto Jiliaes tail, pinning it firmly. Jiliac screeched with pain, struggling to yank her tail free. As he rolled back upright, Durga realized that she wasnt going to manage that. Wriggling backward, he positioned himself, then brought his tail down on Jiliacs head with all his strength.

The Desilijic leader screamed.

Durga slammed into her head again. And again... It took five hard blows to drive Jiliac into uncon-sciousness. Die! he thought, walloping sodden flesh. Die! he bellowed. DIE!

He wasnt sure when she died, actually. At some point Durga became aware he was pounding mindlessly on what was now a bloody, crushed ruin of flesh and brain matter. Jiliacs eyes were smashed holes, and her slimy tongue lolled from her mouth.

Durga forced himself to halt, to look around. At the entrance to the room, Guri stood beside Jabba. Some-how Xizor assassin had prevented the guards-and Jabba-from entering. Whatever the young woman was, she was more than she seemed, Durga decided, his mind dull with exhaustion. Moving as though he were nine hundred years old, Durga managed to haul himself onto Jiliac sled and ac-tivate it. He was too tired to even wriggle across the room. He barely had the strength and mental where-withal to guide the sled.

He glided across the audience chamber, leaving the dead Jiliac sprawled in his wake. When Durga reached the entrance, he paused to confront Jabba. The Besadii figured that at the best of times, he might be evenly matched with Jabba. At the moment... there was no way. Guri stepped forward to bow slightly, respectfully. Congratulations on the successful outcome of your challenge, Your Excellency.

Durga turned to regard the woman. Guri. You are Prince Xizor assassin, correct? I serve the Prince in whatever capacity I may, she said, composedly. Could you kill a Hutt? Durga asked.

Most certainly, she replied.

Then... kill Jabba, Durga said.

Guri shook her head slightly. No, Your Excellency. My orders were to help you effect your revenge against Jiliac. That is accomplished. We will leave now.

Durga made an abortive move toward Jabba, only to have Xizors assistant step between them, her unspoken message very clear. We will leave now, she repeated.

Jabba moved aside to let them pass as Guri swung herself up nimbly onto Jiliacs repulsor sled. Hearing the pound of running feet, Durga saw guards running toward them, but Jabba stopped them in their tracks with a raised hand.

I dismissed you earlier! he said. Now leave!

The guards obeyed with alacrity.

Jabba looked at Guri. I did not want to lose them.

They are an effective defense against most invaders.

Guri nodded, and sent the sled gliding away. Durga glared balefully at Jabba, but the last of his strength was gone. He could only slump atop the sled, too exhausted even to savor his victory.... Jabba slowly approached his aunts massive corpse. He could scarcely believe she was dead, and he knew he would miss her. But, as hed told Han Solo, this was business. For the good of Desilijic as well as his own ....

The sight of the ruined, shapeless head actually had the power to turn his stomach. Jabba knew he wouldnt be hungry for a while.

He considered for a moment, wondering what should be his first actions, now that he was the undis-puted leader of Desilijic. Hed likely be summoned to appear before the Hutt Grand Council, but once theyd heard that this was a Clan Leader Challenge under the Old Law, there would be little they could say.

And, if asked, Jabba would tell them Jiliac had in-deed caused Aruk to be poisoned .... Without warning, Jiliac moved.

Startled, Jabba jerked upright, incredulous. She coming back to life/ Shell be angry/ No! His hearts thudded wildly in shock. What could be happening? There was no doubt his aunt was dead, no doubt at all-The massive corpse moved again, and then Jiliacs baby slithered out of her abdominal pouch. Jabba re-laxed. I should have realized, he thought, embarrassed by his momentary superstitious fear. The little grub-like creature scooted forward, waving its little stubs, gurgling mindlessly. Jabba stared at it malevolently. He knew he would be confirmed leader of Desilijic no matter what, but why leave any loose ends?

Slowly, purposefully, he slithered toward his aunts helpless offspring .... The day after Durga defeated Jiliac, the Besadii leader was so stiff and sore that he could barely move. However, he managed to conceal his pain when Teroenza called him, telling him that Kibbicks body had been shipped home, per Durgas orders.

Your Excellency, the High Priest said, I need more guards, and therefore I have taken the liberty of hiring some, at my own expense. It is my hope that Be-sadii will reimburse me, but I must have additional pro-tection. These Rebel raids cannot be countenanced.

I understand, Durga said. I will attempt to get more guards.

Thank you, Your Excellency.

When he cut the connection, Durga turned to Guri, who had just been taking her leave of him. He is get-ting ready to make his move, Durga said. He is preparing to make his break with Besadii. Guri nodded. I beheve you are correct, Lord Durga.

Since the Ylesian troops may well be loyal to Teroenza, Durga said, I need some way to keep the High Priest in line until I can replace him. Thus I have a request for your master, Prince Xizor. Yes, Lord Durga?

I ask you to convey to him my request that he grant me some military aid. If he would send troops to Ylesia, that would ease the transition-allow me to get rid of Teroenza, while keeping the Sacredots and Pilgrims content. I know that the prince has extensive resources and several mercenary units at his command. With an effective, modern fighting force on the planet, there is no way that Teroenzas guards would dare mount an armed challenge. He faced her squarely, despite the pain of his bruised body. Will you ask him for me, Guri? Explain the situation?

I will, Guri said. However, His Highness rarely dispatches troops except to protect his own interests. I know that, Durga said dolefully. He didnt like what he was about to say, but better this than to lose everything. In return for his support, tell your prince that I will offer him a percentage of this years Ylesian profits.

Guri nodded. I will convey your proposition, Lord Durga. You will be hearing from His Highness. She bowed slightly. And now . . . I take my leave of you, Your Excellency. Durga nodded as well as he could with his aching, stiff neck. Farewell, Guri. Farewell, Lord Durga.

Bria Tharen was working in her office aboard her Marauder corvette, Retribution, when Jace Paol ap-peared on the holocomm. Commander, we have an in-coming message for you, your private code, on a verdi secure channel.

HQ? she said.

No, Commander. This is a civ transmission.

She raised her eyebrows in surprise. Really? Not many outsiders had her private code. A few of the Intel-ligence operatives-Barid Mesoriaam and others of his ilk-but they would hardly contact her this directly. Well... patch it through to me here, please.

Moments later, a small image formed atop her comm unit.

Bria stared in surprise. A Hutt? The only Hutt who had her private code was Jabba, so this must be he... though Hutts looked alike to her, especially in a fuzzy holo-message. She spoke to the image. Jabba? Is that you, Your Excellency?

It is I, Commander Tharen, the Hutt replied.

Yes... well... to what do I owe the pleasure of this call, Your Excellency? The Hutt leader inclined his head slightly. Com-mander Tharen, I ask that you come to Nal Hutta im-mediately. I am now the leader of Clan Desilijic, since my aunts unfortunate demise. We must talk. Bria caught her breath. It had been only a month since her interview with Desilijic. And now Jiliac was dead?

She decided she didnt want to know. Bowing her head respectfully, she said, I will come immediately, Your Excellency. I take it you wish to re-open our nego-tiation regarding the Ylesian enterprise? Yes, said Jabba. I have begun placing operatives on Ylesia to take care of the tlanda Til. I am ready to proceed with the Ylesian raid. It is time to put an end to Besadii economic tyranny. Ill be there in two days, Bria promised.

Five days after Jiliacs death, Han Solo and Chewbacca visited Hans favorite tavern in the Corellian section of Nar Shaddaa. The Blue Light didnt serve food, only liquor, and it was just a little hole in the wall, but Han liked the place. There were holo-posters on the wall that depicted famous landmarks on Cor eIlia. And the management served Han favorite brand of Alder-aanian ale. The bartender, Mich Flenn, was an aging Corellian who had been a smuggler until hed accrued enough credits to buy the bar. Han enjoyed hearing his yarns about the old days, though he had to take everything the old geezer said with a big grain of salt. After all, who ever heard of sentients with strange powers who could leap ten meters into the air and turn somersaults, or project blue lightning from their fingertips?

Han and Chewie stopped by there most evenings. This particular one, they were standing at the bar, side by side, sipping their drinks, listening to another of Michk tall tales. The Corellian was dimly aware that someone came in during the story and stood beside him, but he did not turn to glance at the newcomer. Michk tale was a long one, wilder than ever, about a sentient tree that had once been a powerful sorcerer, and a race of beings who transferred their essence into battle-droids in order to become the perfect fighting force.

Finally Mich ran down, and Han shook his head. Mich, that was a real doozy. You oughta write all the stories down and sell era to the tridee producers. Theyre always lookin for crazy stuff like that for their shows.

Chewie voiced an emphatic agreement.

Mich grinned at Han, then began polishing a glass industriously and addressed the newcomer. And what will you have, pretty lady?

Han reflexively glanced to his right to see the person Mich was addressing-and froze, startled. B ria !

At first he told himself he was seeing things, that it was just a chance resemblance, then lie heard her speak in that low, slightly husky voice he remembered. Just some Vishay water, please, Mich. Itk her. Bria. Itk really her.

Slowly she turned her head, and their gazes locked. Hank heart was hammering, though he was pretty sure his face was under control. All those sabacc games had taught him something. She hesitated, then said, Hi, Han.

He wet his lips. iHi, Bria. He stared at her, then a sudden movement from Chewie made him remember his paner. And this is Chewbacca, my partner.

Greetings, Chewbacca, she said carefully, speaking in almost passable Wookiee-obviously shed been coached by Ralrracheen. I am honored to meet you.

The Wookiee voiced an uncertain greeting, obviously wondering what was going on. Uh, Han said, long time no see.

She nodded gravely at the ridiculous understatement. I came to see you, she said. Could we sit down and talk for a minute?

Hank emotions were mixed, to say the least. Part of

him wanted to take her in his arms and kiss her until

she was breathless, another part wanted to shake her

while screaming curses and accusations at her. Still another part wanted to just turn around and walk away, prove to her that she meant nothing to him-nothing

But he found himself nodding. Sure. As tie moved to pick up his mug, Chewie laid a hand on his arm, and growled softly at him.

Hah gazed up at his partner, grateful for Chew-baccak sensitivity. He would rather talk to Bria by him-self. Okay, pal. Ill see you at home, later on.

Chewie gave Bria a nod, then left the Blue Light. Picking up his mug of ale, Hah led the way to a booth in the rear of the dimly lit, nearly empty bar.

Watching Bria approach and then slide in opposite him, he got a good look at her for the first time. She was wearing tan fatigues, military in style, though they bore no insignia or indications of rank. Her hair was pulled up and slicked back in a severe style. Han couldnt de-cide whether it was cropped short, or just worn in a tight bun.

She wore no jewelry. A well-worn BlasTech DL-18 (Hans own weapon of choice was the heavier BlasTeeh DL-44) in a tie-down holster rode her right thigh, low down, the way he liked to wear his own. Her gunbelt was studded with extra power paks and bore a vibro-blade in a sheath. From the slight bulge in the top of her boot, Hah was willing to bet she had an auxiliary weapon cached there. As she sat there, regarding him, Han struggled to find words, but all he could do was look at her, hardly able to believe she was actually there, that this wasnt some dream-or nightmare. She was staring at him, too, her eyes searching his features. Bria started to speak, stammered, and then took a deep breath. Im sorry, she said. For staling you. I should have said something, but my mind went blank. There didnt seem to be anything I could say. You came here looking for me? Hah asked. Yes. When I saw your friend last month, he said this was one of your favorite hangouts. I... I took a chance youd be here tonight.

Youre here on Nar Shaddaa on business?

Yes. Staying in those rooms above the Smugglers Rest. She smiled wryly. Its even sleazier than that place we stayed that night on Coruscant.

ttans dazed brain was slowly beginning to function again, and his anger was building. He remembered that sleazy little hotel on Coruscant. That had been their last night together. He remembered falling asleep . . . and he remembered waking up alone, abandoned.

Suddenly his hand shot out, and he grabbed her wrist tightly, feeling the shock of touching her flesh throughout his body. Her slender bones felt so delicate in his hand... as though he could just snap them. And he was almost angry enough to try. Why? he said. Why, Bria? You think you can just walk back up to me a decade later? You gotta lot of nerve!

She stared at him, her eyes narrowing. Hah, let go of me.

No, he gritted. Im not lettin you go running off and leaving me with no answers this time!

Hah wasnt sure exactly what she did-some un-armed combat trick, but there was a sudden twist, a jab in a nerve, and abruptly her hand was free, and his own was throbbing. He looked down at it, feeling his eyes widen, and then back up at her. Youve changed, he said. You have really changed. He wasnt sure whether it was a compliment or an accusation.

I had to change-or die, she said, flatly. And dont worry, Im not going to jump up and run away. I need to talk to you, and thatg exactly what Im going to do. If youll listen. He nodded, grudgingly. Okay. Im listening.

First of all, let me tell you that Im sorry for the way I left you. Im sorry about a lot of things in my life, but thats the one I regret most, she said. But I had to do it. Otherwise youd have never made it through the Academy.

Fat lot of good it did me, Hah said, bitterly. I got cashiered less than a year after getting my commission. Cashiered and blacklisted.

For rescuing a Wookiee slave, she said, and smiled at him-a smile that made his heart lurch. I was so proud when I found that out, Hah.

Han wanted to smile back, but the anger was still in control, and he found himself saying, I dont want you to be proud of me. I owe you nothin, sister. I did it all on my own. He could tell that gibe hurt her. Color stained her cheeks, and her eyes flashed, then, for a moment, it al-most seemed as though she were lighting back tears. Then her face was under control again, cold and chis-eled. I know that, she said quietly. But I was still proud.

I hear you got a real thing for Wookiees yourself, Han said, and the edge in his voice was sharp enough to draw blood. Or so Katarra and Ralera told me.

You were there? On Kashyyyk? She smiled. I helped to organize the Resistance group there. Yeah, I hear youre some kinda officer in the Corel-lian Resistance, Han said. Im a commander, she confirmed, quietly.

Hah slanted her a look. Well, now, that impressive, aint it? For a scared kid whod never fired a blaster, youve come a long way, Bria.

I just did what I had to along the way, she said. Promotions come fast in the Resistance. You should think about joining up, Hah.

It was said lightly, but some nuance in her tone told Han she wasnt kidding. No thanks, sister, he said. Ive seen the Imp forces up close and personal. No way your Rebellionis got a chance against them. She shrugged. We have to try. Otherwise the Em-peror is going to swallow us all whole. HeS evil, Han. I think he engineered that whole business with the Battle of Nar Shaddaa just to get rid of Sam Shild. Oh, yeah, Hah said. Good old Sam Shild, Dar-ling Shild, wasnt it? You made such a cute couple. She winced at the sarcasm. As I explained to Lando, that wasnt what it looked like. It looked pretty bad, Bria, Han said. Not one of my better days, you know? To see you there, cooing at him...

Her lips tightened. I was on assignment. I know how it looked, but Shild wasnt interested in me that way. I was lucky. But Ive done things for tile Resistance I didnt much like... and Ill do them again if I have to. Whatever it takes.

Han was mulling over what shed said. You really think the whole invasion of Hutt space was something the Emperor engineered? But Shild did it! How is that possible?

I was with him, Han, and something very strange was going on, believe me, Bria said. Shild changed, Han. It was scary. Between one month and the next, he became a different man. Suddenly he was plotting to take over Hutt space, and started talking about over-throwing the Emperor. Han shook his head. Thats crazy.

I know. I cant account for it, except... she hesi-tated. If I tell you, youll think Im losing it. What? Tell me. She took a deep breath. They say the Emperor has . . . abilities. That he can influence people to do things. Some kind of mental influence. Like mind-reading?

I dont know, she said. Maybe. I know it souncks impossible, but that the only explanation I can come up with that makes sense. Shild was popular and ambitious and corrupt, and he posed a threat to the consolidation of power. So the Emperor just . . . encouraged . . . Shild ambition until he destroyed himself with that as-sault on Nal Hutta.

Han frowned. Wha t about Greelanx? How did he figure into the plan? And who killed him? I kept expect-ing thein to pin it on me, but they just hushed it up. I never heard anything about it on the news. Han re-pressed a shudder at the memory of standing in that locked room next to Greelanxs office and listening to that loud, uncanny breathing, that heavy, ominous tread .... Bria leaned forward, and, unconsciously, Han did too. Her voice dropped to a whisper, a bare thread of sound. They say it was... Vader.

Han was whispering too. Vader? You mean Darth Vader?

She nodded. Darth Vader. Hes the Emperors...

She hesitated, searching for a term. ... enforcer.

Han sat back. Hed heard of the guy, but hed never encountered him. Huh, he said. Well, Im just glad they didnt try and finger yours truly.

Bria nodded. Rebel intelligence later discovered that Admiral Greelanx was under Imperial orders to make the attack fail. The Hutt bribe was incidental. My guess is that it was all a set-up from the beginning, part of an hnperial plan to discredit and eliminate Shfid. And to hurt Desilijic and the smugglers. Youll notice that Besadii, who supplies the Empire with slaves, wasnt affected. Han thought it over. It still sounds crazy, but you do hear things about the Emperor. Spooky things. I always just dismissed them as people bein hysterical. He laughed shortly and took a swig of his ale. Pretty scary... if its true.

She shrugged. Neither of us will probably ever

know. But this is ancient history, now. Not what I came

to talk to you about. Han, IBrias low-voiced conversation broke off as a couple of smugglers slid into the booth opposite theirs. Hah looked around. Place is filling up, he said. Want to get outta here? She nodded. Han followed her out onto the street, and they walked briskly, without talking, until they were on a quieter side street. The glidewalk was broken, and there were few sentients around. Han looked at her. You were saying?

She looked over at him. Han, I need your help.

He recalled what Jabba had told him. With the as-sault on Ylesia?

She nodded and smiled. Quick as ever. Yes. Jabba bankrolling us. Were going to take the whole planet, Han.

Now it was Han turn to shrug. Not my problem, sister. Ive changed, too. I aint in the charity business. I only play for profit, these days. I dont stick my neck out for anyone. She nodded. So I hear. Im not asking for charity. It profit Im talking about. More credits than youd make on a hundred smuggling runs.

What do you want from me, then? Han realized that his anger at her was building, though he wasnt quite sure why. It was almost as though hed have been hap-pier if she had asked him to help her for old times sake, or something. But that didnt make any sense.

The Rebel Alliance is still very new, Hah, she said. Our people have guts and loyalty, but most of them arent seasoned fighters. My own Red Hand Squadron has experience, but we cant handle this job all by ourselves.

Han stared at her in surprise and more than a little unease. Red Hand Squadron? You command Red Hand Squadron?

She nodded. Its a good group. Weve seen some action.

Ive heard of it, Han said. Ive heard you give no quarter to slavers. She shrugged and didnt answer. Anyway, as I was saying, the Resistance needs help to get us down through the Ylesian atmosphere. Experienced pilots to guide our ships in. Maybe some help with the fighting, but, letg face it, youve seen the Ylesian defenses. A bunch of Gamorreans and other losers who sleep on duty. Its not the ground assault Im worried about, its their blasted atmosphere. The Corellian Resistance has already lost one ship there.

Han nodded. He was mad clear through, but he was hiding it well. He wanted to hear the whole thing be-fore he let her have it. That atmosphere is tricky, all right. But the average smuggler pilot has detit with worse. So . . . you need pilots to guide your ships in, maybe provide some armed backup. In return for what?

Spice, Hah. You know that Besadii has been stock-piling it. Choice andris, ryll, carsunum, and, of course, glitterstim. Theyve been trying to drive the prices way up, and there are warehouses stuffed full of it. Well split the take with the smugglers.

Hah nodded at her. Go on ....

She looked at him. And for you and me . . . there will be Teroenzas treasure room. Picture how much hes added over ten years. Hundreds of thousands of credits worth of antiquities. HeS bound to have maybe a million credits worth of stuff... maybe two. Think about it. How many troops do you have?

Tm not sure yet. I have to report back to our com-mand ship for this sector. Weve asked for aid from any Resistance group that wants to help, paicularly the Bothans and the Sullustans-there are a lot of Sullus-tans and Bothans on Ylesia. We figure they may want to be part of the rescue. And youre goifig to free the slaves.

Well take them along with our share of the spice. And before we leave, well reduce those factories to slag, along with everything else. Were going to shut that hellhole planet down for good. Han considered. What about the priests? The Exul-tation could be a powerful weapon. Ive seen it knock people on their butts who werent expecting it.

She nodded. Jabbag taking care of them. Theyll be assassinated before we ever land. Han looked at her, and felt cold rage wash through him. How dare she? Come back and cLk me to get in-volved with her little revenge scheme? Youd better get your timing down pat. Yes, she agreed. This will be the biggest military operation the new Alliance has ever tried. We hope to get recruits from it, as well a the spice. Financing a revolution is an expensive proposition. Ambitious, Han said, dryly. Why not just attack Coruscant if you want to commit suicide? Itg doable, she insisted. Ylesia isnt that heavily guarded. Han, you were there. Remember? Oh, Im sure well encounter some resistance, but my people can deal with that. Your friends can stay out of the shooting until we secure the place. The combat experi-ence will be good for our troops. If we can pull this off, it will be an example to inspire other planets to join the Alliance. Our only hope of defeating the Empire is if we unite.

Han looked at her. And this is why you came to me. To get me to contact the smugglers for you, encourage era to join up with the Resistance for this little mission. Lando told me that you and Mako Spince are peo-ple theyll listen to. I knew you. I dont know Spince. Han finally let his impassive mask drop, and glared at her. So what youre sayin is that you dump me ten years ago, ignore me that whole time, and then you come back thinkin Ill help you put my friends lives in danger. I dont trust you, Bria. Ive heard about Red Hand Squadron, all right. You aint the woman I used to know, and thats plain.

I have changed, she said, her eyes holding his. I admit it. So have you. Lando told me you still cared about me, Han said, coldly. I think you were lyin to him, plannin even then to use me. You dont give a hoot about me about anything we used to have. You only care about your revolution, and you dont care who you walk over to reach your goal. He snorted. And all that bilge about Sam Shild . . . sure. Right. You expect me to believe a man like that would keep you around if you werent-werent-a-Han finished with a word in Rodian used for the lowest class of streetwalker. Brias mouth dropped open and her hand found the grip of her blaster. I-Ian tensed, ready to go for his own, but her eyes suddenly flooded with tears . . . and he knew then she wouldnt draw. How dare you? I dare a lot these days, sister, Han said. And I say what I think. I dare to think youre a real lowlife comin back here this way. You can forget sucking me in again with your pretty face. Ive changed, all right. Ive gotten smart-smart enough to see right through you.

Fine, she said, blinking back the tears. You just turn your back on both me and a fortune. I dont call that smart, Han. I call it stupid. And the idea that a drug runner is putting on moral airs is really laughable, you know?

Im a smuggler, Hah shouted. We have our own code!

Yeah, running drugs for Hutts! she was yelling too.

You and Jabba! Birds of a feather!

The idea that she would class him with the Hutts was the last straw. Han spun around and started to walk away.

Fine! she cried. Ill go see Mako Spince, thats what Ill do. He cant be as dumb as you!

Her unwitting pun made Han laugh nastily. Fine, he snarled, not turning around. Have fun gettin him to talk. Goodbye, Bria.

He strode away from her, his bootheels clicking against the permacrete, his head high. It felt good to leave her standing there, looking after him.

It felt real good ....

Durga faced Prince Xizor image on his comm unit. Guri has explained your difficulty, the prince said. I will dispatch two companies of mercenaries under the capable command of Willurn Kamaran to Ylesia. Com-mander Kamaran Nova Force will help you keep Teroenza in line until he can be dealt with Which should be speedily, my friend.

Thank you, Your Highness, Durga said. As Guri may have told you, I will share the profits from Ylesia with you this year, to recompense you for your help. Fifteen percent. The Faleen princes mouth curved down, and he shook his head sadly. Durga, Durga... I thought you had some respect for me. Thirty percent for the next two years.

Durga batted his bulbous eyes in disbelief. Worse than I ever imagined/He drew himself up. Your High-ness, if I granted you that, I would be deposed as leader of Besadii. But if you do not have my troops in place, and soon, you will lose Ylesia altogether, the prince pointed out, truthfully.

Twenty percent, one year, Durga said, feeling ac-tual pain as he spoke the words. They will not have to be there long, remember.

Thirty percent, two years, the head of Black Sun said. I do not negotiate. Durga drew a deep breath, feeling the ghosts of bruises and injuries from his battle with Jiliac awaken. Very well, he said, sullenly.

Xizor smiled pleasantly. Fine. The mercenaries will embark as soon as possible for Ylesia. It is a pleasure doing business with you, my friend.

It took every bit of willpower Durga could summon to say, Very well, Your Highness. Thank you. He cut the connection and slumped in despair, imag-ining what Aruk would say to all of this. Im trapped, he thought. Trapped. All I can do is try to make the best of it .... Han did not sleep well that night. Thoughts of Bria and her proposition raced through his mind like an as-teroid on a collision course. I cant trust her... can I? I dont want to see her... do I? He dozed, and dreamed of mounds of glitterstim, which mutated without warning into piles of credits. He leaped into those piles, rolled around in them, shouting joyfully, and suddenly Bria was there with him, and he was holding her, rolling over with her, kissing her in the midst of piles and piles and piles of credits

. . . more wealth than hed ever imagined ....

He jerked awake with a gasp, and then lay there, his arms behind his head, staring into the darkness. Maybe I ought to do it, he thought. This might be my big chance to make that big stake. I could get out... make a bundle, and retire. Find myself a nice little place in the Corporate Sector and just let the Empire go to blazes all by itself....

He lay there, tossing and turning, punching his pil-lows in frustration, until he could stand it no longer. Swinging out of bed, he headed into the fresher, then dragged on clean clothes. He also combed his hair, re-flecting ruefully that the haircut had gone beyond the realm of should get one to want to be mistaken for Chewies cousin?

Then, carrying his boots, he tiptoed out through the dark, silent apartment, not wanting to wake Chewie, or Jarik, who was sleeping on the couch. He was almost at the door when he stubbed his toe on something un-yielding and heard a plaintive electronic bleat.

ZeeZee! Han dropped his boots, swore aloud, then snarled at the antiquated droid, who was babbling apologies in its twittering, querulous voice.

Shut up! Han snarled, and slammed out the door. He was back a second later to collect his boots, and then gone again.

The Smugglers Rest was on the border of the Corel-lian section. Hah arrived there before the place was even open, and had to buzz for the night-clerk. It sud-denly occurred to him that he didnt know what name Bria had registered under, but hed barely begun to de-scribe her, when the bored clerk brightened. Oh her, he said, licking his lips. She expecting you, buddy?

Lets just say shell be glad to see me, Han said, sliding a credit piece across the counter. Okay, sure. Room 7A.

Han went up in the ancient turbolift, and then walked down the dark, noisome hallway. He tapped on the door. Moments later, he heard her voice, sounding wide-awake. Whos there? Its me, Bria. Hah, he said.

There was a long pause, then the locks clicked and the door swung open into the darkness. Come in with your hands up, Brias voice said.

Han walked in as directed, and only when the door was closed behind him did the lights come on. He turned to find Bria wearing a nightshirt that was too short for her, her blaster in her hand. What do you want? Her voice was anything but friendly.

Han found it hard not to look at her long, shapely legs. Uh... just wanted to talk to you. Ive... Im... reconsidering your proposition.

You are, eh? She still didnt look friendly, but at least she lowered the gun. Okay, give me a minute. Grabbing her clothes, she disappeared into the fresher, and came out again a minute later, fully clothed, down to her boots.

Hah nodded down at her right leg. Whats in ihe boot?

Hold-out blaster, she said, with a small, feral smile.

A nice little ladies model.

I see, Han said. He sat down on the edge of the rumpled bed, feeling her warmth still amid the covers. Bria sprawled in the rooms single chair. You go lookin for Mako after we... parted? I made some inquiries, she said, and her mouth twisted. Found out why you were laughing when you walked away.

Yeah, Hah said. Tough break for Mako. I dont know what hell do now. He cleared his throat. Any-how, I didnt come here to talk about Mako. Ive been thinking about your offer. Maybe I was too hasty. Lets face it... I was sore about the way you dumped me. I had to get that outta my system, maybe. He hesitated, and she stared at him. Her hair was hanging in wisps around her face, and Hah was glad to realize that it wasnt all chopped off. She must have had it up in a tight bun earlier. She waved at him. Go on.

So, uh... yeah. Maybe I shot my mouth off a little, earlier, Han admitted. Wouldnt be the first time. She widened her eyes. No! You cant mean it! Han resolutely ignored the sarcasm. Anyhow... it wont happen again. So... I want in. Ill give my friends your proposition, and help train your pilots how to deal with the Ylesian atmosphere. Ill bet some of the priva-teers would also want in. Ill talk to em in return for what you promised me. Fifty percent of Teroenzas treasure room, or seventy-five thousand credits worth of the spice, whichever is more.

She considered. And youll be civil?

Yeah, Hah said. Im always civil to business part-ners. And thats all this is. Just... business. Bria nodded. Its a deal. She leaned forward and offered her hand. Just business. Hah took it, reflecting that she had a grip many men would envy. Okay. Uurga activated his comm system, and keyed in the codes his parent had given him years ago. He won-dered if theyd still be the correct ones. This was a very important call .... The connection took several minutes to establish, and it was not a good one. His party must be a long way from the Outer Rim ....

Finally, the picture coalesced. The holo-image of the most famous bounty hunter in the galaxy appeared... wavering, all the edges fuzzy. But Durga could hear Fetts mechanically filtered tones clearly. Boba Fett, it is I, Durga, Lord of Besadii, the Hutt said. Greetings. Lord Durga, the fiat voice conveyed nothing . . . not interest, surprise or eagerness. Nothing. I am a long way from the Outer Rim. What is it?

I wish you to take on a Priority bounty, Durga said. The situation is very delicate, potentially volatile. That is why I need you. I know that you perform exactly as you specify you will. There can be no mistakes in this case. I need the best.

Boba Fett inclined his head. You are .willing to pay the extra for a Priority bounty? I must be adequately recompensed for turning my attention away from other assignments and concentrating solely on yours. Yes, yes, I am, Durga said. The bounty is on the High Priest of Ylesia, Teroenza. I am willing to pay the sum of two hundred thousand credits.

Not enough. Three hundred thousand, Boba Fett said. And I will head back for the Outer Rim immediately.

Durga hesitated, then nodded, Very well. The tim-ing here is crucial. I wish to have you bring me Teroenza horn as proof of his death. But you must wait to make the kill until I have left Nal Hutta and am within five hours of landing on Ylesia. You must kill Teroenza in such a way that none of the other tlanda Til will know of his death for some hours. Otherwise, if the other priests discover that their leader has been killed, they may try to stage a revolt. Understood?

Affirmative. Contact you and confirm the timing be-fore making the kill. Make sure no other tlanda Til realize that he is dead.

Correct. Durga than recited his ship ID codes, and Fett assured him that he had them. I would like to remind you of the terms regarding a Priority bounty, Fett said. I will concentrate on reach-ing the target you have specified, and will take no other bounties until I have delivered the High Priest horn to you. And the Priority bounty for Teroenza is three hun-dred thousand. Correct, Durga confirmed.

Fett out.

The fuzzy holo-image of the armor-clad bounty hunter rippled, then vanished. Durga then activated his comm for local frequencies, so he could check in with Zier. His Hutt lieutenant had assured him that he had narrowed the search for Teroenzag successor down to three tlanda Til. Durga would go to interview them personally, and select the new High Priest of Ylesia. Durga ruminated about how pleasant it would be to have the bloody horn of the High Priest in his two dainty hands. Perhaps hed have it mounted, and hang it on his wall .... Over the next two days, Bria Tharen and Han Solo traveled around Nar Shaddaa together, recruiting smugglers and privateers to serve as pilot guides and-in the case of the privateers-potential backup for her Ylesian operation. They stressed the easy pickings to be had on Ylesia, the wealth of spice stockpiled by Besadii.

Both were careful to stick by their just business agreement, but Bria sensed a growing tension in Han, and knew that it reflected her own feelings.

He told her about what hed been doing for the past ten years, and she told him a little about her life with the Resistance. She explained to him that after leaving him on Coruscant, shed wandered from world to world, constantly fighting her craving for the Exulta-tion. Two times I actually bought a ticket and stood in line to board a ship back to Ylesia, she said. And both times when it came down to it, I just couldnt. I stepped out of line and went off and collapsed.

Finally, shed found a group on CoreIlia that had helped her deal with her addiction, helped her realize why she felt so em pty, so driven. It took me months of hard digging into myself, she said. Months to figure out why I wanted to hurt myself. I finally got it through my head that just because my mother hated and de-spised me for not being what she wanted me to be, I didnt have to hate myself. I didnt have to destroy my-self in some twisted attempt to please her.

Han, remembering Briag mother, gave her a sympa-thetic glance. I used to feel cheated that Ill never know who my parents were. That is... until I met your morn, Bria, he said. There are worse things than be-ing an orphan.

She gave a shaky laugh. You are right, Han.

Many smugglers and privateers were very intrigued by Brias proposition, and they signed up droves of them. It didnt hurt that Jabba was backing the enter-prise and urging those who piloted for him to go. Many of the pilots whod worked for him in some capacity were agreeing to be pilot guides. All the while, the Rebel Alliance was assembling ships out in space so the captains and ground comman-ders could be drilled on the battle plan. After Bria and Han had recruited enough smuggler captains so theyd have at least one smuggler per group of Rebel assault ships, they took the MiUennium Falcon to rendezvous at the Rebel deep space coordinates-a spot well off the regular shipping lanes, but within one easy hyperspace jump of Ylesia.

Bria was fascinated by the Falcon and suitably im-pressed by her speed and armament. Hah enjoyed showing her around his ship, pointing out all his special modifications. In preparation for this ground assault, hed finally gotten around to getting Shug and Chewie to help him install that belly gun hed wanted for so long. Since this was a ground assault, there was a good chance that it would come in handy. When the Falcon was on an approach vector to dock with the Retribution, Bria smiled at Han. You showed me yours... now let me show you mine, she said.

Han laughed, and it was the most relaxed moment theyd had since theyd met. Beautiful ship, he said, admiring the Marauder corvettes clean, streamlined sil-houette against the starfield. They were greeted when they disembarked by the captain of the Retribution, Tedris Bjalin. Han regarded him in astonishment. Tedris! he exclaimed, staring at the tall, balding man in the Rebel uniform. How in the galaxy did you get here?

Bria looked from one to the other. You know each other?

We sure do, Han said, pumping Tedriss hand, and exchanging backslaps. Tedris and I graduated in the same class in the Academy.

Its a long story, Bjalin said. After what you said to me that time aboard the Destiny, I couldnt help think-ing more and more about how the service was getting as corrupt as the Empire. And then... his bony features twisted. Han, Im from Tyshapahl, remember?

Han had forgotten. He stared at his old friend, real-ization slowly dawning. Oh . . . Tedris . . . Im sorry. Your family? The Corellian had met Tedriss family, during graduation. Killed during the massacre, Tedris confirmed. Af-ter that, I couldnt stay. I knew I had to fight them, any way I could.

Hah nodded.

Bria took Han on a tour of her ship. He was seeing yet another side of her, and, as an ex-military man him-self, was impressed by the discipline and alertness of her troops. The sentients of Red Hand Squadron obvi-ously revered their commander. Hah discovered that many of them were ex-slaves, people willing to give their lives to the mission of freeing those in bondage. Bria took Han to meet with other Rebel Comman-ders, and they attended several planning sessions for the raid. The Bothans were providing security, and the Sullustans had sent ten ships and nearly two hundred troops. In the years since Han and Bria had left Ylesia, Sullust had lost many citizens who had gone to Ylesia to become Pilgrims.

In addition to many ships from the Corellian Resis-tance, there were troops from Alderaan (though much of the Alderaanian support was in the form of medical personnel, transport pilots, and other non-combatants) and Chandrila. It was hard to convince the Alliance that this could be done, Bria confided to Han. But its become brutally apparent that our troops need combat experience. I was able to convince HQ that this raid would help the troops gain the confidence to start going up against the Imperials.

All of the Rebel ships from the Outer Rim had been detailed to the raid. Han surveyed the gathering fleet, and conceded that maybe they did have a chance. He wound up giving a number of briefings to the Rebel pi-lots whod be flying the Rebel assault landing shuttles into the Ylesian atmosphere. During his first such briefing, Han ran into yet an-other old friend. Jalus! he exclaimed, as the small, droopy-jowled Sullustan trooped into the Retribution s briefing area. What the heck are you doin here? Jalus Nebl pointed to his ragtag Rebel uniform. What does it look like? he squeaked. The Ylesian Dream is now Dream of Freedom, and shes served the Rebellion well for several years now. Han introduced Bria to the Sullustan, and she was pleased to at last meet the brave pilot who had saved them from Helot Shackle. The three reminisced about the past, and their daring escape from the slave planet. Both Jalus Nebl and Han were impressed to hear that Brias group had taken Helotg Shackle, now renamed Retribution.

The reconditioned Retribution would be flying with the Resistance on this raid, carrying assault shuttles and backup troops under the command of another Rebel Commander.

As Bria watched Han interact with the Rebel Com-manders and other mission personnel, she realized that she had never been happier. Han seemed to enjoy the chance to return to the old military lifestyle, eating meals in the galley, joking and talking with her troops. They were respectful of his knowledge and his military background as an Imperial officer-especially after Tedris Bjalin recounted some of Slieks wilder es-capades during their Academy days.

She found herself hoping that Han would realize that the Resistance was where he belonged-with the Resis-tance, and with her. Every moment they were together was like coming home, she thought-though she was careful to keep her just business distance.

All the while, she wondered what Han was thinking about her....

At the end of their second day with the gathering Rebel fleet in their deep-space rendezvous, Bria re-ceived a message that she was needed to meet with some potential allies from the Resistance on Ord Man-tell. Han offered to take her there in the Falcon, proud of the chance to show off his ships speed though the first time he tried to jump into hyperspace, the cranky Falcon refused to cooperate. When two elbow-whacks failed to work, Han had to spend several sweaty and embarrassed minutes with a hydrospanner to get his ship to cooperate.

Once they were in hyperspace, Bria sat in the co-pilots seat, watching Han handle his ship, admiring his sureness. Shes a wonderful ship, Han, she said. I watched you win her, you know. Han turned to her, surprised. What? You were there?

Bria explained about her trip to Bespin during the big sabacc tournament. I was rooting for you, she said. When you won, I wanted to-she recalled her-self, blushed, and fell silent. Wanted to what? Han asked, his eyes very intent. Oh... I just wished I could break cover and con-gratulate you, she said. By the way, whatever did you do to that Barabel to make her so mad? Itan looked at her, then his mouth twitched and he burst out laughing. You met Shallamar? Not formally, Bria said, dryly, but I wound up standing beside her during some of the play after shed been eliminated. That was one cranky reptiloid, let me tell you.

Han chuckled, then explained about how he and Shallamar had had a run-in back on Devaron five years ago. She told me she was going to bite my head off, Han said. And shed have done it, too, if it hadnt been for Chewie.

Devaron? Oh, yes, I remember-Bria said, and then, at Hans look, fell silent again. She bit her lip before the intensity of his gaze. So it was you that day at the Ylesian revival, Han said. I thought I was seein things. I swore off drinkin for months after that day. Bria nodded. Yes, that was me, Hah. But I couldnt let you blow my cover. I was in that crowd for a mission. What was that mission?

She met his eyes steadily. To assassinate Veratil, the tlanda Til. You fouled it up, though. Far as I know, Veratil is still alive. Though probably not for long.

Hah regarded her for a long moment. You really have done just about anything for the Resistance, havent you?

Bria was distressed by his stare. Dont look at me like that, Han] she cried. Theyre evil! They deserve to be killed!

He nodded slowly. Yeah, I guess they do, he said.

But... its kinda unnerving, you know?

She gave him a shaky smile. Sometimes I unnerve myself.

When they reached Ord Mantell, Bria met with the Resistance leaders there to explain the mission and its importance. She was elated that, after their meeting, the Resistance promised to dispatch three ships and a hundred troops, plus appropriate support and medical personnel, immediately. As Han and Bria were preparing to board the Falcon for the trip back to the Rebel deep-space rendezvous, one of the junior officers came up to her with a message flimsy. She scanned it, then looked up at Hah. She gave him a tight smile. HQ just got a message from Togoria. Theres a small contingent of Togorians who have vol-unteered to come along. They want us to pick them up on our way back. Hah smiled slowly. Muuurgh and Mrr0v? he guessed.

It doesnt say. But it a good bet theyre part of the group, Bria said. Can we? Sure, he said, not meeting her eyes. Togorias a pretty world. I wouldnt mind seeing it again. Bria looked away, too. It was on a Togorian be ach that she and Han had first become close. it was a beau-tiful World, fraught with memories for both of them.

They didnt talk much during the trip. Bria found herself so nervous that her stomach was in knots. She wondered how Han felt....

Han eased the Falcon down onto the landing field bordering Caross, the largest city on Togoria. After completing his post-flight checks and updating his log, he and Bria headed for the landing ramp. A group of Togorians were already heading out to the field, and Hah thought he recognized one huge black male with white chest hair and whiskers. And there was a smaller, orange and white femme with him. Bria smiled excitedly. Muuurgh and Mrrov!

The humans jogged down the ramp, and reached the ground just in time to be seized and hugged so violently their feet left the ground. Muuurgh! Han shouted, so glad to see his old friend that he wound up thumping the huge felinoid on the chest with his fists while his feet dangled. How are ya, buddy? Hah . . . Muuurgh was nearly choked with emo-tion. Togorians were an emotional people, especially the males. Han Solo... Muuurgh very happy see Hah Solo again. Too long it has been!

He obviously hasnt been practicing his Basic, Han thought, amused. Muuurghs Basic had always been rather fractured, but after all this time, it was worse than ever.

Hey, Muuurgh! Mrrov! Its great to see you both! After their greetings were over, Mrrov explained that there was a contingent of Togorians whod had run-ins with Ylesia over the years who wanted to be part of the assault. Six of our people were either enslaved or close to those enslaved there, Han, Mrrov said. We wish to have a part in making sure that no other Togorians will ever again be trapped by that terrible place.

Han nodded. Well, we can get started any time you wish, he said.

Muuurgh shook his head. Not possible until tomor-row, Han. Sarrahs mosgoth was attacked mid-flight by big liphon. Broke its wing. Sarrah has borrowed mos-goth, sent us message, will be here tomorrow. Tonight Hah and Bria our honored guests, yes?

Han looked at Bria and shrugged. Uh, sure, he said.

She didnt meet his eyes. Fine ....

They spent the afternoon catching up with their friends on ten years of history. Muuurgh and Mrrov seemed a very happy couple-even though, in true Togo-rian tradition, they spent only a month out of each year to-gether. They had two cubs, both female, and Han and Bria met them. One was barely more than a kit, and she was extraordinarily cute. Bria and Han spent a couple of hours playing with them in the beautiful gardens.

That evening, the humans were wined and dined with the best of Togorian food and drink. Togorian story-tellers regaled them with tales of their own escapades from ten years ago, when theyd escaped from Ylesia. Han barely recognized himself the accounts had obvi-ously been enhanced over the years, until he emerged as such a heroic figure it was almost laughable.

Han was careful with the strong Togorian liquor, and noticed that Bria drank only water. I cant drink, she said, when asked. Im scared Ill get to like it too much. I have to be careful... once addicted, you can get ad-dicted again, to other things.

Hah admired her restraint, and said so.

After the festivities were over, Muuurgh and Mrrov conducted their guests to the finest of their guest apart-ments, then bade them goodnight.

Han and Bria stood on opposite sides of the living room and regarded each other in silence for a long, un-comfortable moment. Han glanced at the door leading to the one bedroom. Uh... guess Muuurgh and Mrrov still think Were an item, he said.

Guess so, she agreed, unable to meet his eyes.

Well, I guess it the pallet out here for me, Han said. Hey, Bria remonstrated, Im a soldier. Ive slept in mudholes before, with no blanket. No need to treat me like a lady, Han/ She smiled and took out a decicred piece. Tell you what... Ill flip you for the bed.

Han grinned at her, his most charming smile. Okay, babe. Fine by me. Bria looked at him, and their eyes locked. Oh, dear.

She sounded as though shed just run four or five klicks.

Hah was feeling a bit breathless himself. Oh dear what? he said, taking a step toward her. Bria smiled shakily. The galaxy is no longer safe for humanoid females, she said. Youve learned what you can do with that lopsided smile, havent you?

As a matter of fact, Han did have some idea... and so did a number of women he could name. He took an-other two slow steps in her direction, and chuckled, genuinely amused. Hey... he said. There are times when it works better than my blaster.

Bria was so tense he wondered if she were going to bolt, but she didnt move as he took another step toward her. Ix,,oking down, Hah saw that her hand was shaBng. Arent you going to flip that thing? he asked softly. She nodded and took a deep breath, and her hand steadied a bit. Sure. Call it. You sure its not a trick coin? Han asked, taking an-other step.

Hey! she protested. Its a rea] decicred? With mock indignation, Bria showed him the disk, twirling it to demonstrate that it was indeed a regular coin. On the obverse was the head of the Emperor, on the reverse was stamped the symbol of the Empire.

Han took another step, and now he could have reached out and touched her shoulder. Okay . . . I pick... heads, he said, quietly.

Bria swallowed and flipped the coin, but she missed catching it, because she was shaking again. Hah, how-ever, did not miss. He caught the coin, held it without looking. Heads we share the bed ....he said softly. Tails... we share the floor.

But . . . we agreed . . . she was stammering and trembling all over now. Just... business... Han tossed the coin over his shoulder, and in one lunge he pulled Bria into his arms. He kissed her with all the pent-up passion of the past days... and all those lost years. Kissed her mouth, her forehead, her hair, her ears. . and then returned to her mouth. Finally, when he raised his head, he breathed, I say... the heck with business... right?

Right... she murmured, and then it was her turn to kiss him. She wound her arms around his neck, hold-ing him as tightly as he held her.

Behind them, forgotten, the decicred piece lay on the woven matting covering the floor, shining faintly in the dimness ....

The next morning, Han woke up smiling. He got up and went out to stand on the little balcony overlooking the beautiful Togorian garden. He breathed deeply, hearing the twittering of the tiny flying lizards and re-membered one alighting on Brias finger all those years ago, that first time on the beach. He wished they had time to go back to that beach .... Hey, he thought, when this Ylesian thing is over, well have all the time in the world... and all the cred-its we could want. Well ccrme back here. Then maybe well head for the Corporate Sector, do some business. With the FaJcon, we can go anywhere, do anything ....

He wondered whether Bria would actually leave the Resistance for him. After what theyd shared last night, he didnt see how she couldnt. They were good to-gether, so good there was no way theyd be apart from now on ....

Han heard a step behind him, but didnt turn, only stood staring out at the garden, inhaling the spicy scent of the Togorian tree-flowers. Arms slid around his waist, and he felt her hair against his back as she leaned against him. Hey.. she said quietly. Good morning.

Its good all right, he said quietly. The best in a long time. Ten years, I think. Did I tell you ast night that I love yoU? she murmured, kissing the back of his neck. You need a haircut... Several times, he replied. But you can say it again if you want.

I love you ....

Sounds good, he said. I think you need more practice, though. Try it again .... She laughed. Youre getting a swelled head, Han.

He chuckled, and turned to hold her. You know, the Falcon is going to be so full of huge Togorians all the way back to the rendezvous coordinates, that you just might have to sit on my lap. I could manage that, she said.

Sarrah proved to be extremely short for a Togorian, only about two meters rail. But he was in excellent con-dition, his muscles sliding beneath his sleek black fur like oiled cords. On their way back to the deep-space rendezvous, Han swung by Nar Shaddaa to pick up Jarik and Chew-bacca. Hed been wondering how Chewie and Muuurgh would get along. When he introduced the Wookiee and the giant Togorian, Han was treated to the unusual sight of Chewie actually looking up at another being. Muuurgh regarded the Wookiee assessingly, then said, Greet-ings to Hah Solok friend. He tells me you are his brother-in-fur.

Chewie roared softly, and Hah translated. Chew-bacca sends greetings in return to Muuurgh, he said. He is honored to meet a brother-in-fur from the past, the hunter Muuurgh. Solemnly, the two huge creatures regarded each other, then both turned to Han. He looked up at them, and could tell that they liked each other. You guys, he said, have got a lot in common. Indeed, said Chewie. They had Hah.

Any friend of Hah Solok is a friend of Muuurghs, the Togorian announced. Hah heard the door signal to his apartment buzz, and opened it to find Lando standing there. For once the gambler wasnt dressed in the height of fashion, but in military style rough fatigues, and he wore heavy boots. He was armed with a blaster and a blaster rifle. Hey?

Hah said. Whats up? You goin to a war?

I just heard about your little jaunt to Ylesia, Lando said. I want in. Can I ride along on the Falcon? Han regarded his friend in surprise. Pal, this aint your kind of thing, he said. We aint expectin much in the way of resistance froin those Gamorrean guards on Ylesia, but theres bound to be some shootin. Lando nodded. Im a good shot, he said. Hah, Ive almost got enough credits saved to buy a new ship, a real beauty of a sleek little yacht Ive had my eye on. I figure for a share of that spice in the warehouses, this is worth a little risk to my precious hide. Another ten thousand credits, and that little beauty is mine

....

Hah shrugged. Okay by me, he said. Youre wel-come to join the party. Thus, it was a very crowded-but thankfully short-flight back to the Rebel rendezvous coordinates. The Rebel fleet was mostly gathered by now, along with most of the smuggler vessels. Bria and the other Rebel commanders conducted final briefings so that each smuggler and each Rebel assault group knew ex-actly what part they would play in the attack. Each group of Rebel assault shuttles had at least three or four smuggler ships to guide them down through the atmo-sphere. There were nine colonies now on Ylesia, and there were nine attack forces, each commanded by a Rebel commander like Bria. Shed chosen the toughest objective for herselfColony One. It boasted the largest warehouses, the most Pilgrims and the best defenses. But Bria was sure that Red Hand Squadron could handle it.

Especially with Han flying beside her. By now, Hah was familiar with Jace Paol, Daino Hyx, and her other officers. He wondered if any of them realized that he and their commander were now a couple. The assassinations would be starting any time on Yle-sia, and the main attack was set for tomorrow morning (ships standard time, which had nothing to do with day or night on Ylesia) when the Pilgrims would be desper-ate for the Exultation, and amenable to tang orders from anyone who promised it to them ....

As Hah and Bria ate supper that night in Retribu-tions galley, Hans attention was suddenly drawn to the external monitoring unit that showed the masses of gathering ships. A familiar shape-one hed known from childhood was moving into view.

He stopped chewing, then swallowed hastily, and pointed. Bria! That big old Liberator-class transport!

Whered you get it?

She looked at him and grinned. Looks a bit familiar, doesnt it?

Han nodded. Id swear thats Trader Luck! The ship I grew up on!

She nodded. It is. I was saving it for a surprise. The Corellian Resistance bought it a couple of years ago at scrap prices, and weve converted it into a troop carrier. We named it the Liberator. Hah had heard that the vintage ship had been aban-doned following Garris Shrikes death. He looked at the old vessel, feeling his throat tighten. He was glad to know that the Liberator now had a new life. Youre going to use her to get the Pilgrims shipped to safety, right? Many of them, she agreed. Your old home will take them to a new life, Han. He nodded, and finished his meal, his eyes seldom leaving the huge, antique vessel. Memories flooded him... memories of Dewlanna, mostly....

Since the Falcon boasted only a few sleeping bunks, Han decided to stay the night in Brias cabin. They held each other close, each of them acutely aware that to-morrow they would be going into battle. And in battles... people died.

After tomorrow, Hah whispered to her in the dark-ness, well always be together. Promise me. I promise, she said. Together.

He sighed and relaxed. Okay, he said. And . . .

Bria?

Yes?

You watch your back tomorrow, sweetheart.

He could tell she was smiling, from the way her wice sounded. I will. You too, okay? Sure.

Hours later, Bria was awakened from a troubled doze by the soft chime of her cabin intercom. She came in-stantly alert, and, pulling on a robe, went into her ad-joining office. The communication officer on duty told her she had an incoming message. Send it through to me here, she said, pushing her hair back from her face.

Moments later, Bria was facing her commanding of-ricer, Pianat Torbul. She stiflened to attention. Sir? Bria... just wanted to wish you luck tomorrow, he said. And to tell you... he hesitated. Yes? Tell me what? she prompted.

I cant be specific. But our intelligence reports that the Empire has something big underway. Really big. Something that could crush the entire Rebel Alliance in one or two engagements. Bria stared at him, in shock. Some kind of secret fleet? she asked.

I cant tell you, he reminded her. But bigger than that.

Bria couldnt imagine what he was talking about, but shed grown used to the need to know system long ago. Okay, so what does that have to do with this raid tomorrow?

Its going to take everything we have, every resource we can muster, every credit we can scrape together, to dea] with this, Torbul said. your mission was impor-tant before this... now its critical. Take everything you can get, Bria. Weapons, spice... everything.

Sir... thats my objective, she said, her heart be-ginning to thud.

I know that. I just . . . thought you should know. Were dispatching several intelligence teams to Ralltiir to try and find out more. Theyll need credits for bribes, surveillance equipment... you know the drill. Of course, Bria said. Sir, I wont fail you.

I know you wont, Torbul said. I shouldnt have contacted you, perhaps . . . youre under enough pres-sure. But I thought you should know.

I appreciate your telling me, sir. Thank you. Torbul gave her a quick salute and broke the connec-tion. Bria sat there in her office, wondering if she should go back to bed, or just start the day early. She heard Hans voice, a little rough with sleep, from the other room. Bria? Everything okay? Everythings fine, Han, she called. Ill be there shortly.

Rising, she paced slowly back and forth, remember-ing what hed said to her earlier. Theyd be together... always. Yes, we will, she thought. Well be together. Well guard each other backs, and wgether well fight and well prevail against the Empire. And if we have to sac-rifice to achieve that... we will. She knew that Han would understand about the treasure and the credits. He pretended to be such a mercenary, but at heart, he wasnt, she knew that ....

Her mind once more at rest, her resolve firm, Bria went back to bed .... Sunset at Ylesian Colony Five. The ruddy rays of the low sun, breaking through a hundred gaps in the massed clouds, were projected as pastel spikes across the sky. By the choppy waters of the Sea of Hope, the robe-clad Pilgrims assembled on the beach cast long shadows across the sand. Pohtarza, Head Sacredot of the colony, raised his ugly tlanda Til head and surveyed the crowd, his horn sweeping slowly back and forth as lie did so. His bul-bous eyes shone like blood as they bulged from his grayish, wrinkled flesh. After a moment, he brought up his diminutive arms, and the ceremony began. The One is All, he intoned in the rumbling, nasal-heavy language of the tlanda Til. Five hundred voices echoed the phrase back ....The One is All.

At that very moment, at Colony Four on the other side of the planet, it was just after midnight. Dark clouds drifted across the moonless night sky, extinguishing stars, making the night even blacker. On the wall of the Priests Quarters, there was a soft, chitinous scratching. Ylesian vermin frantically darted away in all directions.

Noy Waglla, small and bug-like herself, scuttled up the smooth permacrete and, barely pausing to chew a hole in the grating, through the window. She crouched, poised, on the sill. Below her, in the darkness, she could hear the sleep-ing noises of the Priests she had come to kill. Jabba would pay well for this, enough that she might someday be able to return to her own species. The great crea-tures in their sleeping harnesses filled the small room, made it stink of musk. The Hyallp crawled up the near-est rough-textured harness, and paused below the enor-mous head. The tlanda Til shifted slightly, and she backed away, alarmed, but, after a moment, the Priests snoring resumed Waglla advanced even closer. This is going w be easy ....Waglla seized the large vial strapped to her back in her formidable mandibles, pulled out the stopper with her palps. Jabba had tested the substance himself A drop of the poison called srej-ptan, placed on the Sacredot lower lip, would kill even the largest tlanda Til in seconds, silently and without struggle. Retracting several of her legs, Waglla climbed toward the Priests mouth.

The All is One, intoned Pohtarza.

The All is One.

Aiaks Fwa, Whiphid assassin and bounty hunter, waited in the corridor leading to the underground mud baths of Colony Seven. It had been a tedious few weeks, living as Pilgrim, trying to blend in, when all his instincts c,dled for getting it over with, hunting the ugly muphrida down and escaping. But the Bloated One had specified tonight as the time, and Fwa wanted to collect his full fee. The sound of tlanda Til voices echoed up from the dimness below, and Fwa heard their characteristic shuf-fling gait. The assassin checked the two small hold-out blasters he had smuggled into the compound. Fully charged, of course.

He tensed, thinking that the credits he was about to become entitled to were not so much the prize of a hunt, so much as a gift. Security here in Colony Seven was lax beyond belief. Fwa could see them coming now, and he pressed himself into a hollow in the uneven wall. As hed ex-pected, it was his targets-the three male Saeredots. He could smell them, and his sensitive nostrils recog-nized the reek of the males.

They were close now, coming closer, closer....

Fwa leaped out with a ferocious roar, blasters raised.

Aim for their eyes/he thought, as he fired his first salvo.

In service to the All, every One is Exulted.

.. evej One is Exulted.

Tuga SalPivo, down-on-his luck Corellian space-tramp and jack-of-all-trades, paused for a moment at the edge of the Ylesian jungle and looked back. Colony Eight was a gray smudge in the very first light of dawn. Sunrise was still an hour awa y. SalPivo grinned and wiped the sweat off his face with a back-and-forth motion, catching a whiff of the vinegary vomm powder residue on his hand. He couldnt wait to see the explosion ....

It was so quiet. Even the scraping and peeping of the Ylesian jungle was gone. There was no wind at all. SalPivo forced himself not to blink as he waited. When the brilliant orange flame flowered from the tlanda TiIs sleeping chamber, there was a moment be-fore the sound reached him, and he thought, It doesnt seem real ....

Then the crack and boom rolled over him, almost knocking him down, followed by the cries and wails of the remaining inhabitants. Job well done, he said to himself, chuckling. Ill be back on Poytta before the fire put out ....

We sacrifice to achieve the All. We serve the One. .. serve the One. The RodJan named Sniquux sniffed the air thought-fully, his aqua snout wiggling. Mid-afternoon sun slanted down into the wide courtyard, and dust seemed to hang in the hot, thick air. With infinite care, he se-cured the last strand of monofilament fiber across the opening of the passageway to the factory compound. Colony Nine was not yet finished, but the main build-ings and dormitories were close enough to completion to start up operation. Nearly three hundred Pilgrims were resident, most of them employed on the construc-tion gang. Sniquux had come in with the last bunch, his experience as a permacrete artisan coming in handy.

Here they come/The Rodian stepped back from the invisible wire, then ducked under it, making sure he came nowhere near the deadly stuff. Once in the corri-dor, he made his way up to the first level balcony, which overlooked the courtyard. The six tlanda Til, three males and three females, were returning from their post-siesta walkabout, ambling toward the dinner hall and their supper. A cadre of Gamorrean guards sur-rounded them, their axe heads glinting in the sun. Sniquux pulled the sound projector remote control from his little pouch, hefting the device and feeling the smoothness of its contours. I dont even have to get near them, he thought, delight-edly. I bve this assignment. I dont have to risk my delicate little neck. His ears twitched expectantly as he turned the dial to its maximum position and engaged the trigger.

Suddenly, from the other side of the courtyard, a hideous, shrill wailing began, a sound so high it made Sniquux shiver. It was an ancient recording of the sav-age thota, the principal predator of the tlanda Til on their long-lost homeworld of Varl.

The tlanda Til froze for a second, their protuberant eyes swinging in every direction as they tried to locate the source of the cry. The head Sacredot, Tarrz by name, reared up onto his hind limbs and spun about, calling to the others, but it was no use. The huge crea-tures stampeded mindlessly in all directions, trampling Gamorreans as they headed for the openings in the courtyard wall that Sniquux had booby-trapped. Finally even Tarrz panicked and dashed for the nearest exit. The Rodian, who had a taste for bloodshed, smacked his prehensile lips as the Priests came apart, monofi la-ment slicing them more cleanly then any b lade. Tarrz got halfway through the opening before his upper tono peeled back, revealing the dark maroon interior, internal organs laid out side by side, blood pooling and spilling as he fell to complete the gash. In a trice, they were all dead, big pools of wine-red blood slowly spreading around the quartered corpses, and only a few cled Gamorreans were left to try to figure out what had happened.

Maybe thisU mean a promotion, Sniquux told him-self. Jabba seems to like me already... all I have to do is stick with him ....

Prepare for the blessing of Exultation! Pohtarza took a step forward and sensed the Priests on either side of him doing the same. The Pilgrims broke ranks, pressing forward, falling over one another, uttering little whimpers of anticipation. Pohtarza began to inflate his neck pouch, scanning the expectant faces, When some-thing caught his eye. There was a humanoid Pilgrim pushing toward them, nothing unusual about that. However, instead of a Pilgrims cap, there was a dark hood thrown over his head. Pohtarza stared in fascination. The hood was empty. The thing was quite close now-he was sure of it. Sud-denly the hood fell back and the headless thing pulled a weapon out of its robe. Nameless dread gnawed at the tlanda Til; he took a few steps back, bumped into one of his brothers. The robe fell to the ground, and the Sacredot looked straight into the muzzle of a blaster, seemingly floating in the air. His thinking seemed fuzzy and oh-so-slow, but one thought came with crystal clarity. Oh. An Aaraa. Just an Aaraa . . .

Then brightness fell from the air....

At Colony One, the oldest and largest of the Ylesian fa-cdities, only a few moments later, it was nearing mid-day. Teroenza sat in the shallow, squishy mud like a beached whaladon, hardly moving, eyes closed. The developments of the last day were discouraging beyond belief.

Durga, cue him, had called his bluff. Teroenza opened his eyes and took in the depressing sight beyond Veratil and Tfienna and the other tlanda Tll soaking in the mud, sleek Nova Force ships littered the landing field, and small teams of heavily armed sentients wearing the uniform of the mercenary unit were everywhere.

How collid Durga have known what he planned?

Maybe the young Hutt was smarter than hed thought. Now that he reflected on it, Teroenza decided that it had probably been a bad idea tokill Kibbick so brazenly. But the worst of it was that Teroenza still couldnt know for sure how much Durga knew. Perhaps the Nova Force troops were Durgas response to the High Priests disingenuous requests to beef up the Ylesian defenses. Maybe he didnt suspect foul play in Kibbieks death.

Teroenza liked that idea. If true, the tlanda Tll would just have to wait, and hope that this situation was temporary, and that, after a while, Besadii would grow weary of paying Nova Force to stay here. Wait. I can wait a little longer. In any event, thatk all I can do ....

The Nova Force commandant, a squat, heavy-gravity world human named Willurn Kamaran, was approaching the edge of the flat, treading gingerly, not wanting to soil his shining black boots. Finally, he gave Teroenza a dis-gusted look and motioned for the tlanda Td to come to meet him. The High Priest decided that hed at lea.st pre-tend to cooperate until he found out more. Hoisting him-selfto his feet, Teroenza staed in the mans direction.

Without warning a lash of energy sizzled into the mud in front of him, spattering him with ejecta. The High Priest halted in confusion. What?

Teroenza turned to see three beings in camo uni-forms come racing out of the jungle, blaster rifles blaz-ing. The Gamorreans who had been guarding them were already dead. Ptchoo. Ptchoo. Ptchoo.

The sound of blaster fire was all around him. Teroenza

tried to run, tried to change direction, but slipped in the mud, falling to his knees. Is thi Nova Force? Hcs Durga ordered them to exe-cute us now? Teroenza thought, hysteria nearly getting the better of him. At the edge of his vision, he saw that Kamaran was also shooting now. But not at him. At the intruders. Other Nova Force soldiers were coming up behind him, blasting away. By Varl, theyre trying to protect us/ There was no place to run. Teroenza froze in panic. Veratil, he could see, lay motionless, a smoking hole where an eye used to be. Tilenna had run deeper into the mud, but was unable to submerge herself, and was flailing back and forth in complete terror. Teroenza re-alized suddenly that it was only a matter of time. Taking a deep breath to still the fear erupting in his heart, he let himself fall, then lay still, playing dead.

The blaster fire abruptly stopped, and Teroenza opened his eyes. It worked/The intruders lay dead. The High Priest dared to raise himself and survey the scene.

Tilenna/

She was half covered by mud and water, and her head was under. She cant breathe ....Before he had reached the body, Teroenza knew the truth. He cradled the massive head as best he could in his weak arms, try-ing to find a spark of life in his mate, but she was gone. Kamaran had taken a hit in the arm, and his tan uni-form was covered with dark brown smears. And there was Ganar Tos, Teroenzas majordomo, making his way through the milling soldiers, pausing for a moment at the mud fringe, then plunging right in.

My Lord Teroenza, he cried, his weak old human voice barely more than a croak. Its terrible. All over the planet, assassins are killing our Priests! Weve had reports from Colonies Two, Three, Five, and Nine. Offworld communication has been cut. Oh, sir! Ird Veratil... and Tilenna! Sir, what can we do? He wrung his hands distractedly. Sir, this is the end. There can be no more Exultations. What shall we do? Teroenza snorted heavily, trying to think. Was this Durga work? No, it couldnt be; the Besadii enterprise depended on the tlanda Til. Who was responsible for this? And what should he do now? Jalus Nebl entered the Ylesian atmosphere with great care, watching for storm cells, and staying in constant touch with the Rebel assault shuttles that were fol-lowing him. He was a lead ship, and well aware of his responsibility. Shuttle Three, he said into his comm unit, in his squeaky Basic, watch yourself. Youre drift-ing too far to port. Storm cell 311 is headed in your di-rection. The ionization from those lightning storms will mess up your instrumentation. Increase speed and close up. This is Shuttle Three, we copy, Dream of Freedom. They were flying through thick clouds now, and the Dream was buffeted by high winds. Darkness sur-rounded them. They were flying toward the sun, but they would not reach daylight before they landed.

The Sulhistan checked his instruments. Tighten for-mat ion, he ordered. All ships, tighten formation. He saw the running lights of his starboard wingman for a moment, then the clouds blotted them out. They were being slammed by gusts, and the clouds were so thick that Nebl didnt even bother to glance at his viewscreen. Instruments-only flying. Rain and hail and electrical storms raged nearby, lighting the inky clouds in actinic flashes. Nebl followed the progress of his for-mation on his tactical sensors. It had been ten years since Nebl had flown through the Ylesian atmosphere, but he was surprised how it all came back to him. He was leading half the Rebel ships assigned to Colony One in, and Han Solo was leading the other half in the Millennium Falcon. Han had taken his Sullustan friend for a brief tour of his ship yesterday, and the two pilots had caught up on old times while Nebl enjoyed watching Hah show off his pride and joy.

Nebl spotted another storm cell, pointed it out to his formation, and then sent his ship swooping down, auto-matically checking his landing vector. His assigned landing spot was directly in the middle of the Colony One compound. He was carrying a squad of troops, and their assignment was to secure the andris factory.

As he flew, Nebl could hear the Assault Commander aboard the transport Liberator, reporting on the fieets progress. The Rebel forces had taken the Ylesian space station, having met heavier resistance than expected, but they were now reporting in that it was secured.

Nebl stayed in close touch as he led his formation down, down. He was tracking the storm cells so the more inexperienced pilots wouldnt have to. In theory at least, if they followed Nebl lead, theyd be able to con-centrate on their piloting as opposed to their navigation. They were almost down below the heaviest cloud layer now. Colony One was still in darkness, though dawn would arrive in about an hour. Nebl noticed that his rightmost shuttle was falling behind, and quickly es-tablished contact. Assault Shuttle Six, youre falling behind. What happening?

Having trouble with a stabilizer, the young pilots voice was strained. Ive got my eopilot working on it. Formation, reduce speed. We dont want to lose Shuttle Six, Nebl ordered. Obediently, they reduced speed. The next-voice Nebl heard over the comm was Han Solo. Hey, Nebl, what gives? Youre slowing.

The Sullustan explained the problem. Well, I dont want to go in ahead of you, so Ill drop back, too, Han said. The Falcon and her ships slowed, falling back, leaving Nebl, as planned, still in the lead. Both groups were still in good formation when they dropped below the cloud cover, and saw the nighttime lights of Colony One. Nebl was in the lead, and hed re-positioned Shuttle Six so it was now beside him, so he could nursemaid the Rebel pilot down. Nebls other ships were flying half a ship length behind the Dream and Six as they swooped toward their assigned landing coordinates. Nebl had almost no warning. One second he was heading for his landing coordinates, everything fine, and the next his sensors suddenly blatted out a warning. Glancing down, Jalus Nebl saw that hed been targeted---by a heavy turbolaser!

What? he thought blankly. WhereThe explosion was so massive, so all-consuming, that poor Nebl never even had time to realize hed been hit.

Hah Solo watched with horror as Dream of Freedom and Assault Shuttle Six were simply eradicated by two blasts from a ground-mounted heavy turbolaser. The turbolaser blasted again, and two other shuttles per-formed frantic evasive maneuvers that caused them to run straight into a treacherous wind-shear. Their stubby wings impacted, and then, flaming, they hurtled down toward the jungle. Fireballs painted the darkness with crimson, marking the crash sites.

Han was frozen with shock for a half-second. A turbolaser/ Whered that come from? Then he checked his position, and those of the ships in formation with him, and began his own evasive. At the same time he activated his comm, shouting, Formations One and Two-veer offl Bria, order your ships to their alternate landing sites! Veer off! They got a heavy turbolaser down there! Nebl bought it!

Without waiting for a response, Han swooped the Falcon up on her side and changed his approach vector-and not a moment too soon. A wash of fatal green energy streaked toward his ship, narrowly miss-ing her belly. Hah saw a damage control warning light up on his board, and realized the shot had knocked out the extension and retraction controls on his new re-tractable blaster. The close brush had also managed to fry the terrain-following sensors. He swore, even as Chewie howled. Hah heard shouts from Jarik, who was in the ventral gun turret and mustve gotten a spectacu-lar-and terrifying-view of the blast. Too close for comfort!

He peeled away, accelerating to get well out of the range of the turbolaser. None of the other ships was hit, thankfully.

The alternate landing sites were on the beach, more than two kilometers from the center of Colony One. Han brought the Falcon in for a landing, setting her down on the hard-packed sand, not far from the break-ers. He sat there for a second, just breathing hard, en-veloped by the Ylesian darkness. He kept his lights on, so none of the other pilots would be tempted to land on top of him. To his fight as he sat in the cockpit, were the dunes, and, beyond them, the mudfiats and Colony One. To his left was the Zoma Gawonga, which, in Huttese, meant Western Ocean. Behind and before him stretched the beach, and already other ships were settling into place. Leaving Chewie to finish up their post-landing checks, Han keyed his comm. Shuttle One, this is the Falcon. Bria, this is Han. Come in, Shuttle One.

A crackle of static, then her voice. Han let out a sigh of relief. Hed lost track of formation a bit back there, and, while he thought Shuttle One wasnt one of the ships hit, he hadnt been positive until now. Han, I read you. Shuttle One landing now, alternate site. Im going to deploy my troops for the ground at-tack. Well go in over the dunes. My squad will head through the jungle for the compound. Im coming with you, Han said. Dont go without me.

Copy, Falcon. She hesitated. Han, we need to se-cure the Admin Building. Can you take care of dis-patching the Togorian squad?

Han knew she was thinking about the Treasure Room. The plan all along had been for Muuurgh, who knew the layout and the jungle, to lead his squad of Togorians in there. But now theyd have to go a lot farther....

Right, he said. Ill do that.

Han went back to the lounge, where the Togorians were unstrapping, checking the charges in their weap-ons, and commenting to each other about rough rides. They wanted to know why all the stomach-churning aerial acrobatics. Han spent a minute explaining, then went on to tell Muuurgh, Mrrov, Sarrah and the other Togorians that theyd landed much farther from their target than anticipated. This will be tougher than we originally planned, Han said. Youre going to have to make about a two-kilometer hike through the jungle.

Muuurgh stood up, careful not to whack his head in the cramped surroundings of the Falcons lounge. Do not worry, Hah, he said. Muuurgh will lead the way through the jungle to the Administration Building. Muuurgh hunted all around Colony One, and Muuurgh remembers terrain well. Han pulled on his infrared goggles and his light hel-met, picked up his weapons, then he and Chewbacca followed the Togorian squad down the ramp. Han watched their bright yellow images make their way up the beach. He pushed up his goggles, and was instantly engulfed in complete darkness. The Togorians had van-ished like shadows into the surrounding blackness. The Corellian took a deep breath of the late-night air, and the smell of the Ylesian ocean brought back a rush of memories. Chewie, he said, stay sharp. This world can be a real pit. Good thing it aint rainin, for once. He tapped his goggles. You need a pair of these, pal?

Chewie shook his head, affirming that Wookiee night-sight was far superior to human vision. He could see fine and didnt need goggles.

When Han turned to go up the landing ramp, Lando and Jarik came trooping down it. Like Han, they were carrying heavy blaster rifles and wearing helmets with infrared goggles. They stood together at the bottom, watching the Rebel soldiers assembling from the shut-tles. Most of the landing vehicles were down now.

So... where do you guys think youre goin? Han asked.

To find some action, Jarik said. I aint missing this! The youth clutched his blaster rifle, bouncing on his toes, obviously excited at the chance to take part in his first ground assault. Han had always figured hed let Jarik stay in the ship. Safer that way. Wait a minute, he said. The Togori-ans are gone to capture the Admin Building. Me and Chewie are headin out with Bria. If you guys go lookin for action, then who gonna guard the Falcon?

Lock it and activate the security systems, Jarik said.

Nobody gonna get inside unless you let em, Han.

Lando gestared at the beach. The last Rebel and smuggler ships were coming in for a landing. Wont Bria post a rear guard to watch the ships?

Han glared at the gambler. Lando suddenly realized he was being a bit dense, and shut up. Smugglers were pouring out of their vessels now, and several of the captains were plainly not happy. Han braced himself as Kaj Nedmak and Arly Bron stormed up to him, along with several other smugglers and pri-vateers he didnt know. Solo, what do you think youre doing, leading us straight into a turbolaser? Bron de-manded. I nearly lost my engines!

Han shrugged and spread his hands. Hey, it not my

fault! I didnt know! I almost got fried myselff

Just then, Bria approached, with Jace Paol, her sec-ond-in-command. It not Han fault, she said to the unhappy crowd. I am going to have a word with the Bothans, though. They were supposed to have done the recon necessary for this mission. Unless that turbo-laser was just installed, they should have pinpointed it before now.

More grumbling from the assembled captains. Bria held up her hand for quiet. Dont worry, youll get what coming to you, she said, her voice and eyes hard and full of authority. Just stay here on the beach until we have the compound secured. Or... anyone who en-joys a fight is welcome to tag along. Most of the smuggler and privateer captains shook their heads and walked away, but one or two decided to go in with the Rebels-probably to make sure they got to earmark the best spice in the warehouse for them-selves. Han looked at Bria. Chewie and me are goin with you, he said. Jace Paol spoke up, Commander, request permis-sion to take my squad in and knock out that turbolaser. Were going to need to land more shuttles later on, and we cant, with that thing blasting ships out of the sky.

Bria nodded. Permission granted, Lieutenant. Take a demo team with you. Take out the laser, and if it cant be salvaged, destroy it.

Right, Commander.

Jarik Solo here. Id like to go, Jarik spoke up to Paol. That laser nearly singed my rear. Id like a chance to be in on taking it down.

Paol nodded at the young man. Glad to have you.

Han caught Lando eye and jerked his head at Jarik. Lando sighed, then stepped forward. Count me in, too, Lieutenant. Im Lando Calrissian. Glad to have you, Calrissian.

Han waved at his friends as they staed off down the-beach with Paol squadron. He watched as Bria gave fi-nal orders to the troops who would remain behind as rear guard for the ships on the beach. Then he and Chewie started up the beach with Bria and her troops. Her comlink chirped, and she turned it up so she could hear. Han listened to the voice of the Assault Commander, Blevon, up on the Liberator. Rainbow One to all stations, we have multiple reports of heavy resistance. Be on the alert. Bria glanced at Han, then at her chrono. All forces have landed. Were running behind. She muted the comlink so it was just a distant mutter of commanders reporting in, then broke into a jog. Hah and the squads ran after her.

The infrared goggles took some getting used to. Hah nearly tripped over beach drift, and once he got tangled in a bunch of thorny sand-grass and got thoroughly scratched. Chewie obligingly lifted him up bodily, free-ing him. His skin stinging, Han warned the others be-hind him. Been a long time, he reflected, scrambling behind Bria up the dune, clutching the heavy A280 rifle. Sand sifted and fell around him, and the footing was treach-erous. The last time hed done something like this was not a pleasant memory....

Bria was the first to reach the top. She flattened her-self, waving caution with a hand-signal to her followers. Han wasnt expecting any fire-after all, they were not even in sight of the compound-but caution in battle was always a good thing. He dropped to his belly and wriggled up beside her, with Chewie right behind him. Sand sifted down his open collar, making him itch. He couldnt spare the time to scratch, though.

Together, Han, the Wookiee and Bria eased up the last half-meter and peered over the top of the duneand nearly got the tops of their heads blown off. Repeating blaster fire hammered them, turning some of the sand to glass instantly, spraying them with minus-cule hot particles that stung like insects.

Chewie howled as he, Han and Bria threw them-selves fiat, covering, until the fire ceased. The Rebel commander took a sensor reading and looked at Han, her face a yellowish blur with white lips against the var-ied greens of the infrared. He could see her frown be-neath the masking goggles. Han. . . Im detecting at least twenty energy signatures out there, waiting for us. Whoever these guys are, theyre not a bunch of Gamorreans.

Han stared at her. That and the turbolaser...

Yeah. She thumbed her comlink to transmit. Rainbow One, this is Red One. We took turbolaser fire as we landed and changed to our alternate landing site. Were on the ground with moderate casualties. Four ships lost-three shuttles, one friend. Friend Han knew, was the agreed-upon code for a smuggler or privateer ship. Encountering heavy resistance, but continuing our assault. The voice of Assault Command came back. Rain-bow One copies, Red One. Do you need White One? Blevon was asking whether Bria needed reserves from the Liberator.

She keyed her link. Negative, Rainbow One. The reserves cant land while that turbolaser is still up. Were working on it. Red One out.

Rainbow One, Blevon acknowledged her, and then was quiet.

Bria switched frequencies to her inter-squad chan-nel. Jace, this is Bria. Have you sneaked a look over those dunes yet?

I did, Paols voice was grim. Who are those guys? I dont know, Bria said. But theyre obviously pro-fessionMs. You circle around through the jungle and come down the mudfiats from the north. Ill go through the jungle and come up from the South. Well catch them in a crossfire. Copy, Paol said. You would make me crawl through the mud.

Bria laughed grimly, and broke the connection.

It took Han and Bria team nearly ten minutes to make their way far enough down the beach so they could be sure to be shielded by the jungle. They went up and over the dunes, then down again, into the jungle. Hah followed Chewie lead as they slogged through rotting vegetation. His nose wrinkled at the smell, and Chewbacca whined protestingly. Wookiees had a much more acute sense of smell than humans. Sweating and slipping through the muck underfoot, Hah wished hed worn boots with more traction.

Finally, they reached the edge of the cleared area. Brias sensors confirmed that their targets were just ahead. They crouched in the jungle and her comlink chirped softly. She turned the volume up. ... receiving multiple reports of heavy resistance. Green One reports confirmation that some professionals for a merc outfit calling itself Nova Force, have been captured. Rainbow One out. Nova Force? Mercenaries? Han looked at Bria.

Oh, great! Howd they get here? She shrugged.

Hah scowled. And I told the smugglers and priva-teers this was going to be a piece of cake!

Hah listened tensely as she checked in with Jace Paol. Everything was in place .... Han pulse was racing. He swallowed, and his saliva tasted metallic. You ready, pal? he whispered to Chewie, who was checking the charge in his bowcaster. Hrrrrnnnnnn!

Han checked the charge in his blaster rifle, even though he knew it was full. Finally Bria nodded, and together, the squad wrig-gled out of the jungle, crawling along cropped vegeta-tion, their hands and knees digging into the muck. It had rained recently, of course . . . this was Ylesia. Hans fingers encountered permacrete. A landing field or road... it hadnt been there ten years ago. Bria counted down seconds with Paol, thenFire!

Hah rose to his knees, sighted with his goggles, and saw a dim shape wearing an unfamiliar helmet, yellow marking body heat. He fired.

The waning night exploded into blaster fire, choked-off screams and battle cries. Still firing, Han and Chew-bacca moved forward with Brias troops. The soldier to his left went down. He glanced at her, saw a black hole where her face had been, whiffed charred meat, and kept going. Moments later, as the enemy fire stuttered out and died, Bria yelled for cease-fire. Han and Chewie ap-proached, seeing the scattered bodies before them. Bria nudged one with her toe as Jace Paol, as smeared with mud as a tlanda Til after a wallow, approached. Look at that emblem on the sleeve, she said. An ex-ploding star. And look at their armor and equipment. ProfessionMs, all right. She counted bodies. Twenty.

There are probably more manning the turbolaser.

She and Han looked across the compound. In the pre-dawn darkness, they could make out the tower with the turbolaser atop it. Good thing they cant swing that thing down to hit targets on the ground, Han said. Or wed be cooked.

Jarik and Lando came up and the four friends stood off to the side as Bria ordered a few members of her squads to assist the wounded back to the ships, and to salvage the Nova Force weapons. Remember, people, she said, we are taking it all. If it can be re-used, sal-vage it. They nodded.

Hah looked at Lando and Jarik, crusted with mud, and shook his head. Lando, if Drea Renthal could see you now...

Chewie began laughing.

Shut up, Han. You too, Chewbacca, the gambler said, flicking fastidiously at his ruined clothes. Luckily for him, hed donned rough clothing in preparation for the nights work. I dont want to hear it. I havent been this dirty since... well, its a long story.

Han chuckled, and looked at Jarik. So... howd you do, kid?

Jarik nodded. Pretty good, I think, Han. I got at least two of em.

Han clapped him on the shoulder. Great. Well make a warrior out of you, yet. Jariks teeth flashed white in his mud-blackened face. As soon as the wounded were taken away by medics, Bria keyed her comlink, then ordered her waiting troops to advance on the double. Lets take that com-pound! Advance in squads! Demo teams, be ready!

She turned up the volume on the comlink, and they heard Rainbow One; this is Green Two. Im assuming command here. Green One is down.

Rainbow One copies, Green Two. Whatg your status?

Almost done here. Just mopping up. Expect to have the target secure in five minutes. Bria made a face. Were running behind. She clicked on. Rainbow One, this is Red One. Front line resistance has been detit with. Bringing up reinforce-ments, and advancing into the compound. Red One, status on that turbolaser?

Rainbow One, I have two squads preparing to deal with that now. Red One o ut. Rainbow One... out. Han and Chewie watched Paol group as they headed off through the jungle to come at the turbolaser crew from the east. Then they were busy, advancing with Brias troops into the compound. They met scat-tered resistance from Ylesian guards, which, for the most part, they dealt with easily... as theyd expected to. The night was no longer silent, even when the guns were quiet. The moans and pleas of the wounded, yells for assistance, plus assorted shouted alien words .... As they advanced, Bria squads kept reporting in

Red Hand Leader, Squad Three rporting. Andris Factory secured. Demo teams are moving in. Red Hand Leader, Squad Six reporting. Welcome Center secured. Demo team has been summoned. Red Hand Leader, Squad Seven, we are moving in on the dormitory. It is under guard by the mercs... but there are only about six of them. Not expecting any trouble .... Red Hand Leader, Squad Two reporting. Were moving into position to take that turbolaser. Estimate attack will commence in... five minutes.

Han and Chewie stayed close by Brias side, as the three guarded each others backs. Bursts of blaster fire echoed through the compound, mixed with screams, Gamorrean grunts and squeals, and alien wails. Han figured that there were probably a platoons worth of mercenaries-thirty to forty troopers, all told. The Nova Force soldiers were truly professional. They, fought bravely and well until it was obvious that defeat was inevitable, then they surrendered. They were fight-ing for credits, not a cause, and it made sense to live and fight another day.

Once a crazed Pilgrim toting a scavenged blaster pis-tol came leaping out of the shadows and nearly winged Bria. Han shot the female Bothan down, killing her-he was rushed, and had no time to aim for a disabling shot. Bria stared down at the Pilgrim in horror, and for a mo-ment Han thought he saw tears in her eyes. Honey... he said. There was nothing else I could do ....

I know, she gave him a wan smile. Itk hard, though, having them attack you when youre trying to help them.

Hah patted her shoulder consolingly. She took out her comlink in response to a chirp from Assault Com-mand and heard the ID Rainbow One.

A minute crawled by. Bria motioned her squad to fall in behind her. Then the AC channel spoke again, an outwardly calm voice that carried an undercurrent of strain Rainbow One, this is Blue One. I need some help here!

Blevonk voice was fiat Blue One, say your status. Thirty percent casualties, and theyve got us pinned down with repeating blasters, at least two of them. One in the warehouse, the other in the dormitory. I need White One.

Blue One, this is White One. I can drop two pla-toons in three minutes. Where do you want them? Why dont you take the warehouse? Put one platoon north, just on the south side of Hill Three-One. Land the other in the jungle to the east, and hit them from the side. Ill take the dormitory. Sounds good to me, Blue One. White One out.

Blue One out.

Bria looked over at the turbolaser. The first flush of dawn was brightening the sky. Jace should be moving in any moment ....

As if her words had been a signal, the area around the turbolaser erupted with blaster fire, shouts, screams and the sounds of at least two grenades launching. Ex-plosions filled the air. Bria waited a few tense seconds, then activated her link. Squad Two, report! Are you in? Have you got it?

No reply. Han and Chewie looked at each other tensely as they sheltered beside the glitterstim factory. One of Brias troops came trotting around from the rear of the building. Were .all secured, Commander. Ive called for a demo team.

She nodded distractedly. Good work, Skkot. Squad Two, this is Red Hand Leader. Report, please. Whats happening?

Silence for ten endless heartbeats, then suddenly they heard the channel click. Red Hand Leader, Squad Two. It was Jace Paols voice. The troops around Han and Chewie grinned and gave a low cheer. Weve got it, but we have people down. Send the medics. Out.

Bria hastfly called in backup for Squad Two, then summoned in the medics shuttle, telling them it was safe to fly into the compound.

She called into her comlink. Squad Eight, how are you Togorians doing? A voice came over the comlink, speaking accented but understandable Basic. Mrrov here. The building is almost secured, Bria. We are going to have to search the jungle for snipers, though. Some of the guards managed to get away. There are some ships landed up here, mostly small shuttles, but one big one. We have the ships under guard. Its possible some of the guards may try to escape. Bria addressed the comlink. Great going, Mrrov. I bet you people made short work out of those Gamorreans.

Mrrov growled an amused laugh.

Bria switched channels, just in time to hear Red One, this is Rainbow One. Say your status. Bria had just opened her mouth to reply when blaster fire erupted from the center of the compound, aimed at them. Bria, Hah, Chewie and the other squad members, dropped, covering against the wall. Han spat out a mouthful of mud, and wished he could rinse his mouth out with the water from the flask on his hip. But he didnt want to chance moving.

Cover me, people! Bria yelled Over her shoulder,

then she began worming her way forward. Han and Chexvie were right behind her. Blaster fire began whanging past, over their heads.

She turned, glanced back, saw him. Stay back! she hissed. I can handle this. I know you can, Han yelled. I just want to watch! For the first time ever, he heard her swear. She took careful aim with her blaster rifle, then, when the target came up from behind a vehicle, squeezed off a round. The guard went down and lay motionless.

Good shooting! Hah applauded.

Together, they ran back into cover with the troops.

Bria spotted the comlink shed dropped, picked it up.

Red One, this is Rainbow One; say your status, Blevons voice was still calm. Bria was calm, but a little winded. This is Red One. The turbolaser has been knocked out, and we hold most of the factories. Were attacking the warehouse and dor-mitory right now. Should be done in ten minutes. Understood, Red One. Will you need White One? I dont think so, Rainbow One. Were beating them.

Rainbow One copies.

They waited, listening tensely. Then . . . Rainbow One, this is Gld One. Objective secure. Rainbow One... copy that.

A minute later, they heard, Rainbow One, this is Or-ange One. Target is secured. Rainbow One. Copy that.

The other commanders from all the colonies except Colony Three reported in, one by one. By that time, Bria had checked in with all her people. Rainbow One, she said. This is Red One. Report target is se-cure here.

Rainbow One, copy that.

We still havent heard from Colony Three, Bria said, worriedly. Theyre the ones who needed backup. Hope everythings okay....

As if in answer to her concern, a different voice spoke up. Rainbow One, this is White One, reporting from Colony Three. Target is secure.

Blevon said, Acknowledged, White One. Wheres Blue One?

The new voice was bleak. Shes dead.

Bria looked up. Well, thats it. Ylesia is ours, gentles, except for mopping up. Lets call in those ships. Han turned to Chewbacca and pulled the WooBee aside. Chewie, I need you to do something right now, he said.

Arhnnnn?

Weve got this area secured, but it sounds like Mrrov and Muuurgh could use some help up in the Admin Building. Where the Treasure Room is. I want you to check on em, make sure theyve got it secured, give em a hand if they need it. Your night vision is about as good as a Torgorians, and if theyre chasin some of those guards through the jungle, you could be a big help, and you know it. Hrrrrrhhhhh! Chewbacca, as usual, took a dim view of being separated from his partner. Come on! Han said. Im worried that some of those guards might break in and start stealin Teroenzas collection! Thats our stuff, remember?

Chewie grumbled, but his resistance was weakening. Listen up, furball, Han snapped, I dont have time to argue. I trust Muuurgh and Mrrov, but I dont know those other Togorians. And all it would take is one busy guard who managed to break in. So you help Muuurgh and Mrrov secure the place, make sure the Treasure Room is still locked up, and come straight back. Shouldnt take you half an hour. You remember the lo-cation of the Treasure Room on that plan I sketched for you? H rrrrrrnnnnnnnn...

Good. Get your furry butt in gear.

Chewbacca was not happy, but the Wookiee de-parted without further argument. By now, ships were dropping from the pink-tinged sky like metal rain, landing in the center of the compound.

Han was just taking a swig of water from his flask when a dark figure ran toward him. Han pushed up his goggles, squinted in the wan pre-dawn light, and real-ized it was Lando. Even before he saw the gamblers face, Han knew something was wrong. He hurried toward his friend. Han... its Jarik. Kid took a hit ....He isnt going to make it. Hes calling for you. Blast! Together, they ran.

Lando led him over to the temporary aid station the medics had set up, then pointed to a stretcher. Han walked over, looked down, and recognized Jariks unruly hair-and that was practically all. The young mans face was a scorched, reddened horror. At first Han thought he was dead, then he saw that Jarik was still breathing. He looked up hopefully at the nearest medic. The Alderaanian shook her head grimly, mouthed, Sorry.

Hey . . . Jarik . . . can you hear me? Hah took the grimy hand in his, grasped it firmly. Kid . . . its Han .... Jarik no longer had much in the way of eyelids, and Han knew he must be blind. But he turned his head slightly, and his mouth moved. Han...

Dont try to talk . . . youre gonna be fine. Theyll pop you in a bacta tank, and youll be chasin girls and shootin Imps in no time.

A faint thread of expelled air, and Han recognized it as the ghost of a laugh. Liar.... Han... got... to... tell you.

Han swallowed. Yeah? Im listenin...

Name... my name... it aint... Solo. Lied to

yOU.

Han cleared his throat. Yeah, I know, kid. Thats okay. I give it to you. Far as Im concerned, you earned it long ago.

You... knew?

Sure. Ive known from the beginning, Jarik.

The lax fingers tightened once, and then released. Han leaned over, checked for a pulse, then gently re-leased his grip and stood up. His eyes were stinging, and it took him a second to regain control. The medic bustled by, and Han grabbed her sleeve. HeS gone. Wheres his ID? She handed him a corn-chip. Han took it, then keyed in, Jarik Solo, under the name of deceased field. The medic called for help, and two labor-droids trundled forward. Han watched as they efficiently wrapped the dead youth in the sheet, then carried him over to the row of bodies laid out neatly on the ground.

Before he could turn away, they were putting an-other wounded Rebel onto the stretcher. Water... the woman croaked. Han took out his flask. Youre gonna be okay, he said, as he helped her to drink. Dont worry.

The woman drank thirstily. Thanks ....she slumped back onto the stretcher. Thats okay, Han said. Whats your name?

Lyndelah Jenwald .... she muttered, and winced.

My arm hurts ....

Well get you some help, Hah promised, and went in search of a medic. Satisfied that Jenwald was getting the attention she needed, he left the aid station and joined Lando, who looked at him sadly. Han, Im sorry. I tried to look after him, but they launched a grenade and I had to hit dirt, and the next thing I knew... the gambler broke off, shaking his head. Han nodded. I know what its Like. There wasnt anything you coulda done, Lando. Dont beat yourself up. Hah took a deep breath. He was a good kid.

Ye--Lando broke off as both humans heard a familiar roar. Han hastily waved at Lando and went run-ning away from the aid station toward Chewbacca.

The Wookiee, seeing that Han was still unharmed, grabbed Hans shoulder and ruffled his hair in a Wook-iee greeting. Han took a deep breath. Chewie, pal, he said, brace yourself. Jarik bought it. The Wooldee stared at him for a moment, then threw back his head and voiced a roar of mingled rage and grief. Han silently echoed his friends distress. Chewbacca pulled Han out of the way, began gestur-ing and growling emphatically. Mrrov? Han said. Wounded? She gonna make it? Chewie wasnt sure, but he thought so.

I gotta go find Muuurgh, Han said. Tell you what, Chewie, you go get the Falcon, fly her over to that apron by the Admin Building. , Then well be ready to load er up.

Chewie nodded and loped away. In moments his tall form was lost to view amid the hurrying troops, dodging between the parked shuttles and tramp freighters.

Hah looked back for Lando, but his friend was gone. He went back to the aid station, asked wherethe Togo-rians were being cared for. The medic he questioned didnt know. It took three tries for Han to find out.

Finally, he was directed to another auxiliary aid sta-tion, where most of the non-humanoids were being treated. Hah saw Muuurgh huge black shape crouch-ing beside a pallet, and hurried over. Hey, Muuurgh!

The Togorian turned at the sound his voice, then leaped up and grabbed Hah in a fierce hug. Muuurgh is glad to see Han Solo. They are taking us up now, and MuUurgh did not wish to go without saying farewell.

Hah looked down.at Mrrov. A bandage covered half her head. What happened? Muuurgh and Mrrov were on guard at the landing field, and three Gamorreans rushed us. She took two hits from a force-pike before Muuurgh tore her attackers throat out. Oh, hey, pal... Im so sorry ....Han said. Shes gonna be okay, isnt she? She has lost the eye, Muuurgh said. And medic says perhaps her hand must come off. He does not know. But she will live. And she will take pride in know-ing that the slaves are free, the Priests are dead. Han nodded, and couldnt think of anything to say. The medics approached with an anti-gray pallet, and loaded the wounded Togorian femme onto it. Han walked with Muuurgh to the medical shuttle, watched as Mrrov was loaded in, and gave Muuurgh a last, silent hug goodbye. After watching the shuttle lift off, Hah turned back toward the big spice warehouse, figuring that was where hed find Bria. Seeing Jace Paol hurrying by, Han asked the lieutenant where she was. Paol jerked a thumb back at the Pilgrims dormitory. Hah jogged over that way, then paused, midway between the warehouse and the dormitory.

Rebel troops were herding Pilgrims out of the dorm, and the dazed, frightened slaves were plainly on the verge of panic. Bria stood before them, a microphone in her hand, and addressed them. Listen to me!

she called. The Priests are all dead! You are free now, and weve come to help you? They killed the Priests? one old man shouted, and began to sob. Wails and moans filled the air. Just get on these shuttles quickly! Bria said. We have medics and medications to help you feel better. We can cure you!

The crowd grew increasingly restive. Another mo-ment and there will be a riot, Hah thought, uneasily. It was obvious that Bria wasnt getting through to them at all.

We want Exultation! one shouted, and the next

moment, they were all chanting and waving their fists in

the air. We want Exultation/

Bria waved at the shuttles. Just get on the shuttles!

Well help you!

We want Exultation!

The crowd surged forward, and Bria, with a dis-gusted air, signaled her troops. They opened fire with stun beams, and Pilgrims began collapsing in droves.

Having been stunned a few times himself, Han body ached in sympathy for the Pilgrims, and he was a bit shocked by Bria ruthlessness in ordering her troops to simply shoot the slaves. But there wasnt much point in saying anything about it, he decided. As he stood there hesitating, watching the labor droids begin loading limp Pilgrims into the shuttles, Bria turned away and saw him. Hah waved, and she ran toward him. He grabbed her, hugged her fiercely, so relieved that theyd both made it through alive. Jarik? she asked.

Han shook his head. No, he said. He didnt make it.

Oh, Han... Im so sorry!

Wrapping his arms around Bria, Hah held her close, kissed her, and felt her kiss him back. They stood wrapped together in the midst of chaos.

Finally, she pulled away, and said, It time to head for the Admin Building. Weve got to see to the Trea-sure Room.

Han nodded. Chewie got the Falcon up there by now, ready to load her up, he said, looking around. The sun was up by now, and the scene before him was orga-nized chaos with Rebel troops everywhere. Bria tugged at him, but Han didnt move. Where Lando? he asked. He was here a few minutes ago. Did he go to pick up his share of the spice? Come on! she urged.

Han looked over at the warehouse, figuring that Lando would probably be right there, waiting to get his share. He spotted him, and took a step toward the warehouse, only to have Bria pull him back. No!

Come on, we have to go!

Han eyes narrowed. There something funny go-ing on in there, he said. He could see Lando, and Arly Bron and Kaj Nedmak and about six other smuggler captains standing there, near the open doorway of the Warehouse. Just . . . standing there. Not moving. Han looked at Lando, and Lando looked back, but the gam-bler didnt move. Come on!

Hah started toward the warehouse, then stopped in surprise and dismay. Now he could see what was resting beside the door, covering the smugglers. A heavy re-peating blaster on its tripod, with a Rebel soldier stand-ing behind it. And posted at intervals, three additional Rebel guards-all with their weapons trained on the smugglers.

What in blazes is going on? Han demanded, swing-ing around to confront Bria. What are you doing? She bit her lip. I hoped you wouldnt find out, she said. It would have been easier. Han, I got my orders last night. There something really big going on, and we need every credit we can scrape up. Everyone is going to have to make sacrifices. The smuggler captains are being held hostage for a little while. Their crews are be-ing allowed to pick up the unprocessed spice... but we have to take the prime stuff. We need it, Han. Im sorry, but I dont have any choice.

Han mouth dropped open, and he glanced back over his shoulder to see other smugglers glaring at him. Oh, blast! he thought. They think I was in on this from the beginning!

What was he to do now? Give up his own share in the Treasure Room, to side with the smugglers? Most of them wouldnt lift a finger to help him out, if their posi-tions were reversed, Han knew that. Besides . . . he didnt know any of them that well.

Except Lando...

Han shook his head and looked at Bria. Honey, why didnt you tell me what you were planning? Because you would never have gone along with it, she said.

But Lando is my friend. Han shrugged. The rest of em... I barely know. But Lando... Come on, she said. Your share of the Treasure Room is yours to do with as you please. If you feel bad, give Lando his share later.

Han thought that over, and then sighed. Ill make it up w you, Lancb, he thought. The Corellian shrugged mentally as he walked away with Bria, leaving the smugglers behindl I cbmt like ths . . . but what else can I do?

He reflected that it was a good thing that Chewie wasnt here. The Wooldee had an overactive conscience ....

When Han and Bria reached the Admin Building, they found Chewie waiting for them, and the Falcon on the apron. Chewie demanded to know where Lando was, and Han hesitated. Hes going back with Arly, he said, a fter a second.

Fortunately, Chewie was too taken up with the Trea-sure Room to notice Hans discomfiture. Han had picked up a small thermal detonator from the Rebel arsenal, and it was the work of a moment to blow the door.

He stepped inside, and stood there in shock. Most of

the shelves were already stripped bare. WhaTeroenza mustve been getting ready to clear out! Bria exclaimed, pointing. Look, its already boxed up for us!

The big rear cargo door of the Treasure Room stood ajar, as though some of the treasure had already been loaded but Han didnt see a ship out there. He figured that Teroenza had summoned a ship, only to fall prey to the assassins yesterday. All right! he shouted, and swung Bria around. Thank you, Teroenza!

He gave her a short but passionate kiss, then turned

back to regard the boxes of booty. Okay, well need a

repulsor-lift dolly, he said. Theres one aboard the

Falcon. Chewie, you-Dont move, Solo, came a voice from the past. Han froze as Teroenza crawled out from where hed been concealed behind the white jade fountain. The High Priest had a blaster rifle in his hand, and his eyes held a mad glitter that told Han there was no way to talk his way out of this one. Hands raised, the Priest directed. Han, Chexvie and Bria all put their hands up. Han glanced at the oth-ers, trying frantically to think of a way to get out of this. But Teroenza had the drop on them but good

....

I shall enjoy this, Bria Tharen and Hah Solo, Teroenza said. I have summoned a pilot, and he is coming to collect me from Colony Four. I shall be free of this wretched world... and I shall have my treasure. I shall miss my mate, but, on the whole, not a bad bar-gain. Perhaps Desilijic can use my services .... Hey, Hah said, Jabbas a friend of mine. You kill me, he wont take it kindly. Teroenza laughed wheezily. Hutts do not have friends, he said. Farewell, Solo. Pointing the blaster at Han, Teroenzas small, stubby finger began to tighten on the trigger. Han shut his eyes. He heard the sound of the blasters whineand he felt nothing. No pain. No searing heat. After a prolonged moment, Han heard the sound of a body fall with a loud thud. He shot Bria instead of me! he thought, and opened his eyes.

But the body on the floor belonged to Teroenza. There was a huge, gaping hole where the Priests bul-bous left eye had been.

Han stared wildly, wondering if hed gone mad and was imagining all this. Whatk going on? Beside him, Bria gasped.

Han watched as Boba Fett stepped out of a dim cor-ner of the room, his blaster rifle held in his arms. Oh, great! he thought. Now Fett will just kill us all! The bounty hunter kept them all covered as he walked to Teroenzas huge form, and then knelt on one knee. Keeping them covered with the blaster rifle with one hand, Fett used a vibro-saw with the other. The lit-tle instrument whirred, slicing easily through flesh and bone as Fett carefully cut off Teroenzas horn. Hank head was whirling with shock. Finally the bounty hunter rose to his feet again, and then began backing slowly away, the grisly trophy tucked under his arm.

Han couldnt help it. Youre leaving? he blurted. Did Boba Fetts mechanical voice hold a slight under-current of amusement? Han couldnt decide if he was imagining it. Thatk right, the bounty hunter said. The Priest is a Priority bounty. Im not here for you.

And, having reached the opening in the wall, Boba Fett backed through it and vanished as suddenly as hed appeared.

Hans mouth dropped open, and he felt light-headed with relief. Bria! he yelled, and grabbed her again. The three shouted and celebrated for a long mo-ment, in the deserted Treasure Room. Han headed off to the Falcon to get the repulsor dolly. When he returned, they spent several minutes or-ganizing the boxes for efficient loading.

Suddenly a Rebel assault shuttle settled down on the permacrete beside the Falcon. Han stared at it in sur-prise as Jace Paol and a squad of Rebels disembarked. Bria . . . he said, hey, whatk going on? This is our treasure. Were taking it, and were going away in the Falcon... right? Together... right? He looked at her, and she stared back at him. She bit her lip and didnt answer. Han felt a cold knot settle into his stomach. Bria... honey... remember, you promised? Wed be together, right? Always? He swal-lowed. Bria . . .

Chewie roared with anger and frustration, and sud-denly Briak blaster was there, in her hand, covering them both.

Han, she said quietly, we need to talk.

Hwan stared at Brias drawn blaster, poleaxed. Honey, hat are you doing? I need it all, Han, she said. Not for me, but for the Resistance. She waved to the Rebels and they came in, took Hans repulsor-lift dolly, and began stacking boxes on it.

Han stared in disbelief as the first load of treasure went out the door. Bria... he said hoarsely, you cant do this. This aint happening. Youre . . . youre just tryin to kid me, right? Im sorry, Han, she said. I have to take it all. Everything my teams could salvage off this wretched world. All the processed spice, all the weapons, all the treasure. I know its not fair, but I cant help that. Did the other Rebel commanders do this, Bria?

Hah asked.

Not as far as I know, she said. But I was the one that got the communication last night, Han. Intelli-gence has discovered that the Empire has some kind of big project underway. Really big. So big that the fate of entire worlds could depend upon it. We have to find out what theyre up to, and that will take credits... lots of them. For bribes, surveillance, troops... you name it. I just hope what weve gotten here on Ylesia will be enough.

Han wet his lips. I thought you loved me. You said you did.

Another load went out the door. Han stared at it, wanting to moan aloud. Chewie did moan aloud. Bria sighed and shook her head. Yes, I love you, she safd, softly. I want us to always be together. Come with me, Han. You cant go back to Nar Shaddaa now. Come with me and well fight the Empire together. You, me and Chewie. Well make a great team. We .all have to make sacrifices, and well have made ours in giv-ing up the treasure. You dont think Im keeping any of this for myself, do you? Hah shook his head, and his voice was very bitter. No, I dont think that, Bria. Not for a moment. He took a deep, ragged breath. Bria . . I loved you.

Her face twisted in anguish at his use of the past tense. Han, I love you! I do! But I cant let how I feel about you jeopardize the Rebel Alliance! This raid was a test, and we passed it! The other Resistance groups are going to see that we can get things done! Han. . . we took a whole planet. This raid is going to go down in Rebellion history, I just know it!

Yeah, as the raid where Bria Tharen stuck it to peo-ple who trusted her. Including the guy she said she loved.

Tears welled in her eyes, broke and ran. She stepped out of the way as her soldiers maneuvered yet another load of treasure out the door. Han... please, please... come with me. Youre a born leader. You dont need to live like a criminal. In the Rebel Alliance you could be an officer, and they do pay us! Not much, but a little, enough to live on! Please, Han?

He stared at her coldly. She was crying so hard now that Jace Paol stepped over and took the blaster out of her hand. Were loading the last bunch of boxes now, Commander. She nodded, then tried to pull herself back together, wiping her eyes on her sleeve. Please, Han. If youre too mad now, I understand. Just... send me a message. Jabba knows how to reach me. Please, Han.

Tll send you a message, Hah said. Remember everything I said to you that night at the Blue Light? Well, it was all true, and I was a fool for ever trustin you. He dug in an inside pocket, and took out a small pouch. Inside was a piece of flimsy. Recognize this, huh?

She looked at it, came closer, and then backed away, nodding, her face very pale and set. Yes... Well, Im such a fool that I carried it around with me all these years, Han snarled. But as of today, I am no womans fool, sister. No woman is ever gettin to me again. Ever.

With slow, deliberate movements, he ripped the flimsy into tiny pieces, then let them slip through his fingers and scatter to the floor. Youd better get in your ship and get outta here while the getting is good, Bria. If I ever see you again in this life, Ill shoot you on sight.

She stared at him in shock, until Jace Paol took her arm and said, Commander... weve finished loading. I understand, she said, in a small, shaking voice.

Han. . . I am sorry. I will always love you. Always. There has never been anyone but you, and there never will be. Im sorry....

Paol encircled her shoulders with his arm, and said to Hah. I left you one box and your dolly, Solo. Id ad-vise you not to waste time here. The charges are set to go off in thirty minutes. Slowly, Paol backed out the door, keeping his blaster trained on Han and Chewie. The Rebels beside the shuttle kept the Corellian and the Wookiee covered.

Han stood there in silence as the Rebel shuttle took off.

When it was gone, he drew a deep, ragged breath, and it hurt. Another, and it hurt, too. His eyes stung, but he bit his lip until the pain allowed him to gain con-trol. Chewie, he said, this has been a great day, you know that?

Chewie made a sympathetic, mournful sound. Well, we have to get moving, Han said. Tell you what, keep an eye on the time, and trot through the compound. Maybe they dropped some vials of glitter-stim or something. Ill scour Teroenzas living quarters. I think he had some valuables in there. Meet me back here in seventeen minutes, pal.

Hrrrrrrnnnnnnggggggghhhh!

The Wookiee took off.

Han scoured the treasure room and Teroenza apament, finding a few odds and ends, an d a sobbing Ganar Tos. Han looked at the old humanoid coldly. You are lucky you never married her, he said. Get outta here, Tos. This building is gonna blow in fifteen minutes.

The ancient Zisian scuttled out the door like a bug.

Han snorted in disgust and ransacked the apartment.

When he carried a sack of minor collectibles out to the Falcon, Han looked around for Chewie. Hurry up furball, he thought.

He went inside the ship to warm her up, and then heard Chewies roar, demanding that Han come out and see what hed found!

Han heart leaped. A box of glitterstim vials!

He raced out of the ship, only to stop short in confu-sion. Chewbacca stood there with a group of big-eyed, ragged children, hollow-cheeked and scared. He held the littlest tyke in his arms. The other eight looked to be between the ages of four and twelve.

Han stared. What? Where in blazes did they come from?

Chewbacca explained that hed been scavenging amid the deserted buildings, when hed heard sobbing down in a cellar at the back of the dorms. These chil-dren had apparently been born to some of the Pilgrims, and forgotten by their Exultation-addicted parents in the aftermath of the raid. All the children were human, and Han guessed they were Corellian. He groaned aloud. Chewie! You were supposed to find somethin valuable!

Chewbacca indignantly pointed out that children were valuable. Only if we sell the little darlings as slaves, Han snarled.

Chewie upper lip drew back, and he snarled, too.

Han raised his hands. Okay, okay, I was just kidding! You know Id never deal in slaves! But what are we gonna do with them?

Chewbacca pointed out that since the buildings were going to blow up in less than five minutes, now was not a good time to argue about the best course of action.

Han scowled. Okay, kids. Get on board. Cmon, cmon. I can rustle up some emergency rations I suppose ....

Two minutes later, the Falcon took off, and Hah circled once around the Colony. Below him, the build-ings blossomed one by one into giant fireballs. After a few hours, there would be nothing left but charred, slagged remains to be re-conquered by the jungle ....

Durga, Lord of Besadii, stared down at the Ylesian nightside through the viewport of his yacht in disbelief. Infernoes blossomed, clearly visible from space. The former sites of the colonies were marked by massive forest fires, whipped by the ever-present winds.

There were survivors, Durga knew that. The Nova Force troopers whod surrendered... old Ganar Tos. Theyd contacted Durga aboard his yacht from a few portable comm units theyd salvaged. The moment the Hutt yacht achieved orbit, there they were, yammering to be rescued. But of the factories and warehouses... nothing was left except burning rubble.

Gone... Durga couldnt believe it. Between one day and the next-in a matter of hours .... Gone. All gone. Durga drew a deep breath and thought about the call hed received only minutes ago from Prince Xizor. A pleasant, reassuring call, reminding Durga that he still owed Black Sun credits, but that in the wake of this disaster, Xizor would be happy to work out payment arrangements. The Black Sun leader had hinted that hed be pleased to help Besadii rebuild the Ylesian enterprise.

No, thought Durga. Not again...

For one thing, the Rebels had carried away thou-sands of Pilgrims, and Xizor intelligence indicated that they seemed to have found a cure for the Exultation addiction. With that many Pilgrims telling the truth about Ylesia, it would be hard to gain new recruits.

And the tlanda Til High Priest whom Zier had re-cruited had taken one horrified look at the planet, and flatly refused to have anything to do with the whole scheme.

No, Durga thought. Ill try something else next time. And there would be a next time, of course. Hed find another way to make Besadii richer than ever. And if he, Durga, had to serve Prince Xizor, well, then, he would rise to the top of Black Sun.

His immediate goal was to become a Vigo. And after that... perhaps hed challenge Xizor himself. Or even the Emperor. Durga knew he was clever, and he fig-ured he was just as capable of ruling Imperial space as anyone ....

Durga glanced down at his one souvenir from this di-sastrous day. A long, blood-smeared horn. At least Aruk has been avenged, he thought. May he rest in peace ....

The Hutt lord keyed his intercom and his pilot re-sponded immediately. Arrange for pickup of those mercenary troops, Durga instructed. And set course for Nal Hutta. Im done here. Take us home. Yes, Your Excellency, the pilot responded.

Durga settled back and sighed. Picking up Teroenzas horn, he stroked it thoughtfully, and began planning for the future ....

Han Solo and Chewbacca were still arguing about what to do with the Corellian orphans when they came out of hyperspace six hours later, and their comm sys-tem began to beep, signaling an incoming message.

Chewie insisted that they must take the children back to CoreIlia, so they could be cared for by family. Han protested the waste of fuel and time. Dump em in a spaceport on any civilized world, and someone11 take care of era, he argued.

Chewbacca commented that as a father himself, he felt their only course was to take the children back to CoreIlia.

Han glared at the Wookiee as he activated the comm to receive the incoming message. Jabba the Huttg im-age materialized atop the control panel. Han, my boy! Hello, Jabba, Han said. Whatg happening? Jabba frowned slightly at the Corellians lackluster greeting, then the Hutt lord forgot his displeasure. Han, congratulations to you! The raid was a complete success! I am very pleased!

Great, said Hah, grimly. Is that why you made an interstellar call?

Oh... no, Han, Jabba chuckled. I have a load of spice I want you to pick up from Moruth Doole on Kessel. Bring it to me immediately on Tatooine, under-stand? The deal is arranged, the spice is paid for. Okay, Jabba, Han said. My usual cut?

Certainly, certainly, Jabba boomed. And perhaps a nice bonus for quick delivery. Im on my way, Jabba. Fine, Hah my boy. Jabba peered at the Corellian thoughtfully. And, Han. . . get some rest afterward. You look a bit haggard, if you dont mind my saying so.

Right, Jabba, Han said. Will do.

He broke the connection and scowled. Great. A load of whiny kids, and I gotta take em with me on a Run. Maybe I oughta consider gettin out of the smug-gling business, Chewie. Chewbaccas only comment was that while they were on Kessel, they needed to pick up some traladon milk and flatbread for sandwiches. Hah groaned aloud ....

Twelve hours later, with the load of spice safely se-cured in the below-decks smuggling compartments, Han eased the Falcon up from Kessel. Leaving Chewie to pass out food to the children, Han headed toward the Maw, checking his course. Suddenly a light flashed on his control board, and he realized that an Imperial customs ship was bearing down on him! Chewie! Get up here! he shouted, and began pouring on speed.

Moments later, the Wooldee was in the cockpit. Strap those blasted kids in! Hah shouted. Then get up here! Weve got two Imps on our tail, and its gonna be a rough ride!

Hrrrrrnnnnn!

Han sent the Falcon hurtling along, faster even than the day hed raced Salla. As Chewie slipped into the co-pilots seat, Hah heard a muffled squeak behind him, and glanced back to see a wide-eyed urchin staring at the Maw. What are you doing up here? Han snapped. Great, just what I need! A snivelin kid!

Watching, the little boy said.

Arent you scared? Han grunted, flipping the Fal-con up on her side to avoid a wash of ionized gas from one of the black hole clusters. The Imp vessel shot at him, but it was a clean miss. Great[ Gettin shot at with these kids here]

No, sir! the kid chirped. This is neat! Can you go faster?

Glad you like it, muttered Han. Kid, Im sure gonna try....

He poured on the speed, skimming past the first of the black hole clusters. Their velocity made everything blur, almost as though they were going into hyperspace. Han had never gone so fast in the Falcon. Whooooo! he shouted, as they narrowly missed being pulled in by a black holes gravity well. Whooooo! echoed the kid behind him.

Hah began laughing like a maniac as they hurtled along. Like that, eh, kid? Watch me outrun these Im-perid slugs!

Go! yelled the child. Faster, Captain Solo! Whats your name, kid? Han asked as they came around the last curve of the Maws terrible gravity wells, sheering so close that the engines strained in protest. Kryss Pteska, sir.

And you like to go fast, eh?

Yeah!.

Okay...

Han threaded his way into the Pit, zipping along, and avoiding the hurtling asteroids by the seat of his pants. He realized that he was gaining on the Imp. The cus-toms ship was barely visible now .... If I can get just a little farther ahead...

Sweat gathered on Hans forehead and ran down to sting his eyes, but he never eased up on his speed. The Imperial ship was far behind him now. Han ducked and dodged asteroids, and realized he was nearing the edge of the Pit.

Great, he grunted. All we gotta do is get outta here, and then make the jump to lightspeed .... Chewie suddenly started whining and gesturing fran-tically at the board. Han looked at his instruments and groaned aloud. Oh, blast! Three Imps out there on the perimeter of the Pit! What else could they be doin but waitin for us! And one ofem is a big sucker!

Hans mind raced. Chewie, we aint gonna be able to outrun these Imps, Han said. And were out-gunned. But weve lost that guy on our tail, at least for the moment. I think if we can get far enough ahead, we should go ahead and dump the load just inside the Pit-the way you did that time with Colonel Quirt on that other Run. After theyve searched the Falcon to their hearts cont ent, we come back and retrieve the cargo. Whaddaya say?

Chewie was in full agreement. Okay, take over. We gotta do this real fast, Han said. Heres the coordinates.

Hrrrrrrnnnnnnhh!

Leaving the Wookiee to head for the coordinates hed selected, Han raced back to the passageway with the secret compartments, with Kryss in hot pursuit. You kids, give me a hand here, he said, getting out coils of wire. Several of the children assembled and stood there, staring at him. Whatre your names? Han said.

Cathea, sir, said a young girl of perhaps twelve or thirteen, with a long blond braid of hair. Ill help. Im Tym, said a small boy.

Im Aeron, said a dark-haired child. Ill help!

Good, Hah grunted, heaving up the deckplates.

Help me get these barrels carried into the starboard

airlock, and well wire em together.

Within two minutes, the spice was ready to be jetti-soned. Han shooed the kids out of the airlock, then closed it firmly behind them. He ignored the standard depressurization procedures, and, using the manual override, forced the outer doors to slide wide apart-blowing the spice barrels out into the void. Chewie! he yelled. Jettisoned! Log these coordi-nates!

With luck, Han should be able to track the spices progress and find it again after a little searching. The barrels themselves were made of an alloy that would show up on his sensors if he got close enough. It was the best he could do, under the circum-stances.

Han ran back up to the cockpit, and raced back along his course, so hed emerge from the Pit approximately where theyd be expecting him to. As he headed out of the Pit, the hnp customs ship came hurtling up from behind him. Hah looked at Chewie. That was close.

Hans corem unit began signaling, and he activated it. Unidentified ship, prepare to be boarded, an angry voice said, just as Hah felt the Falcon seized by a tractor beam. This is the Imperial light cruiser Assessor. Offer no resistance and you will not be harmed.

Han sat there, with the kids clustering around him in the cockpit, watching as the Falcon was drawn toward the big Imperial ship. Kids, let me do the talkin, he said.

Moments after docking, the Imperials were at the Falcons airlock, demanding to be admitted. Hah sighed and got up to let them in, with a trail of children tagging along behind him. The Imperial captain himself was part of the heavily armed boarding party. Captain Tybert Capucot, the balding man with the supercilious air said, looking at Han as though he were a particularly unappetizing sight. Captain Solo, you stand in suspicion of smug-gling spice from Kessel. I am authorized to search your ship.

Han waved at the interior. Search away, he said. I got nothin to hide. Capucot sniffed and managed to stare down his nose at Han-even though the Imperial officer was several centimeters shorter than the Corellian.

The captain beckoned a scanning crew into the ship. Search every millimeter, he ordered. I want that spice.

Han shrugged and stepped aside.

The Imperials searched . . . and searched . . . and searched some more. Han and Chewie winced as they heard crashes from the lounge and the aft cargo com-partment. Hey! Hah protested, Im just an honest trader! Im an Imperial citizen, you cant trash my ship like this!

Honest trader, Capucot sneered. If you werent running spice, then what were you doing? Han thought fast. I was... uh... well, I was takin these kids back to CoreIlia, he said. You see, there was this big rescue operation on a slave world, and... uh... well, these kids got left behind. So I brought em with me.

The captain glared at Han. CoreIlia is that way, he said, icily, pointing aft. Hah shrugged. I had to stop off and buy food.

Didnt I, kids?

Yes! lisped little Tym. We was hungry! Captain Solo saved us!

Captain Solo risked his life for us, said Cathea, twirling her long braid. Hes a hero. He saved us, Aeron said. We was gonna get blowed up.

Little Kryss came over and took Hans hand, stood

looking up at the Imperial Captain. Captain Solo is the

best pilot in the whole galaxy. He sure can outrun those

Imperial sl--Han managed to put his hand over the boys mouth just in time. Heh, he chuckled, grinning weakly. Kids. They say the craziest things. You a family man, Captain?

Capucot was not amused.

Finally the scanning crew returned, not looking pleased. Sir, we found nothing. We made a thorough search, Captain.

Tybert Capucotg face reddened. He stood there, searching for words, then met Hans gaze. Very well, he said. Our brave hero Captain Solo claims that he was taking these children to CoreIlia. Such a noble act deserves an Imperial escort. Set your course for CoreI-lia, Captain. We will escort you there. Han opened his mouth,then closed it again. With an effort, he nodded. Sure. Letg go. It took him the best part of a day to reach his home-world. Han raged at the delay in collecting his spice. He knew that if anything happened to it, that Jabba would not be lenient. Business was business, and Hutts did not know the meaning of mercy ....

When he reached CoreIlia, he found that the Imps had broadcast his arrival ahead of them, and there was a media blitz waiting for them. Han and Chewie were congratulated, hailed as heroes, and only the fact that Hah had already won the Corellian bloodstripe kept the grateful government of his homeworld from awarding him one.

Han was in a panic to get back to the Pit and his dropped load of spice. Finally he was able to say good-bye to the children-who actually were pretty good kids, he was forced to concede-and head back out, a free citizen.

The Corellian made best possible speed back to the Pit, and to the coordinates where hed dropped the load of raw glitterstim. He spent the next four hours comb-ing the outer edge of the asteroid field, becoming more and more frantic. Its got to be here! he exclaimed to Chexvie. But it wasnt.

Han searched for another two hours, using the aux-iliary sensor units in the lounge to augment the ones in the cockpit. Suddenly he was interrupted by a roar from Chewbacca in the cockpit. Im comin! he yelled, rac-ing forward.

Chexvie pointed to the sensors showing two blips converging on them rapidly. Han checked the ship IDs and then swore bitterly, smacking his forehead with his hand. Great! More Imps! Thats all I need! Why me?

He dropped into the pilots seat and reversed course, heading back into the Pit. Chewbacca growled an in-quiry, wanting to know why they were running when they had no spice on board anyway. Dont you get it? Hah snarled as he increased speed until the asteroids zipped past them in a blur. They mustve found the spice we dumped, and they know what we were searchin for! You know Capucot didnt believe us . . . hes behind this! These slugs will arrest us on suspicion of smuggling and impound the Falcon! Well never get her back! He made a hard turn to port to avoid an asteroid the size of an Imp destroyer.

Besides . . he added, I dont want em trashin the ship again searching her. We just got done cleanin up the mess Capucot and his boys made.

Together, Han and Chewie sent the Falcon streaking back through the Pit, toward the Maw. His pursuers were two Imperial tariff ships, and they followed him with reckless determination. Hans hands moved over his controls like a man pos-sessed as they skimmed and flipped their way through the treacherous asteroid field. Chewie was howling aloud with terror at the chances his partner was taking. Shut up, fuzzface! Hah yelled. I gotta concentrate!

Chewie howls dropped to moans... possibly prayers.

Han was too busy to listen.

They were nearing the end of the Pit, heading straight for the Maw. Chewie, Im gonna have to shave the belly armor right off the Falcon, and hope those Imps wont want to mess with these black holes, Hah said, tightly. Those slugs are not givin up!

Chewbacca arrrrhhhhhnnnnned in despair. I cant help it! Theyre not getting the Falcon!

The two Imperial ships stuck to the smuggler vessel as though they were hooked by tractor beams. Hah and Chewie worked frantically over the Falcons con-trol board, adjusting their course, speed, direction, shielding ....

In desperation, Han sent the Falcon closer to the black hole clusters than any sane person would ever go. Only the ships breakneck speed might save them.

The Millennium Falcon skimmed so close to the black holes in the Maw that only her terrible velocity kept her from being captured and sucked in. The watching eyes of the accretion disks seemed to widen and narrow as the Falcon soared and swooped in and around the treacherous gravity wells. The Imperial ships hurtled after him at top velocity.

Han did an impossible spin, flip and swoop as he came around toward the last of the Maw. Studying his instruments, Hah saw that one of the pursuing Imperial ships, the smaller of the two, hadnt been able to dupli-cate his maneuver-the ship vanished into the embrace of the black holes accretion disk with a tiny, ignoble flare.

Yes! he said, fiercely. Youre not gettin me! Not today, not ever!

Now the last Imperial ship was falling behind... and the Falcon was nearly out of the Maw. Yes, Chewie!

We did it!

Arrrrrrhhhhhhhhnnn!

Han sent the Falcon hurtling past Kessel, and then, suddenly they were free of the gravity wells. Hah hastily bent over the navicomputer, then a moment later, shouted, Course laid in! Punch it, Chexvie!

Moments later they were safe in hyperspace. Han slumped back in his seat. That was too close, he mut-tered, hoarsely.

Chexvie agreed.

As he sagged in his seat, Han noticed something.

Hey, Chewie. Look! He pointed at the instruments.

We set a record!

Chewie commented bitterly that their speed record had come at the expense of his nerves. Hans eyes nar-rowed. Hey, this is weird, he said. It says we actually shortened the distance we traveled, not just the time. Less than twelve parsecs!

Chewie growled skeptically and rapped on the dis-tance gauge with hairy knuckles, commenting that Hans wild piloting must have caused a short and the gauge was off.

Han argued, but when Chewbacca, short-tempered, snarled at him, he gave up. Okay, okay, Im too tired to argue, he said, throwing up his hands.

But I did do it in under twelve parsecs ....he thought stubbornly.

But now he had more pressing problems to consider than speed or distance records. What in the universe was he going to tell Jabba?

Han faced the craggy, scarred holo-image of Bidlo Kwerve, Jabba the Hutts Corellian majordomo. Be-hind Kwerve he could see the sand-colored walls of the Hutt Lords desert palace on Tatooine. Hey, Kwerve, Han said, let me speak to the boss, please.

The ugly Corellian thug had jet-black hair with a vivid white stripe running through it, and vivid green eyes. Kwerve smiled, a small and nasty smile. Hey, its Solo, he said. Jabbas been callin you. Where you been, Solo?

Here and there, Hah said, shortly. He didnt like being played with. Ran into a bit of trouble with the Imps.

Well, thats too bad, Kwerve said. Let me see if I can get Jabba to talk to you. Last time I knew, he was pretty ticked cause youre overdue with that cargo. Hes got some plans for that spice. Han stared stonily into the comm. Just patch me through, Kwerve, and stuff the jokes. Oho, who said I was jokin, Solo?

The Corellian majordomos scarred visage disap-peared in a wash of static, and for a moment Hah thought hed cut the transmission. He reached out to break the connection himself, when the static was sud-denly gone, replaced by Jabbas massive holo-image. Jabba! Hah blurted, in mingled relief and trepidation.

Hey, listen... I got a little problem.

Jabba did not look happy. He was smoking some brown substance that roiled around in the combination hookah and snackquarium hed inherited from the dead Jiliac, and his huge pupils were dilated from the drug.

Great, Han thought. I had w call when he was spiced ....

Uh, hey, Jabba, he said. Its me, Hah.

Jabba blinked several times and finally managed to focus. Hah! boomed the leader of Desilijic. Where have you been? I was expecting you here last week!

Uh, well, Jabba, thats what I called to tell you about, Han said. Listen... its not my fault .... Jabba blinked muzzily. Hah, my boy . . . what are you saying? Where is my load of glitterstim? The Corellian swallowed. Uh, yeah, about that load,

Jabba. Well, you see... it was almost like theyd set a

trap for me! The Imps were waitin and theyThe customs officials have my spice? Jabba roared, so loudly and suddenly that Han couldnt help flinching back. How couM you, Solo?

No! No, no, Jabba? Han cried. They didnt get it! Honest, theyve got nothin on you, nothin! But... in order to keep the customs guys from finding it, I had to dump it. I marked it, but they wouldnt let me go right away. And when I went back for it . . . it was gone, Jabba.

My spice is gone, Jabba said, staring blearily at Han, his voice ominously quiet. Uh... yeah. But, hey, Jabba, dont worry. Ill make it up to you, I promise. Me and Chewie will work it off, well pay you the value, dont worry. You know were good for it. And honest, Jabba, I got a feelin I was set up, you know? How many people besides you and Moruth Doole knew I was goin on a Run? Jabba ignored Hans question. His bulbous eyes blinked rapidly as he took several puffs on the hookah. Then, reaching out, he grabbed a wriggler from the liquid-filled globe and stuffed the squirming thing into his mouth.

Han. . . Hah, my boy, you know I love you like a son, he said slowly, portentously. But business is busi-ness, and youve broken my primary rule. I cant make exceptions just because I am fond of you. That load cost me twelve thousand four hundred credits. Deliver the spice or the credits to me within ten days, or face the consequences.

Hah wet his lips. Ten days... but, JabbaThe connection was abruptly broken. Hah sagged back in his pilots seat, wrung out. What am I gonna do?

Six days later, having tried and failed to scrape up the credits from some of the sentients who owed him money, Han went back to Nar Shaddaa; He hated to do it, but he was going to have to borrow the credits from friends.

He discovered that someone involved in that night-mare Run... some Imp officer, or trooper... had evi-dently talked about what had happened. His fellow smugglers regarded him with a mixture of awe and trepidation.

Awe because hed set a new record for the Run, trepi-dation because the news was out-Jabba was displeased, most displeased, with his former favorite pilot.

Shug was off-planet, and Hah cursed when he dis-covered that the master tech was gone. He knew Shug was good for that much, though it would strain his resources.

Hah made the rounds, managed to pick up a couple of thousand credits by calling in some old favors. But news of what had happened to some of the captains on Ylesia had spread, and several people simply looked the other way when Hah approached.

Han finally went to Landos place. He didnt want to, but he was out of options. He knocked on the door, and heard the gamblers sleepy voice from inside. Who is it? Lando, its me, he called. Han.

The Corellian heard steps, then suddenly Lando jerked the door open. Before Hah could utter a single word, the gamblers fist lashed out in a vicious sucker-punch, catching Han in the jaw and sending him flying back across the hallway. The Corellian slammed into the wall, then slid down, landing on his rear. Han grabbed his jaw, spots dancing before his eyes, struggling to speak. Lando loomed over him. You have got to have the most colossal nerve in the entire galaxy, coming here after what you pulled on Ylesia! he yelled. Youre lucky I dont just shoot you, you lousy, lowlife, double-crosser!

Lando... Han managed to croak, I swear, I didnt know what she was plannin. I swear .... Right, Lando sneered. Sure you didnt!

Would I have come here like this if I wasnt inno-cent? Han mumbled. His jaw wasnt working very well. He could feel it swelling. Lando... she did it to me, too. I didnt get nothin from that trip. Nothin!

I dont believe you, Lando said, coldly. But if I did, Id say, good! You two deserve each other!

Lando, Han said, I lost a load of spice I was

carryin for Jabba. Im desperate, buddy. I need to

borrowWhat? Lando grabbed Hans jacket in both hands and yanked the pilot to his feet. He slammed the Corel-lian against the wall. The gamblers dark face was barely a handsbreadth from Hans. You came here to ask me for a loan?

Hah managed to nod. Im good for it... honest ....

Get this through your head, Solo, Lando snarled. Weve been friends in the past, so Im not going to do what you so richly deserve and blow your head off. But dont ever come near me again!

Slamming Han against the wall one more time, Lando let the Corellian go. Hah slid down the wall again, as Lando stormed back into his fiat. The door banged shut, and Han heard the lock click. Slowly, painfully, Hah got to his feet. His jaw was throbbing, and he tasted blood. Well, that that, he thought, staring at the closed door. Now what?

Were not going to get out of here, are we?

Commander Bria Tharen ignored the barely audible question as she ducked down behind the pile of rubble and ejected the spent power pak from her blaster. Or tried to. The pak was jammed. Looking at her weapon, she saw that the constant firing from the past few min-utes of battle had fused the power connectors together, making it impossible toremove the empty pak.

She swore under her breath, and crawled over to the body next to her. Jace Paols features were frozen into an expression of tight, concentrated anger. Hed died fighting, the way he would have wanted to go. Grabbing his weapon, she eased it out from beneath his body, but before she had it .all the way out, she saw the barrel was fused. It was as useless as her own.

Glancing over at the pitiful remains of Red Hand Squadron, Bria said, Anyone who can, give me cover. Ive got to scrounge me up something to shoot with.

Joaan nodded and gave her a thumbs-up. Ready, Commander. I dont see anything moving out there at the moment.

Okay, Bria said. Tossing the useless weapon aside, the Rebel commander peered carefully over the rubble, then stealthily slid around to the side, out from behind her cover. She didnt bother getting to her feet, not sure that her wounded leg would support her. Instead, she scuttled forward on ,hands and knees, keeping low, through the ragged hole in the outside wall of the half-destroyed Imperial comm center where they were mak-ing their last stand.

A few meters away, an Imperial trooper lay, a hole still smoldering in his breastplate. Quickly, Bria crawled over and stripped the dead man of his weapon and spare power paks, noting wryly that the trooper must have used all his grenades before hed been shot. Too bad... I could have made good use of a couple of grenades ....

Bria thought about taking the man body armor, but it hadnt done him any good, had it? Here, outside the remains of the Imperial corem center on the restricted world of Toprawa, she could hear better. And breathe better, too. The stench of bat-tle was replaced by a cool night breeze. Bria crouched behind a fallen block of permacrete, daring to pull off her helmet for a second, then wipe her grimy face. She sighed with pleasure as the gentle breeze cooled her sweaty hair. The last time shed felt a cool, pleasant breeze like that had been on Togoria ....

Where are you, Han? she wondered, as she often did. What are you doing right now? She wondered if Hah would ever know what had be-come of her. Would he care if he did? Did he hate her now? She hoped not, but she would never know ....

Bria thought about that day on Ylesia, and wished things could have been different. Yet... if shed had it to do over again, would she have done things any differently?

She smiled sadly. Probably not ....

The credits shed raised had come in handy, and had led directly to this assignment. Torbul and the other Rebel leaders had sent intelligence units to infiltrate Ralltiir, and theyd discovered that the Empire was shipping vital plans for its new secret weapon to its records center on Toprawa. Torbul had been straight with her when hed dis-cussed the mission, using terms like, recovery iffy, and expendable.

Bria had known what she was getting into, but shed volunteered Red Hand Squadron anyway. She knew they needed the best for this job, and she was confident her people could deliver. And they had .... This was the biggest anti-hnperial offensive of the Resistance so far, a coordinated offensive assigned to transmit the plans for the latest Imperial secret weapon. Bria didnt know all the details, but her assignment had been to seize this Imperial comm center on Toprawa and hold it, while the comm techs transmitted the stolen plans to a Rebel courier ship . . . a Corellian corvette that would accidentally pass through this highly restricted star system.

When Torbul told Bria that the Rebel Alliance needed volunteers to accompany the intelligence team to Toprawa, to hold off the Imps while the comm techs did their job, Bria hadnt hesitated before volunteering. Red Hand will go, sir, she said. We can handle it.

She looked out across the plaza, seeing the carnage of war reflected dimly in the streetlights. Bodies, over-turned ground-cars, wrecked speeders... the place was a mess.

Bria thought about Ylesia, reflecting that place had been an even bigger mess . . . and she was proud that she had some responsibility for that. Glancing up at the sky, she thought about Retribution. Theyd lost contact with her, and Bria feared the worst.

Time W get back to work, she thought, and crawled back into the wrecked comm center. Hearing the deep thrum of heavy repulsorlift units behind her, Bria sheltered behind the wall and peered out. Looking up, she saw the faint glint of light from the armor of a massive rectangular object floating above the permacrete of the ruined plaza. The hnpe-rial heavy armor, one of the Floating Fortress class units, settled down into a covered position behind the remains of the communications and sensor tower, obvi-ously getting ready for yet another assault on Red Hand Squadron... or what was left of it. Bria scrambled backward, crawling quickly, to pass the word to her remaining troops. Listen up, people, she said, to the survivors-so few! who were sheltering behind the barricade. She began passing out the power paks, dividing them up equally. Theyre coming again. Weve got to look sharp, hold them off as long as possible.

They didnt talk, just nodded, and prepared to go to work. Bria was proud of them. ProfessionMs. Dedicated professionals.

It wont be long now, she thought, finding a good spot for herself behind the barricade. People... she said aloud, has everyone got their lullaby?

Murmured assents. Bria checked her own. Shed stuck the tiny pill to the collar of her fatigues, so that all she had to do was turn her head and stick her tongue out to get it. You never knew if your arms would be working, after all.

Come on, she thought to the Imperials. It rude to keep us waiting.

What the Imps didnt know was that they were al-ready too late. Red Hand had managed to hold the Im-perial reaction force at the outer perimeter while the Rebel comm techs transmitted the plans to the courier vessel. It had been close; the Imps had chopped the corem/sensor tower in half just seconds after the trans-mission had ended-but Bria had seen the acknowledg-ment from Tantive IV with her own eyes. Transmission complete.

Bria had also seen, before the sensors were cut off, the image of an Imperial Star Destroyer closing in on the Rebel Blockade Runner. Had that courier gotten away? Shed never know .... Bria wondered exactly what theyd been transmit-ting, but knew shed never know that, either. As it was, she and her people knew too much... thats why they couldnt risk being taken alive. Not that the Imperials seem inclined to take prison-ers anyway today, she thought. As she bent down to check the bandage around her thigh, the trooper next to her voiced the same quiet question shed refused to answer earlier Were not go-ing to get out of here... are we? Bria looked at him, pale under his battered helmet, his eyes wide and stating. Skkot was a good trooper, loyal to her, loyal to their cause But he was so young ....

Still, he deserved a straight answer

No, were not, Skkot, Bria replied You know that. The Imps have destroyed our ships No retrieval. And even if we didnt have orders to hold this comm center for as long as possible, theres nowhere for us to go on this world. Even if we could get past the troopers . . weve got no transport. She gave him a wry grin, and gestured at her wounded leg. Id look really silly trying to hop out of here, wouldnt I? He nodded, and his face twisted with anguish.

She looked at him closely Skkot . . . we cant be captured. You understand that, right? He nodded again, then took out his lullaby and stuck

it to his collar, the way Bria had. Yeah, Commander. I

understand. His voice was shaking, but his hands on

his weapon were steady

He leaned closer to her, not wanting the others to hear. Commander.. I... I dont want to die. His ad-mission seemed to drain him, and he trembled.

Help me with this bandage, would you, Skkot? she said, motioning for him to tighten the medpac tighter on her leg. The kids hands steadied a bit as he pulled on the straps binding it to her wound. Tighter! she told him, and he leaned back, putting his weight into it. A jolt of pain got though to Bria, past the painkillers that let her move about despite her injury. There, thats got it. Young Burrid sagged down next to her. Bria put her arm around him, as she would a brother she loved, and leaned close to him. I dont want to die either, Skkot. But I sure as blazes dont want the Empire to win. I dont want good people massacred, or taken as slaves, or taxed until they cant feed their families or live a decent life. Or just murdered by some Imperial Moff who woke up cranky that morning. Skkot smiled slightly at her turn of phrase. So its okay that were not going to get out of here, right, Skkot? Its okay that were going to go down doing our jobs, because they-she jerked her chin at their dead comrades, did theirs. We cant let them down, right?

Right, Commander, Skkot said. Bria hugged him tight, with a small, sad smile, and he returned it. Hed stopped shaking.

Just then, Joaan, keeping lookout, called, Theyre moving out there.

Bria rolled aside, pushing Skkot toward his position She looked quickly between two pieces of rubble, and without taking her eyes off the opening, issued orders. Joaan, you stay down at first and get your launcher ready. After the rest of us open up, try to duck out and nail that Floating Fortress. Got that? Yes, Commander?

People, remember to change positions after shoot-ing, or theyll zero in on you with the repeating blasters. Everyone ready?

Murmured affirmatives answered her. Picking up her borrowed blaster carbine, Bria checked the charge. Sighting down the barrel, she thought, Goodbye, Han ....

Something moved in the breached wall. Bria took a deep breath Open fire!

Tatooine is such a dump, Han thought, as he and Chewie made their way along the night-dark back streets. Jalus Nebl was so.right ....

The two smugglers had arrived just hours ago. Han had decided that the only way to approach Jabba for more time to pay off the dumped load of spice was to talk to him in person. But things werent looking too promising. So far hed been unable to reach Jabba on the comm to request an audience. And back in Docking Bay 94 where the Falcon was berthed, hed encoun-tered that dumb Rodian, Greedo, nosing around. The fool had tried to shake Hah down for a payoff, implying that Jabbahad taken a bounty out on the Corellian.

As if echoing Hans thoughts, Chewbacca observed quietly that word was out on the streets that the RodJan kid, Greedo, was hanging around in the company of a has-been bounty hunter, one Warhog Goa.

Han snorted. Chewie, you know as well as I do that Jabba just sendin us a little message, hirin that dumb thug, Greedo. If Jabba really wanted me dead, hed hire somebody competent to do the job. Greedo so stupid he couldnt find his behind with both hands and laser-torch.

Hrrrrrrnnnnnn... Chewbacca also had a low opin-ion of the Rodian.

Han had a few spare credits, and hed decided to check out the local games of chance. Maybe he could win enough credits to make a substantial downpayment that would satisfy Jabba for the moment, then he could concentrate on scraping up the rest of the credits ....

They walked into The Krayt Dragon Lounge, and stood looking around. Over in the corner, sure enough, there was a sabacc game in progress.

As Han and Chewie approached, the Corellian looked more closely at one of the players, a slender man with red hair and regular features. Hey! Han ex-claimed. Small universe! How are you, Dash? Dash Rendar looked up, gave the Corellian a wary smile. Hey, Solo! Hey, Chewbacca! Long time no see. What this I hear about some caper on Ylesia?

Han groaned aloud. Dash Rendar gestured to empty seats, and Han and Chewie took them. Deal me in, gentles, Han said, digging out a handful of credits. Chewie, you wanna play? The Wooki ee shook his head, and wandered off to the bar in search of liquid refreshment. Han glanced at Rendar. Hey, Dash, whered you hear about the Yle-sian raid? After the way people had treated him on Nar Shaddaa, it felt good to run into someone he knew who was still speaking to him. Oh, I ran into Zeen Afit and Katya MBuele last week, and they told me, Rendar said, dealing card-chips. They said their group of Rebels treated them square, but the ones you had thrown in with stiffed everyone. That true?

Hah nodded. Yep. True. They stiffed me, too, but nobody will believe me. He scowled. But I aint lyin when I say it. Jabbas on the verge of takin out a real bounty on me, cause I cant pay him what I owe. Rendar shrugged. Tough luck, he said. Personally, I make it a policy never to get mixed up with those Rebel groups.

Well, that always been my policy, too, Han said.

But this seemed like such a sweet deal ....

Yeah, Katya and Zeen were real happy, throwing credits around like they were bantha fodder, Rendar said.

Theyd only been playing for a few minutes, and Han was losing, when he felt a tug on his sleeve. He looked down to see a little Chadra-Fan standing there. Huh?

She squeaked at him, and Han frowned. He wasnt too good with her language. Kabe says there someone outside wants to see you, Rendar translated. Jabba/ Jabba finaUy got my messages and wants to see me, Han thought. He sent someone to bring me to him. Now I can talk to him, smooth things over....

Han tossed in his card-chips and stood up, motioning to Chewie to finish off his drink. Okay, deal me out on this hand. I might be back later.

With one hand on the grip of his blaster, Han and the Wookiee followed the street urchin out the back door, into the alley. They stood there for a second, looking around, but saw no one. Suddenly Chewie whirled. Rrrrrhhhhh!

It5 a trap/Han realized at the same moment.

The Corellian hand dropped to his weapon, but be-fore he could draw, he heard an all-too-familiar voice. Freeze, Solo. Drop the blaster. And tell the Wook that if he moves, youre both dead meat. Id like another Wook scalp for my collection.

Chewie? Han spoke sharply to the snarling Wook-iee. Dont move! Slowly, Han drew his blaster, let it drop from his fingers into the dusty alley. Both of you turn around. Slowly. The Corellian and the Wookiee obeyed.

Boba Fett stood there, in the dim recesses of the backstreet. Hah knew that he was a dead man. Jabba mustve decided to hire a real bounty hunter to make sure the job got done right. Han tensed, but Fett didnt fire. Instead his artificially filtered voice reached the Corellian. Relax, Solo. Im not here for a bounty. Hah didnt relax, only watched in wonderment as Fett tossed Kabe a credit. The urchin scampered for-ward and caught it, then vanished into the dimness, chittering happily. Youre not here for a bounty? Han said.

Hhhhhuuuhhhh? echoed Chewie, as amazed as his partner.

Jabba told Greedo there was a bounty on you, Fett said. But he just using that idiot to keep you on your toes. A reminder that he serious about you paying up. If Jabba really wanted you dead, you know who hed hire.

Yeah, Han said. YOU got a point. He hesitated.

So... why are you here?

I landed an hour ago, Fett said. I made someone a promise, and I always keep my word. Han frowned. What are you talking about, Fett? She dead, Boba Fett said. I promised her a while back that if she died, Id tell her father, so he wouldnt spend his life wondering what had happened to her. But she never got around to telling me his name. So I de-cided to tell you, so you can send Tharen a message. Dead? Han whispered, through stiff lips. Bria?

Yes.

Hah felt as though hed been gut-punched. Chewie made a soft sound of sympathy, and put a hairy hand on his friend shoulder. Hah stood there for a long mo-ment, trying to deal with all the conflicting emotions. Grief was uppermost in his mind. Grief and regret ....

Dead, he repeated, dully. How did you find out? I have access to Imperial datanets. Bria Tharen died thirty-six hours ago. The Imperials have a confirmed ID on her body. Her squadron was playing rear guard dur-ing some intelligence operation.

Han swallowed. Dont tell me she died rier nothing/ Did they attain their objective? I dont know, the mechanical voice said. Someone has to tell her father, Solo. I gave her my word... and I always keep my word.

Han nodded dully. Ill do it, he said. Renn Tharen knows me. This is gonna hit him hard .... He swal-lowed, and it hurt his chest. Chewie whined softly.

Good, Fett said, and the bounty hunter took a step back into the shadows. A moment later, Hall and Chexvie were alone. Slowly, the Corellian reached down and retrieved his blaster. Memories of Bria assailed him ....

Did you think of me, honey? he wondered. I hope it was quick and painless .... Hang steps came slowly as he and Chewbacca turned and walked to the mouth of the alley, and then turned onto the street. He had to find someone whod let him use a comm unit... he had a very important message to send ....

The next day, Han made his way through the baking streets of Mos Eisley spaceport, wishing hed worn a short-sleeved shirt instead of his grimy white one with his battered old black pilot vest. Within ten min-utes of being out on the street, he had three different sentients come up to him, each with a warning that Greedo was out looking for him.

Hah nodded, thanked each of the informants, flipped each of them a decicred. I[ never hurt to have good contacts ....

The midday glare was painful to human eyes, and Han squinted as he walked. There are a lot of Imp stormtroopers out, he thought, watching several squads trot by. Wonder why? The sight of the blaster rifles they carried made him think of Fett and last night. After leaving the bounty hunter, Han had found a bar owner whod allowed the Corellian to use his comm unit, in return for a couple of credits.

The Corellian had carefully recorded a message to Renn Tharen. It had been hard to know what to say. In the end, hed settled for Sir, this is Han Solo. I know you remember me. I have some bad news for you, sir. Bria is dead. She died bravely, though. You can be proud of her. She didnt want you to always wonder, so she asked someone to give you the message. Sir, Im sorry.... I know she loved you. Hah Solo out ....

Han took a deep breath, and said his own, silent, farewell to Bria Tharen. Rest in peace, Bria, he thought. Goodbye, babe ....

He reminded himself that Bria was part of the past. There was no use dwelling on painful memories. I have to concentrate on the present ....

Today he needed to see Jabba, that was for sure. And he had to find some work, Any work .... He knew that Chewie was probably over at Chal-muns Cantina. Chalmun was some kind of distant rela-tive of Chewies, along with half of Kashyyyk ....

Han headed over to Chalmuns. Even at this midday hour, Chalmun was bound to be jumping. Han could hear the jizz band tootling away as he approached the entrance.

Inside, it was dim, and comparatively cool. Han took a deep breath, scenting intoxicants from a dozen worlds. He walked down the steps, nodding at Wuher, the sour, ugly bartender. Wuher jerked his head to his right, and Han reflexively looked over that way. Chew-bacca was heading purposefully toward him.

The Wookiee was plainly excited and pleased about something. He stopped Han by the entrance and con-ferred with his partner in low-voiced grunts and moans.

Han tilted his head sideways, and peered past the Wookiee at two humans who were standing at the bar. A charter? he said. Well, hey, that better than noth-ing! Good work, Chewie! Is that them? That old guy in the Jawa robe, and that kid in the moisture farmer outfit?

Chewie nodded, commenting that even though the old man looked harmless, hed dealt effectively with Doctor Evazan and Ponda Baba just moments before-and used a most unusual weapon to do it. Hah frowned, impressed. Pulled a lightsaber, you say? Huh. I didnt know anyone still had them. Okay, Ill work out the details with the old guy and the kid. You take em over to that empty booth and Ill join you in a second.

Han paused for a moment to check out Chalmun as Chewbacca ushered their prospective customers over to the corner table. Good. No sign of Greedo ....

Then he started across the crowded cantina, where Chewie, the old man, and the boy sat waiting .... THE BEGINNING...