Star Wars - Tatooine Ghost

by Tatooine Ghost (by Troy Denning)

"You see?" Han said, stepping to Leia's side. "We'll be fine. Have ourselves a look around, make a couple of repairs, and we'll be on our way home."

  Borno studied them carefully for a moment, then asked, "You doubt my judgment? You do not think the stormtroopers are really gone?"

  "I think it would be dangerous to underestimate these Imperials." Part of Leia's mind wondered if she wasn't condemning them to a slow and thirsty death-or a fast one, if the Tuskens returned-but it was a very small part, one she felt more comfortable ignoring than her instincts. "But I am certain we have pushed our luck as far as we dare. Should you run into Imperials later, it will be better for everyone if we aren't there."

  Borno spread his hands in imitation of Chewbacca and grunted. "If that is your choice."

  "It is." Leia was about to tell Borno not to deny seeing them if the Imperials did find his caravan-then a better idea occurred to her. "Borno, how you would like a portable holocomm?"

  Borno's already narrow eyes diminished to slits. "What would I have to do for it?"

  "Not much," Leia said. "Just call the Imperials and tell them you left us back in the Great Chott, after their TIE frightened you and you changed your mind about helping us."

  "Lie to Imperials?" Borno grinned hugely. "Nobody is better at that than Askajians."

  "Good." Leia explained her plan.

  Borno nodded. "I can do that." He extended the arm holding the Jawa, drawing a hiss of pain from the little being. "We found this survivor hiding in a vaporator crate. I was hoping you could help him. He seems to have broken a leg."

  "Of course." Leia looked into the glowing eyes beneath the Jawa's hood. "I'm no doctor, but I have field-dressed my share of wounds. I'll do what I can, if you like."

  "Go mob un loo?" the Jawa jabbered.

  "He wants to know how much it will cost," C-3PO translated.

  "Tomo!"

  "My apologies," C-3PO said to the Jawa. "She."

  Leia smiled. "It won't cost-"

  "I don't know," Han said, cutting her off. He made a show of examining the Jawa's leg, then turned to Leia and gave her his play-along-with-me look. "That's a pretty serious break."

  "Han!" Leia said. "How can you even think-"

  She was interrupted when Chewbacca peered over her shoulder and agreed with Han that it was the worst break he had ever seen.

  C-3PO duly translated this into Jawa.

  The Jawa made a lengthy reply.

  C-3PO translated, "She says the break is not as serious as it looks. She will give you three ion blasters and not a power cell more."

  Han and Chewbacca glanced at each other and shook their heads, and then Leia understood.

  She peered at the leg and asked, "What's that lump? It looks awfully big."

  "I can see my presence is no longer required here," Borno said. He laid the Jawa on the ground, then tipped his many-jowled chin to Leia and the others. "I will be ready when you are."

  "I'll be along as soon as I'm finished here," Leia replied. The Jawa made another offer.

  "She can add a fine T-eleven repeating blaster," C-3PO said.

  "A T-eleven?" Han scoffed. "That was old when Tatooine had lakes."

  "Any vidmaps?" Leia asked. Borno still had theirs, and he was not offering to return it. "We could use a vidmap."

  "A working vidmap," Han clarified.

  The Jawa hissed in pain and jabbered, "Yanna kuzu peekay, jo."

  "She has no vidmaps," C-3PO said. "But she can tell you how to find anyplace you're looking for."

  Han scowled at this. "Isn't this the sandcrawler that picked up that crashed swoop a couple of nights ago?"

  The Jawa nodded, then, through C-3PO, asked how he knew.

  "Because I was following it," Han said. "And you left me out in the storm."

  The Jawa chortled something that sounded like "uh-oh."

  "She apologizes-

  "Yeah, I got it," Han said. "And she's sure there was no vidmap on that swoop?"

  The Jawa went into an elaborate explanation that, when C-3PO translated it, amounted to "no one in the clan understood the swoop either. Who flies a rocket-powered swoop around in the middle of a sandstorm? Kitster Banai had to have a death wish, or be crazy, or possibly be on the run from a Hutt. In any case, he was on a racing swoop, and racing swoops don't have vidmaps."

  Leia recalled that Ulda had made that old Podracer pilot install one on Han's before selling it to them. "But did Kitster survive? Did he have-"

  The Jawa jabbered an interruption, which C-3PO repeated as "Herat would like to remind you that you are currently in negotiations over the price of repairing her broken leg. If you wish to discuss the price of the information you are seeking, she would be glad to open those negotiations after you have completed the repair."

  "Why don't we trade straight across?" Leia suggested. "The information for the repair?"

  "Oog," Herat snarled.

  "No," C-3PO translated.

  "You're holding back?" Leia could hardly believe it. A broken leg, her crew massacred, surrounded by strangers, and Herat was still maneuvering for advantage. The New Republic should have negotiators like her. Leia met the Jawa's yellow gaze with new respect, then began to roll up her sleeves. "Well, if a T-eleven and three ion blasters are the best you have to offer, so be it. You get what you pay for in this galaxy."

  Herat turned to C-3PO and chattered a long sentence.

  "She says you have the hearts of a Hutt," C-3PO translated. "But she is in pain and doesn't wish to walk with a limp for the rest of her life. She will tell you what happened to Kitster Banai and his painting."

  A short chortle.

  "Or his painting," C-3PO corrected.

  "She drives a hard bargain." Leia sighed. "Now let's talk about painkillers."

  Herat broke into a rapid twaddle.

  "The Tusken Raiders took them both," C-3PO translated. "She can show you where to catch them."

  "She can?" Han sounded truly excited. "For that, we'll throw in an airsplint."

  "We will?" Leia turned to Han. "You want to chase down a tribe of Sand People?"

  Han shrugged. "It's a great painting."

  "Sure it is." In her mind's eye, Leia recalled the white suns that had taken the place of Han's eyes. She began to worry that the dream had not been warning her about the caravan after all; that this had been the path she must not choose-or that the nightmare would come true no matter which she chose. Perhaps that was what the voice meant when it kept saying "mine," that no matter what she did, the future-at least this part of it-would end the same. To Han, she said, "It's a great painting-as long as the Sand People keep it watered."

  Han scowled, clearly confused by her sudden reticence to go after the painting. "It has a moisture-control device. A really great moisture-control device."

  "I'm aware of that," Leia said. "But these are Tusken Raiders. Things will get dangerous."

  "Get dangerous? What do you think..."

  Han let the sentence trail off, then shook his head, his brow rising in guilt or anger-even Leia could not tell which.

  The Jawa chittered a question.

  "Herat asks why the Imperials are so interested in a moisture-control device," C-3PO said. "And if you can please finish your negotiations with her before opening any more between yourselves. She is in a certain amount of pain."

  "None of her business and in a minute." Han kept his eyes fixed on Leia. "I thought you wanted to recover the painting. I want to recover it."

  Leia stared at him. "Why, Han?"

  "Like I said, it's a great painting." Han glanced at the Jawa clearly trying to decide how much he could reveal. "One I wouldn't want the Imperials to have."

  "Why, Han?" Leia repeated. "And I'm not talking about how useful the moisture-control device would be to them. I want to know why you wouldn't want them to have it."

  Comprehension dawned in Han's eyes. "Because I don't want it hanging in some Imperial admiral's stateroom." His tone was growing defensive, a sure sig
n that they were treading ground close to something he did not want to admit-perhaps something he did not even understand himself. "Didn't I say that already?"

  "Not good enough," Leia said. "You're no longer a member of the New Republic government or military. What do you care if it falls into enemy hands?"

  "I care, okay?" Not even waiting for Leia to shake her head, Han continued, "I've been a nerfhead lately."

  ''Now we're getting somewhere."

  "Mambay," the Jawa chittered.

  "Herat hopes so," C-3PO reported.

  Leia ignored them both and waited for Han to continue.

  Han shot her a don't-push-it look, but said, "I don't know what I've been thinking, acting like the Provisional Council is the whole government. Don't expect me to sit down with Mon Mothma or Borsk Fey'lya anytime soon, but I've got too much on the table to turn my back on the New Republic now." He thought for a moment, then frowned. "And you're the biggest part of it, Leia. Nothing's going to change that."

  Leia grew almost dizzy-in the good way. "And I wouldn't want it to."

  Chewbacca groaned.

  Leia took Han's hand and would have kissed him, except the Jawa was watching.

  "We have to try," Han said.

  Leia nodded and said, "In that case, we had better accept Herat's offer." She motioned for the medical kit and turned back to the Jawa. "Where can we catch the Sand People?"

  Herat replied with a long burgle.

  "After you have set the leg," C-3PO said. "She wants to be sure you don't try to change the terms again."

  "Okay," Leia said. "That's fair."

  Chewbacca groaned and slapped his brow.

  "Now you've done it." Han shook his head in frustration. "We'll never get paid."

  Herat tittered an angry reply.

  "She says she is not that kind of Jawa," C-3PO reported.

  "Sure she isn't." Han rolled his eyes and winked at Chewbacca. "You ever heard that one before?"

  Herat exploded into a flurry of invective.

  "My goodness!" C-3PO gasped. "I don't think I should repeat that!"

  Herat was still cursing when Leia, taking advantage of the distraction, grabbed the Jawa at the ankle and pulled. There was a soft pop, and the depths beneath Herat's hood fell dark as her yellow eyes blinked shut.

  "Uh, Leia, dear?" Han asked. "Maybe you missed that part about not getting paid. No matter what they say, with Jawas it's strictly payment up front."

  "Han, are you saying you were willing to let that poor creature suffer until she told us what we want to know?"

  "Well, when you put it like that..."

  "Besides, she has a broken leg," Leia added. "She's going to need a ride."

  Han raised his brow. "That's what I love about you." "Quick learner?" "Tough negotiator."

  Two hours later, Leia and Han were ten kilometers down the canyon, kneeling in the shadows of a small tributary gorge with the proper orientation to obtain a signal, watching the seconds pass on their chronometers and waiting for Mon Mothma to come to the comm station in her private apartment. While still sore, Leia's shoulder had benefited enough from the bactade that she could use her arm almost normally-as long as she didn't mind the pain.

  Most of the Askajian caravan had long ago vanished into the labyrinth of desert canyons, but Borno was ten meters up the gorge, sitting astride his dewback and ready to take the holocomm. Chewbacca and C-3PO were waiting with Herat at the mouth of the little ravine, the repulsorlift engine of their captured Imperial hoverscout still running. The Squibs were-presumably-still back in the erosion cave, trying to bring the reactor core of their "salvaged" sandcrawler on-line without the initializer core that Han had found lying among a heap of debris strewn through the cavern by the Tusken Raiders.

  "What part of hurry doesn't the chief councilor understand?" Han asked. Like Leia, he still wore pieces of stormtrooper armor with the cooling unit turned to high. "It's been two minutes."

  By now, Leia knew, the duty officers aboard the Chimaera's intelligence launch would be reporting a suspicious HoloNet transmission to their watch commander-possibly even Commander Quenton from the auction. About five minutes after the commander was notified, the first flight of TIEs would arrive and find

  Borno standing atop the rim of the canyon beside the holocomm, waving them down. It would take perhaps another fifteen minutes- thirty, if the Solos were lucky-for an assault shuttle to arrive.

  If all went well, the company captain would believe the tale of contrition he found on the datapad Borno left behind and rush off into the middle of the Great Chott without even bothering to track down the caravan leader. If matters went horribly, Borno had promised he would not be taken alive-and Leia believed him, if for no other reason than his determination to keep secret the location of his village.

  Mon Mothma's image finally flickered into existence over the holocomm, her hair disheveled and her eyes still heavy with sleep. "Leia? I'm sorry-"

  "It's okay," Leia interrupted. "But I'm transmitting hot. We have only sixty seconds before I have to shut down."

  Mon Mothma's expression grew suddenly more alert. "I understand. Have you recovered the painting?"

  "Not yet, but neither have the Imperials," Leia said. "And have news about Wraith's mission. Local intelligence suggests that indigenous forces are already moving into position and can't be contacted. Repeat, they cannot be contacted."

  "Local intelligence? On Tatooine?"

  "It's a long story, and we don't have the time," Leia said. "But I believe it to be reliable."

  The worry lines around Mon Mothma's mouth deepened "Leia, after Luke passed along your report, I made the decision to recall the Wraiths. The order has already been coded. It goes out in thirty hours."

  "Can you cancel?"

  Mon Mothma bit her lip, her gaze dropping in thought, then finally shook her head. "Not without the painting. We don't know how long it would take the Imperials to start cracking the codes with an old key-"

  "But they would know about the network," Leia finished. "And that might be enough."

  "You know what we would be risking."

  Leia did-a Star Destroyer battle group, complete with Wedge Antilles, the Wraiths, and probably the Rogues and several other crack squadrons as well.

  "I understand," she said. "But give us the thirty hours."

  "Us?¯Mon Mothma asked.

  Leia nodded. "Han's on board with this."

  Mon Mothma smiled. "Tell him welcome back. The New Republic has missed him."

  Leia glanced over and found Han sneering at the hologram. "He'll be very happy to hear that. And please tell your aides to monitor all channels of communication. I don't know how we'll be contacting you again, but it won't be with this unit."

  "I will," Mon Mothma said. "And Leia-may the Force be with you."

  "Thanks-we're going to need it."

  Leia ended the transmission, then immediately shut the unit down and opened the outer case.

  "That's what I don't like about that woman." Han knelt beside Leia and removed the ghost-wave holocomm, then rerouted the signal feeds so the unit would operate a normal holocomm. "She always makes the safe play."

  "It's the right play, Han."

  "You see-that's another thing I don't like."

  Han zipped the transmitter into a pocket, then closed the case and carried the unit over to Borno.

  "Thanks, pal." Han passed the case up. "You be careful."

  "And you, my friends. May the sand never melt your boot soles."

  "May you always find shade from the suns," Leia replied. "If there is ever anything else the New Republic government can do for you, please-"

  "Do for us?" Borno laughed. "I do not think so, Princess. Governments are what we are hiding from."

  The Askajian turned and, waving a pudgy hand, urged his dew-back into a gallop.

  Chapter 19

  For a change Han felt pretty good about being on Tatooine. No price on his head, no hibernation sickness,
no Jabba the Hutt-that alone made the place a sun-planet paradise. He was at the wheel of an agile hoverscout flying all-out through the heart of the Jundland Wastes, the afternoon shadows just beginning to camouflage the boulders in the canyon bottom and the prettiest woman in the galaxy clutching the crash bar beside him.

  Maybe Leia had been thinking about the same things-and about how she'd almost lost Han again-as well. She was constantly fussing over him, offering him water, checking to be certain he was cool enough, generally telling him she loved him in a thousand small ways. Not that he was complaining, but Han failed to understand why. He had been acting like a Hutt since their return from Dathomir, treating the Provisional Council as though it was a rival and all but demanding that Leia choose between them.