"Prince Xizor was just telling me how happy he was to provide the Empire with the location of the Rebel base. It seems we owe him much gratitude, don't you think?" Vader gritted his teeth. He would rather bite off his own tongue and swallow it than offer such gratitude, especially in front of the Emperor, but he had no choice. The Emperor did like to crack the whip now and again, to show that he still held it and was not averse to using it.
Vader looked at Xizor. It was good that they could not see his face when he spoke. "The Empire owes you thanks, Prince Xizor." The Emperor smiled.
Xizor smiled even more widely. Said, "Oh, think nothing of it, Lord Vader. I am always happy to serve." Had the man been any more self-effacing and servile in his tone he would have had to look up from licking the Emperor's boots. It was good that he was light- years away; Vader's anger was such that he wasn't sure he could have stopped himself from destroying Xizor had he been within reach, despite the Emperor's admo- nitions.
"I expect to see you soon, Lord Vader." "Yes, my master. We are returning even as we speak." "Good." The image swirled and faded.
Vader stood. Turned to leave the holo chamber.
A junior officer approached him as he exited. "Lord Vader, I-" That was as far as he got. Vader clenched his fist and called upon the dark side.
The officer fell, clutching his throat.
"I do not wish to be disturbed," he said to the man lying on the deck. "Is that clear?" Vader opened his fist.
The officer inhaled noisily. When he could manage it, he said, "C-C-Clear, L-Lord Vader!" With that, the Dark Lord of the Sith stormed away to his own chamber to brood.
Xizor felt the glory of his triumph over Vader almost as a tangible thing, a shower of pleasure that rinsed him and filled him with a warm glow.
"You must come and visit me more often," the Em- peror said. "I do enjoy our conversations. I'm sure Lord Vader would also enjoy seeing you when he re- turns." Xizor bowed. Most unlikely that Vader would enjoy that. "My master." He left, and the feeling of power was unabated. The Emperor was, of course, aware of what Xizor had just done to Vader; indeed, he had enjoyed being a part of the process, of pitting his two servants against each other and watching to see how the play would go. He was like a man who owned a pack of semitame wolf cats. He enjoyed throwing a single bone into the pack to see which would outfight the others to claim it. He was as devious as any man, the Emperor was, and Xizor resolved to take extreme care during the remain- der of this endeavor.
Extreme care.
15 Xizor leaned back in his form-chair and looked at the small holoproj floating on his desk. "Magnify image," he said. "Full scale." The computer obeyed, and the simulacrum increased sixfold.
Standing on his desk now was a strikingly beautiful woman, unaware that her picture had been captured by a hidden holocam.
"Move image to floor holoplate." Again the computer did as it was ordered.
Xizor nodded. "So this is Princess Leia Organa. My.
How interesting." He knew who she was, of course, though he had never bothered to scan her image closely before. He'd always assumed that she was some hardened battle-ax of a woman, all for the Cause, one of those androgy- nous and ugly zealots who couldn't be bothered with worrying about her appearance. A mistaken assump- tion, that.
Behind him,Guri said, "She approached the owner of one of our protected casinos on Rodia, in the gam- ing complex. Looking to set up a meeting with some- body of stature in Black Sun." The Dark Prince steepled his fingers and regarded the image. "Now, why would one of the leaders of the Alliance be interested in our organization? They have repeatedly rebuffed our overtures, not wishing to sully their clean revolutionary hands with common criminal dirt. A change of heart? I wouldn't think so." Having been asked nothing, Guri did not reply.
Xizor continued. "It must be important. Let's see what she wants, shall we? Go and find out." Again Guri refrained from speaking, but Xizor de- tected something unsettled in her manner. "A prob- lem?" "The task does not seem particularly challenging." Xizor laughed. One of her few foibles, that, wishing to be pushed to find her limits. "Perhaps not. Still, it is important for another reason. If our intelligence and that of the Empire are both correct, Princess Organa is close to only a few people. One of them is Luke Skywalker. It is a strong possibility that she knows where he is. Find out what she wants and report back to me. She may well be the easiest way to find Skywalker. In any event, I may find a... use for her.
After you take care of that other business we discussed.
That should be more... challenging, I believe." "As you wish." Xizor touched his finger to his forehead and sketched a mock salute.
Guri left.
He returned his gaze to the counterfeit of Leia Or- gana. "Computer, rotate image, normal speed." The hologram turned on an invisible axis.
She looked just as good from behind.
Xizor took a deep breath and let it out. Here was an interesting woman. Attractive, adept, well educated, and dangerous. She was, according to the files, as good with a blaster as she was beautiful.
The Dark Prince felt a stirring inside him. He was aware of his skin color shifting, going from the cool green to a warmer pale orange. He smiled. He had dis- missed his most recent mistress. The idea of female company was not repellent. Especially a female who had more to offer than mere good looks. He wondered what she might be doing just now. Probably eating a fine meal or spending money on expensive entertain- ment. Females did love such things.
Leia watched as Chewie played another hologame, this one against a Twi'lek with a gaudy dye job and cheap jewelry on his tentacled head.
Chewie made a move and leaned back.
"Very good, Chewbacca," Threepio said. "Excellent move." The Twi'lek glanced at Threepio and gave him a rather sick, toothy grin.
Leia leaned over to the protocol droid and whis- pered to him, "What's going on here? I saw this Twi'lek win four in a row against other players who were a lot better than Chewie is." Threepio looked at her. "Ah, well," he said, sotto voce, "I took the liberty of mentioning to the Twi'lek before the game what happens when Wookiees lose such entertainments." Leia looked blankly at him.
"You recall what Master Solo said about pulling arms off?" Leia shook her head. Han had been teasing Threepio with that comment. Chewie was fierce enough in battle but actually very even-tempered. She hadn't ever be- lieved that arm business. Though it appeared the Twi'lek did.
If Black Sun didn't show up pretty soon, she was going to develop a bad case of ship fever cooped up in this place.
Guri sat across the table from three others. Two of them were men; one was a Quarren. Behind her, a pair of Gamorrean bodyguards stood watching. Guri was unarmed.
"Your sources are mistaken," one of the men said.
That was Tuyay, the chief operating officer of Ororo Transportation. A fitness buff, he bulged with muscle even under his expensive tailored zeyd-cloth suit. Sup- posedly, he could squat holding four times his own weight on his shoulders without breaking a major sweat. He did not look happy. In fact, he looked as if he was about to burst a blood vessel.
"Are they?" Guri said. She slouched in the chair, looked totally relaxed.
"M. Tuyay is correct. Ororo would not presume to contend with Black Sun." That from Dellis Yuls, the Squid Head and chief of security for the organization.
The other player, a thin, short, and nervous man, nodded his assent. "No, of course not, we would never tread in Prince Xizor's territory." This was Z. Limmer, the chief financial officer.
"So," Guri said, "I should tell Prince Xizor that this was all a mistake-that our agents are idiots who couldn't find their backsides with both hands?"
"I would not put it precisely so," the Quarren said.
Tuyay looked at the other two sitting next to him and snorted. "Sack this scat! I'm done playing doormat to your boss. Yes, tell him that your agents are idiots!
Tell him that he is an idiot! Ororo isn't quaking in fear of the terrible
and mighty Dark Prince! We're out on the Rim here, a long way from a soft bed and the deca- dent pleasures of the Imperial Center, where Xizor feathers his nest with our tribute. We earn our way here; we deserve every decicred we collect! Tell him if he doesn't like it, he can come out here and do some- thing about it." Limmer swallowed and went pale. "I-I-I think perhaps what M. Tuyay m-m-means to say is-" "Shut up, Limmer, you little revo-worm! Don't try to sweeten it." Tuyay glared at Guri. "Go home, little girl. Leave now while I still permit it. And don't come back. You do, and I might find a use for you you wouldn't like." He grinned, and it was a wicked ex- pression.
Guri smiled and stood, still looking as if she'd just awakened from a long nap.
When she moved, it was incredibly fast. She hopped up onto the table, threw a front somersault and landed behind Tuyay, spun, and picked him up, chair and all.
Then she threw him at the two Gamorrean guards be- fore either could clear his blaster. The impact knocked both of the piglike aliens flat.
Dellis Yuls pulled a small blaster from inside his tu- nic, but before he could line up, Guri grabbed his wrist, broke it, and removed the weapon from his hand. She tossed it aside, grinning.
Limmer tried to stand, and she speared his throat with her fingertips, paused long enough to twist Yuls's neck until it cracked like a wet branch breaking, then leaped over the table.
Tuyay came to his feet and turned. Guri grabbed him around the throat as he did the same to her. For a moment they stood there locked in stasis.
Tuyay crumbled, his face full of horror at her strength. He lost consciousness as the blood was kept from his brain.
Guri dropped him, reached down, pulled the blaster from the belt of one of the stunned Gamorreans, then used it to shoot both the bodyguards. One bolt each, in the head.
She hopped up onto the table and down next to Limmer and Yuls and shot each of them at the base of the skull.
Then she returned to where Tuyay lay trying to breathe through his bruised throat. She squatted next to him and waited until he came to and looked up at her.
"I'll tell Prince Xizor what you said." She smiled and almost carelessly shoved the blaster against Tuyay's left eyeball and pulled the trigger.
Then she stood, walked to where a hidden security wallcam recorded the entire scene, and ripped the unit out of the wall.
The picture went black.
"Stop the recording," Xizor said.
He sighed and shook his head. The recording showed him what he already knew. Guri was the dead- liest weapon in his arsenal. He wondered how she would do in a one-on-one against Vader. Probably bet- ter than he would, though he was fairly certain that Vader, who had hunted down and killed Jedi adepts, could take her.
Even so, it would be interesting to watch.
And at nine million credits, a very expensive enter- tainment, should she lose.
"Run it again," he said.
He did love to see a professional at work..
16 "So, where is Leia?" Luke asked.
He and Dash had returned to Ben's, each on a swoop. The two swoops were under the camo-tarp with the X-wing now. Dash's ship was in Mos Eisley at the port.
"Gone to Rodia to connect up with Black Sun." Luke nearly dropped the container of cold water he held. "Black Sun! Is she out of her mind?" Dash smirked. "Oh, you're an expert on them, are you?" "No, but I talked to Han a lot while we were cooped up on Hoth during the cold, stormy nights. He had dealings with them. He said they were more dan- gerous than the Empire." He paused a second. "Why would Leia want to contact Black Sun?" Dash shrugged. "Got me. Maybe they might know who wants you dead. The princess is fond of you, though I can't see why. You gonna hold on to that wa- ter until it evaporates?" Luke glanced at the forgotten container. "Oh, sorry." He handed the water to Dash, who poured himself a large cup, then drank noisily from it.
The idea of Leia fooling around with a vicious un- derground criminal organization didn't sit well. Still, what was he going to do about it? She was a big girl; she'd been taking care of herself okay before they'd met. Well, if you didn't count getting captured by Va- der. Sure, he and Han and Chewie had rescued her from that, but they hadn't exactly covered themselves with glory doing it. They had covered themselves with a stinking effluvium in that garbage pit...
"So, what's the drill, kid?" "Huh?" "We gonna sit around here and wait for them to come back? Or you maybe want to go ask the Hutt why he sent that comedy troupe out to zap you?" "Jabba's got no reason to be after me." "Unless somebody put him up to it. That's why I'm here, remember? Since it's nice and quiet, I could teach you how to fly those swoops right." "Listen, they'd have never caught me in Beggar's Canyon-" Artoo began whistling and beeping frantically.
"I don't like the sound of that," Luke said.
"What is it?" Dash said.
"Something outside, sounds like. We'd better go see." Artoo beeped again.
Dash pulled his blaster and checked the charge read- ing.
Luke reached down to touch his lightsaber to assure himself it was still hanging from his belt.
Artoo chirped and rolled toward the door.
Outside, they saw the fire of a braking rocket high overhead.
"Looks like a message droid," Luke said.
Artoo seemed to affirm that.
Dash blew out a breath and reholstered his blaster.
Message droids weren't something you had drop in on you every day. They were used when fast delivery was needed and you didn't want to risk the holonet and its relays, but they were expensive and good for only one shot; unless you had a new booster lying around, you couldn't reuse them.
Artoo whistled again.
"That's awfully fast. I hope they shockproofed it," Luke said.
Dash had already started for the door.
Outside, the incoming vessel, tiny as it was, was visi- ble as it fell toward the desert floor half a klick away.
"Who knows you're here, kid?" Luke shook his head. "Leia, Lando, Chewie, Threepio." "And Jabba," Dash said. "Though I don't think he'd spend the money for a droid when he could make a local com, he wanted to talk to you. Not to mention kill you." "Maybe it's for you," Luke offered.
"I doubt it. I don't leave forwarding addresses. No- body knows I'm here except your friends, and they have no reason to call me." Luke watched as the little message ship plummeted.
It began firing retros and slowing, but it was still com- ing down pretty fast. The droid must've underestimated the gravity or something.
Maybe it was for Ben. Somebody who had been out of touch for a long time and didn't know he was... gone.
The message carrier hit hard enough to splash sand and make a noise they could hear five hundred meters away.
"Let's go see," Dash said.
Luke ground his teeth. He started to say something about giving orders, but held himself in check. Jedi Knights were supposed to be even-tempered. He'd have to work on that.
They started toward the ship.
In his inner sanctum, Xizor awoke from a light doze to the sound of his personal and private comlink speak- ing his name softly.
"Incoming call for you, Prince Shheezzorr." Was that his imagination, or did the voxchip slur his name as the chair he'd replaced had done?
Nothing lasted these days. Everything started to break down before it was properly broken in. The Em- pire was going to entropy in a turbolift.
"Put it through. And do a self-diagnostic on your voxchip." The small-scale holoproj flowered on his desk. It was one of his local spies.
"Yes?" "You asked me to inform you when Lord Vader re- turned to his castle, my prince. He has just arrived." The Dark Prince nodded. "Good. Maintain normal surveillance procedures." The spy nodded and broke the connection. His im- age blinked out.
So, Vader had returned from the wars, having unwit- tingly done Xizor's bidding by hitting Ororo where it hurt the most, in the credit balance. Along with Guri's little demonstration to the ranking officers, Ororo would be well-behaved,
at least in the near future.
Best he not call on Vader just yet. Doubtless the Dark Lord of the Sith needed some time to cool down a bit from the slap on the hand the Emperor had deliv- ered. Vader's main problem was that he allowed his temper to rule him. A legacy of his mammalian heritage -it was that way with many species and detrimental nearly always. Cold allowed precision; heat threw caution aside and plunged in rampantly. Cold was the pro- cess of deliberation and planning, heat the result of unbridled passion. Passion was fine, but only when controlled and channeled properly.
Take Princess Leia, for instance. She attracted him, but he would bring her to him slowly and with care, not in some wild chase in which he cast off his intellec- tual moorings and sailed out on the sea of lust. Ah, no, that was not the Falleen way. The Falleen way was cold.
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