if you want you can put it with my other stories since

they follow in sequence or in the Rebellion

section.

Pursuit of Loyalty

Garic's prized possession, Ezra, is stolen and he runs

into intrigue and adventure trying to get her back

Pursuit Of Loyalty

Garic's prized possession is stolen and he runs into

intrigue and adventure trying to get it back.

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of original fan fiction

based on characters and situations created by George

Lucas and copyrighted to Lucasfilm, Ltd. The intent

of this work is for entertainment and is not

intended to garner payment in any form.

Copyright(c)1998.

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Extan Four Space Station

Approaching Extan Four was always an adventure. With

all the starships buzzing around in a mindless swarm,

you could easily bump into one. And that could get

ugly. The space station was fairly old, but well

maintained. Repair crews could be spotted along the

superstructure, arc welders spraying little fireworks

into space.

Slowly I pivoted the SlingShot into the proper landing

vector the air traffic steward instructed. It was

moments like this, with hundreds of ships with

thousands of passengers, I realized what a large

universe we lived in. A Mon Calamrian Luxury cruiser

was pulling into port, while a convoy of space barges

sluggishly slipped away into space.

After waiting for landing clearance, I brought the

ship into the docking bay, allowing the station's

tractor beams to guide me. I settled the ship to its

resting-place quietly and unstrapped myself from my

harness.

"This is it. Come on Ezra, let's make some money." I

patted the droid on the shoulder as I walked out of

the cockpit.

"Yes, sir." Her melodic voice answered.

A town on Telka, a planet in the corporate sector,

gave her to me when I had delivered some medical

supplies after an attack by pirates. After charging a

whole bunch of credits for the stuff, they still felt

obligated to give me the droid.

Ezra, as I called her, was a state-of-the-art

mechanic/protocol droid. Perfect for a smuggler on the

move. She was similar to a 3PO unit but her faceplate

had a few more features and her midsection wasn't

exposed. Her ability to talk over a million languages

and repair most Corellian ships proved to be a larger

asset than I could imagine. I could hardly imagine

smuggling without her. She was worth more than anyone

could pay for.

I lowered the ramp and waited for Ezra to catch up.

She wasn't as fast as when I first got her but I

really couldn't afford to replace her servos right

now. Together we walked through the busy hallways,

Ezra recalibrating astrogational coordinates while I

gave instructions for our next trip.

"And I want a complete diagnostics check. I was having

a problem with the long-range scanners. Every couple

of minutes they'd blink. That can't be good." We

turned a corner into a large pavilion.

Stores of every type lined along the one wall while a

beautiful view of a zoo was on the other. People stood

at the railing looking into the artificial jungle

below that stretched for acres. A garden in the middle

of space. Kind of reminded me of an Ithorian Herdship.

But with a more commercial feel to it.

"Not a problem, Captain. I believe it could be a

possible deterioration of the connectors on panel A45.

I will look into it as soon as possible."

I found a seat at a small café that allowed droids. I

munched on a sandwich as Ezra rattled of data.

"With our last transaction we now have enough to

replace the negative coupler and a new lateral

thrusters. I believe they are past due on the

inspection."

"Good," I said through a mouthful of sandwich," I

don't know what I'd do with out you. As soon as we get

some cash flowing I'll get you an oil bath or

demagnetized. How bout that?"

"Oh, sir! That would be wonderful. It's been so long

since I'd had a good soaking. It would certainly do my

joints good. But I understand our financial situation.

The ship must come first."

A droid that understood the life of a smuggler. Most

people have their droids memory wiped every so often

to avoid any personality glitches or devotion

problems. But I was more than happy with Ezra's

personality development. I liked a droid that was it's

own person. And I made sure Ezra was a free droid. She

could leave anytime she wanted. I had given her that

option, but she declined. She said she wouldn't know

what to do with herself. So she had been a loyal

companion for many years.

She was right. Our money was getting low. I still

hadn't recovered from the gamble I took entering Jabba

the Hutt's Sabacc tournament. Ten thousand dollars

wasn't something you could just throw away. But I did.

And for a woman too. I still shake my head at the

thought. Pandora and I were an item for a few months

after that but her brush with death and revenge had

made her idealistic. We had a huge fight over this

so-called Galactic War. I thought it was a lost

cause; she felt she wasn't doing enough. She left to

join the Rebellion while I went back to smuggling.

Women are crazy.

"Let's get to it." I stood, tossing enough credits to

cover the meal. I figured we could find some work in

the space station's Corellian Sector. We Corellians

looked out for each other.

We walked down the busy hallway, occasionally looking

at the large terrarium.

Blaster fire shot out Ezra's left leg. Twisted golden

metal sprayed across the clean white floor as she let

out a shout of surprise. She lost her balance,

slamming into me as I hit the rail, tugging at my

blaster. From behind, another shot barely missed both

of us as I managed to shove Ezra off me while I drew

my gun. She slid into a small shop across from me out

of harms way.

"SIR!" her voice dissolved as I heard the familiar

clink of a grenade bouncing down the hall toward me.

I could see the Rodian hunter, his hand still holding

the grenade's pin.

People ran in every direction as I tried my best to

get away from the explosive. Blindly, I shot behind me

at my attacker as I ran along the tall imported trees.

A large limb caught my eye as I continued along side

the terrarium. It was below the balcony and hopefully

the floor would catch most of the blast. I used the

rail to get more distance as I jumped on the banister,

throwing myself at the thick branch.

Fire and violence erupted behind me as I sailed, head

first into waiting tree limb. It hit me square in the

chest as my arms squeezed the branch in a desperate

hug. My legs swung viciously as pieces of the balcony

rained down. A thick cloud settled in the tops of the

trees. My blaster fell out of my hand, rattling and

spinning into the thick underbrush below. I found

some footing and looked up at my tracker.

The green spiked head emerged from above aiming a

large rifle, laser scope and all, at my head. The

small red dot danced on the bark of the tree until it

made it's way along my arm towards my head.

Instinctively, I let go falling several meters through

branches and twigs as the limb that supported me

exploded, shooting splinters and sap. The smaller

plants and shrubs below broke most of my fall but the

landing was still awkward.

I rose groggily; brushing leaves and twigs off my

jacket. I took a second to catch my breath when I

suddenly realized I was being stared at. The walls of

the terrarium were glass observation areas for

tourists. A group of people had gathered after I had

landed and were now looking at me like I was one of

the exhibits.

"What are you looking at?" I asked while I pulled my

other blaster out, aiming it at the window. Looks of

terror appeared as people ran out of the line of fire.

The hunter above me caught my attention. He was

repelling down on a synthrope guide like a mountain

climber. He disappeared behind the tall trees. I

turned my attention back to the task at hand by fired

four rounds into the glass.

I hit the dirt as the bolts ricocheted off the

observation window. I stood up, disgusted. Laserproof

plexisteel windows.

I would only have a few seconds before the Rodian

hunter would be in the vicinity. I had to get going.

I stood there for a moment staring at my own

reflection trying to figure out my next move when I

noticed people pointing, mouthing screams. The thick

glass blocked out the noise. I rubbed my head as a

woman covered her small son's eyes. Then I saw its

reflection in the glass.

It rose on it haunches, slobber dripping from it's

long snout. It stood a full meter taller than me with

thick muscles. The short fur was gray, shimmering in

the artificial lights. A W'rshak. Normally quiet and

reserved, it was obviously agitated. And an angry

W'rshak could do some serious damage. It yelled out a

horrific scream before it reared back to leap. The

confused Rodian had stumbled out into the clearing,

having completed his decent. He quickly retreated

behind a tree, hoping the creature would help collect

his prize.

I twisted out of the way as the beast leapt against

the window. A dull thick thud rang throughout jungle

while the groggy giant whined quietly. I rolled to my

feet to see the W'rshak lay there resting. The hunter

shot off a volley of fire as I fled into the brush.

Hurdling logs and dodging sharp briar I came to a

small river.

It must recirculate somewhere. I thought. This wasn't

the great outdoors. It's a friggin' space station.

I could hear the clumsy stomping of my pursuer behind

me as I waded across the water. Sloshing through

stream I noticed small yellowish fish swim along side

of me. They nudged and bumped blindly against my legs.

As I climbed onto the bank, the fish followed. I

watched a dozen fish unfold two scrawny legs.

They had no arms and they're segmented eyes sunk back

into their skulls to look almost human. I walked a few

steps into the grove to spy on my attacker. Soon the

little fish creatures surrounded me. I tried to ignore

them as I squatted behind a thick stump. I swatted at

one of the wet creatures as one nonchalantly

approached my soaked leg. He seemed to study my foot,

nuzzling my boot. He came to the conclusion that I

was harmless while the rest of the crowd joined him.

I tried to shoo them away but nothing worked. Then the

leader simply opened his mouth, showing me sharp

needle like teeth. At once the gang jumped all over me

biting viciously.

I jumped up screaming in pain, ripping these little

bastards off me as fast as I could. I'd throw one off

but it would just come running back. Like a swarm of

gnats they bit and chomped. Blood dripped from the

bites. I stumbled out into the opening, as the hunter,

hearing the commotion, must have zoned in on my

location. As I threw the critters off, I'd blast it

into a bloody red mist.

The Rodian tried to cross the river but he ran into a

more aggressive bunch. They attacked instantly, the

water churning with activity. I bashed my arms against

a tree killing two more. I forced myself to continue

into the woods. I shot at the yellow critters, slowly

clearing them off like mynock on a ship, but more

painful. The Rodian was busy doing the same, his cries

filling the air.

I continued up the river to a large waterfall that

flowed out of a man-made cliff. I knew the likelihood

of those vicious buggers getting up that high was

pretty unlikely. Slowly I found a foothold and pulled

myself up.

"I hate nature!" I spit as I grabbed another hold, my

foot probing for a place to rest. I was nearly half

way up when I heard my nemesis below. He looked

tattered and bruised. The only weapon he had was a

feeble grappling hook launcher. He aimed the device

and found his mark as the rope squiggled through the

air like an eel. The hook shot past me, finding

something to brace itself. Quickly he was climbing up

the cliff wall like an arachnid.

I had just made my way to the top, my arm searching

for something to grip as I tried to finish my climb,

when the Rodian managed to grab my foot. I kicked his

hand away, lifting myself an inch higher. I could see

the hook latched onto a valve release as I wrapped the

rope around my hand, looping it as many times as I

could. Hanging by that one arm I gripped my blaster in

the other. Now he had a firm grip on my boot. I could

feel it slipping off.

"Give up Starr! Or we'll both be dead." I closed my

eyes, relaxing my legs. My blaster was knocked away,

smashing against the rocks below. I simply

straightened my foot, allowing the boot to slip off.

With a cry, the Rodian fell, bouncing a few times of

the face of the crag. I winced at the sight as he

landed with a splash in the river. Soon a swarm of

those evil little fish walkers surrounded his limp

body and within moments had stripped him down to the

bone.

I hauled myself on to the ledge lying there for a

moment, breathing heavily. The top of the cliff hid

the maintenance scaffolds and entryways. I stumbled

over to the large valve slumping against it exhausted.

I could hear the familiar sound of boots on metal as

several police officers surrounded me, blasters ready.

" Don't move. Stay where you are. You're under

arrest." Winded, I let out a chuckle and coughed

slightly.

"That shouldn't be a problem."

- - -

I sat in the holding cell for hours. The sterile walls

and cold bench were all I had to occupy my time. I did

manage to take a quick nap but the wails of another

prisoner down the hall kept waking me up. He was

babbling about stolen plans and secret battle

stations. It was really irritating.

I rolled my torn, chewed jacket up for a pillow for my

head and stared at the ceiling. This wasn't the first

time I'd been in jail, but it was beginning to look

like my last. By now I was sure that one of the

officers had brought up my record and was all excited

about the promotion he was sure to get. I tapped an

idle rhythm as I awaited my fate.

Again I tried to get some sleep. This time I was

awakened a few hours later as the cell door slid open.

Two gray uniformed officers walked in, guns trained on

me. I slowly rose, stretching the kinks out of my

back. An older man well dressed in a white uniform

entered after the guards. He was about twice my age,

his hair slowly succumbing to the silver it would

inevitably become. His face was dignified and

knowledgeable, obviously a man of combat trapped in an

administrative duty. Retired from the military I

guessed.

"Garic Starr. Wanted in five systems with four rather

large bounties on your head. Including a quite

substantial fifty thousand-credit reward for your

capture placed by a private individual in the Shar

system. You've been a busy young man." He looked

sternly at me. I just stared back at him.

"I'm sorry. I'm being rude. My name is Baron

Administrator Kel Anaidni. I run this facility." The

name hit me like a brick. He was military all right.

One of the highest ranking generals in the Clone Wars.

This man had fought more battles by himself than some

entire armies. He extended a hand, which I stood to

shake warmly. No need irritating the man who

controlled my fate.

"Nice to meet you Kel. My father's told me stories

about you. It's an honor." I flashed a grin and he

nodded.

"Ah yes. Senator Paxton Starr. Quite a character he

was. Must be something in the Starr bloodline. Your

father was one of the best shots I'd ever seen. Not

much of a politician as I remember. Are you as good

with a blaster as your father, young Garic?"

"Better." Again I grinned, sitting back down on the

cold steel bench.

I chuckled at his comments about my father. The only

known criminal ever elected to a seat on the Imperial

Senate. Sure the Senate was full of slimy two-timing

politicians, but my father was the first with a

criminal record before getting elected. He served one

term and resigned. Said all that complaining and

whining was too much for him. He went back to

smuggling as quickly as he could. Until he was killed

by pirates outside of the Nomis system. Ambush. Killed

my father and his crew. The ship was empty but the

pirates, enraged, slaughtered everyone.

A third guard entered with a chair, quickly placing it

before me for the Baron to sit. He elegantly sat with

his knees together and his hands on his lap like a

father scolding a child. He turned to a guard and his

profile was like rock.

"Not the crass, rambunctious, brute I expected." He

turned to me. He put his hand under his chin, tapping

his cheek lightly. "What to do? What to do?"

"You see, Starr. A man with your...history. Well, we

can't just let you walk out of here. Wouldn't look

very good on the report. Known criminal comes into a

space station, blowing up things and destroying

public property."

"That wasn't my fault!" I sat up as straight as I

could, meeting his eyes with mine. "That was the work

of an amateur bounty hunter. You should take it up

with the Guild not me." I wasn't going to take the

rap for this one. I leaned back and crossed my arms,

trying to stay relaxed.

"Well, unfortunately for you the hunter in question

has disappeared. There is no evidence of his

existence. Looks like you're the only suspect. And

with your record...Quite open and shut."

"Then why the visit? Do you take time to chat with all

the criminals here at the station? No need to set me

up with all the supposed facts. Let's get to the

point."

Again he looked over to a guard, a smile of his own

forming.

"Very perceptive young man. He may be a son of

Paxton's yet." He returned to confront me, his face as

cold as ice.

"Very well. You see Mr. Starr. That wildlife sanctuary

you carelessly traveled into is a pet project of mine.

I've been looking for someone to obtain a certain

specimen for me. Unfortunately, a man in my position

cannot just go and obtain this particular creature

without creating unwanted attention. This is where you

come in."

"I'm listening."

He shifted slightly, trying to get more comfortable.

"I need someone with your talents of transporting

cargo, keeping clear of the law to secure this

shipment and bring it to me."

"Enough of the big words. My brain's starting to hurt.

What do you want me to get?"

"A bloodsniffer." He said the words like he was

ordering a fine wine. I nearly choked on myself.

"Are you out of your mind? All those years in the

battlefield have left you a little shell-shocked!" I

leapt up in disbelief. And was quickly grabbed by two

of the guards. I Put my hands up and tried to shake

their hands off.

"Let's not overreact. My mistake." The guards released

their grasp as I straightened my shoulders.

"Starr. Sit down and shut your mouth. You're in a

position unsuitable to refuse such an assignment. In

fact, I would expect you to be grateful. There's

little else I can do but turn you over to the

Imperials." Damn.

"What do I get in return? So far it doesn't sound like

a dream gig. I can go to jail or I could get the death

penalty. Which would you pick?" I shook my head. They

needed to sweeten the pot before I jumped.

"First, you'd walk out of here a free man. That's what

you want, isn't it? But I'm a fair man. I'd also pay

you a small fee of fifteen thousand credits. All you

need to do is pick up the cargo. The pick-up point is

ready. I just need someone I know can do the job. No

questions asked."

I thought it over. A bloodsniffer wasn't like picking

up a pet. They were vicious, animals that fed on the

blood of its victims. From what I've heard it needs a

lot of it too. An animal with a bloodlust of that

magnitude was something most people try to avoid.

"Sure. I can do it. A man of your reputation, I won't

question your honor. My father spoke of you often, and

he always said good things." I stood up, holding out

my hand. He rose and stood a few inches taller. He was

a man to respect.

"Well that's certainly unusual coming from your

father." We laughed as he grabbed my hand, gripping it

tightly. He then became still, then stared straight at

me.

"But like your father, you can't be completely

trusted. So I'm assigning my associate, Kash Pyndan,

to accompany you. Just in case." I sunk back into the

bench. Great. A crony to follow me around.

"I don't need a babysitter. You'll get your critter.

I'm a man of my word." He waved to someone outside the

cell, who promptly entered. Dressed in a simple black

tunic, Kash strode in silently. A human, not much

taller than me, looked in perfect physical shape. I

couldn't see a blaster on him but a single vibroblade

was strapped prominently on his right leg. He stood

straight and walked gracefully. An air of strength

surrounded.

I stood to shake his hand but he just glared at me not

saying a word. After a quick glance at a disapproving

Kel, he hesitantly gripped my hand. Apparently he

wasn't too keen on this mission either. His grip was

strong and forceful.

"I've heard of you, Starr," was all he said. I

couldn't tell if it was good news or bad. He gave no

clue to emotions. I nodded softly, smiling.

"Really? Hope it was good then." I tried to bait him

but he didn't answer. After a few seconds of awkward

silence, Kel spoke, handing me a datapad.

"All the information you'll need is here. Pick-up

spot, contact names, times and dates. All you need to

do is show up. Even you can't screw this up, Garic." I

snatched the datapad, tucking it into my jacket.

"Gee, thanks for keeping the faith," I said

sarcastically. "I'll need my droid. I don't go

anywhere without her."

"Problem already solved. We have your droid in

custody. We've replaced the damaged leg and it is in

working order."

"Great. Let's get the show on the road." I lightly

punched Kash on the shoulder as I strode out. He

stared angrily at me, trying to burn a hole through

me. I just shook my head, laughing.

How do I get myself into these things?

- - -

The trip and pick-up went smoothly. Kash had locked

himself in his quarters meditating for the six-hour

trip. I had heard him argue with Kel briefly about the

assignment but apparently he had lost. He only came

out as we were landing on Kamar.

The landing bay was nothing special and we were met at

the pre-designated time. A humanoid, with a greenish

skin named Yultar greeted us warmly with two

associates that pushed a large black slab I

immediately identified as a frozen block of carbonite.

"Is it safe in there?" I asked hesitantly. Yultar

laughed, slapping me on the shoulder.

"Afraid it'll get loose and eat you?" He snorted

through an ugly smile. I stared at him intently,

watching his grin melt away.

"I just don't want to deliver a dead 'sniffer. My boss

wouldn't be to happy if that happened." I said coldly.

"Oh, well have no fear of that. As you can see by the

life monitors on the side he's in perfect stasis. A

form of hibernation, you could say. He'll be quite

protected, as will you." Nervously he watched the

carbonite block glide up the cargo ramp as Kash

secured it in the hold.

Kash appeared out of the hold and approached Yultar.

Pulling out a credit chip, he tossed it at the

surprised humanoid.

"You're payment. Our business is over. We're leaving,

Starr." His lifeless voice chilled me. He turned and

walked back into the ship.

"I'm the captain, I say when we leave," I looked at

the Yultar who's eyes just showed he'd rather we left

than hang around anymore. "Thanks a bunch."

"Who does he think he is?" I mumbled to myself as the

ramp closed behind me. "Ezra! Start the pre-flight. I

need a drink!"

Hyperspace is always a lonely time for a pilot. Not

much to do until you entered real-space. I sat in the

galley with Ezra, playing a round of Sabacc. She

wasn't programmed for games so it wasn't hard at all

for me to win. But it passed the time.

"Master Pyndan is not very sociable is he, Captain?"

Even Ezra could see that.

"Nope. About as friendly as the sniffer we're hauling.

Only he's free to roam." I looked towards his

quarters, his door closed and locked. "But this is a

milk run. Don't even know why he's here. With the

money Kel's paying, I'm not about to run off."

"Humans are very hard to comprehend, sir." I laughed

as Ezra's photoreceptors blinked helplessly at me.

"It's part of our charm." I slapped down my cards.

Pure Sabacc. I'd won again.

I stood to get some grub from the food processor.

Corellian Chowder. My stomach gurgled at thought of

the meal as I reached over to pull a spoon out from

the utility drawer. The steam rose from the yellowish

chowder as my mouth watered. I hadn't eaten in awhile

and this was going to be a treat. I reached out to

pick up the bowl when the shipped lurched horribly. I

stumbled into the wall, spilling chowder all over my

shirt. Warning klaxon blared as Ezra slid off her

seat onto the floor. I could hear items in closets and

compartments fall on the floor.

"What the hell?" I said as I tried to get up in the

slippery sauce that covered the floor. Kash's door

opened immediately.

"What happening, Starr?" he demanded. I looked up at

him from the floor, covered with chowder and shrugged.

"We've come out of lightspeed. It's not my fault!" He

ran over to me to pull me out of the soup and we

raced to the cockpit. I slapped the siren off as I

looked out the viewport. A Corellian Corvette was

dangerously close to the ship as small fighters were

already racing toward us.

"Pirates."

"Are you sure?" Kash looked at me, his facing

suspecting something fraudulent. Sitting in the

captain's chair, I powered up the thrusters, doing my

best to evade the small crafts barreling down on us.

Laser fire shot all around us, a spectacular array of

red and green. One rocked the ship again as I looked

at Kash.

"I'm pretty sure." I flipped on the shields when Ezra

wobbled into sight. "Get down to gunnery and open

fire. Let my co-pilot at the controls." Kash stepped

aside, letting the droid find her usual spot. "Angle

the rear deflector shields."

I spun the ship in a roll firing wildly by remote. A

small Z-95 headhunter burst into a flaming ball. We

glided along side the massive Corvette, hoping the

fighters would shoot at their own. These pirates were

prepared.

With a shake, the ship started slowing.

"Sir. They have us in a tractor beam. It is too

powerful to break free." An ion charge hit us,

causing the lights blinked briefly. Another shot

turned the power off completely.

"We have lost all main functions. Back-up power

activated. Only systems in working order are life

support and internal gravity." I slumped back in the

chair as Kash entered the cockpit, looking at the

spacecraft surrounding us.

"What now?"

I looked at him in disbelief.

"We give them what they want and hope they don't fry

us."

- - -

"Garic Starr!" Laughed the tall and barrel-chested

humanoid. He was human looking except his scaled nose,

like a lizard, had four spiky plates. "Looks like we

got ourselves a celebrity." Kash rolled his eyes at

this comment, his face stern. I could only shrug with

a grin. It was actually kind of embarrassing.

We were surrounded by at least twenty men of all

species. They were armed to the teeth and gills and

scales and whatever. Put it this way: they had lots of

guns. When they boarded the SlingShot, they strode

through the hatch pushing Kash and myself to the main

lounge area where they disarmed us. Immediately teams

were divided and even now as their leader interrogated

us, the pirates were searching my ship of anything of

value.

"The great adventurer Garic Starr. Never thought I'd

meet you, son. Don't look like the ruthless killer and

wild gunman of legend." The marauder stood a foot

taller than me and I had to crane my neck to meet his

gaze. He smelled of sweat and ale, but his demeanor

was professional.

"Well, appearances can be deceiving." I quipped back.

I knew we we're in it deep. I tried to keep my

composure. The good thing about pirates is that

sometimes you can buy your way out of situations.

They're always in it for the money.

"They certainly can." He turned to his men. "This is

the man that crashed Jabba's big card game. Waltzed in

and threatened to kill the fat slug right there on the

spot!" His men cheered and laughed.

"Well, it didn't happen exactly that way," I tried to

defend myself. "I never threatened Jabba's life."

Apparently stories spread quickly. And grow in size

twice as fast.

"Well it's a shame you didn't kill that slimy scumbag.

But you stood your ground. I respect that." I shrugged

again, grinning. "Respect the fact you survived more."

"And you are?" He looked familiar but I couldn't get a

name to go with the face.

"Ah yes. Me. I am Tark Mentol. Privateer

extrordinaire." He announced with pride. The name hit

me right away. Mentol's Patients were a widely known

pirating outfit. The corvette must have been his ship.

The Asylum.

"Well, now who's the real celebrity? You're more

famous than I could ever be." He smiled as he eyed me

over.

"Cap'n, come look at this" someone said from behind.

The pirate turned toward the cargo bay as I looked

toward Kash.

"Got any ideas, now would be the time," I muttered.

He stared at me with his blank face.

"You said to let you do all the talking. So talk,"

He returned his head to face our captors. His eyes not

moving, his breathing was slow and easy.

"Should have guessed." I shook my head as I walked

toward the rear of the ship to meet the leader. My

first step was met with several guns raised to my

face. I slowed down, shouting to the hold.

"Hey! That's all the cargo we've got. Running kinda

low on this run. Just take her and we'll call it even,

kay?" I yelled.

Now Kash looked at me with anger.

"Maybe if you signed some autographs or posed for

pictures." I ignored his snide remarks, leveling my

hand at him, a gesture to calm down. The key was to

get out of this situation with my ship intact. Most

pirates either confiscate or destroy the ships they

board. I wasn't about to let that happen.

"Interesting cargo, Starr. Bloodsniffers can bring in

a large price."

"This is a milk run, Tark. Just delivering to a zoo

in the Outer Rim." No need to tell him the truth.

Just then an Aqualish, his ugly tusked face making

odd noises, pulled Ezra into the room behind him. He

barked gruffly as Tark turned to me.

"Trying to hide something from me? Must me pretty

valuable to you." He inspected the droid and folded

his arms.

"I did my best captain but they found me." Ezra

sounded a little guilty.

"I know you did, Ezra. It's not your fault."

"She'll command a pretty credit, let me tell you. What

else is onboard?" A Devaronian stepped out of the

crowd. Apparently Mentol's right hand man.

"Just a medical droid in the other room. But he's

bolted to the ship. It wouldn't be worth trying to

disassemble."

"Very well. String'em." Two men raised their guns as

Kash tensed to retaliate. Before a move was made, the

guns sprayed us with the laser fire. Blue energy

washing over my body.

My last thought lingered as I blacked out.

What a shitty way to go...

- - -

The slap to my face woke me with a start. My eyes felt

like they were bulging and I felt a little dizzy. When

I jerked my head from the blow, I hit the back of my

head against something hard. I heard Kash growl in

pain. I tried to move but my arms and legs were tied

together. It took a second to realize I was staring

at the floor. Which seemed only a few inches above me.

Then two grimy boots walked into my vision. I couldn't

believe it. I was tied, upside-down to Kash. I looked

down, or what should have been down to see Tark's

spiked face smiling down at me.

"Starr. I like you. You're a smart-ass with a

personality. So I'll let ya keep your ship. And your

life." I could feel Kash's hand feverishly working the

bindings on our hands. He didn't seem to be making any

progress. I wanted to say some choice phrases but

decided that really wouldn't help the situation. We

we're tied like a chandelier to a coolant pipe. Our

feet roped and intricately knotted.

"But your cargo and droid will more than make-up for

this little jaunt. Besides, our slicer couldn't break

through your security system and that damn droid of

yours can't bypass anything. So as professional

courtesy, I'm letting you go."

"Tark. You better kill me now. Because I'm going to

hunt you down and rip your heart out." Kash spoke

calmly. Not like a threat but more as a fact. It made

a chill go through me. Hairs on my neck stood on end.

With a swift punch, I could feel Tark connect with

Kash's midsection. I winced at the thought but Kash

held strong.

"Need to teach your friends some manners, Garic."

"It the blood rushing to his head," I explained,

trying to make light of the situation. "Makes him act

goofy."

"Always with a joke," laughed Tark. He knelt down to

look Kash in the eyes. I twisted my head to see the

confrontation. "See, my dear friend. This is why we're

letting you live. We could've dumped you into the Last

Call like I'm supposed to. Not a pretty way to go."

With a sick gurgle, Kash spit a thick clump of slime

directly in Tark's scaly face. Enraged and blinded,

Tark wiped the slobber away, kicking Kash in the face.

Blood trickled onto the floor from Kash's nose. Our

bodies twisted on the rope.

"Set the hyperdrive. Let's get moving!" Tark ordered.

The pirates emptied the ship as one ran to the cockpit

to make some final adjustments. When the last man

exited the hatch, Tark stuck his head in, laughing.

"Ta-ta, boys. It's been fun." The hatched slowly

rolled into position as Kash, more violently than

before, started working the ropes.

"Rot in hell you bastards!!!" I screamed as I heard

the hatch seal. "Damn it!" I let my head fall back and

hang there dejected and angry.

"Well I was hoping we'd have time to hangout, Kash."

"Fuck you."

- - -

"This isn't as bad as it looks." I struggled to find

any give in the ropes.

"How could this be worse? Explain that to me." His

voice was icy, almost dead. Then with a whine I heard

the hyperdrive kick in. Like a pendulum, our bodies

swayed, turning from the sudden burst of speed. Then I

realized what they did.

"It just got worse," my voice was flat.

"What?" Kash twisted around to try and see a threat.

We need to get out of these ropes and right now.

"Doc! Doc! You awake? Can you hear me?" I screamed as

loud as I could.

"What's wrong, Garic?" Kash asked.

"Doc!" I yelled again. He was our only hope.

"I am activated Captain. How may I assist you?"

inquired the dull voice of the medical droid.

"What's the problem, Garic? Tell me!"

"Well, put it this way. With the hyperdrive activated

this quickly after they jumped ship can only mean they

didn't have time to punch in coordinates." I tried to

spin our bodies toward the medical bay so I could get

a judge of the distance.

"Stop moving around, Starr. You're not helping," Kash

stopped his thrashing as well, resting for a second.

"Damn, they tie good knots."

"With no coordinates we could jump anywhere. Hit a

star or a blackhole. Who knows what." I could see

Doc's skeletal arm move slowly in the other room.

"Doc. Get out the laser scalpel, some surgical tape

and call the cleaning droid."

"Immediately captain." A series of high pitch sounds

came from the droid as a medium sized cleaning droid,

basically a self-operating vacuum cleaner, came out

from it's holding area.

"What are you up to?" demanded Kash. He seemed

agitated that he had lost control. I could tell he

would never listen to me again.

"Shut up and stay still. I've got a plan. Just hang

tight. We'll be out in no time." By now the blood in

my head was causing a dull throbbing. My vision was

blurring slightly.

"The supplies you requested are ready sir."

"Good work Doc. Now tape the scalpel, laser blade

exposed, to the top of the window attachment on the

cleaning droid." With the precision of the surgeon

that he was, Doc effortlessly taped the scalpel to the

attachment. The cleaning droid had several different

appendages used to clean different heights, but the

only adjustable limb was the telescopic arm of the

window attachment.

"You may not be as stupid as I thought, Starr." I

jerked my head back and our skulls collided. Pain shot

through my head as I heard an angry hiss from Kash.

"Damn it, Starr!" That'd teach him.

"Is it on tight? Wouldn't want it to fall off, Doc."

"Secure sir."

"Cleaning droid. Could you clean up this blood before

it stains."

With a mousy beep the droids small treads whirred to

life as solvents and buffers attacked the blood that

had dripped from Kash's nose onto the gray metal

floor. The attachment, like an antenna, swayed gently.

Now came the tricky part.

"Try to avoid hitting the blade with your body.

Wouldn't want to cut yourself. But we need to have it

hit the rope." With a flurry of wiggles and jerks we

tried our best to allow the tiny blade to come in

contact with the line. It zipped by, missing by

millimeters. Then the droid scooted away to its

compartment.

"HEY! Get back here." Angrily I tried to will the

droid back.

"What happened?"

"I guess it finished cleaning. Thought its job was

done." I shook my head in despair. My head hurt and my

vision, while not worsening, was causing me to get a

little nauseous.

"Well, get it back here!" Kash ordered.

"We need to make a mess. Uh...uh..." I smiled as the

thought formed in my head. "Let's put your talents to

use, old buddy." I snorted long and loud. With a

sickening HOUCK, I spit a large wad of phlegm onto the

newly polished floor. Kash followed my lead. I yelled

to the droid who beeped out and it started cleaning

the nasty puddle.

With a little practice, Kash discovered that he could

control the little droid with his spit, maneuvering

the arm near the syntharope.

On one pass it managed to shave some of the outer

strands but nothing else.

"Keep spitting. It's working!" I was like a kid in a

toy store. The excitement and peculiarity of the

situation were getting the best of me.

"I'm starting to run out of spit here, Starr." Another

pass caused a deep incision, the rope twirled. We

could feel it getting close to snapping.

"Well I guess you shouldn't have used it all on Tark."

Now it was his turn to butt his head into mine. Pain

flashed as I heard another sputter of spit exit Kash.

The droid paced back and forth madly trying to clean

areas that had been clean not moments ago. It zigged

and zagged in vain, attempting to do its duty. With a

final splat the droid made a pass at the rope.

We fell in a heap onto the cold floor. Our heads

managed to avoid injury while the cleaning droid,

mission accomplished, hurried away. Together, like a

snake, we were able to push ourselves across the floor

by kicking our legs in tandem. Soon we were in the

medical bay in front of Doc.

"Cut us loose," Kash demanded and the medical droid

slashed through our restraints. Within in seconds we

were free. I rubbed my raw wrist, looking at Kash who

was tending to his nose.

"See. When I talk, people don't kick me in the face."

I laughed as I tossed the rope aside and ran to the

cockpit.

"Keep talking and I just may prove that theory wrong."

Kash warned.

- - -

Chapter Two

I pulled back the hyperdrive activators and sat at the

navicomputer. This was going to be a mess. The

streaking stars returned to the small twinkles of

light as I tried to see if I noticed anything vaguely

familiar. Nope.

"Any clue where we are?" Kash was still holding his

swollen nose as he sat in the co-pilots chair. I

rubbed my head and threw up my hands.

"Not a one. I'll let the navicomputer and scanners

figure out where we are. Then it's a quick jump to

Kamar. Get a message to Kel and explain to him what

happened." I adjusted the active sensor array to see

if I could pick-up any stray communication signals.

Static was all I could get. "Don't worry. It'll all be

over soon enough."

"This has just started, Garic. This is just the excuse

Kel's been looking for to terminate my contract. Now

he'll have free reign over the station. That's not a

situation I want to have happen."

"What are you talking about?" I looked at him,

confused at the whole situation.

"I work for the Karflo Corporation. They own and

maintain the Extan Four outpost. Kel Anaidni has been

Baron Administrator for three years. I was supposed to

run the space station until the Corporation decided

Kel would be better from a public relations point of

view. Famous war hero and all. But I was too valuable

to the Corporation not to be placed as his supervising

director."

"What's your point?"

"I've recently discovered the Kel's been embezzling

money from the station. I believe, though I have no

proof, he's going to take the money and turn over the

station to the Empire. The station is strategically

located as a jumpoint to the rest of the galaxy.

"I think he knows I'm on to him. He's always sending

me out on these meaningless assignment. With me out of

the way, there will be no one to police him. The

station will be lost to the Imperials."

"So Kel sees that the ship is sinking and is trying to

fill his pockets before the hammer falls, huh?" I

started to realize the implications of all this.

Kash, being the company man that his is, was just

looking out for the Corporation.

"We're not due back to Extan for a few days." I looked

as the navicomputer popped up our coordinates. "Looks

like luck is on our side." Kash gave me another blank

look.

"Luck's for people who don't know what they're doing."

- - -

I lifted the old mattress of my bunk, pulling out the

small flask of whiskey from it's hiding spot. It was

rare Niian liquor I had kept for special occasions. I

pulled the cork and took a tug. It burned my throat as

I swallowed, but it was good. I walked out into the

mess hall, sitting at the lone table. Kash wandered in

taking the seat across from me, quiet and reserved. I

pushed the bottle his way and he nodded his gratitude.

Tipping the flask back he winced slightly from the

whiskey and smiled lightly.

"We need a game plan, Garic. Where do we start looking

for these pirates?"

"I know these guys. I have a feeling they're on

Korbin." I pulled out an Ithorian cigar, rolling it

between my thumb and forefinger.

"And how did you surmise this?" Kash looked

quizzically at me. Pulling out my pocket laser, I lit

it the cigar, puffing idly.

"Well, these guys are known to play around Atrig

system and the surrounding areas. Usually they hit

salvage barges or freighters hauling merchandise. Now

the big ugly guy, Tark. He mentioned the Last Call.

Right before you hocked a wad on his face." I smiled

at the memory. Kash sat motionless, listening to my

theory. I shrugged and continued.

"The Last Call is a place on Korbin. Kind of a dumping

ground for bodies and such. You'll find Korbin isn't a

nice place, but with the murder rate so high, well,

they needed a place to put all the corpses. It's a

valley full of dead bodies and I'm going to assume

they were either on their way to or just leaving

Korbin. I think if we poke around, we'll find some

answers." I flicked some ashes on the floor as I

leaned back in my chair.

Kash sat there in silence, absorbing the information.

Then without warning he stood up, walking toward his

quarters.

"Sounds feasible. Let's do it." His voice trailed as

the door shut behind him. I flicked my cigar again,

put it between my teeth, closed my eyes and took a

nice flavorful draw. With a whir, I could hear the

cleaning droid scooting across the floor. Within

seconds it was cleaning up the ashes I had dropped. I

felt a something zip past my face and my eyes bolted

open.

"Damn it!" I yelled.

I stood there with my cigar in hand. The end neatly

clipped off. I had forgotten to remove the laser

scalpel from the attachment and the damn thing cut my

cigar in half. I tossed the rest of the cigar on the

floor and stormed to the cockpit.

"That was my last one too!"

Chapter 3

Korbin

The blood red moon, aptly named Redeye by the locals,

was full in the sky. We had settled down at a docking

area in Pleasant City, the largest city on the planet.

Pleasant City was anything but. A cruel joke since

murders, thieves and psychopaths walked the streets;

ready to kill, fight or rob anyone who they felt

deserved it.

Like any normal a hot, dry planet, Korbin at night was

bitter cold. The wind cut through the air, reminiscent

of the scum that live here. Kash had finished

collecting his things, carrying them in a pouch he

slung over his shoulder. I waited at the bottom of the

ramp, pulling the collar of my jacket around my neck

to keep out the cold.

As soon as the ramp had closed, I punched in the code

for the ship's security system. I set it on maximum.

Here on Korbin, you were just asking to be robbed.

Even with the thin insulated gloves, I made sure I was

able to fire my weapons accurately. Removing the

trigger guards helped. I offered Kash a blaster but he

insisted he only have his vibroblade.

"Your death wish." I shrugged. We sealed the doors to

the hangar and walked through the streets of the city.

Pleasant City at night was like one citywide bar fight

that never ended. Occasional blaster fire could be

heard every few minutes. It seemed like every alley

had some fight or attack happening.

A Wookiee was defending himself from a group of

Jawas. Even across the galaxy those disgusting

little runts could be found. He'd toss a little guy

away like a fly but they'd come back for more. If it

wasn't for the fact the Wookiee had crushed ones head

and killed two others it might have been amusing.

We found our destination. A sleazy bar called The

Hidey-Hole. It was in sad shape. The front door was

off its hinges, nearly collapsing on Kash as he tried

to open it. He tossed it aside and walked in.

The main lounge was nothing but tables and men. The

floor was packed earth; dust hung in the dry air. All

kinds of gambling and criminal activities were going

down. A crowd surrounded a table in the back as bets

were made on an arm-wrestling match between a massive

reptiloid Barabel and an equally large Abyssian.

The one-eyed Abyssian was faltering slowly as a

flurry of credits passed back and forth in a constant

frenzy. The all at once the betting stopped as the

Abyssian found her leverage. Now it seemed the lizard

like Barabel was on the ropes. With a final roar and

the large snap of bone, the Abyssian broke her

opponents arm. A rowdy cheer rose from the group.

Kash and I walked over to the bar as the crowd

dispersed; winners and losers exchanging credits. A

small Bothan helped the injured Barabel get up to seek

medical attention. The bartender was a rough looking

lady with a scar that across her eye from her forehead

to her cheek, a patch covering the nasty injury. She

was chomping on a stubby cigar and turned to spit on

the floor.

"What'll be boys? Cash up front and no tabs. Pay as

ya play." Kash ordered a local ale while I asked for

the local specialty, Kyrf. It was a fruity drink with

a heck of a punch. As the bartender returned with our

drinks I suddenly realized who she was.

"Talla!" I said with a smile "Barely recognized ya.".

She looked at me with surprise trying to place my

face. With a big smile she grabbed me around the neck,

hugging me tightly.

"Garic Starr, you old space jockey. I haven't seen you

in ages." She pecked a kiss on my cheek. Kash folded

his arms, looking amazed.

"Is there anyone you don't know, Starr?" I grinned

widely, swallowing my drink down in one gulp.

"Talla here used to run a bar out on Henik, the mining

colony out beyond the rim. Best damn drink slinger

I've ever known. This is Kash Pyndun. He's tagging

along for a job I'm doing." Kash nodded a greeting.

"Nice to meet ya. What brings you to this hellhole,

Starr? Ain't no skirts for you to chase but mine." I

laughed and leaned closer to her.

"Already caught you." We shared a laugh and I pointed

to her patch. "What happened there, honey? Looks

nasty."

"Oh it's nothing. Damn Scrub Lizard. Found one hiding

in the cellar drinking up all my Kyrf. Caught me off

guard and sliced my eye." She seemed to shrug off the

injury. She used to be a pretty lady, but time here on

this wild planet had aged her beyond her years. The

new scar had taken the last of her beauty away. But

she still had her spirit.

"Look, Talla. I'm looking for someone. Has some of my

property." I talked low so only she could here. "Tark

Mentol. You know him?"

"I'd steer clear of them, Starr. They're a mean bunch.

They come in here once a month; mess up the place. But

the always pay so I let'em come back." She took a

drink order, sliding it down the bar to the waiting

customer.

"They got some place out by the Last Call. I saw one

of'em come in yesterday so I think they're in port.

What do they got of yours that's so important?"

"A bloodsniffer," Kash said flatly. He was getting

tired of all the small talk.

"Ezra," I added. "They took Ezra."

"Oh, she's such a sweetheart! For a droid that is. I

can see why you're here. It's too cold for ya to

travel out there tonight. And it'll be hotter than

hell during the day." She idly wiped at the bar,

trying to look busy. "Your best shot will be in the

afternoon tomorrow. Meet me in the back at 1600 hours

local. I'll show ya how to get there. I've got some

speeders you can use." Suddenly a fight erupted.

Apparently the Barabel had decided a broken arm wasn't

to his liking. He had come back to face the Abyssian

and they were rolling around on the floor breaking

chairs and tables.

"Dammit! Take it outside," yelled Talla as she grabbed

a stun pistol out from behind the bar.

"I'll see ya later, sweetheart." I yelled as she came

around to face the two massive combatants. She lowered

the stun pistol, shooting several bursts at the

struggling aliens. It took a couple shots but soon

they both slumped over, unconscious.

"See ya later, Starr" she yelled over her back not

letting anyone move out of her sight. "Get these two

outta here. Damn fools always come in here breaking

up the joint, ya got no respect for anyone else..."

Her voice trailed off as we slipped out the door.

As we walked down the street Kash finally spoke again.

"Interesting friends you've got, Garic."

"Who, Talla? Hell. She's the quiet one."

- - -

The chilly walk back to the landing bay didn't go

nearly fast enough. As we neared the hanger, Kash put

his hand on my chest, stopping me in my tracks. I was

about to ask what the problem was when I saw it

myself. The entrance to the hanger was slightly open,

a wobbling light falling out into the street. I drew

my blaster immediately and we walked to the door.

About six teenage boys were desperately trying to work

on the hatch lock to the Slingshot. They had fusion

torches, plasma cutters and other tools working busily

to break through the thick door. Anger swelled up in

me. The nerve of these punks trying to break into my

ship!

I fired my blaster in the air to get their attention.

Everyone stopped in their tracks, looking up

franticly.

"What the hell do you kids think you're doing?" I

demanded. The group of boys stood side by side. They

weren't the quiet youngsters who played stationball

after school. These were thugs raised in the streets.

When they saw only us two, their fear subsided. They

had strength in numbers.

"Are ya gonna shoot unarmed kids, big guy?" A dirty

faced boy of about sixteen, tall and thin asked. He

put out his hands to show that he didn't have any

weapons.

"Keep your mouth shut and your hands out. I could care

less if your armed or if your kids." I scanned the

hanger, sizing up the youths. Most were big for their

age. They looked like they could handle themselves in

a fight.

"Put your weapon away, Garic. I'll handle this." Kash

had taken off his jacket and handed it with his pouch

to me. Stunned, I took the coat as I looked at him.

"How are you going to handle this?" I asked. I started

taking off my jacket as well. He put his hand up

again.

"I said I'll handle this." He smiled a cold smile as I

stood there blankly as he approached the group.

"But it's six to one. How...?" Before I could finish

one of the boys, a dark hared brute, grabbed a

hydrospanner, charging Kash. That gave the rush of the

other five. Soon a pile surrounded Kash. I rushed over

to help, but before I could reach him, two of the boys

went flying. Kash tossed another like a rag doll into

another pair. Kash held the hydrospanner with both his

hands. The initial attacker wobbled his knees fell to

one knee. Kash finished him off with an elbow to the

jaw that made a sickening crunch.

"Ooh. That had to hurt!" I winced; holding my position

as another kid tried to tackle Kash. I had to see this

guy in action.

With ungodly grace he leaped over the kid, grabbing

him by the throat in a full nelson. Cutting off the

blood to his brain, the boy slumped over, unconscious.

Two others attacked at once from opposite sides. Kash

made a leap, grabbing one boy and using him to push

off his attacker from the other direction with both

his feet in a powerful kick. The kid stumbled in my

direction as a roundhouse kick twisted the boy's neck

awkwardly.

I grabbed the boy who was wildly coming at me. He

regarded me with a hazy stare, wiping the blonde hair

out of his eyes. With the shake of his head to gain

his wits, he headed back toward the fracas. I grabbed

him by the shoulder, turning him toward me.

"I wouldn't go back there if I were you." I pointed

out Kash, who was pounding the head of some poor guy

off the hull of the ship. I guess he had decided I was

right when Kash managed to spin on his final attacker,

grabbing his arm. Bending it in the direction no one

ever intended an elbow to bend, Kash snapped the boys

arm, letting him fall to the ground.

"You guys are sick!" yelled the blonde hared boy as he

hurried out of the hanger. Kash stood there tense with

the fight still in him. He looked around waiting for

an attack, but none of the boys were conscious.

Silently he strode up to me as I handed him his

jacket, amazed at the site I just witnessed.

As he put his arms through the coat sleeves he simply

looked at me.

"That's how I talk my way out of it."

I looked around at the motionless bodies as Kash

walked up the ramp, waiting for me to unlock the

hatch. I shook my head and ran up along side of him,

punching in the access code.

As the hatch opened I laughed at Kash. "I'm not going

to move those kids out into the street. You break it,

you bought it. Same deal here."

- - -

Kash had little trouble pulling the punks bodies out

into the alley. We spent the day making minor repairs

on the SlingShot. I realized then how much Ezra was an

important part of the crew. Kash was good with a

spanner but Ezra was an artist. It struck me as I was

rerouting the main flux capacitor.

I missed her.

Even though she was a machine, I missed her company.

She wasn't a normal droid to me, more like a partner

and a friend. I went back to work as I realized I must

have shorted my brain out. How do you miss a droid?

I needed a break.

"Hey, Kash. You hungry?" I yelled out into the docking

bay.

"Sure. I could use some lunch," he said as his head

popped out of the deflector duct. I pulled myself out

of the engine compartment, brushing off the soot as I

walked into the galley. I punched in some meals into

the food processors, then stood by the water basin to

wash my hands. Kash walked in a few moments later and

sat at the table.

"There's something I've been meaning to ask you, " I

spoke hesitantly as the processors whirred and chirped

out two small dishes of Pajdi. The thick brown stew

was bland and not very filling.

"Where did you learn how to fight like that? I mean

that was some slick stuff." I placed a bowl in front

of him. He leered at it, unsure of how it would taste.

"Imperial Navy, Covert Operations. Retired."

"Retired? You're not young enough to retire." I

looked suspiciously at him.

"I realized there philosophy didn't conform with my

own. So I retired."

"Your AWOL." I chuckled. "How did you manage to get

into the Karflo Corp. then? Don't they do background

checks?"

"Don't concern yourself with my life. Enough talk.

Eat." He looked into his bowl disgusted. After the

brief lunch Kash didn't speak for the rest of the

afternoon. But I had learned something about this

stoic man. Just the fact that he skipped out on the

Empire showed me more than he could possibly say.

- - -

With the rumor of some real tough guys in town, we

were given a wide berth as we walked to the bar. Some

whispered as we walked by but others just tried to

avoid us at all costs.

The air was much hotter than last night. It reminded

me of Tatooine with less sand. The sun baked us as we

found the Hidey-Hole. Not much to look at during the

day. Just a small building, nondescript and simple. We

cautiously walked down the side alley to the rear of

the building. Talla was outside in a dirty tank top,

looking under the hood of one of the three speeders

she had parked there. They were old, beat-up and not

much to look at. The smallest was covered by a ratty

tarp.

"Talla!" I yelled to get her attention. Her head

popped out of a speeder and she waved for us to join

her.

"Alright Starr. Here are the only two speeders I could

muster up. That one there," she pointed to an old

XP-291 Skimmer. It was like an old rocket-jet patrol

vehicle you'd see on some backwater world. Which this

was. It wasn't very sleek but it wasn't a wreck

either.

"That there has been completely rebuilt. New engine,

new thrusters, all new wiring. It's got it where it

counts. Coordinates are already in the computer. It's

about an hour and a half due west on the far side of

the Last Call. She'll be the one you'll haul the

carbonite on. You'll have to tie it down to the flat

part," she walked to the rear of the speeder, pointing

out an area where it was flat and stable, " and haul

ass back here. Everything you'll need; glowrods,

breathing masks, syntharope...it's all in there. No

weapons on it so I got you something to run

interference for ya."

She wiped her sweating brow as she pulled a tarp off

a sleek, powerful speeder bike.

"Now this is more like it," I said as I passed my hand

over the seat. "An Incom Zoom II. Where did you pick

this baby up? It's a beauty." I whistled an approving

sound as I stood to look at its full grace.

"Keep your pants on, sweetie. This one is going to

cost you up front. I can replace the Skimmer there,

but this is a rental. But because it's you, I'll knock

some off the top. Two-thousand credits." I turned and

at her.

"Talla! After all we've been through together?" I held

my arms out innocently.

"I'm not some skirt you can sweet talk, Starr. Pull

out the credits, suns going down." I sank my head into

my chest, pulling out all the credits I had. I nudged

Kash to do the same.

"What? This is your deal." He said plainly. I gave him

a dirty look and he reluctantly pulled out a voucher.

"Compliments of the Corporation."

"Put that thing away before someone tries to kill you

boys!" Talla cried. Kash looked surprised and I was a

little shocked myself when Talla ushered him toward

the building.

"How are we supposed to pay you if you won't let us?"

Kash started to get irritated with all the antics.

"I can't use that here. Gimme what loose credits ya

have and we'll call it even," she looked a little

worried as I handed her my credits. Kash pulled out

the few he had on him as well.

"I'll need a receipt." Kash spoke calmly. She rolled

her eyes, turning away. Kash looked at me, shrugging.

"It was a joke!" he insisted.

"Leave the one-liners to me, okay?" I slapped him on

the shoulder and we prepared for our journey.

- - -

If the inhabitants were mean and ugly, the planet was

worse. Across the hot, sun baked surface was nothing

but rock, scrub and dirt. The dull brown scenery

zipped by as the sun slowly set in the west. The

blood red moon was slowly rising and as the

temperature dropped clouds started to form. Talla

warned us that the rains came at dusk could be quite

heavy, but never lasted very long. A perfect way to

hide our entrance.

Occasionally we'd zip past a Scrub Lizard or two. We

thought at first they were large snakes but when the

popped up on four legs we knew exactly what they were.

Vicious buggers, big and rugged with spiked heads and

pointy teeth. Not something you'd want to mess around

with. It was a testament to the toughness of Talla

that she even survived an encounter with one never

mind only losing an eye.

On the horizon I could see large carrion birds,

circling and diving, on thermals of heat. It could

only mean the Last Call. A shaft of lightning hit the

ground and the storm started. I was on the speeder

bike, nowhere near it's full speed, leading the

skimmer towards the valley. Within seconds we were hit

with the rain, soaked to the bone. This would only

cause us to go faster. The bitter night's cold would

freeze us. We didn't want to be still out here when

the temperature dropped.

As we closed in on the rocky outbreak I could smell

the Last Call before I could actually see it. The

stench of rotting flesh exposed to the heat and air. I

nearly gagged, trying to hold my breath as I put on

the cloth filters Talla gave us. She knew we'd need

them. As the rain came down, harder than ever, it was

almost deafening. Soon the rocky ground was a muddy

quagmire. Behind some boulders we hid our speeders.

The valley, a few meters away, was long and narrow.

It was darker than it should have been at this time of

day due to the cloud cover but I could see a pole

supporting cables and a generator near the side of the

valley. A tiny, lit shack with a small window was next

to it and I could see a figure moving inside.

"Guard post." Kash stated, muffled by the breathing

filter. "Must be some kind of cable lift. Brings them

down to the base." As if on cue the generator hummed

to life. The cable, indeed, did form a loop and

within a few minutes a lift car came to rest on the

lip of the ledge. Two rough looking men clamored out

as the lone figure in the shack came out to meet them.

They spoke for a moment, then the three lit cigarettes

of some kind and continued talking.

"Must be a coffee break. Let's make this short and

sweet." Kash stood up. Through the blur of the rain

silently made it over behind the shack. I pulled out

my blaster, prepared to fire at the first sign of

trouble. A flash of lightning showed me Kash a few

feet away from the trio. Then the orange embers of the

cigarettes were all my eyes would allow. I tried to

rub the light from them, to get a better look as I

wiped rain from my face. I looked up in time to see

two orange dots fall to the ground. Another burst

into a small flicker. Another flash. Kash was alone,

standing among the three who were laying in a heap,

signaling for me to follow.

"Damn he's good," I muttered as I ran hap hazardly

through the muck, not nearly as graceful as Kash. I

quickly opened the shack door to find it empty. A

small communications transceiver was all that was in

the wooden shed. I walked back into the shower; Kash

was tossing the bodies over the steep embankment.

"Let's see how they like it." He quipped. Another

flash of lightning. It was horrific. Bodies on top of

bodies. I'd never seen so many. Like an entire town

had been swept into this vast hole. Small furry

animals scurried across bloated, decaying faces. The

smell was not nearly as bad thanks to the rain, but I

had to fight the urge to vomit. I tried to take

comfort that the victims in the massive grave were

mostly murders and thieves. But it didn't help.

Kash, seeing my discomfort through the rain, put a

hand on my shoulder. I looked up briefly and walked

toward the lift.

The lift was just a plain metal box, slapped together

and not very stable. I followed the cable into the

darkness. Chiseled into a sidewall of the valley,

lights of a spaceport shone. Ezra was down there and

I was damn sure not going to leave this hellhole

without her.

Kash stepped into the lift as it swayed gently. Rain

dripped in through rusted cracks in the roof. With the

press of a thick button the little tram descended. The

trip was only a few minutes long but it felt like an

eternity. The machine gun pelting of the rain on the

metal roof was maddening. The fact that lightning was

coming from every direction and we were in a metal box

scared me to death. Kash even seemed a little more

sullen than usual.

The lift came to a stop. We had passed the hangar

entrance for their shuttle crafts and were in a

darkened side entrance. Protected from the rain, we

stepped into the dry cave. The smell was no longer

prevalent so I removed my filter.

"Probably a containment field. Block out the smell."

Kash offered. I nodded, walking near the only door.

Drawing my blaster I pressed close to the door, hand

on the controls.

"No turning back." I warned. Kash looked vacant and

prepared.

"No turning back."

Chapter 4

Inside the Hanger

The lights were dim in the hangar. A soft orange glow

filled the large chamber as men and droids moved

about, on their way to finish one task or another. A

shuttlecraft, new and shiny, was the only vehicle in

the area. It was an odd looking three-finned craft

with Imperial markings on it.

"Must be that new Lambda Class I've heard about," Kash

assumed, whispering into my ear.

"Looks like an expensive T-16," was all I could say.

We hid behind some fuel canisters, waiting for a

moment when we could enter the area unnoticed. After

a few seconds we slipped out from behind the

canisters, walking toward the rear of the large bay.

No one seemed to notice as we exited from a door in

the back.

We walked slowly down the darkened hall lit only by

the occasional glowrod fastened to the rocky walls.

The complex was literally dug out of the rock; the

elaborate system of tunnels seemed to extend

everywhere. Without warning, Kash pushed me into a

side tunnel as he hid himself into the shadows. I

stumbled against the rocky wall, pressing alongside

it, willing myself to be invisible.

With a lanky, relaxed gait, the large Devaronian,

Mentol's first mate, strode by. He was preoccupied

with something or another on a datapad, walking by

without giving either of us a look. When he had

passed, I poked my head out. With a jerk, I was

grabbed toward the direction of the horned alien.

"Follow him. He'll know where the droid and our cargo

are." Kash let go of my collar and silently followed

behind our pirate friend. A few turns and corners

later, the Devaronian walked into a well-lit room. He

tossed the datapad onto a desk. Apparently this was

his workstation. A small console sat on the desk and a

small chair was the only other occupant. Kash rushed

into the room, blade drawn as I raced in after him.

The red faced being didn't looked surprised, just

blank shock that this attack was happening. In a blur

Kash hurdled the desk, grabbing the Devaronian by the

throat. I slapped at the door controls, shutting out

the rest of the complex.

"Where's the droid?" Kash demanded as he pressed his

vibroblade against the thick throat of his captive,

drops of the rain still dripped from his wet face. The

Devaronian's eyes darted about, not sure how to handle

to situation. He muttered for a moment trying to get

his wits about him.

"Uh...The droid is...uh...the droid is on the Asylum.

It's in orbit around Korbin. It's due to leave again

on the next rotation." The words stumbled from his

lips. Kash shot a glance at me. I gave him a frown.

"Doesn't leave much time. Where's it heading?"

"Out near the Ondar Nebula. Onduu, I think." The

pirate stammered and stuttered, still reeling from the

surprise.

"Keep talking," Kash ordered. His face was calm and

steady, like it was chiseled from stone.

"We're attacking a luxury liner. The Nebula's Pride.

Supposedly a big one, lots of rich people."

I took a step forward, gun ready. "Where's the

bloodsniffer?"

"It's being held in the shuttle. We...we found a buyer

for it." A knock came at the door. It's metallic ring

echoed in the tension.

"Gantx? Why's the door locked?" a voice asked from

behind the thick metal door. I ran to the controls,

making sure the door stayed locked.

Gantx, his red horned face contemplating his options,

spoke.

"Uh...I have some business I need to take care of..."

his eyes narrowed focus. I could see Kash tense.

Apparently loyalty or the fear of Mentol's anger made

him shout out.

"We have intruders. Code 3." Before Gantx could

finish, Kash slit his throat. Gantx shriek turned into

a sickening gurgle as I slapped at the controls. I

started firing before the door completely opened

catching the pirate in the chest as he tried to run

off. I grabbed the slumping body, dragging him quickly

inside.

"Great. Now what?" I looked at Kash for some ideas.

"We're going to need to cut communications off to the

main ship. No need to tip them off before its time.

I'll take the sniffer and we'll meet back at the

SlingShot." Kash spit out orders like a natural.

Imperial training sometimes has it advantages.

"I'll disable the communications array. If I'm not

back in an hour, take off without me." It was my turn

to take control of the situation. I held out my hand,

Kash gripped it firmly.

"Good luck, Garic."

"Luck's for people who don't know what they're doing."

I smiled my best grin.

He looked at me flatly.

"I know...good luck."

- - -

I raced down the darkened tunnels, deeper into the

complex. Without any trouble I made my way to a lift

that went to the roof. As I sped higher toward the

ceiling I looked at the cold stony tunnels.

Like rats in a nest, I thought to myself. My life

wasn't always the best. Never have much money, not

knowing where my next meal was going to be. But I was

living it with throttles wide. These pirates though.

They lived on the run, hiding in dark tunnels.

Striking when you least expect it. Murdering and

pillaging. What kind of life could they possible

have, living in these dark tunnels? I shook my head in

disappointment. Where's the fun?

The lift stopped. A metal catwalk was the only walkway.

It was old and rusty. As I put my foot on it

tentatively, it swayed gently. With no lights, the

darkness made it even more uncomfortable.

"Nothing's easy is it?" I asked myself. With all my

courage I took another step. I could see it wasn't

going to give right away so I shuffled across slowly.

The scaffold led to a small door. The computer

terminal in Gantx office said this was the only

access to the roof, where the transceiver was located.

Three quarters of the way across, a support wire

snapped. The catwalk shook violently and I fell off.

My arm managed to grab the metal floor. I desperately

tried to kick my legs up but the rusty lip of the

platform crumbled, sending a rain of corrosion on the

floor below.

Two men passing by heard the shower of rust and metal.

They looked up at me as I hung there like a

chandelier. The sweat on my hands was loosening my

grip. I tried to stay as motionless as possible.

They stared for a moment. Thankfully it was too dark

for them to see me. They dismissed the noise and

walked off. After a second or two I tried to work my

legs back up onto the catwalk. After a few tries I

managed to hook my leg on a rust hole. I shifted my

body up and onto the platform. I rose to my knees,

crawling my way to the door.

I could still hear the rain outside, pelting against

the metal door. As the door slid open the roar of the

storm hit me like wall. The rain had increased in

intensity; I could hardly see a few feet in front of

me. The ground was slick and muddy. Dirty puddles

covered the surface. The smell of the Last Call was

strong so I put my filter back on.

Not far off was a small cluster of electrical

components. I waded over to the framework of antennae

and power converters. The entire area seemed to hum.

Occasionally sparks would flare from a loose

connection. It wasn't uncommon for the electrical

terminals on the makeshift camps for less than perfect

equipment. Now I had to make sure not to get fried

too. That was going to be a trick in itself.

After taking a cautious look around, I found a

removable console. I ripped it off its hinges,

exposing wires and circuits. I could see the lip of

the canyon not far off to my right and the rickety

tram come to the top. The silhouette of a man with a

large block hovering on its side, emptied out of it.

Looked like Kash found his prize.

Pulling my blaster, I turned back to the jumble of

cables and wires. I covered my eyes, firing several

rounds into the console. Sparks and flames shot up

into the wet air. The smell of melting plastic and

ozone was unmistakable. The entire communications

coupling was fried as well as several back-up systems.

Lights dimmed; finally flickering out. I shot the

antenna a few times for good luck.

"What a mess." I smiled at my handy work. I slid my

blaster back into my holster heading back to the door

before the rains picked up again. I scurried back

through the slippery muck, sliding to a stop at the

door. I reached for the controls when the door opened.

Surprised glances exchanged between the shocked

Aqualish guard and myself. His bristled face barked a

howl as he tackled me with his thick furry arms.

Knocking the wind out of me, we landed with a thick

splash in the muck. I rolled him off me as I tried to

grab my blaster. I pulled the barrel out of the

holster as he jumped on my chest. A thick booted foot

pinned my arm as I squeezed a round off into the

night. His webbed fingers wrapped around my neck,

cutting off what little air I had managed to inhale

while a meaty hand ripping my filter off with a jerk.

With a jolt I managed to kick my legs up, wrapping my

feet around his head. I tightened my legs as he

squeezed harder. Now it was a contest to see who could

kill the other first. But my legs were stronger than

his arms as I yanked him backward.

His hands slipped off my neck and I gasped loudly in

the rain, choking on the water. I scurried back on my

haunches as I tried to pull my other gun on my

opposite side. My hand found the empty holster and I

looked up as a flash of lightning lit the sky with a

crack. Thunder boomed. I hadn't replaced my lost

blaster from Extan Four and now I was regretting that

fact.

Another flash and the crash of thunder. I could see my

blaster near the edge of the cliff. Slipping and

flailing, I threw my body toward my weapon. I could

see it within reach when a sharp yank on my leg landed

me face first in the mire.

As I was pulled backwards, mud and sludge drove its

way up my nose. The Aqualish drew me closer as I

managed to rear my free leg back and kick his brutish

face. He stumbled backwards but didn't let go. I was

twisted in his grip but managed to finally stand. He

barked again as I kicked him sharply in the ribs.

With a leg sweep, he connected with my thigh sending

me sprawling toward the ruined transmitter. It sparked

absently as I tried to avoid touch the bare metal.

Gaining my composure, I found my legs and stood. The

Aqualish was also on his feet and racing toward me.

Another shower of sparks mingled with the rain as fate

and timing were on my side. I ducked at the last

instant as the brute charged. Catching his midsection

with my shoulder I sent him flying into the antenna

array. Sparks and squeals filled the night as the

Aqualish sizzled and flashed. I was standing too

close. A pulse of electric energy sent me sailing

away. Confused and stunned I lay on the ground for a

moment as the rain subsided.

My arm was numb; a tingling sensation filled my body

like a thousand tiny needles pricking me. I could

smell charred flesh, but now I wasn't sure if it was

my opponent or me. Smoke rose from the terminal as I

staggered to my knees, trying to crawl toward my

blaster. Its cold metallic weight was a welcome

addition to my own.

The smell was finally coming back to me. In all the

chaos, my body had shut out the horrible stench, but

now was allowing it to take center stage. I nearly

gagged when the door opened across the muddy plateau

and several pirates spilled out. I managed to get on

my feet just as one of the men fired, hitting me in

the chest. I stumbled backwards, slipping off the lip.

Rock and mud crumbling beneath me. With a scream I fell

backward, rolling and bouncing down the craggy slope

towards the bottom of the Last Call. Within moments I

was at the bottom, crumpled and bloody, not unlike the

other countless bodies lying dead around me.

My vision blurred as I felt my life slipping away.

Just another faceless corpse in a mass grave.

I'd always thought I'd go out with a bang. Maybe next

time.

- - -

The sun was high in the sky. Bright and warm. The

cloudless heavens were a perfect blue. I rose from my

spot. The canyon was empty, stripped clean of the

bodies and remains. Thought the sun shone brightly, it

wasn't hot like it should be. It was comfortable and

tranquil. The towering cliffs surrounded me as I

looked up to the top of the canyon. I was alone, the

wind brushed gently across my face.

"Is this death?" I wondered. It was so peacefully.

"Your death Garic is far in the future."

A voice spoke in rough basic. It was all around me,

surrounding me. It was a squeaky, mousy voice, yet

somehow it seemed to put me at ease. I looked around

but again I was alone. Nothing but a few boulders and

sand.

"What's going on? Who are you?" Again I looked around.

Nothing.

"I am a friend. I am not unfamiliar to you Garic."

The voice was vaguely familiar but I couldn't place

it. With a turn I saw a small creature in a black

robe. He stood silently with his hairy hands folded

together. Slowly he reached up, sliding the robe's

hood off his face. His rodent features were menacing,

yet he seemed harmless and protective. It hit me all

at once. He was the one who made that coin hover at

Jabba's!

I remember him walking into my room. I had thought he

was the laundry attendant, but when he told me a

cryptic message and then made a coin float in the air

I knew he was a force user. What he wanted with me was

a mystery.

"I am Rojak. It has been decided that I will be

your guide. Your destiny is a great one, Starr. You

are needed to save the fate of millions of lives."

Though small in stature, the rodent creature radiated

strength and power. I was confused by his words

though.

"Me? What's so important about me?"

"As we speak the Dark Side is about to claim the

planet of Alderran. Its grasp on the force is

spreading like a disease. You are one remedy to cure

its ravaging effects. You, combined with the efforts

of others, can balance out the natural order."

"Look around you; tell me what you see."

Again I scanned my surroundings. As I peered along the

canyon walls, ghostly images appeared as if the

spirits of the dead had arisen. They rose above me,

hundreds, then thousands of spirits. Each wailing and

crying in despair.

"I...I don't understand." The vision shocked me but I

wasn't afraid. Rojak's presence had a palpable calming

effect. I knew I was in no danger.

"These are the fallen. Their souls extinguished like a

flame. It is no coincidence that you are here, Garic.

Look to the heavens and watch the power of the Dark

Side."

I looked up to the sky, watching the mesmerizing blue

disappear into the darkness of space. There a blue

planet appeared. It grew large until I seemed that it

would crash into the canyon itself. I'd been to this

planet before. Alderran. The wails and cries of the

ghosts increased to a deafening din of pain. A green

laser bolt enveloped the planet and with a flash of

fire the planet exploded. And the wails stopped.

I stood their stunned. My fingers felt numb, my head

throbbed. What power could destroy a planet? Millions

of people, some of them my friends, wiped out in

seconds. I looked to Rojak dazed and in horror. His

strong look of comfort melting to the sadness and

tragedy displayed in front of him. He looked at me

with a frown.

"This is the power of the Dark Side. What evil it

does. You must stop that evil from growing out of

control, Garic. It is your destiny. You being here,

in a valley of death on this mournful day, is no

happenstance."

With a flash I was back amongst the bodies and rain.

The smell was thick, burning my lungs like acid.

"You must look at the corpses you see around you and

remember. Remember. But first you must learn what

sacrifice is. Arm yourself with knowledge, Garic

Starr."

"It will be your strongest weapon. Your journey to

the Light begins here."

Choking and spitting the rainwater out of my lungs I

lifted my head up to see. But Rojak was gone. And the

beautiful day was gone. Just the bodies and decay. I

rolled to my side, staring into the clouds as the rain

stopped. The clouds broke as sudden as the rain and

the stars filled the sky. I sat up and thought of

Alderran. Was it true? Was I dreaming? A comet skipped

across the sky, its tail burning bright. Rojak's

voiced echoed in my mind.

"Look at the corpses you see around you and

remember. Remember."

I put my hands to my face, holding back tears, trying

to focus. Today I had reached a crossroad.

"Your journey to the Light begins here."

- - -

Through some miracle, my tumble into the canyon left

me unharmed. Sure I had some scratches and cuts, but a

fall like that would have broken legs or worse,

snapped my neck. The laser burn on my chest was minor,

another minor miracle. Or was it something else?

My dream haunted me. It was so clear and precise. I

scrambled over thick bloated bodies, trying my best

not to look at the faces of death I stumbled over. The

cliff walls were still slick with mud. The temperature

was starting to drop pretty fast. As I climbed up the

sloppy slope, I realized I could see my breath and I

was shivering uncontrollably.

Making the mistake of looking down, I pressed up

against to the wall aware of how high I was. The

tramcar was not much farther ahead of me. No one could

have survived that fall. It was a couple hundred

meters. But yet here I was climbing towards the

hanger, alive and relatively unharmed. The weirdness

was staring to get to my head.

I tried concentrating on the next handhold, ignoring

the bizarre events that just happened. As I quickly

ran past the hanger entrance toward the door I could

hear voices talking aimlessly. Quietly sliding past

some crates onto the ledge, I could see the tram cable

reach out across the gorge. Two men were guarding the

controls and smoking cigarettes.

Man, I could go for a cigar myself right about now, I

thought aimlessly.

Weaponless, I waited a few minutes for them to finish

smoking and hopefully move on. They were two humans,

not to big. But in my condition I couldn't handle more

than one at a time.

"Heard they found someone sneaking around." One

offered.

"Yeah. Up on the roof. Ruined the uplink system." The

other seemed unconcerned.

"Still. Any sign of trouble, we're supposed to call

back up. The bastard killed Gantx, ya know."

"Good. He was a groveling little worm. He deserved a

whole lot worse."

"Ain't you the kind hearted." One tossed the butt of

his cigarette into the ground, rubbing it out with his

foot as the other pressed the controls for the tram.

With a whine, motors came to life sending the tramcar

down from the other side.

I was assuming Kash had made his way back to the ship.

Now I needed to get out of here before things got real

ugly. The tram settled to a shaky stop and the larger

of the two stepped in the car as the other walked

toward the complex door.

"Keep your eyes open."

"Will do."

I made a quick decision. Better get on now than later.

As the tram pulled away I bolted across the ledge

toward the swaying car. With a leap I hurled myself

against the car, grabbing onto a rusty support pipe on

the side of tram. Violently the car rocked back and

forth as we rose over the canyon.

I scrambled to the top as the door slid open as the

guard stuck his head out to see what happened. Laser

fire shot through the rusty roof sending flaky pieces

into the air.

This wasn't the best idea.

Shrapnel flew everywhere and a large piece managed to

hit the cable. It snapped slightly with a hard twang.

Its frayed metal cords stuck up in the air as if to

surrender.

With one hand wrapped around the cable and another

sawing away I dodged another barrage of blaster bolts.

A blast hit the wheel of the pulley, knocking it of

the cable and sending it to a spark filled halt. I

blocked my eyes from the sparks as the car lurched to

a stop.

Another snap from the cable caused the swaying car to

dip as well. Desperately I reached for the cable just

as it snapped. With a powerful yank the cable pulled

me skyward as the tramcar fell into the ravine below.

With whizzing of air rushing past me filled my ears. I

could see the terminal racing toward me. As I prepared

my jump I thought of Rojak.

"Your death is far in the future."

Time to test that little theory rat-boy.

I let go of the cable, allowing momentum and speed

sail me through the air. I flew past the small shack,

landing in a heap not far from the door. I rolled to a

stop trying to avoid any injury. I could feel my ankle

give and it felt like a possible sprain, but nothing

permanent. Klaxons rang out.

Guess the party's over. I ran with a visible hitch for

my speeder behind the rocky cluster. The pain in my

leg made it difficult to mount, but with a wince I

managed to climb on and started the engine. The cold

was starting to hit me. My wet clothes and beat up

body ached as I hit the accelerator. I tried to use the

engine to warm me up but the damn thing was so efficient

it didn't produce much heat.

The trip back was going to be a cold one.

- - -

Cold and irritated I could see the city not far off in

the distance. The icy wind whipped at my face, c

happing my lips. The speeder's comlink control was

frozen solid. No chance of getting Kash's attention.

I took a lazy look behind, like I had been doing every

few minutes since I left the base. I thought I saw

something in the distance on the horizon. My brow

furrowed and I tried to squint for a better look. Even

though it was night, I could see the dancing lights of

speeders behind me.

And not a couple speeders; at least a dozen. I tried

to coax more speed out of my ride but it was at full

throttle already. As the city approached, I slowed

down to maneuver in the tight streets. The sandstone

walls zipped by and I soon was back at the Hidey-Hole,

parking the speeder out of sight. I ran inside to a

half empty bar.

Talla was at her regular station talking with a

customer. I tossed the speeder's ignition key to her.

"Garic. You look like death warmed over!"

"No time to talk, honey!" I hobbled by her, a bloody,

muddy mess.

"You take care of yourself." She smiled widely as I

rushed toward the front door. I stopped to bow and

blow her a kiss.

"You know it sweetheart. See ya soon." I bumped into

a few rough looking guys as I opened the door. The

grumbled a complaint but I was in too much of a hurry

to listen.

I ran through the dim streets looking at my

chronometer. Only had a few minutes before Kash would

take off. If he hadn't already.

The roar of repulsor engines filled the air. I ducked

into an alley to see the hoard of swoops rumble

through the streets. Seems they were going faster than

I thought. I leapt over some sleeping drunks and

stumbled down the alley toward the hanger.

I ran through the maze of alleys and streets to see

the dozen or so pirates, parking their vehicles

outside our hanger.

A loud rumble of the SlingShot's engines grew from

inside. The pirates were crowded around the main door,

desperately trying to break the lock. We had fortified

it since the break-in and it wasn't about to give. I

hustled toward the access ladder to the roof as the

hanger doors slowly opened. Warning sirens went off,

startling me.

The roof was rounded with the bay doors opening like a

drawbridge. By now the pirates had managed to pry the

door open enough the start firing their blasters.

"That's my ship dammit!" I yelled as I balanced myself

along the small ledge of the hanger opening. I could

see the cockpit window with Kash sitting in the

pilot's chair trying to look at the invading pirates.

I held my breath and ran full steam toward my ship. My

leg screamed in pain but I tried my best to ignore it.

With a grunt I leapt into the air, landing squarely on

the back of the Slingshot. I stumbled on the cold

metal and crawled, scrambling over to the top hatch,

to key in my override command as the hanger filled

with twenty or so of Mentol's crew. The sirens

stopped, signaling that the hanger doors were now

completely open.

The hatch slid opened and I dropped in as I heard the

engines flare, pirates screaming in the fiery wake.

Anxiety and tenseness dissolved as my feet hit the

familiar metal floor of the Slingshot.

"Kash! Get us in the air!" The shipped lurched heavily

off the landing pad as I staggered against the wall.

Faint sounds of blaster bolts hitting the hull were

quickly silenced as the engines throttled up. I made

my way up to the cockpit, the door sliding open as I

got near.

"Glad to see you made it. I waited as long as I

could." Kash didn't look back as he spoke,

concentrating on piloting the ship.

"We'll I had quite a trip getting here." I slumped

into the co-pilot chair and took the controls. "I've

got it from here."

"You look like a Starr-cicle." Kash looked concerned.

I smiled slightly, my chapped lips stinging.

"And I thought the only cold thing here was your

personality." With a look of a possible smile, Kash

turned to the navicomputer to punch in the coordinates

for Onduu.

"I knew I shouldn't have waited for you."

Chapter 5

Ondar Nebula

Mists of red and blue clumped against the blackness of

space. Twinkling stars surrounded the universe. It was

beautiful. There really wasn't any other word that

could describe it. And I wasn't going to be the one

and try.

"Magnificent..." Kash let out a breath, taking in the

Nebula.

"It's worth the price of admission, that's for sure."

I slowed the engines to take a good look. This is what

space travel is all about. Nothing but the stars and a

ship. What else did a man need?

The nebula was a haven for luxury cruises and

travelers from all across the galaxy. Not far from

it, a small brown globe sat like a clump of mud on a

wedding dress.

"There's Onduu." I gestured to the planetoid, checking

my sensors again. The nebula could gave off an

occasional radiation flux, distorting sensors and

communications. Perfect place for an ambush.

"As soon as we get out of the nebula's radiation cone

I'll download the Pride's schedule. We made some great

time. I'd guess we're about five hours ahead of

Mentol's ship." He studied a terminal display then

looked up at me. "And looking at the timetable, that

should give us enough time to get planetside and on

board."

"Strap in. I'm setting in the coordinates to land on

this mud ball," I increased the thrusters slightly to

compensate for the atmosphere of Onduu. There really

wasn't much atmosphere to compensate for.

Onduu was more an asteroid than planet. It's thin

atmosphere and ugly landscape didn't really stir up

images of a resort, but then again it was only an

overpriced transfer station for the cruiseships. Not

much more than a space station nailed to the ground.

As we sailed into the weak stratosphere, I hailed

Traffic Control to set up a landing vector. Without

incident or fanfare we eased pass the magnetic shield

onto the rocky landing pad.

The main terminal was filled with people. Rich

socialites from across the galaxy, valet droids in

tow, vacationing from their stressful lives of

counting their fortunes, waited to board the ship.

I stood in the middle of this display of wealth and

power, shaking my head.

"Look at all these rich people. Just being this close

to them makes me itchy." I walked passed a small kiosk

and bought two cigars. Handing the vendor some

credits, I pulled out my lighter. It had been so long

since I'd had one that I was getting cranky.

"Relax. We've only have to wait a little while before

they start boarding." He handed me my boarding pass as

we took a seat on a bench.

"You were going to leave without me, weren't you?" I

asked. Kash shot a peculiar glance my way then looked

back toward the crowd of passengers.

"You said an hour. I waited a good twenty minutes

longer." Kash's face looked focused and stony.

"Twenty minutes? Oh well then. I guess I should be

grateful." I rolled my eyes.

"Have you figured out a way on this scow, yet?"

"I'm working on it." His face scanned the scene. "Got

it."

"What?" I looked for whatever caught his attention.

He stood up silently and started walking off.

Confused, I followed behind, limping slightly. My knee

still throbbed slightly, but Doc did his best to fix

me up on the ship.

Kash slowed down behind two security officers. They

wore a simple uniform of gray with a thick flack

jacket and riot helmet. Prominently slung on their

hips were heavy blasters. They were the only ones in

the terminal allowed to carry weapons. Even Kash's

vibroblade wasn't allowed into the spaceport. Kash

gave me a quick look for me to stop as he confronted

the two men. The trio were out of earshot but within

seconds of initiating a conversation Kash was leading

them into a side room.

I hurried behind, far enough not to be noticed and as

they entered the room I waited at the door, trying my

best to look casual. A few moments later the door open

and Kash ushered me inside.

The room was a small conference room of some sort. The

two guards were unconscious on the floor. Kash was

already stripping one down, putting on his uniform.

"Don't just stand there. Get dressed. The Pride leaves

in a few minutes."

- - -

"FINAL BOARDING FOR THE NEBULA'S PRIDE AT GATE THREE,"

boomed the public address system, "DESTINATION ONDIIA,

ONDSAA AND CONDRAN. FINAL BOARDING"

"That's us." We walked along with the other

passengers, giving a fleeting glance to the boarding

agents. They nodded as we walked pass. I tipped my

helmet to them as I strode up the boarding ramp.

"No wonder Mentol's going to hit this ship. They have

no security at all." My uniform was a little baggy but

not enough for anyone to think I was anything but

Security.

"Shut up and act natural, Starr." As we entered the

ship I was surprised to see how clean and white it

was. The Nebula's Pride was a state of the art Mon

Calamarian Luxury Liner. The enormous ship held every

type of entertainment and wish its passengers could

ask for. Cafés, meditation chambers, shops of all

kinds selling wares from all over the galaxy could be

found. The hallways were wide and spacious.

Passengers of all types, mostly rich socialites,

mulled around in the main foyer saying their farewells

to friends and family.

"Just wander around and look official. I'll meet you

on the Engineering Deck as soon as we take off." Kash

split off from me, disappearing into the crowd.

"Wait! What about...dammit." I shrugged my shoulders,

moving along the massive corridor.

People were finding their staterooms and getting

settled in as I felt the minute lurch that indicated

the massive ship was on it way to tour the system.

Several passengers asked me for directions, assuming

since I was Security, I knew the layout of the ship.

I said whatever sounded correct and sent them on their

way.

"Hold Precious, dear." A small yippee murt was tossed

into my arms. It growled and snipped at me as a rather

larger older woman with several valet droids attempted

to open her stateroom door. She wore an expensive fur

with garish jewels that must have cost a fortune. Her

three droids guarded over dozens steamer trunks. The

murt looked like a shaven womprat with huge bulging

eyes. Its tiny sharp teeth bit at my flack jacket while

I just stood there stunned for a moment. Irritated, I

turned to my left and saw the small door next to me. I

tossed the annoying critter into the opening. I could

hear his yapping trail off as I looked into the

opening marked REFUSE. He disappeared into a main

collection reservoir and I hurried off.

"Precious? Precious?" I could here her voice as I

quickly turned a corner.

Stepped into a turbolift and sighed. I hate rich

people.

As I exited into the lower decks of the ship, Kash

caught my attention.

"I said an hour." Kash looked perturbed and I just

shrugged.

"Relax. We've got nothing but time. These guys

probably won't show for another..." An explosion rocked

the ship. Kash stumbled a little while I fell to my

knees.

Klaxons rang, warning of a hull breech. The lights

flickered and then went out. Only the red emergency

lights allowed us to see.

"Looks like they're early. Let's get moving." Kash

grabbed my arm, hauling me up on my feet. I shook off

the fall as we hurried into a nearby room. Electrical

readouts and data displays filled the room. A few

scared technicians looked our way when we rushed

inside.

"Status report!" Kash ordered.

"Uh...half dozen ships have surrounded the Pride and a

Corellian Corvette has secured itself along side,"

fear filled the stunned technician, a young man

probably just out of the Academy. "Looks like we've

been boarded. Scanners say several hundred pirates

have entered the ship. Smaller craft are circling the

ship, providing cover.

"Captain's prepared to turn over the ship."

"That's if they haven't killed him already. Where'd

they connect to?" Kash never lost his composure as he

talked.

"Deck thirty-seven-dee-fourteen."

"Looks like we've got work to do." I frowned slightly

as we ran to meet out fate.

- - -

Passengers were mulling around in the hallways, still

confused and unaware of the events unfolding. We found

it difficult to maneuver through the swarms of people.

"Don't be alarmed. Return to your rooms." Kash

screamed to the people as we ran toward a crowded

ballroom. Blaster fire erupted and everyone, Kash and

myself included, hit the floor. Six pirates had

entered the room, demanding everyone stay still. I

noticed Kash pull his blaster slowly, as he lay prone

to the floor. I had my own blaster in my hand in a

flash and with a slight nod I signaled to Kash.

Quick as lightning, we squeezed off a half dozen

rounds, one for each pirate and they fell like sacks

of laundry. They didn't even have time to return fire,

it happened so quickly. Several people screamed at the

sight of the pirates getting hit, but Kash silenced

them with an intimidating stare.

"You there! Help us with these three." Kash

yelled to a rugged looking steward.

Surprised at the order, the young man hesitantly stood

and dragged one of the dead pirates into the room Kash

had selected by kicking in the door.

I grabbed my own pirate and we tossed them in a pile

as Kash closed the door behind us.

"Cover that door. Anyone comes in, shoot them." Kash

handed one of the pirate's blaster to the steward. He

held it cautiously, the barrel visibly shaking.

"You sure like giving orders," I offered as I started

stripping out of the Security uniform.

"You just listen to them and you'll stay alive. I know

what I'm doing."

"I trust you." Oddly enough, I actually did.

Quickly we changed from respectable patrolmen to

despicable pirates. The clothes smelled horrible and

looked worse.

"Cover that hole up, Garic." Kash pointed to the

burned blaster hole in the center of my chest. I

swapped shirts with the other dead pirate.

"There. How do I look now," I spun around like a

model, bowing slightly.

"Beautiful," Kash sneered. "Let's get your damn robot

and get the hell out of here."

"Oh, after you, fearless leader." Kash, blaster ready,

yanked open the door and we went back out into the

crowded hallway.

As we neared the boarding area, the more pirates we

saw. They were corralling every passenger they could

into the large theater room, using it as a brig. A

few pirates gave us unusual glances but none of them

stopped us as we approached the conduit.

The connecting tunnel was guarded by a dozen men and

even more waited on the other side. With a grunt the

last pirate gave a look at me limping along, but

again, nothing.

"That wasn't so bad." I commented.

"They're not looking for anyone to sneak onto their

ship." Kash took a cautious step into a side room. "We

need to find a terminal and see where your droid is

hiding."

After a quick check of some rooms we found a terminal.

Its screen was dilapidated and cracked but it

displayed a quick floor plan.

Kash punched keys, scanning the stream of data

flashing across the display.

"This is interesting," he said absently. "This is

very...I knew it!" Kash punched the screen and pulled

out a recorder disk from a hidden pocket.

"What?" I tried to look at the screen but whatever

information he had shouted about had passed or I just

didn't notice it. "What?!"

Kash put a finger to silence me as he stared intently

at the screen.

He popped the disk into a small slot and downloaded

some information. "That son of a bitch. I've got'em

this time."

"What are you talking about?" I demanded but he didn't

say a word until the disk ejected from the terminal.

"There she is in the main repair bay. Looks like she's

scheduled for a memory wipe. Better get in gear."

Silently, he ran out into the hall toward the

turbolifts.

"Are you going to tell me what's happening?" I hated

being left in the dark. I was about to grab Kash and

make him tell me what was going on when the ship

lurched slightly.

"They can't be done already. It's only been," I

glanced at my chronometer, "twenty minutes!" I was

amazed at how much time had elapsed since the attack.

"Maybe they are done. That doesn't leave us much time

before they make the jump to light speed."

Pirates were known to empty a capitol ship in thirty

minutes with the right crew.

Mentol's bunch was famous for their cold efficiency.

It was definitely in the realm of possibility that

they had cleaned out The Nebula's Pride.

A group of five pirates met up with us at the

turbolifts. They looked suspiciously at us. One, a

Sullustan, was leering close in particular.

"Nub na nie, ya tama?" The mousy pirate poked at me

as he spoke.

"Hi," I gave a nod, not knowing a word of Sullustan.

"He says he doesn't know you." a human pirate raised

his blaster slowly.

Sullustans had photographic memories and never forgot

directions or people. Usually that was a good thing.

But this time it really became irritating.

Without hesitation, Kash lifted his gun, firing. My

quick draw caught up with Kash and we both managed to

blast the group.

"Kash...! You're gonna get us killed." I spun on my

heels to face him. He shrugged as the lift doors open.

A surprised Twi'lek gurgled a comment but Kash was

able to knock him unconscious with a chop to the

Twi'lek's meaty neck.

"Let's get moving." Kash waved he in to the turbolift.

"You drink too much caffeine."

- - -

The main level had the bridge and the main repair bay.

As the door opened Kash pointed down the hallway. The

walls were dingy and the hall smelled like an old

footlocker.

"Main repair bay is that way," he pointed to his right

as he headed off in the opposite direction.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"I've got something I've got to do. I'll be back

before you know it. Meet me at the lift in," he

glanced at his chronometer, "five minutes ought to do

it. We don't have much time." And with that he ran

down the hallway towards the bridge.

"Damn fools going to get killed." I shook my head as I

hobbled toward the repair bay, my knee getting worse

from all this hustling around. The door was locked but

with a quick pop of the control panel and the touching

of a few wires, it opened easily.

Arms and legs hung from the ceiling and along the

walls. If they had been human it would have been a

gruesome sight. Heads lined the shelves and a few

chest plates could be seen exposed on a workbench.

Among the mess stacked in one corner was a familiar

face. I rushed forward to see Ezra's head lying

sideways on a box full of old servos and

photoreceptors. The rest of her body was nowhere to be

found. I picked up her head, gently placing it on the

workbench. I pushed a tangle of wires and plating

aside, grabbing a portable power supply jack and I

plugged Ezra in.

With a flicker her photoreceptors flashed then came

on.

"Captain Starr! Thank goodness you're here. They're

going to disassemble me!".

I smiled sadly, rubbing my chin.

"Think I'm a little late, Ezra."

"What do you...oh my! What will I do now, sir?" Fear and

doubt filled her metallic voice. I patted her head and

lifted it up, looking her straight in the sensors.

"Will find ya a new body, Ezra. Just relax a bit and

we'll have you as good as new."

Sirens blared, startling me. The jolt made me drop

Ezra, her head bounced off the floor, rolling under a

table.

"Sir!" Fumbling on my knees, I reached under the table

to retrieve Ezra's head as klaxons continued to

scream.

"Sorry," I said absently as I rushed out of the room

into the hallway.

Surprisingly the corridor was empty and I stumbled

towards the direction Kash had hurried off to.

The bridge door opened and the lack of activity

surprised me. I was expecting crewmembers to be racing

around, the captain shouting out orders. Instead I was

meet with a barren room. From the corner of my eye I

saw two legs lying on the floor, the body hidden by a

control panel.

"Holy shit..." I said absently looking at the specks of

blood trickling down the grimy walls.

"Goodness Gracious Captain!"

The crew had been dealt with, and swiftly. The dozen

or so bodies were either laying on the floor or still

sitting in their seats, slumped over their stations.

On the main view screens three Ondarian Patrol ships

had entered from hyperspace. The reason the alarms

sounded. They were in attack formation, bearing down

on The Asylum. Voices from the adjoining captain's

quarters grabbed my attention.

"He sold me out!" Kash shouted.

As I ran in, Kash looked up, enraged. Clutched in one

hand was Tark, the other his blaster covered in blood.

Tark's face was bloodied and beaten. He tried to speak

but he was close to falling unconscious.

I hurried over to Kash as he stood over the battered

pirate anger rippling from his body. I could feel it

like a dark wave wash over me. Touching Kash's

shoulder he shuddered slightly. He was trembling; his

eyes were full of fear.

"They'll never let me forget." He muttered helplessly,

throwing Tark aside like a ragdoll. He stared at me

and then seemed to zone out. His eyes were distant

and cold.

"We've got company. Let's go." I was still shocked at

the sight but I knew there would be time to explain

later. An explosion rocked the ship.

If we live that long!

- - -

As we raced down the halls Kash seemed to return to

himself. We managed to get to an escape pod as the

ship rumbled with another barrage. The pod's door slid

opened and Kash quickly entered when I heard a loud

thundering coming down the long hallway.

Fire blossomed at the far end of the hall. Flames and

smoke spewed into the air.

Another explosion started a chain reaction as

explosion after explosion chased after one another.

My eyes nearly popped out of my head as I watched the

flames approach. My legs went on autopilot and I dove

in to the pod. The pod sealed behind me and jettisoned

as flames licked at the small craft. Looking out the

viewport we could see the Corvette explode into tiny

twinkling lights, then vaporizing into the nebula

itself. Patrol ships fired at the smaller fighters

fleeing for their lives. I sat back in the seat,

exhaling loudly.

"Too close." I smiled. Kash looked at me and nodded,

his mind elsewhere. After a few awkward silent mintues

I spoke.

"Want to talk about it?"

"Nothing to say."

"You said they'd never let you forget. Forget what?"

Kash snapped a look at me and then his face sunk a

little.

"The Empire. I wasn't completely honest with you,

Garic. I was in Covert Operations. But I wasn't a

typical soldier. I was an assassin." His eyes turned

toward the window.

"I was trained for special assignments." He shook his

head slowly. "Training isn't the right word. I was

programmed to kill. They made me a machine. I've been

fighting for over fifteen years to get my humanity

back. Today was a...setback." He was disappointed and

angry with himself. He rubbed his neck idly and then

put his face in his hands.

"Every time I feel close to leaving that life behind...

It haunts me, Garic. I've been trying to ignore it but

they never let me forget. Never. I never know. Will

this be the day it's gone? But it eats at my soul. I'm

not sure I'll ever be able to control it. They'll

always own a piece of me." He sat there stoic, not

making eye contact.

"Sometimes you have to play the game to the final

hand, Kash. But other times you can fold your cards

and walk away. You'll never be free unless you let

yourself.

That's why you work yourself to death. Guilt." He

looked at me a little confused.

"You could be trying to get rid of the guilt but

instead you add to it. You need to find away to dump

these bags off ya so you can live again. I'm not sure

what that means.

But you're never going to be free going down this

road."

"Maybe your not as stupid as I thought, Starr."

"I couldn't possibly." I smiled, as did he. We laughed

a little and waited to be picked up by the patrol.

It wasn't long before one of the Ondarian fighters

hailed us and secured the pod with a tractor beam.

After a short discussion with the commander and a

large Corporation check they brought us back to the

SlingShot.

Sitting comfortably in my chair, I lit my cigar and

pulled back on the engines. We lifted up slowly from

the launching pad into the darkness of space. I tossed

a glance at Kash and gave him a million-credit smile.

"Looks like we've managed to get everything back to

normal. Anaidni should be pretty happy with us," I

said.

"Not when I get through with him."

Chapter 6

Extan Four Space Station

The clean walls and silent hallways were unsettling.

Kash walked tall and with a quick pace as we left the

SlingShot at a private docking bay. Ezra had been

nervously asking about a getting a new body. I assured

her that she would be as good as new. But first we had

some unfinished business to attend to.

Kash entered the main reception area of the

administrative offices, his eyes concentrating on his

goal. A guard stood to stop us but Kash flashed his

ID. Nervously the guard returned to his post, unsure

what to do. We turned a corner and Anaidni Kel's

secretary droid rose in protest.

"I'm sorry the Baron Administrator is unavailable..."

the silver droid started.

"He'll see us." Kash said simply. He inserted a pass

card into the access panel and the door slid open.

Anaidni sat at his desk, his arms folded neatly as if

he was expecting us.

The office was sterile and empty. Nothing on the bare

walls for decoration. He did have one wall completely

transparisteel, looking into his terrarium. The green

canopy of the artificial jungle contrasted drastically

with the dull room.

"Gentleman. I see our fine adventurers have returned."

He was calm and professional.

"You're not going to talk your way out of this one

Kel." Kash threw a datapad on the desk as I took a

seat in one of the expensive leather chairs. I put my

feet up on the glass coffee table, pulling out a

cigar.

Kel's face frowned with insult. How dare I, it said.

"Please don't smoke in here," he said trying to keep

his composure. I chomped the end of the cigar and spit

it loudly on the floor, as I pulled out my lighter.

Within seconds I was puffing large smoke rings into

the air.

"You're through, Anaidni. I know all about your deal

with the Hutts. This is still corporation property."

Anaidni laughed slightly as he picked up the datapad.

After a quick look he tossed it back on the desk.

"Good work Mr. Pyndun. Good work indeed. But you're

too late. You think it was a coincidence that I picked

you and Starr to do this little run for me?" I pulled

the cigar out of my mouth, a little confused.

"No one knew I was coming here. How could you have

picked me?" I was suddenly lost in all this.

"Come now, Garic. How is it that a bounty hunter

attacks you within your first hour on this station, if

no one knows you're here? I hired him the second you

docked. I also knew he wouldn't be able to kill you."

He smiled a little.

"And Kash. With you off the station I could lock down

my arrangements with Jabba and deliver him the

station. No interference." Kash started getting

visibly upset.

"So you hired the pirates to intercept our ship and

delay us." Kash's fists clenched and released.

Clenched and released.

"You sold us out to a bunch of pirates, you bastard!"

I could see Kash trying to hold his emotions in check.

He desperately wanted to reach across the desk and

squeeze the life out of Kel.

"An unfortunate mistake. They were supposed to kill

you. But an error I won't repeat. Pirates are so

unreliable. With you to out of the way I could get my

work done.

And I have. In fact, as of this moment Jabba the Hutt

is in full possession of this station"

"Not quite, Kel." A voice from behind startled us all.

The office doors had opened to reveal a team of

obvious executives enter. Kash's attention went

completely to them man leading the way. He was a tall,

middle age gentleman, a few years older than Kash. He

wore an expensive suit that would have feed a small

colony. Accompanying him was a small regiment of

armored guards.

"Commissioner!" Kel stuttered.

"Pyndun here informed us of your plans ahead of time.

We've secured the station. Sorry Kel, this is one

battle you're not going to win. Arrest him." The

authoritative voice of the Commissioner was eerie.

It resonated much deeper than he looked capable of

making. The guards swarmed around Anaidni Kel, putting

heavy-duty binders around his wrists.

"I trusted you Anaidni. My father served under you

during the Clone Wars. Said you were the greatest man

he ever met."

"Dad didn't get out much," I quipped. The Commissioner

shot a look that went right through me. He then looked

back at Kel.

"You were a trusted and valued employee."

"People change, Arturan. People change." Kel muttered.

"You're a disgrace to yourself and to the military.

Thousands of lives were in the balance and you just

sold them off like nerfs at an auction. You make me

sick."

"You never had the stomach for this kind of work," Kel

replied as he was taken out of the office. It looked

like steam might come off the Commissioner he was so

enraged. But like a true diplomat and politician, he

settled himself and approached me.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Starr. Despite your record

and some of your known associations, I'm not going to

turn you in. In fact..." He looked over his shoulder

to a mousy assistant, snapping his fingers. As if he

was struck by lightning, he jumped to life to scurry

over to his boss.

"...I plan on covering your expenses and ask this

little incident be forgotten." The assistant handed

him a small datapad. He punched a flurry of buttons

and handed it to me. The amount startled me. I shook

my head, smiling.

"Forget what?" I smiled even wider as I tucked away my

new fortune.

"Excellent job, Mr. Pyndun." He turned to Kash and

stuck out his hand. Kash reluctantly accepted.

"Loyalty like yours is rare and appreciated."

"Thank you, sir. Just doing what you pay me too." The

Commissioner smiled slightly, chuckling.

"Looks like we have an opening in our company. You up

for a promotion?" Kash steady himself, looking deep

into the Commissioner's eyes.

"No sir. In fact I'm requesting an extended leave of

absence." I turned my head so fast I could hear the

bones in my neck crack. The commissioner looked just

as confused. I assumed that Kash had wanted to be the

Baron Administrator.

"I'm not sure I understand. You don't want a

promotion? Why?" The Commissioner stood there

dumbfounded.

"I've got a whole bunch of bags to unpack. Right

Starr?" He tossed a sly grin at me as he walked

silently out the door.

"Wha..." The Commissioner stood there stunned.

"I think he just quit. But don't worry. I'm sure you

can find another corrupt employee to run this place."

I patted the Commissioner on the shoulder and followed

Kash.

- - -

"Looks like this is it." I said as I tossed my travel

bag into a storage compartment as I chomped absently

on a smoldering cigar. Kash had joined me on board the

SlingShot one last time to say goodbye.

"So what's next for you, Starr?" Kash looked at me

with a new sense of relief. For the first time in a

long time he was his own person. Free from the control

and orders of others.

"Well. I never know. I think I'll try and dump this

Bloodsniffer somewhere. See if I can make some money

before I end up getting the death sentence for

carrying it. Course I need to get a new chassis for

Ezra. You?"

"I think I'll see where life takes me. I've got a lot

of things in my life to set straight and I deserve

some R and R. It was good working with you, Garic." He

held out his hand and I grabbed it firmly.

"Pleasures all mine. I'm sure our paths will cross

again."

"Let's hope not. You draw trouble."

"That's my specialty." We shared a chuckle as I walked

to the ramp to lower it.

"You shouldn't smoke those things. They'll kill ya."

"Let's hope. Take care." I called to Kash as he strode

down the ramp.

"I wi..." Something caught his eye and stopped him

cold. Without warning he bolted up the ramp, slapping

at the controls. "We've got company!" He yelled as the

door shut.

"What?" I drew my blaster instinctively as the ship's

perimeter alarms sounded. "What?" I yelled again as

Kash headed for the observation deck.

"GARIC STARR. IN THE NAME OF THE GUILD OF BOUNTY

HUNTERS WE DEMAND YOU SURRENDER!!!" A voice boomed

over a bullhorn. I took a look out of the window to

see a dozen heavily armed men surround the SlingShot.

I jumped into my pilot's chair and did my best to

throttle up to get the ship off the ground. We lifted

slowly as a barrage of lasers plastered the ship.

With a flash, an explosion ripped into the ship. The

engine compartment detonated. The ship collapsed,

falling on its landing gear. A painful screech of

twisting metal filled the ship. The freighter rocked

slightly, momentum catching up with the sudden

movement. With a thunderous crash the main landing

support gave way and the ship fell.

Unsecured storage cabinets spilled their contents as

Kash and I bounced around the interior. My cigar fell

out of my mouth as I bit my cheek. Ezra's head rolled

off the workbench, landing against the wall. The ship

leaned precariously on the remaining two supports. The

lights flickered, then going out completely. The red

back up lights blinked on as a few more explosions

rocked the ship. Another support gave way. The ship

was now at an awkward tilt to one side as I tried to

scramble for balance.

"YOU ARE WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE. AND WE DON'T CARE WHICH

WAY IT GOES." The voice was all business. Apparently

taking me in alive wasn't an option.

After a few seconds, I managed to get my wits about

me. I headed down the slanted hallway, using the wall

as support. I reached the gun turrets, grabbing the

ladder to haul myself into the gunnery seat. I managed

to fire off a few rounds at the mercenaries, striking

three in a wild blaze. In the back of my head I could

hear a dull sizzle.

"They're coming in!" Kash yelled as I realized they

were cutting through the hull directly in the ship. I

climbed down from the turret, all my targets had

scurried for cover anyway, trying my best to reach the

ramp door.

Kash was squatting just out of range from the sparks

and smoke of the fusion cutters eating away at the

hull. I knelt beside him, my bad knee complaining

slightly. They cut through the hull like a can opener,

a large section of hull dropping away allowing the

light of the hanger to pierce the darkness of the

ship's interior.

Kash and I squeezed off several blaster bolts. I saw

one of the hunters, an odd looking human, drop from a

laser. The others took a defensive position as

something flew into the opening, rattling along the

metal hallway.

"Grenade!" Kash yelled as the explosive fired. I fell

back as shrapnel showered over us. A storage door took

most of the damage but a large chuck struck Kash in

the head. He slumped to the floor not moving at all.

I backpedaled toward the cargo hold. Using the last of

my strength, I used the manual controls to open the

thick door. The odd slant of the ship made the cargo

door become a window high on the wall and I fell to

the bottom with a thick thud. I took a second to catch

my breath, shaking the pain away. There was my target.

The slab of carbonite was a meter away. Unlatching it

from the floor of the hold, I used its repulsorlifts to

move it under the door, a few meters above me.

"This is dumb, dumb, dumb!!!" I chanted as I did the

unthinkable. Pressing the release code, I started the

meltdown procedure. In less than a minute the

Bloodsniffer would be loose. I could see the carbonite

glow red and hum ominously. Using my good leg as a

best I could I jumped up, pulling myself back into the

hallway. I scrambled over debris and exposed wires,

flashing sparks and fire, toward Kash.

His heart rate was steady, but his breathing was

shallow. I carefully rolled him over to see a thick

piece of metal lodged between two ribs.

"You ain't going out like this buddy." I whispered

into his ear as I slung his body over my shoulders. I

slowly made my way toward the galley. I had an escape

route for desperate emergencies. And this was getting

as desperate as it could get.

"STARR. GIVE UP...IF YOU'RE NOT ALREADY DEAD."

"I give up! I'm injured. Can't move." I yelled as I

slid Kash toward a panel near the food processor. It

dripped ingredients for a meal it would never make,

the red sauce dripping like blood. I removed the

panel, exposing a short tunnel to the hull. I had

installed a tiny airlock, the size of an astromech

droid near the bottom, mostly to clear mynock off the

hull, but now it was the only way out.

"Be right back," I offered as I slid down the narrow

passage. I cranked the small airlock door open and

could see the floor of the hanger. I slowly poked my

head out, the blood rushing to my head as I hung

upside down. Two of the bounty hunters were cautiously

heading for the opening; all I could see were their

legs moving slowly forward. The hanger entrance was

not far behind them. I hauled myself back up the

tunnel to Kash.

"Looks like we might get out off this yet." I reached

for Kash when a light blinded me.

"Freeze! Don't move or you're slag!" I couldn't see

anything but the brilliant lamp. I looked away,

putting both hands in the air.

"I've got'em." The hunter spoke into an unseen comlink.

The light never wavered from my face.

"Wait for back-up. I'm sending in help." The metallic

radio voice replied. A sickly growl filled the air,

followed by an unearthly screech as the light bobbled

wildly away from my face. The lamp smashed against the

wall as the hunter screamed a bloodcurdling wail that

faded into a gruesome gurgling sound.

I jumped out of the passage and pushed Kash into the

small crawlspace. I lowered his limp body out of the

ship, trying my best not to drop him. He was losing

blood rapidly and I didn't have much time. As I

deposited him on the ground outside I turned to a sick

lapping sound. My eyes had adjusted to the light and I

could see the Bloodsniffer. Its thick, muscular body

flexed and jerked while its long barbed tongue ripped

the skin from its victim's neck and face. The creature

literally drank the blood, hungry from its long

hibernation. I tried to hold back a gag reflex, nearly

pulling a stomach muscle. I looked away in horror to

see Ezra's photoreceptor's blinking at me.

Again the growl.

I turned to face the evil beast. It had savagely

finished it's meal and apparently wasn't quite full.

"I'm not part of the buffet today," I slowly bent

down, grabbing Ezra's head. The Bloodsniffer seemed to

study me for a second as I transferred Ezra from one

hand to the other. His tongue flickered out like a

lizard's, testing the air. I knew I was well within

range of his razor tongue if he wanted to extend it

fully. It was playing with me. With a scream it shot

its tongue at me. I blocked the sharp appendage as it

clunked against the metal of Ezra's head. With quick

flip I tossed Ezra into the escape hatch, the beast's

head flinching for a split second.

In a blur that impressed even me, I drew my blasters,

firing three bolts. A harsh squeal and the beast fled

into the darkness leaving a bloody trail.

I hurriedly stuffed myself into the passage. Fear

gripped me as descended the short tunnel; afraid the

beast would rip into me as my back was turned. As my

feet hit the ground I turned, rolled on my back,

firing at a cluster of hunters. Two dropped

immediately as I hit a blaster of another. It

exploded, killing the man instantly. I managed to pop

up on my good leg and stumble behind the remaining

landing strut. Chemicals of all types dripped from the

hull, some noxious, others harmless. Unfortunately,

hydraulic fluid spewed from several joints. I could

see a pool forming along the ground as I stood in the

thick fluid.

The hunters had barricade themselves behind a

makeshift bunker of crates and storage cells off the

left of my position. The exit was to the left. I had a

clear shot to freedom but with my leg I knew I didn't

have a real shot.

"Look at the corpses you see around you and remember.

Remember."

Rojak's squeaky voice startled me. His image appeared

before me as I stood there ogling like an idiot.

"The stress has finally gotten to me. I'm a raving

idiot!"

"Look at the corpses you see around you and remember.

Remember. Their souls extinguished like a flame. The

Force will always be here. You must have faith."

He faded out of sight when it suddenly hit me.

"Your death Garic is far in the future."

I hobbled over to Kash to toss him over my shoulders.

I unbuttoned my shirt a few buttons to put Ezra inside

the makeshift pouch. I managed to pull a cigar from my

shirt pocket.

"You said these things'll kill me. You just might be

right." I chomped tightly on the cigar as I fished for

my lighter. My back was straining from the weight of

Kash but I still had unfinished business. I lit the

stogie, taking a few heavy drags. A cloud surrounded

me as I took a deep breath of clean air.

"Okay, rat-boy. I believe in you. This is a big leap

of faith. You ready, Kash?" Of course there was no

answer, but I could sense he was ready as I was. I

plucked the cigar out of my mouth, tossing it as far

as I could.

Like a startled animal I ran for the solid blast doors

ahead. Each step shooting sharp pains into my legs and

back. A few laser blasts chased me from behind when I

could hear the soft WHOOSH of flames. The hydraulic

fluid lit up and spread like a flood of fire. The

intense flames set off alarms. The heavy blast doors

started to seal as I plowed forward. The hunters

squeezed off a few more rounds until the situation

dawned on them. I could feel the heat lick at my boots

and legs as the churned forward. I was a few meters

from the door when the screams of the hunters echoed

through the hanger but were drowned out by the

haunting rumble as the SlingShot exploded.

I lunged forward, sending Kash's limp body through the

doors as I slipped and rolled through the small

opening between the closing doors. Ezra's head, still

tucked away in my shirt, knocked the wind out of me as

flames shot out from the doors. With a loud thud the

doors cut off the flames and destruction of the

hanger. The hallway erupted with sirens and fire

retardant foam. Soon the entire hallway was full of

the bubbling suds.

"Good...Idea..."I said breathlessly. " I...need...a...

bath." I sunk to the floor and passed out.

Epilogue

Sitting in the medical bay, the holonet images ate at

my heart. Alderaan had been destroyed. I have friends

there. Or had. Gone. Wiped out in the blink of an

eye. For what? Nothing. Murdered by the Empire. I

shook my head, wiping the tears from my eyes. The

worst part was I had seen the whole thing as it

happened. It replayed in my mind over and over again.

A horrible memory I couldn't shake.

Kash was still in intensive care. The metal chunk had

pierced his heart. Doctors say it was a miracle he

survived. Had the piece been removed before the

doctors had pulled it from his chest after four hours

of surgery, he would have died instantly. The

Corporation was going to buy him a new heart and give

him his full pension. Not a bad deal.

As for me... Well, they promised not to turn me in and

cover my expenses too. But I had to erase myself from

their sight forever. An agreement I could handle.

Apparently Jabba has increased his bounty on me. The

hunters were direct employees of the slimy worm and

the fact that I still owed him money for the Slingshot

was adding insult to injury. Seems very little turned

out good for me in the long run. Problems just seem to

snowball. I just wish one thing had gone right.

"Sir?"

"Ezra? That you?" I was shocked. The Corporation had

promised to take care of Ezra, but had exceeded my

expectations. In walked a sleek, dynamic,

state-of-the-art android. Same pretty face, brand

spanking new body.

"Wow. They did a number on you!" I laughed, clapping

my hands as she walked into the room. Her bronze

exterior shined and glimmered. She looked like a

million credits.

"Do I look acceptable, sir? I'm quite pleased." She

announced.

"Hot damn! You look sweeter than Kyfr punch."

"The doctors said you'll be clear to leave after

tomorrow. But I am more than a little distressed about

our travel arrangements. The SlingShot was

unsalvageable."

"Yeah...I did a number on her, didn't I?" I sighed

loudly. That old ship was good to me. Sure, I had my

share of problems, but she was no hunk of junk like

Solo's ride: The Falcon. But desperate time, lead to

desperate acts. I hated to sacrifice her like that.

You must learn what sacrifice is.

Rojak's voice had haunted me over the last few

days. What did I have to do with all this? Why me? Why

Alderaan?

Anger swelled in me again at the thought of that

defenseless planet, obliterated. Was I supposed to

stop that? Or stop it from happening again? What could

I do? I'm just one man. It's not my war. But I have to

do something. Then Rojak's words echoed in my head. I

knew what I had to do. The only thing I could.

Your journey to the Light begins here.

"What are we to do, Sir?"

"We fight back."