13.
Dengar managed to twist himself around so he could see what she was talking about. A raw laugh burst from his throat as he recognized the mottled surface, rounded and stretching higher than even the tallest humanoid"s stature.
"It"s the Sarlacc," said Dengar. "Or part of it, at least." From his precarious hold on the rock outcropping, he watched as Neelah played the light across the immense serpentine form, its bulk sealing off the far end of the cavern. There was no sign of the creature"s head or tail, as the segment made visible by the lantern lay immobile. "That"s why it smells so bad in here, remember? There"s probably pieces of it scattered all through these tunnels, or whatever"s left of them."
Nose wrinkling in disgust, Neelah stepped a little closer to the giant form. Enough light bounced off its scales, made shinier by patches of decay and the dried ichor of its blood, that the pallet with Boba Fett on it could be seen several meters away. The two medical droids, the readouts on their torsos blinking, regarded Neelah"s investigations with only mild curiosity.
Dengar turned back to his work on their escape route. "Get that light beam up here-"
"It"s alive!"
The force of Neelah"s shout came close to knocking Dengar loose from the outcropping. "What"re you talking about?" He pulled himself farther up on the stone before looking back down. "You can smell that the thing"s deader than-"
"It moved!" With her voice a mixture of fury and alarm, Neelah pointed at the bulk of the Sarlacc segment. "I saw it just now. When I poked at it."
"Nothing to worry about," said Dengar. His arm, where it crossed over the stone"s corner ridge, was starting to go numb. "Probably just part of the decomposition process. You must"ve disturbed some gas bubble inside the tissues. It"s probably going to get a lot worse smelling in here real soon-"
His words turned to silence as a visible shiver ran across the towering convex wall of the Sarlacc segment. Dengar could easily see the motion, like a peristaltic wave traveling across the scales and crusted decay patches.
"There!" Neelah kept the lantern beam directed at the glistening bulk. "That"s what it did before! I thought you said this thing was dead!"
It"d better be, thought Dengar. A sense of foreboding moved up from the base of his stomach and into his throat. Boba Fett had killed the d.a.m.n thing; he"d blown his way out of its gut. From trauma like that, "the Sarlacc had to have died; there was no other possibility. None-the word looped inside Dengar"s head with a touch of panic.
That fear rose out of his dark, unbidden wondering. No one had ever seen the Sarlacc entire; it had lain buried in its nest in the Great Pit of Carkoon before there had ever been sentient beings on the planet of Tatooine. The Tusken Raiders, who had ridden their s.h.a.ggy bantha mounts across the Dune Sea wastes for centuries untold, had ancient legends of the Sarlacc giving birth to itself at this world"s center in the days before the twin suns had split apart. Born and growing with the slow persistence of an eternal creature, digging and rooting itself in its tunnels beneath the sand and rocks, until the day would come when it had eaten everything else and would consume itself, continuing an endless cycle of destruction and rebirth.
It was all nonsense, Dengar knew. There was no point in paying attention to Tusken myths. But at the same time n.o.body on or off Tatooine had ever determined the exact physiology of the Sarlacc. Maybe it"s got more than one stomach, thought Dengar. Or it can regenerate itself, like a plant. Nice possibilities for it; too bad for anybody who might have foolishly wandered into its reach. Like us-His fears proved suddenly correct. The curving wall of the Sarlacc segment reared up, like a giant serpent uncoiling. It reached higher than Dengar"s hold on the outcropping, the scales dragging across the roof of the cavern several meters away from him. A shower of rocks and sharp-edged debris rained down as Neelah scrambled to temporary safety near the pallet and the two medical droids.
The interior of the cavern shook with seismic force as the Sarlacc"s writhing form crashed down again. Dengar gripped the outcropping tighter, trying to keep from being thrown loose from it. More rubble poured down the widened gap, with hot stones and sand falling across his shoulders and the side of his averted face.
Even before he could see what was happening down below, Dengar had gotten his end of the rope line around the outcropping and had knotted it fast. "Grab the line!" he shouted as the dust started to settle. "I"ll pull you up!" , He could feel her tugging at the other end of the line. But when he could see below himself again, the s.p.a.ce dimly illumined by a combination of the daylight from above and the beam of the lantern knocked on its side, he saw that Neelah had dragged the unconscious figure of Boba Fett from the pallet and had gotten him upright. Fett"s weight was braced against her shoulder as she looped the line around his chest.
"There-" Neelah stepped back and shouted to Dengar. "Take him up! Start pulling!"
Boba Fett"s arms dangled at his side, the tautened rope all that kept his limp body from collapsing to the floor of the cavern. His head lolled forward, chin against his chest. The only sign of him still being alive was the slight motion of his ragged breath.
No point in arguing; Dengar knew that it would be a waste of time with the obstinate female. He clambered up onto the outcropping"s top surface, then reached down and grabbed the line with both hands. His spine hit the rock wall behind him as he reared back and pulled. The body of the unconscious bounty hunter straightened, feet dangling clear of the ground, as Dengar drew Fett toward himself.
The cavern shook as the Sarlacc segment, either in its death throes or from hunger spurred by its awareness of the humans" presence, convulsively lifted itself and slammed its length against the side of the cavern directly beneath Dengar. Beneath the pounding of his heart, the outcropping trembled and groaned, as though the larger stone it was part of was about to pull free from the upper reaches of the cavern wall. He reached down and grabbed another section of line, hauling Boba Fett higher into the open s.p.a.ce; the Sarlacc segment came within inches of the bounty hunter"s feet as it doubled upon itself in hissing agony.
Fett was still several meters away from Dengar"s grasp as the Sarlacc segment crashed down toward the cavern floor once again. Its head and tail were still unseen, extending into the darkness at either end of the s.p.a.ce. The echo of its impact against the ground rolled through the cavern like buried thunder; more sharp bits of rock pelted against Dengar"s back. One side of the gap, the escape route to the surface he had been widening, sheered off and fell tumbling, inches away from the suspended figure of Boba Fett. The limp bounty hunter slowly revolved as Dengar strained to pull him higher. That was the only motion Fett showed, as though the loop around his chest had squeezed the last remaining life force from him.
Past Fett, Dengar could see the two medical droids scurrying to safety at the other side of the cavern as the Sarlacc segment twisted onto its side, scales crushing the rocks beneath it to powder. Neelah backed away, the lantern"s beam widening against the Sarlacc"s flank, then turned and ran as the towering curve gained speed, rolling toward her. As Dengar watched, the stone fragments slid out from beneath her feet, throwing her onto her hands and knees. The lantern clattered to a halt less than a meter away, its beam angling upward onto the bulk of the Sarlacc.
The glowing ellipse of light on the Sarlacc"s scales grew larger as the segment continued to twist about, like a hideous tidal wave of rough-edged armor and injured flesh. Neelah gave a cry of mingled pain and fear as the segment rolled onto her foot and lower leg, pinning her to the floor of the cavern. The Sarlacc segment halted its motion, as if some sense within it were aware of the captive it had made. Its convex ma.s.s loomed over Neelah as she twisted onto her side and pushed futilely at it with her bare hands. All that it would take to crush her into a lifeless and broken thing would be for the Sarlacc to continue its twisting, rolling motion, the heavy tide of its bulk sweeping through the cavern and obliterating everything in its path.
Dengar tugged the rope line high enough to loop it around the end of the outcropping, leaving the un conscious Boba Fett suspended above the Sarlacc segment. With one hand holding on, he dug with the other into the holster on his belt, caught between his own weight and the rock"s surface. He managed to drag out his blaster, leaving abraded skin from the back of his hand across the rough stone. Dengar shifted his position on the outcropping, trying to line up a clear shot, past the dangling figure of Boba Fett and into the ma.s.s of the Sarlacc. . . .
That shifting of weight on the stone, plus the damage to the already precarious walls of the cavern caused by the Sarlacc"s convulsive thrashing, was enough to break the outcropping free, a hairline crack just past Dengar"s elbow splitting open with a puff of dust. The forward edge of the outcropping shot downward as he scrambled to keep hold of it. His teeth rattled in his head as the narrow point of stone jammed itself against the other side of the crevice, a meter below where the outcropping had been positioned before. The knot of the line fastened to Boba Fett slid down the outcropping and caught at the juncture of the stone and the crevice wall.
The sharp, sudden movement had knocked the blaster free from Dengar"s grip. Clutching the stone, he watched helplessly, time expanding into slow motion, as the weapon spun in the air and choking dust near the cavern"s ceiling, then fell. Grip and muzzle tumbled end over end, beyond any point where Dengar could have caught it, even if he"d been able to take one of his clawing hands away from the stone.
He saw something else then, something that had come to life as unexpectedly as the buried Sarlacc. The sudden drop of the line had snapped Boba Fett"s head back, so that his pale, unhelmeted visage was turned toward Dengar and the daylight spilling into the cavern from above. The bounty hunter appeared dead, as though the medical droids" disregarded warnings had proved true, after all; it might as well have been a corpse that Dengar and Neelah had carried through the underground tunnels, and that now dangled unmoving in midair. . . .
Boba Fett"s eyes opened, gazing directly into Dengar"s. Slow-motion time stopped entirely as Fett"s cold regard pierced the other bounty hunter"s spirit.
Then time started up again, slamming into microsecond events. One of Boba Fett"s hands raised from his side, shot out and caught the falling blaster, as sharply and deftly as an uncoiling serpent striking its prey. The weapon filled his grasp as though it were an extension of his being, a part of him as much as the bones of his spine.
Fett"s gaze broke away. As Dengar watched from above, Boba Fett scanned downward to where the great bulk of the Sarlacc segment held Neelah trapped against the cavern"s floor. He extended his arm, the blaster"s muzzle on the same direct course as his sight, straight into the ma.s.sive curved flank of the Sarlacc.
The cavern filled with blade-edged shadows as the blaster erupted into coruscating fire, its explosive touch pulsing at a diagonal across the open s.p.a.ce. Its force was enough to deflect the rope line from vertical, like a miniature rocket thrusting Boba Fett away from its flaring burst. Fett kept the blaster"s impact pouring into the same spot on the curved surface of the Sarlacc as a burning stench mingled with the thick odor of decay that had already hung in the close, lung-oppressing air.
At the exact same moment the Sarlacc segment reared upward, stung by the blaster"s white-hot needle. Bits of broken scales and charred flesh scattered across the cavern; the creature"s raw wound, cut deeper by the continuing fire, sizzled beneath an acrid haze of black smoke.
Neelah dug her fingertips into the rubble-strewn cavern floor as more sparks and pieces of blackened tissue rained around her, striking a pool of the Sarlacc"s blood with quick, spattering steam. She crawled painfully forward, dragging the leg that had been trapped behind her, as the bright stream from the blaster in Boba Fett"s grip continued tearing open a wider and deeper section, like a red doorway being carved into living stone.
A scream of agony, the wordless cry of a wounded beast, sounded from far within the unlit tunnels beyond the cavern s.p.a.ce. Louder and shriller, until it was a physical presence, its force shivering the walls and tearing one stone loose from another. Neelah crouched against the side of the cavern, close to the two medical droids, as sections of the cavern"s ceiling cracked apart and fell. The broken stones struck the bleeding and charred flank of the Sarlacc segment, then tumbled and rolled to a halt, mounting against the creature.
The cry broke off as a different motion seized what was left visible of the Sarlacc. The rocks piled against it shifted as the segment retracted into the tunnel opening at the farthest edge of the cavern. From above, Dengar had a momentary glimpse of a ragged terminus, gray and scabbed with the segment that had been torn from its connection with the larger creature. Then it was gone, leaving the stones and churning dust behind.
In Boba Fett"s hand, the blaster went silent. He looked back toward the light-filled opening and the outcropping precariously slanting across. Dengar could see in the bounty hunter"s face that he was burning up the last of his strength, summoned from a reserve deep within him.
"Lower me...." Fett"s voice rasped, like words spoken within an airless tomb. "Now . . ."
Dengar managed to brace his feet against the side of the gap, enough to unfasten the line from the outcropping and pay it out hand over hand, gradually dropping Boba Fett toward the floor of the cavern. When the line slackened, Dengar looped it over his shoulder, using his other hand to climb up the vertical opening. He reached the surface, collapsing onto the hot sands of the Dune Sea. Drawing in an exhausted breath, he sat up and clutched the line tight in his fists.
A tug came on the line. Dengar stood up and pulled, grabbing more of the line as he backed step-by-step away from the opening. He could tell from the weight that there was more than just Boba Fett at the other end of the line now.
More muscle . . . than brain, thought Dengar as he brought the line inch by inch over the rocks and sand. He supposed that was why he had a certain place in the bounty-hunter business, and Boba Fett had a different, and much more famous one. He dug in, the line"s tautness keeping him from falling over backward, and finally saw one of Fett"s arms reach upward from the hole, his hand sinking into the ground and leveraging his chest into view. Boba Fett had his other arm around Neelah, holding her tight against himself; the hole had been widened just enough, between Dengar"s efforts and the crashing of the Sarlacc segment, to allow the two close-pressed bodies to sc.r.a.pe through.
The line went slack, dumping Dengar onto his seat, as Boba Fett got Neelah up onto the sand, then with a final push against the sides of the hole, collapsed beside her.
In all directions, the silence of the Dune Sea ex tended from them. Wearily, Dengar got to his feet and scanned across the low hills; tilting his head back, he searched the cloudless sky, sun glare almost blinding him. There was no sign of any ships. The bombing raid that had left the desert wasteland cratered and scorched seemed effectively over, its perpetrators having removed themselves beyond the atmosphere of Tatooine. Though by this point, if they had returned, Dengar didn"t feel capable of anything other than flopping on the ground and letting the explosive charges finish him off.
He walked over to the other two. Boba Fett lay on his back, eyes closed; the only indication of life was the slow rise and fall of his chest. Whatever strength had been left in him was enough for basic respiratory functions, and nothing else.
"How are you doing?" Dengar"s shadow fell across Neelah"s face.
She nodded slowly. "I"m okay." With the back of a begrimed hand, Neelah pushed her sweat-damp hair away from her eyes; the motion left a black smear across her face. She sat up and drew her knees toward her breast so she could examine the ankle that had been pinned beneath the weight of the Sarlacc segment. A wince drew her eyes shut for a second as she poked at the bruised flesh. "Nothing"s broken, I don"t think." Leaning against Dengar for balance, she stood upright and gingerly put her weight on the leg. "Yeah, it"s all right."
A voice sounded out of the hole from which they had just escaped. "Given the circ.u.mstances I have just observed," called SHSl-B loudly, "I would antic.i.p.ate that medical attention is required by all parties in the immediate vicinity. Plus, the patient we had previously been attending is undoubtedly in need of-"
The hectoring comments were cut short when Neelah picked up a rock and tossed it down the hole. It clanked against metal and plastoid, rendering the medical droid silent for a moment.
"I"m not going back down there," announced Neelah. "I"ve had enough time on that line already."
Dengar gave a weary sigh. As always, he supposed it was up to him. The medical droids still had their uses-for one, SHSl-B had been obviously right about Boba Fett needing some further attention, especially after what had been drained out of him underneath the Dune Sea"s surface. And there were the various supplies-bits and pieces; not much-that he and Neelah had managed to carry with them from the hiding place. Those would un doubtedly come in handy, given their present exposed situation.
"All right," said Dengar. He looked around for the nearest boulder to which to fasten the line. "But when I get done, you"re both going to owe me. Big time."
"Don"t worry about that." Neelah smiled up at him. "You"ll get all the rewards that"re coming to you."
He wasn"t sure what that meant. Even as he was clambering back down the escape-route hole, the strap of the lantern clenched in his teeth, he was wondering whether those rewards would be a good or bad thing, when they finally got to him.
All that noise had upset the felinx; it trembled in Kuat of Kuat"s arms as he stroked its silken fur. "There, there," he soothed the frightened animal. "It"s all over now. You have nothing to worry about." That was the difference between creatures such as the felinx and the galaxy"s sentient inhabitants. "Go to sleep, and dream whatever you want." He stood at the great viewport of the Kuat Drive Yards" flagship, watching the mottled sphere of the planet Tatooine dwindle in the distance, a clump of dirt among the hard, cold stars. A good part of that dirt was now in considerably more battered condition than before; the military squadron that had pounded the surface of the Dune Sea to dust was already en route, heading back to Kuat by a circuitous route, jumping in and out of hypers.p.a.ce to foil any possible attempts at tracking and linking them to the just-concluded bombing raid on Tatooine. All insignia and identification beacons had been carefully stripped from the vessels before they had left on their mission. When word of the raid filtered through the watering holes and back alleys of Mos Eisley, and any corresponding places on other worlds, the specu lation would most likely be directed toward the Empire or possibly the Black Sun organization. That notion pleased Kuat of Kuat as he scratched behind the sighing felinx"s ears. We move in secret ways, mused Kuat. The better to reach our destination . . .
The even more pleasing notion was that Boba Fett had reached his final destination. That had been the whole point of the bombing raid. Reports of the bounty hunter"s death had already reached Kuat of Kuat; many other sentient creatures, humanoid or not, would have heard of someone going down the gullet of the Sarlacc and would have concluded that was the end of that person. Kuat of Kuat had, however, more experience with the individual in question; Boba Fett had always had an unnerving ability to show up alive, if somewhat battered, long after any ordinary man"s death would have been well a.s.sured. Attention to detail had made KDY the manufacturing force that it was in the galaxy, supplier of vessels to Emperor Palpatine as well as the shadowy figures that ran Black Sun; the present Kuat of Kuat had inherited the same thoroughness that had characterized his ancestors.
"It"s not enough to know that someone is dead," he whispered to the felinx as he held the animal"s luxurious fur close to his throat. "You want them buried, or better yet, scattered across the landscape in little pieces-"
"Excuse me, sir."
Kuat of Kuat glanced over his shoulder and saw one of his comrn supervisors. "Yes?" Even aboard the corporate flagship, he had no taste for the obsequious formalities that characterized Palpatine"s court; KDY was a business, not a theater for mono-maniacal self-aggrandizement. "What is it?"
"The damage survey has just come in." The comm supervisor held up a thin, self-contained data readout, with red, glowing numbers arranged in neat rows. "From the monitoring devices we left behind on Tatooine."
He had been expecting those. "What"s the a.n.a.lysis?"
"Maximum ground penetration was achieved." The comm supervisor glanced at the readout. "All areas surrounding the Great Pit of Carkoon were effectively saturated by the bombing raid. Probability of anything on the surface of the Dune Sea, or anywhere underground, to a depth of twenty meters, is"-a few quick b.u.t.tons were punched on the readout"s controls-"zero-point-zero-zero-zero-one. The targeted tolerance level we went in with was only two zeroes past the decimal point." A satisfied expression crossed the comm supervisor"s face as he lowered the device. "I"d say the chances are pretty good that we achieved our objective."
"Ah." Kuat of Kuat slowly nodded. " "Pretty good," you say?"
The comm supervisor"s pleased expression vanished; he was one of the younger staff members reporting directly to the heir and owner of the company. "A figure of speech, sir." He still had a lot to learn. "The objective was undoubtedly accomplished."
"That"s more like it." The felinx murmured drowsily beneath Kuat of Kuat"s hand. "Or as undoubtedly as can be expected in this stubborn universe." He bestowed a smile on his underling. "We have to play the percentages, don"t we?"
"Sir?"
"Never mind." A sleepy protest came from the felinx as Kuat bent down and set it on the intricately tessellated floor. "Thanks for the information. You can go now."
The comm supervisor made his exit, and Kuat of Kuat turned back to his contemplation of Tatooine, now hardly more than a thumbnail-sized blot in the viewport. Its wordless voice louder, the felinx rubbed against his ankles, negotiating to be picked up again.
"A long way to come . . ." Kuat nodded as he murmured his thoughts aloud. "Just for nothing."
He didn"t share the comm supervisor"s certainty about what had been achieved. Being sure of anything, in this universe, was one of the follies of youth. Still, thought Kuat, it was worth trying. Just for the sake of thoroughness, and on the off chance that Boba Fett could be killed. There was so much at stake-so many plans and schemes, so deeply laid, and so critical to the survival of KDY-that it was worth any expenditure of time and capital to try to remove Fett from the multileveled game board on which the Empire"s p.a.w.ns advanced. There were other players in the game as well-Black Sun, the Rebellion, smaller and even less savory empires like those of the Hutt clans and their like-but Kuat of. Kuat wasn"t concerned with those for the moment.
The opponents didn"t know, and neither did the p.a.w.n, just how important Boba Fett was in this game-Kuat of Kuat found some wry amus.e.m.e.nt in that datum. If Fett or Emperor Palpatine ever did find out, though, the game would swiftly become more serious. And deadly. There would be no more heirs to Kuat Drive Yards because the corporation itself would cease to exist. The Emperor"s scavengers would pick the bones apart like a gem-encrusted corpse. . . .
There were still a great many moves left in the game, though, before that happened. Kuat was determined to play them all.
"I suppose," he told the felinx, "we"ll be seeing him again." That had been the main reason that he had canceled any orders for a second bombing run on Tatooine"s Dune Sea. The conviction had settled in Kuat of Kuat that it was a pointless endeavor; if Boba Fett was going to be eliminated, it wasn"t by any means as relatively crude as that. "He"ll take a good deal of killing. Before he"s dead enough."
He supposed it hadn"t been a complete waste, though. Perhaps I"ve slowed him down-there would be time to shift a few other pieces into position, to contemplate the game board and devise strategies for it.
The felinx had waited long enough; now it impatiently informed its master so.
"Soon enough." Kuat of Kuat cradled the animal in the crook of his arm again and idly scratched the spot behind its ears that it liked the best. "A little time, perhaps. But it won"t be long."
It never was, when it came to dealing with Boba Fett. Just as before, on another part of the board, when the p.a.w.ns had been creatures such as that wretched spidery a.s.sembler Kud"ar Mub"at and the Bounty Hunters Guild. That game, Kuat knew, had played out with fatal speed.
"Not long," murmured Kuat of Kuat again. "Not long at all . . ."
14.
THEN.
"There"s something big coming down." Bossk"s smile was jagged and ugly. As always. "Something really big."
Boba Fett leaned back against the wall behind the stone bench. Nothing the Trandoshan told him ever came as a surprise; the big reptile just hadn"t learned that yet, about how far behind the curve he was always fated to be. Maybe he will find out, thought Fett, before he dies. "Go on," said Fett. In the meantime there was some value to a pretense of ignorance on his own part. "Tell me about it."
"Wait a second." Bossk turned his scaly head, looking over the bleak contents of Boba Fett"s temporary quarters at the Bounty Hunters Guild"s main complex. He had already pushed the iron-hinged door shut behind himself with a push from his clawed hand. "This isn"t," he growled in a low voice, "something everybody needs to know about." The inspection from his slit-pupiled eyes apparently satisfied him, that there were no obvious listening devices installed in the cracks between the damp stones. "At least, they don"t need to for the moment."
"You have a compulsion for secrecy." Idiot, thought Boba Fett-a thousand snooping machines could have been hidden in the chamber that a mere visual scan wouldn"t have detected. "That"s commendable."
"Gotta be careful." Bossk sat down on the bench beside him and leaned in close. "Especially about 1 something like this."
"Which is?"
All around the spa.r.s.ely furnished, rough-hewn s.p.a.ce, the corridors of the Bounty Hunters Guild compound folded and coiled around each other, replicating the devious pathways of the minds contained therein. Those minds, of the bounty hunters themselves, had been getting progressively more devious since Boba Fett"s arrival in their midst. He could sense it, like being inside an infinitely replicating maze, branching through fractal progressions of paranoia and deceit. That was fine by him: it was what his plans, and those of the arachnoid a.s.sembler Kud"ar Mub"at, called for. The bounty hunters were already getting lost in that maze; some of them wouldn"t survive to find their way out.
It"s different for me, thought Fett. He was un concerned about the maze"s exponential complexity. It didn"t matter whether he had a map, or a thread leading his way out. When the time came, he would break his way through the encircling walls, as though they were made of flimsiplast rather than the stone of other sentient creatures" greed and malice. Soon enough ...
"A big job," said Bossk. His claws tightened re-flexively, as though upon either the neck of some merchandise or the credits to be gotten for it. "The kind you like."
Fett kept any trace of emotion out of his voice, words blank as the visor of his helmet. "How big?"
Leaning even closer, Bossk whispered hoa.r.s.ely into the audio receptor at the side of Fett"s helmet. The Trandoshan"s fang-lined smile was even bigger when he drew away, the number recited.
"I see." Boba Fett wasn"t surprised by the amount of the bounty being offered; he had his own sources of information, so much sharper and beyond those of any Guild member. "That"s an enticing sum." He wasn"t surprised, either, that Bossk had shaved a quarter million credits off the price. Like most bounty hunters, Bossk had a flexible notion of what const.i.tuted a fair division of profits. "Very enticing, indeed."
"Yeah, ain"t it?" The contemplation of that kind of credits flow seemed to inspire a new level of glittering-eyed avarice in Bossk. "I knew you"d go for it."
"And what is the exact nature of this merchandise?" Boba Fett already knew, but he had to ask in order to keep up the masquerade; Bossk had to believe that he was revealing the details rather than just confirming them. "Somebody must want it pretty badly to put that kind of price on it."
"You can say that again." Bossk held up one claw. "Here"s the scoop. Seems a certain Lyunesi comm handler named Oph Nar Dinnid managed to work himself up a real case of hyper-eros." The toothy smile shifted into a leer. "You know how it goes-the same old story."