Star Wars - A Fair Trade
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Khedryn imagined Reegas and his men running for the shuttle.
“If you’ve got any men in that shuttle, get them out now.” Khedryn counted to ten. “Shoot it, Marr.”
Blackstar’s cannons lit up space and turned the shuttle to debris. The explosion sent Seeker lurching sidewise. It pained Khedryn to damage his own ship, but it was worth it to hear Reegas’s curses and the ship’s wailing alarms carrying over the open comm channel.
“You’re stuck there, Reegas. Seeker’s dead in space. We killed the engines.” He looked out the glass at the derelict, noting the fires still burning in the engine section. “So’s the derelict, thanks to you. You’ll be out here a long while, I wager.”
Reegas’s curses filled the comm.
“You remember that I could have blown you from space,” Khedryn said.
“Oh, I won’t forget anything.”
Khedryn tsked. “You be nice now, and maybe I’ll send someone back from Fhost to find you.” He hardened his tone. “Let me be clear. You cross me like this again and I won’t hesitate to kill you. And don’t try to get this ship back. She’s mine now. I think that’s a fair trade after what you did, right?”
Silence.
“Right?”
“Yeah. A fair trade. You send someone back for us, Faal. You send someone.”
“There’s caf in the galley. If that’s not enough to keep you warm, you can always cuddle.”
Reegas let loose with another string of expletives while Marr programmed the navicomp for a course to Fhost.
“This is a nice ship,” Marr said, running his hands over the instrumentation.
“Agreed,” Khedryn said, looking around. “Let’s call her Junker. Suit you?”
Marr smiled. “Suits you and me, if not the ship. Junk she is not. But maybe you mean it ironically?”
Khedryn eased back into the pilot’s seat, smiled, and played dumb. “I don’t know what you’re talking about half the time. Marr. Light up that hyperdrive and let’s see what she can do.”
From Star Wars Insider 129 (11-12-2011)
11.6.18.15.14.5-1
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