14 - Sacrifice

Etz and Topolev stood in the animal corral watching the street activity as Falker disappeared into an alley that lead to the docking bays. One of the dewbacks nudged Topolev’s shoulder and head. He pushed it away and turned to Etz, “We’ll make a Sandtrooper out of you yet” pointing at the sandy-colored dust now beginning to gather and cling to what had been the stark white Impervium of Etz’s legs.

Engedi Etz glanced down at his legs, “Looks that way. Who would’ve guessed that a street kid from Corellia would end up a Sandtrooper on Tatooine.” 

“I’m from Corellia too. What part are you from?” asked Topolev asked, again pushing the dewback’s massive head away. 

Etz looked his way momentarily, then back out to the street, adjusting the pouches on his belt. “Well, I’m not really sure I’m from Corellia, that’s just where my earliest memories take place. I don’t really remember my parents. If I had to guess, they were probably migrants, traveling planet to planet looking for work, but I don’t really know. There were a lot of kids living on the streets in and around the Naval shipyards, and I guess they figured I was old enough, and would be OK if they left me behind.” 

Topolev quietly listened as he continued. 

“I remember one day a group of us were running scams around the shipyard, and we stopped to watch a squad of Stormtroopers arriving. I couldn’t get the image of all the polished troopers in formation out of my head. I ran errands and helped with equipment and armor repairs to earn their trust, and occasionally they gave me fresh food and water. They were there to oversee construction on a huge Super Star Destroyer, and it took years. By the time I was old enough to enlist, the troopers I had come to know encouraged me to join up, and here I am. What about you?” 

Topolev thumbed off the power switch of the E-11 he held, and slipped it snugly in its holster, snapping the guard strap firmly in place as he spoke. “My old man was an Army recruiter, so I was pretty much expected to be a soldier. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not something I didn’t want, but the huge boots for me to fill were several generations old by the time I was ready for my turn at doing so. I attended a private military academy until I was old enough to ship out to Carida.”  

Etz pulled off his bucket and grinned, “Don’t worry. I won’t hold that against you.” 

Topolev pulled off his helmet, breathed in a breath of fresh air and continued. “I went through basic training and was assigned to a security detail at an Imperial prison on Stygeon Prime. After several attempts to transfer out of that freezing, desolate post, I was finally assigned to Desert Combat training on Dantooine; quite a change from the icy mountains that surrounded the prison. My armor has never been the same since. I was cleaning it once when I first got there, and an older trooper explained that having dirty armor wasn’t something taught in training, but it showed what you had been through, your experience, and your history. I haven’t bothered trying to clean it since. On one of my training exercises we worked with Special Ops and pulled off a raid on several spice smugglers. I must have done a good job because they gave me one of their black pauldrons when I shipped out to my new post on the Leviathan, where I trained recruits for the next year or so.” 

Etz looked over to him. “Sounds pretty solid. How’d you end up here?” 

Topolev grabbed a loose saddle strap on one of the Dewbacks and cinched it a bit tighter. “An officer I knew was engaging in, shall we say, ‘inappropriate conduct’ with one of the female trainees. On one of the training missions that we were providing support for, the two of us were arguing about what was going on, and there was an accident. Several trainees were injured and the officer died. Although it was never formally declared my fault, that was what lingered in the air once the investigation was over.” He took a deep breath. 

“The next thing I knew I was reassigned. I was put on the Leviathan, and a few days ago I was told to board a shuttle in the Talus sector. It was the shuttle that brought us all here. If they only knew the favor they were doing me. I always enjoyed my desert assignments.” 

Falker reappeared out of the alley and walked up to the other side of the corral wall. “Transponder’s planted, we’ll know exactly where he is and where he goes.”  

“Great” said Etz, pulling on his bucket, “Let’s go find Ddraig and Deckard, and see what they’ve found out from the Hammerhead. 

 

*

  

Ddraig and I sat on top of several discarded intoxicant crates littering the alley, listening to the unfolding story of Ben Kenobi. Nadon looked up as Falker, Etz, and Topolev rounded a corner and walked up to us, and continued his story, not missing a beat. 

“I knew of several places that might possibly work for what he had in mind, but the location we finally decided on was within the wreckage of the B’Omarr starship. One of the cargo bay outriggers that was deeply embedded in the sand seemed to be a perfect location. It would provide the much needed shelter from the suns and winds, and protection from possible damage inflicted by sandstorms. Aside from being sheltered from the elements, it also afforded Kenobi the necessary mounting points for securing cables, and enough expansive area to set up an effective Bafforr tree perimeter. You see, he was creating a training arena, a secure, secret spot from which to impart the knowledge he had gained as a knight in the Jedi Order. The dozen Ysalimiri and their Bafforr tree nutrient hosts were my contribution to the scheme . . .” 

Nadon and Kenobi climbed over the jagged stone and loose sand of the slope, making their way up the hillside, noting mangled starship thrusters belonging to the ancient, ill-fated B’Omarr starship protruding from the rugged bluff. Finally, they reached a slight leveling of the terrain and stopped to catch their breath. The ever-changing waves of the great Dune Sea broke on the base of the rocky formations of the Jundland Wastes. Nadon turned away from the amazing view and walked over to the small pile of crumbling ruins they were looking for.  

Kenobi followed, both passing through the remnants of what had been a stone archway, an entrance created long ago by the surviving B’Omarr monks, leading into a primitive shrine where they meditated. 

Nadon stepped around scattered massive blocks, moving toward what was once the rear of the small room. “The B’Omarr that survived the crash built this not only as a place to meditate, but a way to safeguard and defend the entrance to their supplies” he said, lowering his shoulder to a stone slab and pushing with his incredibly strong legs. The block slid to one side, revealing an opening with uneven stone steps disappearing down into cool darkness. 

Nadon pulled out a handlamp and stepped through the opening. Ben stepped up, put his hand on the edge of the opening, leaned his head inside and looked around asking, “How far down is it?” 

“Not far”, Nadon replied beginning the descent into the darkness of the mountain. Against his better judgement, the Jedi followed into the shadows. On any other planet, this carved tunnel might have been damp, but not here. Fine dust rose with every step taken down the narrow stairs, which curved inward and ever down, deeper and deeper beneath the surface of the hill. Finally, the two came to a hollowed out area along the smooth exterior skin of the starship outrigger. Nadon moved to the right, running his hands along the durasteel until he found a small, recessed latch. He pressed it in with his hand, grabbed the center handle, and twisted slightly. Gears turned with a metallic scrape within the door, followed by a hollow thunk as the latch released. The door pushed in and slid to the side with a scrape. Nadon turned back to look Ben in the eye, “Welcome to your new temple, Master Jedi”, motioning for Kenobi to enter. He followed through the opening, feeling and tasting a change in the air.  

They emerged on a small landing, surrounded by a durasteel railing on the edge of a huge space. Ben stepped up to the rail, wrapped his hands around it, and stared into the stillness of the dim chamber, raising his head to take in the enormous structure they were now inside. To the left, the floor inclined slightly, angling back up toward the surface.  

Light streamed through scraped openings in the portion of the starship’s hull that was still above ground. A number of the skin panels had ripped off during their fiery descent through the atmosphere and headlong crash into the sand. To the right, the massive bay grew darker and sloped down into the sand where it had come to rest all those years ago. It was here, in the darker, more protected areas that we would set to work. 

The pair turned away from the railing and followed a catwalk to a ladder which they descended to the floor. 

“There are several levels of walkways, ledges, and overhead framework and rigging that we could use to place the Bafforr trees and the Ysalimiri on. Each tree location will shield approximately a ten meter sphere around itself. If we space them out correctly, you can have a good sized training room in here with no worry of stirring the Force outside it at all”, said Nadon.  

Kenobi nodded, looking up to the ceiling as he twisted the hair of his beard, deep in thought. He was seeing himself training young Luke, showing him how to use the Force to balance on the stretched cable as if it were a wide walkway. He envisioned a small swarm of remote seekers buzzing around the blindfolded boy, saw him moving through the room, balancing on the wire and wielding his father’s lightsaber to deflect all of the energy bursts like the capable younglings that were slaughtered with it. 

He envisioned Luke meditating and centering himself in the Force enough to learn control for any anger he might have for Vader. “This could work” said the Jedi. “When will the trees and Ysalimiri be ready to bring out here?”  

Nadon scratched his arm as he mentally estimated, “About three months to grow to a size that will begin to afford you the veiling you require.” 

Kenobi nodded as Nadon continued, “Come, I have more to show you.” He took Kenobi by the arm, leading him deeper into the wreckage.

 

* * *

  

A squad of Stormtroopers hurried through the Death Star hallway searching for the fugitives. Kenobi slipped silently out of the shadows, feeling the presence of his old Padawaan much stronger now as he watched the troops disappear down the passageway. With a swift motion, he unclipped the lightsaber from his belt, drawing it up in front of him as he cautiously looked around. He left it deactivated, but in readiness for the confrontation he knew was close at hand. 

He hurried cautiously along the dimly lit tunnels of the enormous battle station, slipping unnoticed toward the hangar that housed the Millennium Falcon. A deep concentration cloaked the old Jedi Master as he walked, envisioning the escape that Luke and the others must be allowed to make if there was to be any chance of undoing the tragedy of Vader. Centering himself in the Force, he made his way closer and closer to the ship. He was almost there. Perhaps his visions were incorrect. Perhaps it might be possible to make it off the station alive, to continue the beginnings of Luke’s training on Dagobah with Yoda. 

As he rounded a curve in the hallway that emptied into the hangar, his visions of that possible future path dissolved as he came upon the still and silent form of Vader, shimmering red saber drawn, waiting motionless for his old master. 

Ben stopped, taking in the view of the man that was once his Padawaan, his brother, his friend. The dark Lord strode slowly toward him. He saw the horrible, grotesque angles of the dark breath screen and helmet that encased the many faces of what had once been Anakin Skywalker. Kenobi saw past the protective blackness to the face of the young boy who had raced pods, who had fought alongside him in the Clone Wars. 

But that boy had engaged him on Mustafar as an enemy, embracing the dark side of the Force and falling from the grace intended for the chosen one. Obi-Wan reluctantly depressed the activation switch on his lightsaber, remaining perfectly still in his defensive stance, breathing the stale air. He whispered to himself, “I will do what I must.” 

“I’ve been waiting for you, Obi-Wan, we meet again at last. The circle is now complete. When I left you, I was but the learner, now I am the Master.” 

Kenobi stared at him, the ego of his old padawaan echoing through the deep tones of his new, simulated voice. He had learned nothing. “Only a Master of evil Darth”, acknowledging the Sith before him. Anakin Skywalker was dead and gone. 

Vader, enraged by the comment, lunged at Kenobi, who moved to block the strike. Obi-Wan’s body pulsated from the flow of the Force racing through him, illuminating him, binding him to the knowledge and strength of all those that had gone on before him. He felt every one of their hands on his saber hilt. 

The old knight had worked hard over the many years on Tatooine, hiding in the darkness of the wrecked starship, training beneath the Bafforr trees and Ysalimiri that had been intended to shroud the training of Luke. He had labored to remain in top form, knowing that this day would come. He also knew that he needed to toy with Vader, give the illusion of a tired, weak old man; occupy him and his attentions so that Luke might escape unnoticed, allowing the small ripples the boy was beginning to make in the Force to be overlooked by his father. 

Ben sensed Luke nearby, and knew that once the guards were distracted and drawn away from the ‘Falcon, Luke and the others would be clear to board and escape. He felt the presence of Qui-Gon behind him, the large hands of his master gently resting on his shoulders like a proud father. Keep your thoughts centered on the here and now, Obi-Wan.” He relaxed, and defended a flurry of slashes from Vader that seared the walls in a shower of sparks as they circled each other. 

“Your powers are weak, old man” said Vader, pausing, wishing to continue toying with this feeble old knight a bit longer.  

Ben confidently held his ground, eyes locked on the tinted lenses of the black mask, “You can't win, Darth. If you strike me down, I shall become more powerful than you can possibly imagine.” 

Vader slashed at him again, locking sabers with his former master. Energy flashes illuminated the hallway as the hum of the lightsabers crackled in the silence. “You should not have come back.” 

There was a flurry of motions, swords screaming and hissing, protesting the fury with which they were being slammed against the competing energy of the other. Ben and Vader moved toward and then apart from each other, whirling to avoid the deadly blade in their opponent’s hand, switching sides in the hallway. As they did so, the troopers gathered at the entry ramp of the Millennium Falcon noticed the fight, and double-timed it around the cargo lift to get a closer look at what was going on. 

As he stepped back, noticing the troopers closing in on the other side of the open blast doors to watch the fight, Ben felt a small wave in the Force, deep down beneath the coursing and churning on the surface. It was a very subtle movement. Luke had seen them. He turned his eyes to the hangar, spotting Vader’s son and daughter. His mind flashed over the many years he had spent protecting the boy, keeping watch from just out of sight as well as times he had been needed to protect Leia as well. 

Solo and Chewbacca were helping the princess to safety, and the ‘droids were already boarding. Ben’s gaze drifted back to Vader, trusting in the Force that the long-concealed boy would turn the tide, would restore all that had been lost, and would redeem one, if not two damaged knights. The twins would escape to safety. 

He knew the instruction from the specter of his former master, and the destiny that was his to fulfill was correct and about to come true. He closed his eyes, reached deep into the Force and silently repeated his final warning to Luke as he raised his lightsaber up before his face, silently awaiting his fate.  

Vader wasn’t sure what to make of it at first. Then, anger overwhelmed him. He was finished with the toying; enraged at the man who had turned against the Republic, turned his Padme against him, and left him for dead. 

A wide, sweeping arc of snarling red light cut through the air as he swung his saber sharply around, slicing through Obi-Wan at the waist. Kenobi felt no pain, only the explosion of his physical body transforming instantly, merging with the pure, fluid energy of the Force. He was immediately overcome with a warm feeling of being home once again. The others that had gone so savagely before him at the hands of the clones welcomed him. 

His tattered Jedi robes fluttered for an instant in the air and then fell to the floor, his deactivated lightsaber dropping on top. 

Having seen Ben cut down by Vader, Luke screamed “NO!” 

The transfixed troopers whirled around at the sound of his scream, firing on the group escaping into the ship. Numbed by what he had witnessed, Luke raised the blaster in his hands and returned their fire. He dropped several troopers before they even had a chance to retaliate. The others fired back, throwing bright red energy bolts sizzling past him. 

Wary of a trick, Vader stepped on the piled fabric of the old man’s cloaks several times with one of his black boots, making sure that he was finally rid of the thorn that was Obi-Wan Kenobi. 

Solo blasted one of the troopers and yelled to Luke, “C’mon!” 

Leia joined in. “C’mon. C’mon. Luke it’s too late!” 

Solo screamed at him, “Blast the door, kid!” 

Luke managed to destroy the blast door control panel, and continued firing as the doors closed, sealing Vader in the hallway beyond, and trapping the remaining troopers in the bay. Solo and the princess retreated up the ramp into the ship under heavy fire as Luke continued to blast away at the troops.  

The Living Force was churning wildly with the concentrated energy of the newly received Jedi Master. His life energy was determined and focused to fulfill his final tasks, pass his final trials, pass on his warning. Kenobi had communed with the spirit of Qui-Gon for years during his time on Tatooine, training, meditating, and learning how to remain connected with Luke beyond his own death. All that training converged in this moment of his passing. 

Somewhere deep down in his core, Luke felt a momentary calm wash over him, and the unmistakable presence and energy of Obi-Wan was with him as he felt Ben’s instructions echoing in his head. 

“RUN Luke, RUN!” 

Without thinking, he turned and obeyed, running for the safety of the Millennium Falcon.  

Solo and Chewbacca jump-started the cold engines of the Corellian smuggling ship and recklessly lifted off, slipping backwards out of the hangar, careening around to an attitude of escape, and firing the main engines, accelerating away from the station.  

 

* * *

 
Crossing the voids of space, sweeping worlds the galaxy over, waves of change radiated through the Force from the epicenter onboard the Death Star. For most of the living, there was no indication that anything had changed. Life went on as it always had. 
 
For Force-sensitives throughout the galaxy however, a momentary tugging at their insides was felt as the energy equilibrium was upset, followed by a slow, steady calming, just as a disturbance caused by a rock thrown into a still pond eventually ripples back to stillness. 
 
As the wave raced through the galaxy, the tugging sensation washed through a small creature seated in the warm, flickering firelight of a small hut. It grabbed at the cloak around its shoulders with a small, three-fingered hand as thunder rolled overhead and heavy rains poured outside. Eyes that had been held shut in meditation suddenly opened wide in the dim light as the realization of what had happened became clear. He had work to do.
 

* * *

 

The Hammerhead stared off past us as if he were watching the events he was relaying unfold. “Having surveyed the darkened areas for constructing the Jedi training area, we moved down to the extreme front of the huge storage bay and stepped through and over a gaping wound in the crumpled skin and twisted frame of the ancient starship to find ourselves in another stony corridor littered with rocks and debris. As we moved further into the depths, the darkness was closing in around us when we finally began to see a faint light from somewhere up ahead. The huge chamber of the starship we had left behind was completely dwarfed by the immense opening we spilled into at the end of the tunnel.  

I watched as Kenobi came through behind me and took in the view for the first time. He planted the soles of his boots on the monolithic stone bridge that spanned a dizzying drop into the darkness below. He placed a hand on the stone wall for balance, and leaned his head back to take in the sheer size of the cavern we were now in. Light filtered down from an opening far up in the hillside somewhere, but the stillness and pressure of the air here was suffocating. As we moved out onto the bridge, we could see several other bridges similar to the one we were standing on, one at the same level, and others at varying heights, both higher and lower.  

The starship had impacted into the sand and stone of the hillside and broken through into an enormous underground complex carved from the stone of these caverns . . . .” 

“What is this place?” asked Kenobi as his eyes trailed over the intricate carvings in the stone bridges and arches.  

“I’m not sure”, replied the Ithorian. I stumbled into it some time ago when I was first exploring the wreckage. However, from what I can make out from the carvings and primitive symbols, whoever it was that built them, they pre-dated even the Tuskens and the Jawas.” 

Topolev spoke up as Nadon paused in his narrative. “We’ve seen the wreckage, but haven’t been inside. You’re going to need to take us there and show us everything. We need to see it all and check for more information. It’s all important at this point.” 

I nodded. “Exactly what I was thinking. C’mon old timer, we have some exploring to do” and I took the Hammerhead by the arm.  

“Rogue and the others have the shuttle. It’ll have to wait until they get back” interjected Ddraig. 

I looked over at Etz. “Wanna see if your discovery from earlier works?” 

He nodded and stood up. “I’ll go see if I can bring her online, you guys head for the courtyard behind the barracks. I’ll meet you there soon.” 

I nodded and began moving Nadon away. 

Falker looked at Ddraig. “Discovery?” 

Topolev pulled his helmet on as we spilled out onto the street. “You’ll see.”

 

*

 

Etz pulled off his helmet as he hurried through the command center and bunk room into the rear storage area. He grabbed the metal lever, pulled it down and stepped on to the center of the descending lift platform. As it settled to a stop, he raced off through the open doorway into the underground cache and through the bay doors they had left open. He jumped up onto the rear tailboard, moved forward into the cockpit area and set his bucket down as he looked over the panels of the transport. The controls were a little unusual, but not too far out of the realm of his training. Several switches were flipped, dials adjusted, and then he pressed a rocker switch forward to bring the engines online. He heard a slight clicking sound and a small indicator meter in the panel lit up and flashed, showing that the batteries were depleted.  

He jumped off the tailboard and headed back to the other room. The cannons were still in the way of the equipment racks, so he squeezed between them, looking the supply shelves over for another power cell. His eyes moved quickly over the contents of the racks: rifles, rations, blaster power clips. He bent down to look over the lower shelf. 

There was a thick metal slab of some kind, on top of which were more power clips, a few miscellaneous mechanical parts, and finally two larger power cells. Pressing the indicator tab on top of both showed they were at full capacity. As he grabbed them and went to pull them away, the wiring harnesses caught on something, some protrusion from the thick slab on the bottom.  

He unwrapped the wires and pulled away the twin cells revealing a hand, thrust up from within the cold metal block. Startled, he fell back across the aisle into the rack behind. He raised himself to one knee and leaned forward to look at his new discovery. The hand was human, but encased within the metal of the slab. He looked left and right, taking note of the size of the slab, then stood quickly and made his way back to the transport to install the new power cell.

 

*

 

Topolev, Ddraig, Falker, and I took our time as we moved Nadon to the courtyard behind our barracks. “Let’s move up here and wait for Etz” I said, leading Nadon up to the loading platform. As we did, the sand began to shake in the open courtyard, vibrating, leveling out. 

“What the . . .” said Falker, as a mound of sand began to grow in the middle of the open space. 

Loose sand slipped away from the center of the rise, sliding down on all sides to reveal the smooth surface of a magnetic shield that was being pushed skyward by something beneath. 

Finally, the upper hull of the transport breeched the magnetic membrane barrier as it pushed through the stretched shield, rising up from our underground hangar bay and slipping into the air. We could hear the hum of the engines as Etz brought her to a still hover above the shield, and the bay doors closed beneath it. “Everybody In.” 

 

*

 

0600 and Rogue were in the shuttle’s cockpit bringing the engines online as the others filed in and found their seats. Before boarding, Danz walked over to Huff Darklighter. “What were the names of the other dead? The unmarked graves.”  

Darklighter was watching as Fixer, Deak, and Windy used sand disrupters to dig deep enough to properly bury the dead. He spoke without removing his watchful eye from them. “Cliegg and Shmi Lars. They were Owen’s father and step mother.” 

Danz nodded and turned to go, then stopped and turned his head back. “What was Shmi’s name before it was Lars?” 

Darklighter tensed a bit as he sensed even more danger for his son’s friend Luke than the boy had already managed to find on his own. “Skywalker.” 

Danz nodded and ran off toward the shuttle. Huff turned his head slightly, watching the trooper go. What had Luke gotten himself caught up in, he thought to himself. The shuttle ramp stowed as the ship lifted from the sand and throttled away from the farm, leaving the small group of locals and their dead behind. 

 

*

 

Our troops were well on their way back to Mos Eisley when they were suddenly surrounded by swoop bikers and small speeders. The lead swoop rider motioned for them to set down. 4120 glanced over to Rogue who cautiously said, “Let’s see what they want.” 

He unbuckled and called down the open ladder hatch into the troop area. “Weapons on and drawn, we’re making an unscheduled stop.” 

As he powered on his own weapon, a communication from Topolev came over his helmet comlink. “We’re en route to the B’Omarr starship ruins, just checking in on your current position.”  

Rogue responded. “We’ve left the moisture farm and are on course back to Mos Eisley. We’re currently stopping to see what a group of local swoop riders wants with us. Lock into the beacon I’m sending out and head our way. You can catch them off guard just in case things turn sour.” 

“Roger that. Beacon received. We’re about five minutes out and throttling up” replied Topolev. 

The shuttle settled into the sand and the swoop riders circled around several times, before coming to a stop behind their speeders, several meters from our extending ramp. Rogue climbed down from the cockpit, talking over his shoulder to his pilot as he descended to the troop area. “Keep her idling and warm, just in case.”  

4120 replied. “You got it.”  

Rogue slipped past the troopers on his way to the ramp with his E-11 drawn as they unbuckled. “0600, Blade come with me. Danz, you and Felth cover us from the ramp.” 

Topolev crackled in his headset as he stepped down the ramp. “ETA to your position, 2 minutes.” 

He stepped off the ramp with his weapon drawn but lowered. 0600 and Blade followed, flanking him. The lead swoop rider switched off his engine and casually dismounted, slowly crossing the gap to meet Rogue. Several leathery-faced Weequay watched attentively from the speeders, weapons at the ready. 

The dirty rider wrapped in layered Ronto leather armor shifted his eyes to the troops on the ramp for a moment, then over to Rogue’s crew. “Jabba the Hutt has been watching you and your men since you arrived. He requests a meeting,  now, at his palace. We’ve been sent to escort you there.” 

As he finished his sentence, our troop transport rose over a dune and slipped in behind the Hutt’s men. Everyone turned to look as Etz allowed the rear of the transport to slide around, exposing Topolev, Falker, Ddraig, and me standing on the tailboard, weapons trained on each of Jabba’s men. 

Falker called out. “Everything OK here?” 

Rogue locked eyes with the swoop rider, then called back to Falker. “Everything’s fine here. Jabba’s ready to meet us”, he said, looking over to the transport. “I’m surprised it took this long.” He shifted his attention back to the swoop rider. “We’ll follow you. Etz, fall in behind.” 

He turned to re-enter the shuttle passing by Danz and Felth. “Here we go.” 

 

*

  

The superheated engines of the Outrider gave up some of their heat to the blistering afternoon winds in rippling, vaporous waves as Dash Rendar released the Rancor’s stun collar from its bulkhead mounting. The dazed, semi-responsive beast slumped to the repulsor sled floating just above the deck beneath it, nearly knocking Dash over. He knelt down and adjusted the settings on the collar to ensure his continued safety. His last-minute decision to take a slight side trip to Corellia had taken longer than he would have liked. By the time Jabba decided he wanted something, he was already impatient for it to be delivered.  

He pushed the sled down the extended ramp to the sizzling sand and breathed in the hot air as he scanned the edge of the rugged ‘Wastes’ behind his ship. He’d spent a great deal of time on this next-to-forgotten planet, but he was always struck by the untamed, stark beauty of the Jundland Wastes. The repulsor sled glided easily over the sand as he maneuvered it up a plate durasteel ramp up to the only one of several large access hatches in the stone wall that had been left open. He knew it led into the lowest level of the maze-like bowels snaking beneath Jabbas palace. He had been through each of these hatches at one point or another over the years making various deliveries. 

Far above, at the summit of the nearly vertical cliff face, was the domed turret where the main palace entrance was located. 

Rendar paused and looked back over his shoulder as a swarm of small speeders and swoops came rushing up followed by an Imperial shuttle and a large speeder. The group of ships raced past. The swoops and speeders snaked along the winding path the led toward the summit. The shuttle throttled up and ascended the cliff. Something unusual was up. Rendar shook his head and pushed his delivery inside as the large hatch coarsely ground closed behind him. Nysad, the Kajain’sa’Nikto guard that had opened the hatch, moved himself further into the shadows as Rendar passed. 

Our transport silently approached the massive durasteel main chamber entry, pulling up behind the shuttle, which had just raised its side wings to the upright position and extended its landing gear into the sand. The swoop riders had dismounted and were awaiting Rogue and the others as the entry ramp began lowering from beneath the jutting cockpit of the elegant ship. 

Etz cut the thrusters and we slowed to a halt. Topolev grabbed his helmet, pulling it on as he stepped off the tailboard. “This prototype gets my vote.” 

Falker agreed. “Yeah, I’ll take a ride like that any day. I like that it’s open to the air. How does she handle, Etz?” 

“It’s Cygnus Spaceworks. Pre Sienar Fleet Systems merger. Older tech, but very smooth, like a cross between the control sticks of a T-16 Skyhopper and a TIE fighter, but with the power of a TIE interceptor”, said Etz climbing out of the pilot’s seat and heading to the open rear section.    

I slipped my bucket on, powered up my blaster, and stepped off the rear deck following Etz. “T-16s are nicely powered with twin DCJ-45 repulsorlift engines for liftoff and an impressive Incom E-16/x ion engine for thrust, but they’re definitely no match for the interceptor.”  

“Very true Deck, very true” said Ddraig, securing Nadon to the floor of the transport with restraints. “Just a precaution, old timer.” 

The watchful eyes of Jabba’s men were on us as we circled around the transport to join up with the rest of the 104^th. The Weequay from the speeder closest to the gate was checking in with a weathered sentry ‘droid whose bulbous, lighted eye jerked around to scan us, then back to the Weequay again before abruptly retracting into a small portal in the wall. 

A few moments passed, and then a sudden shrieking scrape of unlubricated metal on metal as the giant locking teeth of the lower edge of the gate scraped out of recessed receptacles in the ground, and the huge entryway opened slowly. 

Under the glare of the twin suns, the cavernous space behind the entrance was hidden primarily in shadow. The imaging sensors in our helmets had not yet activated, and were useless for seeing what lay ahead, as we were still in the light. One of Jabba’s men motioned for us to follow. I stepped between two of the recessed receptacles on the threshold and into the darkness beyond, with the others following. As we moved out of the light, the heads-up displays in our helmets immediately flashed on, revealing what had been hidden inside. We were in an immense entry hall, quite dim, and with a high ceiling. 

We were herded across the sandswept stone floor toward an archway leading off to the left. Several spider-walker ‘droids silently ambled out of our way, each with a clear brain canister hanging below the body, fluid gently sloshing this way and that, with a monk’s brain suspended inside. Etz kept a wary eye on them as we passed through a shaft of light streaming down from an open port near the ceiling. 

Our Weequay guide indicated that we should wait behind for a moment, He stepped ahead to speak with a sentry and was told that Jabba was not yet ready for the Imperial visitors his men had intercepted. Tatooine was Hutt-controlled, and while he felt his authority was not in question, he was determined to make sure there was no room for doubt with newcomers. Several minutes passed before one of the guards indicated Jabba’s readiness for us. 

Our escort led us further into the courtyard and through an archway guarded by a Gamorrean on each side. Stale body odor radiated from their stained, well-worn leather armor as we passed between them to a staircase that lazily spiraled downward. 

As we made our way down, a tall male Twi’Lek hurried up the curved staircase from below to intercept the Weequay leading us. We stopped our descent as they quickly spoke in hushed tones. The Twi’Lek looked disapprovingly our way several times before turning to hastily return to what lay below. 

Our guide motioned for us to continue following him down. Ultimately, at the base of the steps, we emptied out into a dim, crowded room teeming with the hushed, murmuring conversations of dozens of creatures, both nearby and disappearing into the dark recesses of the space. The weight of the air was suddenly and noticeably heavier here, compressed beneath the dense and complex fragrance mix of spice and exotic smoke intermingled with the somewhat unpleasant odor of the assembled occupants. 

Cautiously, we filed into the parted crowd, filling the wake created behind the Twi’Lek as he pushed forward, clearing a path toward the raised stone dais on which Jabba was lounging. The Hutt was relaxed, eyes closed, smoking his pipe as he listened to the bounty hunters. Dengar Roth, IG-88, and several others hovered around the crime lord like vultures, perched and waiting for their meal to finally die. Another stepped forward out of the shadows, instantly recognizable in his Mandalorian armor. 

Suddenly Jabba interjected into the conversation, smoke escaping his flared nostrils, “Mel wanta chim en Wookiee, jee Nolata tah da po nikee pa poonoo . . . gee nula sotta.” 

(I want him and the Wookiee, but I want them alive . . . I want them to pay for what they’ve done to my business . . . I can’t afford to appear soft.) 

Moving closer to the front of the dais, we stepped across a metal grate in the floor as the Twi’Lek stepped up beside the Hutt, whispering to him. I looked down as I crossed it and noticed the sandy floor of a cavern about twelve meters below. Several men were removing a collar from a stunned animal. My eyes darted up from the events below and scanned the faces in the room as the rest of the 104^th filed in around me. Minions from several dozen races moved closer, encircling us.  

The Twi’Lek backed away and stepped down to the floor, catching the eye of the beautiful green-skinned female Twi’Lek dancer that sat with her feet dangling in front of the mass that was the Hutt. As he passed, he ran a hand lightly over her lekku, making her shudder. She turned away sharply, eyes closed, repulsed by his touch. It was then that I saw a chain connected to the band around her neck which trailed up to an anchored fitting on the front of the throne. 

"Chowbaso!" thundered Jabba.  

“Welcome!” echoed the Twi’Lek, glancing back to Jabba, awaiting his next words.  

“Kee chai chai cun kuta?  Kee madda hodrudda du wundee, della Tatooine.”  

“What are you doing here?  Tell me why you are here on my planet, on Tatooine?” said the Twi’Lek. 

Rogue took a step closer to the Hutt, “We’ve been sent here to reactivate a presence in Mos Eisley.” 

Jabba listened closely. 

“We’ve been charged with quietly ensuring the safety of the moisture farmers, their farms, and their crops, especially during the harvest. We fully acknowledge that Tatooine is Hutt-controlled and we have no interest in your business, holdings, or dealings so long as they don’t interfere with or become a component of our unsanctioned agenda.” 

Jabba’s eyes narrowed a bit as he looked us over, “Jobasco tuhn joffa Imperial?”

(So, the Empire is not “officially here?”)  

Rogue nodded his head down once, “That is correct.”  

Topolev and I were scanning every corner of the room searching for the concealed cameras that had supplied our predecessors with their datacard recordings. Jabba snorted a bit and laughed in a deep, rumbling laugh, “Ho ho ho ho”, as he waved a hand at us, looking away, already finished with us. And just like that, the conversation had ended, his attention already moved on to his dancing girl, Oola.  “Da eitha!”  

(Sit by me now!)  

She cried out, “Na chuba negatorie.  Na!  Na!  Natoota…” 

(No, No . . . please, no!) 

The Hutt’s voice thundered in the small room as we were being led out, “Boscka!” 

Topolev looked over to me. I shrugged and kept walking up the stairs toward the grand hallway above, but something didn’t feel right. It was too easy. For as much as he seemed undisturbed, the Hutt would definitely be watching us, that much was certain. 

The tall Twi’Lek moved to the center of the room as we left, speaking to Fett and the others. “And now the matter of the reward offered for the, shall we say, disappointment? Bounty hunters, come with me.” 

Someone coming down the stairs pushed past me on his way toward the throne room. It was the human that had been unloading the animal in the pit. I heard him burst into the room below, talking to Jabba in a loud voice. 

“I’m glad you like him. Yes, he’s young, but should grow to a nice size for you in a few years. Malakili seems happy to finally have something to train. He’s been far too long down there without a pet.” Jabba laughed deeply and ran his hand down his dancer’s back, licking his lips as the man continued, “What would you say if I told you I could source a pleasure ship for you, a luxury sail barge complete with . . .”  

The voices of the throne room trailed off and were overtaken by the sound of our footsteps on the stone stairs as we slowly ascended to the main hall. Jabba’s men escorted us past the Gamorreans, through the lengthy entry chamber out to the main gate. One guard waited for us to pass. As soon as we were all outside in the fading sunslight, he turned and retreated inside with the others and the gate slowly rumbled and scraped closed, sealing the palace.  

We were left standing in front of our ships, with the late afternoon wind blowing. 

“Where did this come from?” said Rogue as he walked toward the transport.  

“Etz found it”, I said.  

Topolev joined in, “When we diverted to meet you, we were on our way to follow up on a lead from information supplied by Nadon. There’s something we all need to check out, a possible lead for more information about Ben Kenobi, at the B’Omarr starship wreckage.” 

Rogue looked back at him, then over to 4120 and 0600.  

Topolev continued, “It seems our outcast Jedi was working on a scheme to secretly train new Jedi.”

  

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Continue in Chapter 15