Star Wars - Shadows of the Empire

by Shadows Of The Empire (by Steve Perry)

  "There," she said to Chewie.

  The inside of the plant store smelled great, would have been delightful anywhere but more so given these surroundings. There were platters of gray stikmoss, potted stretchy plants, flowers of all kinds, colored from red to violet, and thick, billowy sheets of yellow fungus draped on the walls and ceiling. This latter pro- duced oxygen without a need for sunlight and was thus particularly suited for underground habitat. The amount of oxy in the air here was so great it made Leia lightheaded to breathe it.

  The ceiling was four meters high, necessary because the original owner of the plant shop had been an old Ho'Din named Spero. Ho'Din were usually at least three meters tall themselves, counting their vermis-like hair, which looked like nothing so much as a nest of snakes covered with bright red and violet scales.

  Leia looked around and spotted the tall and spindly alien as he moved from behind a display of feather trees that brushed against the ceiling. Old Spero was still alive. Another stroke of good luck.

  "Good meeting," Spero said. "How may I assist you?" Leia spoke. "We're here to collect a debt, Master Gardener." Since many Ho'Din were famous for their ecological work, especially that with plants, "Master Gardener" was considered a high honorific among them. Spero had earned his title by creating the strain of yellow fun- gus that hung on his walls and was used all over the galaxy.

  "I cannot recall that I owe anyone a debt," the old Ho'Din said. "Certainly not strangers." He looked amused.

  "Not even Leia Organa?" Now he did smile. "Ah, yes. The princess. I owe her my life and those of my entire family." "She would have you aid us." "And how do I know you are from Princess Or- gana?" "How else would we know of your debt?" He nodded. "Reasonable. What would you have of me?" "We need to know about Black Sun. Who runs it, how we might contact them." Spero sighed. "I was about to make tea. Would you care for some?" "Another time, perhaps." "Well, then. Black Sun is led by the Falleen, Xizor.

  He is known variously as the 'Dark Prince,' or some- times 'Underlord.' He is also the owner and president of XTS-Xizor Transportation Systems-a more or less legitimate concern worth billions in itself. He seldom leaves Coruscant, has a palace that ranks with those of the Emperor and Darth Vader." Spero pointed up at the ceiling. "On the surface, though portions of it ex- tend deep into the ground." Leia and Chewie looked at each other. This con- firmed what Guri had told her. It was what she needed to know. Leia nodded and started to turn away.

  "Thank you, Master Gardener," she said.

  "You are welcome, princess." Leia turned back to stare up at the old alien. "Ex- cuse me?" "Ho'Din are not limited to their eyes and ears, prin- cess." The thick fleshy "hair" on his head stirred and waved, flashing bright under the shop's lights. "We never forget our friends." Leia bowed. "Then consider our debt balanced." The Ho'Din bowed in return. "Nonsense. My grandchildren's grandchildren could never live long enough to repay you. But I am happy to have been of some small service. Move with care, princess. Black Sun is a formidable foe." "I will. Thank you again, Master Spero." Outside in the open area, Leia nodded at Chewie.

  "Well, it seems as if that much of Guri's story is true.

  Best we go and meet her." Chewie growled, and she wasn't sure if he was agreeing or disagreeing with her..

  24

  Luke still held his lightsaber loosely in his right hand.

  He gripped the weapon tighter, thumb on the control as he slowly turned to face the owner of the voice be- hind him.

  "Sorry, I thought this was the 'fresher," Luke said.

  Well. It was worth a try.

  The alien facing him was a Nikto, and the comment must have puzzled him, at least for a second. Then his horn-rimmed eyes went wide as he recognized Luke.

  He thrust the blaster out one-handed.

  Luke thumbed the lightsaber control. The glowing blade added its light to the dim room.

  The Nikto fired, and a red bolt speared at Luke. He let the Force flow, and the bolt ricocheted from his blade, bounced back... and hit the shooter in the foot. The Nikto dropped his weapon, grabbed at his wounded extremity, and began hopping on his other foot, yelling.

  "Ow, ow, ow, ow, owl" If it wasn't so dangerous it would have been funny.

  So much for sneaking out undetected.

  Luke ran at the injured shooter, hit him with his shoulder in passing, and knocked him sprawling.

  As the swoopers had been, the Nikto also was more adept at cursing than he was at shooting.

  Doors began to open into the hallway, and armed bounty hunters, most of them dressed for sleep, emerged.

  He was in for it now.

  He swung the lightsaber and tried to cut a path to freedom.

  Leia and Chewie worked their way to where they were to meet Guri. The place was a public park on the surface, a small dab of planted greenery surrounded by plasticrete and durasteel.

  "It took you longer than expected," Guri said when she saw them.

  "We stopped to see the sights," Leia said.

  Guri glared at her, and Leia felt strongly that the woman-no, the droid-didn't like her.

  "Follow me," Guri said.

  A horizontal hail of energy bolts stabbed at Luke- The Force let him move faster than he thought possible, and he wove a defensive tapestry with his lightsaber that turned the hard rain away. Ricocheting beams hit and pierced walls, bounty hunters, the floor, the ceiling. It was dangerous to be here, no matter where you stood.

  Amazed as he was at his speed and skill, Luke knew it couldn't continue. He had to miss only one block and he would be a goner. Sooner or later, they'd get him.

  He ran forward down the hall, and the shooters ahead of him gave way against their own reflected fire- power.

  There was a lot of yelling going on with the blasting: "-look out, you fool-!" "-there he is, get him-!" "-watch it, watch it-!" "-I'm hit-!" He didn't know how far he had to go to get to the exit. He had a good idea that if it wasn't pretty close, he wasn't going to make it.

  But Luke went with the flow of the Force, continued to cut and block, to parry bolts and flesh and bones as the bounty hunters tried to stop him. There wasn't a lot of choice; he couldn't exactly stop to think about things.

  Ahead and to his left, the wall suddenly shattered and imploded.

  Smoking debris spattered in all directions. Some of the bounty hunters were blown down by the implosion; others fled. Smoke roiled and filled the corridor; acrid vapor burned Luke's nostrils.

  The general chaos increased.

  What-?

  "Luke?" He knew that voice.

  "Lando? Over here!" Yet another blaster joined the fray, only this one wasn't aimed at Luke. Bounty hunters fell.

  "Regroup!" somebody yelled. "We're under attack!" The confusion increased.

  Luke saw Lando stride through the smoke and smelly vapor, saw him fire with offhand precision, nail- ing several of the confused bounty hunters.

  "Like shooting snakes in a shoe box," Lando said.

  He grinned. "You called for a cab?" "Me? What makes you think I want to leave? I'm having fun here." Luke pivoted and chopped the barrel off an outthrust blaster. The weapon began to hiss and spew sparks, and the startled owner dropped it and fled.

  "Yeah, right you are. This way." Lando led the way, blaster working. Luke followed, blocking shots from behind.

  They went through the ruptured wall and into the night.

  It wouldn't take long for the bounty hunters to pull themselves together. They had better get far away be- fore that happened.

  "I've got a, uh, borrowed landspeeder parked over there," Lando said. He paused, fired at the building behind him. "What say we go for a ride?" Somebody in the ruptured wall yelled in surprise and pain as Lando's blaster bolt found him.

  "The Falcon is in the middle of a public park five minutes away. I left Threepio watching it." "Threepio? Where are Leia and Chewie?" "That's a long story. Better we get back to the ship before I tell it." "How'd you know where to find me?" "Dash gave
me the planet. I got here and found out about the raid on the Bothan safe house. I know a few locals who owed me favors; they told me where these yabbos had set up shop." Lando ducked. A blaster beam sizzled overhead, missed by a good two meters. "Can we go now and play Question the Quarren later?" "Good idea." They ran.

  Behind them, the bounty hunters kept shooting.

  Xizor observed with a critical eye the lower branches of his six-hundred-year-old miniature firethorn tree.

  The small plant had been a gift from a former rival seeking to make peace with Black Sun after a... business disagreement. Less than half a meter high, the tiny tree was a nearly perfect replica of the hundred-meter-tall firethorn trees that grew only in a single small grove of the Irugian Rain Forest on Abbaji.

  The dwarf tree had been in the former rival's family for ten generations and was, to one who knew the value of such things, most precious. Were his fortunes to evapo- rate and leave him completely broke, Xizor would still not sell this plant, not if somebody offered him a deca- million credits.

  There were those who would offer that much and more. Little trees such as this had connected to them a great deal of history.

  He moved the tiny mechanical scissors in with great precision. Centered the almost hair-fine branch be- tween the blades... cut...

  Ah. Perfect. That single cut was all the trimming needed this year. Perhaps next season he would take off that obtuse-angled branchlet on the next ascending branch. He had a year to think about it. He pulled the scissors away carefully. Regarded the firethorn. Beauti- ful, it was. Beautiful enough to excuse the mistakes of its former owner. The man had made errors in judg- ment, but this gift showed he was also a man of some taste and intelligence. Errors could be forgiven if there were other mitigating reasons. Xizor was, after all, a civilized being, not a reflexive thug.

  He would allow Princess Leia to find that out about him. Just as he would allow her to find out other, more intimate things about him...

  It's so good to see that you are all right, Master Luke." "Good to see you, too, Threepio," Luke said.

  Lando hurried past them for the Falcon's cockpit.

  "Move it, Luke," Lando called back. "Not only do we have the bounty hunters to worry about, there's an Imperial convoy heading this way. They've just dropped out of hyperspace and into the system." Luke hurried. He reached the control seat and sat, strapped himself down.

  "Yeah? Anybody we know?" He was already reach- ing for preflight switches.

  "I didn't get close enough to read nameplates, but the lead ship is a Star Destroyer." "Victory-class?" "Bigger than that." "Imperial-class?" "Try again." Luke looked away from the controls at Lando, eyes going wide. "No." "Yep. Super-class." "Is it... Executor?" "Like I said, I didn't get that close. But how many of those are there? They don't crank those babies up just for fun." Luke stared into infinity. Was it Darth Vader? What would he be doing here?

  "Let's finish the flight check fast," Lando said. "I don't think we want to stick around here." "I hear that. Wait. Artoo is in my X-wing." "I know, I spotted it. I've got a tractor beam with his name on it. I'll overfly the X-wing and pull it up; we'll stow it in the hull clips." Lando pointed at the control screen. "We're going to slingshot out of here and hit lightspeed fast. Even if it isn't Vader on that monster, we don't want to tangle with it." Luke nodded and reached for the comm. "Where are we going?" "Back to Tatooine. That's where Leia wants us to go." "Where is she?" "Let's talk about that later, okay?" Lando touched controls, listened as the ship's engines came online.

  "Better sit down back there, Goldie," Lando yelled.

  "We are about to be gone!".

  25

  A hundred stormtroopers surrounded the building, blasters ready to cook anybody who twitched.

  Darth Vader stood in the darkness staring at the breach that had been blown in the building's wall.

  Night insects hummed, and the air smelled of burned insulation. He didn't need to go inside to know that Luke was not there; if the boy was anywhere within fifty kilometers he would certainly have felt him.

  These bounty hunters had captured him-then they had lost him.

  Vader was not pleased.

  The commander of the stormtroopers stood ner- vously nearby, waiting for a command. Vader gave him such: "Bring me the highest-ranking survivor." "At once, my lord." The commander waved, and a squad moved into the building. Shots were exchanged.

  Time passed.

  Two troopers emerged, dragging a man between them. They brought him to where Vader stood and re- leased him. The prisoner tottered but stayed on his feet.

  "Do you know who I am?" "Y-Y-Yes, Lord Vader." "Good. Where is Skywalker?" "H-H-He escaped." Vader clenched his fist, and the man clawed at his throat. "I know he escaped, fool." The man choked; his eyes grew wider. Vader waited for a few seconds, then opened his hand.

  The man gasped, sucked in air. "I was a-a-asleep, my lord. I awoke to blaster fire. I left my quarters and saw Skywalker in the hall. It-it didn't seem real. A dozen of us shot at him and he waved that lightsaber back and forth and blocked the bolts!" Despite his anger, Vader was pleased. The boy's skill and power were increasing. "Continue." "More of our men arrived. We were sure to over- come him, but then the wall blew in. We were attacked.

  I couldn't tell how many there were, fifteen, maybe twenty. We were outnumbered. When the fighting was over, Skywalker was gone." Vader glanced up into space. And offplanet, too, he would wager. He would take his shuttle back to the Executor; perhaps it was not too late to catch him.

  He glanced back at the bounty hunter. "I under- stand that someone else wanted Skywalker. Who?" "I-I don't know, Lord Vader-" Vader raised his hand again, started to curl his fin- gers into a fist.

  "Wait! Please! I don't know, we-we dealt with agents." He looked at the bounty hunter. Felt something more there.

  "You have a suspicion," Vader said. Not a question.

  "I-some of us heard rumors. I don't know if they are true." "Tell me." "We-we heard that it was... Black Sun." Vad er stared at the man. Of course.

  "And this other ,.. bidder wanted Skywalker alive and well?" "N-N-No, my lord. They wanted him dead." Abruptly he turned away, the prisoner forgotten. Of course. He had unconsciously suspected it all along.

  Now that it was out, it made perfect sense. Xizor wanted to thwart Vader in any manner he could. What better way than to kill his son, and by the same act embarrass him in front of the Emperor?

  "Back to the shuttle," he said to the commander.

  "What about this scum?" He waved at the building and the prisoner.

  "Leave them. They are worthless." Vader was al- ready walking away.

  The Falcon hung in high orbit, about to slingshot away. Artoo was safely on board, and Luke's X-wing was clamped in place. Luke didn't trust the haphazard rig that slung the fighter on the larger vessel, but it kept it out of the way of the guns, and it should hold. He hoped.

  "Artoo! I didn't think I would ever see you again!" Threepio said.

  Artoo whistled at Threepio.

  "Yes, we have had our share of adventures, as well. I must say I don't like all this business the least bit.

  Couldn't we find a nice quiet planet and take a vaca- tion? Someplace warm, with a deep pool of lube?" Luke grinned. Artoo and Threepio were always amusing.

  Lando broke from orbit and headed out into inter- planetary space.

  "How long before we can make the jump to hyper- space, Master Lando?" "Couple of minutes," he replied. "And how's this for a change of luck-there aren't even any Imperial vessels on our tail. About time something went our way." Luke nodded. While waiting for Lando to bring the hyperdrive online, he said, "How's Dash doing? He was pretty upset after we hit that freighter." "Not so good. Pretty depressed. He can't believe he actually failed at something. Had to happen sooner or later, but he isn't used to it." "Stuff like that goes on in war," Luke said. "You get disappointed." Like he had been with Dash. Too bad.

  "Yeah. What was in the
computer that was so im- portant, anyway?" Luke shrugged. "I don't know. The Bothans had just broken it open when the bounty hunters hit the safe house." "Did the bounty hunters get the computer?" "I don't think so. I don't think they even knew it was there. They were after me. Last I saw, one of the Bothan techs had the computer. I believe he escaped with it." "If he did, the Bothans will get it to the Alliance," Lando said. "They're pretty dependable. I guess we'll find out what it was eventually." "Yeah." "Stand by for the jump to hyperspace." Lando hit the control.

  Nothing happened.

  Luke turned to stare at him.

  "Oh, dear," Threepio said. "There seems to be a problem." "It must be one of Han's modifications!" Lando said. "My people supposedly fixed this thing on Bespin!