He shook his head. He hoped whatever was in the computer the freighter was carrying was worth what it had cost to collect it. It had better be.
19 Avaro sent a menial to tell them that the representative from Black Sun had arrived. He offered to provide a room, and Leia politely declined. She'd had Lando rent a place two casinos away from here, and he and the droid had recently checked it carefully for spy devices.
She trusted Avaro about as far as she could throw him.
"Tell her to meet us at the Next Chance," she told the flunky, who bowed and left.
Leia approached Chewie where he was playing a board game with Threepio, the other gamblers in the place having been convinced it was wiser to let the Wookiee win than not.
"Let's go, boys. We have company." Chewie and Threepio stood and followed her from the casino.
Lando was on the way to their rented suite, to do another fast pass on the place and to set up security.
He'd be hiding with his blaster drawn when the Black Sun rep showed up. Chewie would watch the door from the hall, and Threepio would stay with her.
Outside, the day had shaded into early night, damp and hot still, and the facades of the gambling casinos might not have seemed quite so run-down if not for the garish lighting installed on the exteriors. Clear plastic pipes full of electroreactive gases that glowed in a dozen different colors, most of them bright, cast mul- ticolored glare and shadows in all directions. The lights went with the rest of it: Everything in the complex seemed to be artificial; even the bioengineered lawns and shrubbery looked fake.
Somewhere in the darkness somebody yelled. Leia heard the sound of boots running, followed by more hoarse screams. She touched the butt of her blaster, tucked into a holster inside the waistband of her pants.
Even with Chewie looming over her, she felt better knowing she had a weapon. The night here was as dan- gerous as a skirmish with the Empire. People who had lost big money gambling sometimes did desperate things. The local news stat listed the number of murders on its back page every morning-a slaying had to be particularly gruesome or spectacular to make the front of the stat.
They arrived at the Next Chance without incident, however, and went straight to the suite.
Lando, blaster in hand, met them at the door when they buzzed.
"Everything set?" "Yes," he said. He waved at the suite's meeting room. There was a desk with a computer inset at one end of the room, two couches, three chairs, and a small table. A bar and a cooler were tucked into the corner opposite the door. Two sliding doors led to the re- fresher and an adjoining bedroom. "I'll be behind the bedroom door," Lando said. "In case the Black Sun rep needs to use the refresher." "Good. Chewie, you've got the hall." Chewbacca nodded and moved out into the hall, his bowcaster slung over his back.
"Okay, Threepio, you stand over there, next to the bar." Leia moved to the desk and sat behind it. Might as well try to keep this on a businesslike basis. She sat, took a deep breath, blew it out.
She'd met with Alliance officials, generals, heads of planets, as well as Imperial governors and Senators, so rank didn't scare her. But she'd never had a face-to-face meeting with a major underworld player before. At least not that she knew about. She was a little nervous.
She didn't know quite what to expect.
Chewie called from the hallway.
Sounded as if their caller had arrived.
"Send her in," Leia said.
The door opened.
The computer was the size of a small carrying case. It was black and nearly featureless, save for a control panel along one edge. Koth Melan held the thing easily on his palms.
They were on board the Outrider in the ship's lounge. Dash sprawled on a built-in chair, staring at the wall, not saying anything. He was stunned at his failure to stop the missile that had taken out four of the Y-wings. As much as Luke had wanted to see Dash taken down a notch, that was not how he would have seen it done. Dash was disappointed that he wasn't as good as he'd thought he was, but at least he was alive -more than he could say about half his attack unit.
Luke also stared, but at the small computer. Once again, he hoped whatever was in it was worth the lives of a dozen Bothans.
"Can you access the program?" Melan shook his head. "No. It will be encrypted and protected by an automatic destruct device. Only an expert can circumvent the wards. Our best team is on Kothlis, a Bothan colony world a few light-years from here. We'll transport it there and find out what we've got." "I'd like to go along," Luke said.
"Of course. I'll give you coordinates; you can reach it easily in your X-wing." "Dash?" The man didn't answer but continued to stare at nothing. This had really hit him hard. Luke even felt sorry for him.
"Dash," he said again.
Dash blinked, as if coming out of a trance. "Huh?" Luke had seen it before. Battle shock.
To Melan, Luke said, "Are we apt to run into any Imperial problems on the way to Kothlis?" Melan shrugged. "Who can say? It is possible." "Would it be possible for your organization to locate Princess Leia?" "As of yesterday, she was at Avaro Sookcool's ca- sino in the gambling complex on Rodia." Luke shook his head. These guys were good. He looked at Dash. He couldn't bring him along, not the way he was now. He was too rattled.
"Dash..." "I had it in my sights," Dash said. "No way I could have missed." "Dash!" "Huh? What?" "Go to Rodia. Find Princess Leia and tell her about the computer and the secret plans. You got it?" "I should go with you." "No, it's more important that you find the prin- cess." Luke felt as if he were talking to a child.
Dash blinked. Stared at Luke. "All right. Rodia.
Plans. Got it." "We'll meet later," Luke said. "Okay?" "Meet you later, uh-huh." "You going to be all right?" "Yeah." Luke turned back to Melan, who looked sympa- thetic. "It is war," Melan said. "Bad things happen." Luke nodded. One more thing the Empire had to answer for.
Whatever she had been expecting, Leia thought, Guri was not it.
The woman from Black Sun was gorgeous, strikingly beautiful, with long, blond hair and a trim figure. She wore a short black cloak over black thinskins and calf boots, with a belt of pebbly red leather slung low over her hips. If she had a weapon Leia couldn't spot it. She moved with the grace of a professional dancer.
She sat across from Leia and smiled. When she spoke, Guri's voice was cool and even: "How may we serve you, Princess?" Leia repressed a smile. Direct and to the point, this woman. But Leia had been too long a diplomat to blurt out what she wanted to a stranger. There needed to be some ritual circling, a few feints, a bit of misdirection.
One did not leap from a high cliff into unknown wa- ters; there could be dangerous things lurking just under the surface. It was a good idea to probe carefully first.
She didn't know anything about this icy blonde, what her status was in her organization, what their goals were, what they wanted from those they dealt with.
While the Alliance would not enter into a partnership with criminals, Leia was not above using whatever eyes and ears she needed to keep Luke alive, and she did not represent the Alliance in this meeting-though she would keep that to herself.
"I understand that Black Sun has a first-rate intelli- gence-gathering capability," she said.
Guri flashed a smile. "We hear things from time to time." "Care for some refreshment?" Leia nodded toward the bar and Threepio.
Guri looked that way. "Tea, if it is not too much trouble. Hot." Leia looked at Threepio. "And the same for me, please." "At once," Threepio said. He began making the tea.
"Your flight was pleasant?" Leia said.
Guri smiled. "Very. I trust that Avaro has made your wait here equally pleasant?" Well, at least she knew how to play this game. It had been a while since Leia had occasion to sit and chat with another woman, being around all these men and males lately. They would have tea, they would dance their diplomatic dance, and eventually work their way to matters of substance. Like Lando's card game, it was wiser to keep your hand hidden until you had some
knowledge of the other players.
The tea came and went; the conversation stayed bland, and while there was nothing upon which Leia could put a ringer, something was wrong. Guri didn't feel right, somehow. She was polite, well-mannered, willing to follow Leia's lead in the game they played, and despite all that, Leia wanted to be rid of her visi- tor.
What was it?
So far, they hadn't come anywhere near the subject of Luke, and eventually she'd have to work her way to that, but not yet. Not until she could get some handle on what was bothering her about the woman from Black Sun.
"We are more than willing to accommodate the Alli- ance," Guri said, leaning back in her chair. She looked so relaxed. Much more so than Leia felt herself. "We would not be unhappy if the Empire were to lose this war and the Alliance were to ascend to power." "The Alliance might be worse than the Empire, as far as criminal organizations are concerned," Leia said." Let's see how she handles that.
Guri shrugged. "The truth is, Black Sun is less and less interested in illegal activities. Most of our revenue these days comes from investments in legitimate indus-? tries and strictly legal operations. There are many in our organization who would have it become com- pletely aboveboard, nothing under the table. Such a thing is difficult under the weight of the Empire. Per- haps under the Alliance the transition might be better effected." Good response, Leia thought.
"And, as I mentioned, we are in sympathy with the Alliance. We have... aided you a number of times.
In fact, we have recently aided the Alliance in obtaining the plans for a supersecret Imperial construction proj- ect, by way of the Bothan spynet." "Really? I hadn't heard that." "It was very recent. The news would not have had time to reach here." Hmm. Leia leaned back, tried to mimic Guri's re- laxed pose. That would bear investigating. She was fairly certain that if Black Sun had given something of great value to the Alliance, there would be something asked in return. If not now, then later.
Guri leaned forward. "I regret that I must ask if it might be possible to continue this meeting later. I have pressing business on one of the local moons, and I'm afraid my launch window is coming up soon." "Of course," Leia said. Whether Guri had such busi- ness or not was hardly important. If she did, then she could attend to it. If not, then cutting short the meeting was a gambit, and Leia would accept the move, to see where it led.
"Perhaps we can talk again in, say, three or four days?" "I will look forward to it," Leia said, smiling.
Guri stood, smooth as an acrobat in peak condition.
Smiled, gave Leia a nod that was something a little softer than a military bow, and left.
After she was gone, Lando and Chewie came into the room.
"What do you think?" Leia said.
"Man, she's a smooth piece of work," Lando said.
"You could stack ice cubes on her head and they wouldn't melt. Unarmed, unless she was hiding a weapon somewhere / couldn't spot it. Very attractive, too, but there's something spooky about her." Leia nodded. She was glad that Lando had noticed.
"Threepio?" "I was unable to place her accent," he said. "Which is decidedly odd, given my extensive experience in lan- guages. Her Basic was flawless, her inflection precise, but I am afraid I cannot tell you her planet of origin." Chewie said something.
Nobody spoke for a moment. Leia said, "Well, is somebody going to tell me what he said?" Threepio got it out first: "Chewbacca says the woman made him very nervous." "He didn't say 'very,' " Lando said. "Just plain 'ner- vous.' " "Excuse me," Threepio said. "I inferred the modifier from his tone. Wookieespeak allows for such shad- ings." "You saying my Wookieespeak is bad?" Lando said.
"Don't start again, you two." "Very" or not, few things made a Wookiee nervous. Certainly not normal women. Something to consider.
Maybe the next time the woman from Black Sun vis- ited they ought to prepare their reception a little better.
20 Princess Leia leaned back in her chair and smiled. She looked relaxed, comfortable, in charge.
Guri leaned forward. Told Leia that she had to break the meeting off now.
Leia was not the least nonplussed. "Of course," she said. Again the small and polite smile.
"Freeze it right there," Xizor said.
The holoproj of Leia shuttered and held, sharper as a single image than it was as a moving one. Perhaps he would have this particular frame installed as a perma- nent holographic duplicate on one of his private cham- ber walls. It would be better, perhaps, had she been nude, but it was fine just as it was. It seemed to catch the essence of the woman. He could get the nude one later.
Without taking his gaze from the full-size three-di- mensional picture on the floor in front of him, he said, "What did you think of her?" Behind him stood Guri. "She's adept at meaningless small talk, as befits a skilled diplomat. She revealed nothing of what she really wanted except that it might have to do with intelligence gathering. She is physically attractive for one of her species and related species. She is intelligent." "And... ?" "And it would seem more than coincidental that this woman who is known to be close to Luke Skywalker is probing Black Sun." Xizor glanced away from the holoproj at his most trusted lieutenant. There was a dry understatement. A man who believed in such heavy coincidences was a fool. Somehow, Leia-he was already beginning to think of her on a first-name basis-somehow she had figured out more than she should have been able to figure out. Although he had taken great pains to sepa- rate himself from the planned assassination of Skywalker, she had happened upon the plot and man- aged to connect it to Black Sun. It was not good, but it was somewhat amazing. Another point in her favor.
"Your suggestion?" "Kill her. Kill her Wookiee and gambler companion.
Wipe the protocol droid's memory and melt it down.
Eliminate Avaro as well, just to be sure. And anybody in the casino who might have recognized her." Xizor smiled. Guri was ruthless and efficient; that was part of her charm. If she had to flame a building to rid it of termites, so be it. Given leave, she would do exactly what she suggested.
"I think not," he said. "Go back and meet with her again. We should find out exactly how much she knows and to whom she has told it, if anybody." "I can get that information before I terminate her." "No, I would rather conduct this particular interro- gation myself. I want you to bring her to me." Guri was silent.
"Go ahead, speak your mind." "You are attracted to this woman in a romantic way." "So?" "Such attractions have been known to cloud the minds of otherwise rational beings." He laughed, something he did all too seldom these days. Nobody but Guri would have the nerve to speak thus. Another of her endearing traits. "Do not fear, my dear Guri. She could never replace you in my affec- tions." Guri did not speak. He didn't think that thought had crossed her mind. She was immune to jealousy as far as he'd been able to determine. Guri would stand by and hold the clothes of his mistress while Xizor had his way with her, apparently unaffected by what she saw.
"Princess Leia will surely be useful in locating Skywalker, one way or another. After that, then you can dispose of her." Guri nodded once.
"Go." When she was gone, Xizor considered what she had said, then dismissed it. He walked the cold road, and his passion was always safely leashed until he let it free.
Guri worried; that was her job and how she had been programmed, to protect him at all costs, even if it ex- tended into his love life. He did not need to be pro- tected there. In such matters a Falleen was quite capable of taking care of himself.
And in this case, it would be a pleasure to do it, too.
Luke's X-wing dropped from hyperspace in the vi- cinity of the planet Kothlis. The world had three small moons, was the fourth of seven planets circling the lo- cal primary, and did not appear to be swarming with Imperial Navy, at least not where Luke was. He scanned the local comm bands and picked up normal traffic, nothing alarming.
"Artoo, lay in a course for the rendezvous Melan gave us." Artoo whistled his acknowledgment.
Darth Vader's spies told him that
Xizor had gone once again to see the Emperor. The man was involved in something dangerous to the Empire, he was certain of it. But he had to have proof before he went to the Emperor. Xizor was currently enjoying favor, and if Vader wished to stop that, he must find out exactly what the Dark Prince was up to. He must have evi- dence that was irrefutable.
"Bring one of my dueling droids," Vader said to the air. "No. Bring two of them." The Rebel fighter squadron bore in, a dozen Y-wings led by a single X-wing, and a larger unidentified and heavily armed vessel.
The target of the attack took evasive action and opened fire.
The fight was furious but over quickly. The pilot of the X-wing came in fast and crippled the freighter by killing its main engines after the larger ship had de- stroyed half of the attackers.
"I think we've seen enough," the Emperor said.
The recording of the attack, taken from within the freighter and without sound, vanished.
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