"Who"s there? Move and I"ll shoot!"
Uh-oh-Deep in the Southern Underground the corridor opened up into a huge hemispherical chamber, as big as a city square, with a high roof, good lighting, and a circle of shops around the perimeter. Here the thick smells thinned. People and aliens moved about, protected by armed guards in some kind of uniform who were obviously here to maintain some semblance of order. It could have been a small-town shopping area almost anywhere on any civilized planet.
Around part of the circle where they stood were a bakery, a weapon shop, a shoe store, a clothing kiosk, an electronics market. Here a restaurant, there a cantina, and there, a plant store. Leia sighed, relieved. The place had changed since she"d been here, but their destination was still here.
"There," she said to Chewie.
The inside of the plant store smelled great, would have been delightful anywhere but more so given these surroundings. There were platters of gray stikmoss, potted stretchy plants, flowers of all kinds, colored from red to violet, and thick, billowy sheets of yellow fungus draped on the walls and ceiling. This latter pro-duced oxygen without a need for sunlight and was thus particularly suited for underground habitat. The amount of oxy in the air here was so great it made Leia lightheaded to breathe it.
The ceiling was four meters high, necessary because the original owner of the plant shop had been an old Ho"Din named Spero. Ho"Din were usually at least three meters tall themselves, counting their vermis-like hair, which looked like nothing so much as a nest of snakes covered with bright red and violet scales.
Leia looked around and spotted the tall and spindly alien as he moved from behind a display of feather trees that brushed against the ceiling.
Old Spero was still alive. Another stroke of good luck.
"Good meeting," Spero said. "How may I a.s.sist you?" Leia spoke. "We"re here to collect a debt, Master Gardener."
Since many Ho"Din were famous for their ecological work, especially that with plants, "Master Gardener" was considered a high honorific among them. Spero had earned his t.i.tle by creating the strain of yellow fungus that hung on his walls and was used all over the galaxy.
"I cannot recall that I owe anyone a debt," the old Ho"Din said.
"Certainly not strangers." He looked amused.
"Not even Leia Organa?" Now he did smile. "Ah, yes. The princess. I owe her my life and those of my entire family."
"She would have you aid us."
"And how do I know you are from Princess Organa?"
"How else would we know of your debt?"
He nodded. "Reasonable. What would you have of me?"
"We need to know about Black Sun. Who runs it, how we might contact them." Spero sighed. "I was about to make tea. Would you care for some?"
"Another time, perhaps."
"Well, then. Black Sun is led by the Falleen, Xizor. He is known variously as the "Dark Prince," or sometimes "Underlord." He is also the owner and president of XTS-Xizor Transportation Systems-a more or less legitimate concern worth billions in itself. He seldom leaves Coruscant, has a palace that ranks with those of the Emperor and Darth Vader." Spero pointed up at the ceiling. "On the surface, though portions of it ex-tend deep into the ground."
Leia and Chewie looked at each other. This con-firmed what Guri had told her. It was what she needed to know. Leia nodded and started to turn away. "Thank you, Master Gardener," she said.
"You are welcome, princess." Leia turned back to stare up at the old alien. "Ex-cuse me?"
"Ho"Din are not limited to their eyes and ears, princess." The thick fleshy "hair" on his head stirred and waved, flashing bright under the shop"s lights. "We never forget our friends."
Leia bowed. "Then consider our debt balanced."
The Ho"Din bowed in return. "Nonsense. Mygrandchildren"s grandchildren could never live long enough to repay you. But I am happy to have been of some small service. Move with care, princess. Black Sun is a formidable foe."
"I will. Thank you again, Master Spero."
Outside in the open area, Leia nodded at Chewie. "Well, it seems as if that much of Guri"s story is true. Best we go and meet her."
Chewie growled, and she wasn"t sure if he was agreeing or disagreeing with her.
24.
Luke still held his lightsaber loosely in his right hand. He gripped the weapon tighter, thumb on the control as he slowly turned to face the owner of the voice behind him.
"Sorry, I thought this was the "fresher," Luke said. Well. It was worth a try.
The alien facing him was a Nikto, and the comment must have puzzled him, at least for a second. Then his horn-rimmed eyes went wide as he recognized Luke. He thrust the blaster out one-handed.
Luke thumbed the lightsaber control. The glowing blade added its light to the dim room.
The Nikto fired, and a red bolt speared at Luke. He let the Force flow, and the bolt ricocheted from his blade, bounced back... and hit the shooter in the foot. The Nikto dropped his weapon, grabbed at his wounded extremity, and began hopping on his other foot, yelling.
"Ow, ow, ow, ow, owl"
If it wasn"t so dangerous it would have been funny.
So much for sneaking out undetected.
Luke ran at the injured shooter, hit him with his shoulder in pa.s.sing, and knocked him sprawling. As the swoopers had been, the Nikto also was more adept at cursing than he was at shooting.
Doors began to open into the hallway, and armed bounty hunters, most of them dressed for sleep, emerged.
He was in for it now. He swung the lightsaber and tried to cut a path to freedom.
Leia and Chewie worked their way to where they were to meet Guri. The place was a public park on the surface, a small dab of planted greenery surrounded by plasticrete and durasteel.
"It took you longer than expected," Guri said when she saw them.
"We stopped to see the sights," Leia said.
Guri glared at her, and Leia felt strongly that the woman-no, the droid-didn"t like her.
"Follow me," Guri said.
A horizontal hail of energy bolts stabbed at Luke - The Force let him move faster than he thought possible, and he wove a defensive tapestry with his lightsaber that turned the hard rain away. Ricocheting beams. .h.i.t and pierced walls, bounty hunters, the floor, the ceiling. It was dangerous to be here, no matter where you stood.
Amazed as he was at his speed and skill, Luke knew it couldn"t continue.
He had to miss only one block and he would be a goner. Sooner or later, they"d get him.
He ran forward down the hall, and the shooters ahead of him gave way against their own reflected firepower.
There was a lot of yelling going on with the blasting: "-look out, you fool-!"
"-there he is, get him-!"
"-watch it, watch it-!"
"-I"m hit-!"
He didn"t know how far he had to go to get to the exit. He had a good idea that if it wasn"t pretty close, he wasn"t going to make it.
But Luke went with the flow of the Force, continued to cut and block, to parry bolts and flesh and bones as the bounty hunters tried to stop him.
There wasn"t a lot of choice; he couldn"t exactly stop to think about things.
Ahead and to his left, the wall suddenly shattered and imploded.
Smoking debris spattered in all directions. Some of the bounty hunters were blown down by the implosion; others fled. Smoke roiled and filled the corridor; acrid vapor burned Luke"s nostrils.
The general chaos increased.
What-?
"Luke?"
He knew that voice.
"Lando? Over here!"
Yet another blaster joined the fray, only this one wasn"t aimed at Luke.
Bounty hunters fell.
"Regroup!" somebody yelled. "We"re under attack!"
The confusion increased.
Luke saw Lando stride through the smoke and smelly vapor, saw him fire with offhand precision, nailing several of the confused bounty hunters.
"Like shooting snakes in a shoe box," Lando said. He grinned. "You called for a cab?"
"Me? What makes you think I want to leave? I"m having fun here." Luke pivoted and chopped the barrel off an outthrust blaster. The weapon began to hiss and spew sparks, and the startled owner dropped it and fled.
"Yeah, right you are. This way." Lando led the way, blaster working. Luke followed, blocking shots from behind. They went through the ruptured wall and into the night.
It wouldn"t take long for the bounty hunters to pull themselves together.
They had better get far away before that happened.
"I"ve got a, uh, borrowed landspeeder parked over there," Lando said. He paused, fired at the building behind him. "What say we go for a ride?"
Somebody in the ruptured wall yelled in surprise and pain as Lando"s blaster bolt found him.
"The Falcon is in the middle of a public park five minutes away. I left Threepio watching it."
"Threepio? Where are Leia and Chewie?"
"That"s a long story. Better we get back to the ship before I tell it."
"How"d you know where to find me?"
"Dash gave me the planet. I got here and found out about the raid on the Bothan safe house. I know a few locals who owed me favors; they told me where these yabbos had set up shop."
Lando ducked. A blaster beam sizzled overhead, missed by a good two meters. "Can we go now and play Question the Quarren later?"
"Good idea."
They ran.
Behind them, the bounty hunters kept shooting.
Aizor observed with a critical eye the lower branches of his six-hundred-year-old miniature firethorn tree.
The small plant had been a gift from a former rival seeking to make peace with Black Sun after a... business disagreement. Less than half a meter high, the tiny tree was a nearly perfect replica of the hundred-meter-tall firethorn trees that grew only in a single small grove of the Irugian Rain Forest on Abbaji. The dwarf tree had been in the former rival"s family for ten generations and was, to one who knew the value of such things, most precious. Were his fortunes to evaporate and leave him completely broke, Xizor would still not sell this plant, not if somebody offered him a decamillion credits.
There were those who would offer that much and more. Little trees such as this had connected to them a great deal of history.
He moved the tiny mechanical scissors in with great precision. Centered the almost hair-fine branch between the blades... cut...
Ah. Perfect. That single cut was all the tr.i.m.m.i.n.g needed this year.
Perhaps next season he would take off that obtuse-angled branchlet on the next ascending branch. He had a year to think about it. He pulled the scissors away carefully. Regarded the firethorn. Beautiful, it was.
Beautiful enough to excuse the mistakes of its former owner. The man had made errors in judgment, but this gift showed he was also a man of some taste and intelligence. Errors could be forgiven if there were other mitigating reasons. Xizor was, after all, a civilized being, not a reflexive thug.
He would allow Princess Leia to find that out about him. Just as he would allow her to find out other, more intimate things about him...
It"s so good to see that you are all right, Master Luke."
"Good to see you, too, Threepio," Luke said.
Lando hurried past them for the Falcon"s c.o.c.kpit.
"Move it, Luke," Lando called back. "Not only do we have the bounty hunters to worry about, there"s an Imperial convoy heading this way.
They"ve just dropped out of hypers.p.a.ce and into the system."