"We"re lucky," said Zuckuss, "to be alive."
Bossk glanced up, toward the empty hatchway of the c.o.c.kpit, then back down. The thin smile he gave Zuckuss contained at least a small particle of admiration.
"I suppose we"ll find out"-Bossk slowly nodded, his gaze narrowing-"just how lucky we are. . . ."
16.
"What exactly is the history between you and the Sh.e.l.l Hutts?" Zuckuss wasn"t asking just to pa.s.s the time. Sitting at last on the surface of Circ.u.mtore, surrounded by the durasteel-plated Hutts and, even worse, their various guards and mercenaries, he felt no less endangered than before. It just keeps getting worse, Zuckuss mused gloomily to himself. Pretty soon he"d be wishing that everyone on this intrepid little team had gotten blown to spiraling, whistling atoms. "I mean . . . the way that the negotiator talked . . ."
Boba Fett stood with his arms crossed, watching the Sh.e.l.l Hutts" customs inspectors poking through the interior of the Slave I. They weren"t looking for contraband-which was something that the Sh.e.l.l Hutts, like all the members of the species, had no aversion to, as long as they got their piece of the action-but were combing the ship and its pa.s.sengers for undeclared weaponry. Without his usual panoply of rocket launchers and other means of destruction, Fett looked even more dangerous, oddly enough; as though his simmering anger were some newly aroused lethal force, provoked by the intrusion on his personal domain.
"Hutts say all sorts of things." Boba Fett didn"t turn toward Zuckuss as he spoke. "There"s a lot of it you can safely ignore. A lot of creatures in the galaxy believe that all the Huttese are efficient businessmen, with nothing but credits on their minds, but they"re not. They spend too much time brooding about the past, keeping old scores. Bearing grudges. That kind of emotion always gets in the way of true rationality."
n.o.body would ever make that kind of a.s.sessment, Zuckuss figured, of Boba Fett. The more time he spent anywhere near Fett, the more he was impressed-and appalled by the cold calculations taking place inside that visored helmet. Even over something like the team disarming itself for its landing on the Sh.e.l.l Hutts" world; if Boba Fett was willing to go along with that, it must mean his intricately worked-out plans included this factor, accounted for it in some way. We might make it back out of here alive, thought Zuckuss. Or at least some of us might. The plans that he had let himself become part of-Cradossk"s plans-called for one death out here, if not more.
"It seemed kind of specific, though. What Gheeta said." Zuckuss tried again. "When he was talking about what happened before. Is there some kind of old score to settle between you and the Sh.e.l.l Hutts?"
The customs inspectors-multilegged droids, bristling with inspection probes and energy-level meters-continued their inspection of the Slave I. Their black, spidery forms could be seen through the ship"s open hatches and up inside the transparent shielding of the c.o.c.kpit. One of the inspectors lay crumpled in pieces, a few lights still forlornly blinking, on the thrust-scarred landing dock. That one had been a little too brusque in frisking the Trandoshan Bossk for any concealed weapons, and had paid the price in quick, bolt-snapping disa.s.sembly.
"Nothing you have to worry about," said Boba Fett. "It"s a personal thing. Actually, between me and Gheeta. There was a time when he wasn"t a mere negotiator, being sent out on those kinds of errands to ships seeking permission to land. He was very high up in the Sh.e.l.l Hutt hierarchy. That was why he was in charge of the design and construction of the on-planet terminal and diplomatic reception site-basically, everything you see around you here." Fett gestured with one raised hand; past the landing dock"s archways could be seen a complex of inter linked spires and domes. "His budget allowed for a nearly unlimited expenditure of capital, including the hiring of one of the top freelance architects in the galaxy. A man named Emd Grahvess-"
"I"ve heard of him." Zuckuss actually had, though he couldn"t remember from just where.
"There may be better ones, but if there are, they"d be working for Emperor Palpatine, or someone like Prince Xizor. Exclusively. So Grahvess was the top of the line for the Sh.e.l.l Hutts, and Gheeta knew it; that"s why he hired him. The only problem was that Gheeta had other plans for Grahvess, once the project was completed; unfortunately for Gheeta, Grahvess was no fool. He knew how dangerous it can be, working for any kind of Hutt. They don"t like paying up, and they like having things that no one else can have. If they can"t buy exclusivity, they have . . . other ways of achieving it. And that"s what Grahvess found out: that when this job was done, he wouldn"t be taking on any others." Fett glanced over at Zuckuss. "Ever."
"That"s kind of cold," said Zuckuss. "Having somebody killed, right after he"s done some great job for you."
"Get used to it. It happens to bounty hunters as well-if they"re not careful." Boba Fett gave a slow nod. "This galaxy is full of treachery. There"s no one you can really trust. . . ."
Words to live by, thought Zuckuss. Or die. "So what happened to this architect, this Grahvess person? Did Gheeta manage to have him killed or not?"
"Not." Satisfaction was audible in that single word from Boba Fett. "Because Grahvess was just a little bit smarter than Gheeta. Smart enough to contact me and propose a mutually satisfactory business arrangement."
"Like what?"
"You don"t need to know all the details." Boba Fett continued to watch the customs inspectors stalking around inside the Slave I. "At least not yet. Let"s just say that Grahvess and I had everything worked out well before his work here on Circ.u.mtore was completed. So that Gheeta and his hench creatures never had a shot at him. Essentially, Grahvess put out a bounty on himself. A nice, fat one, which I was only too happy to collect by making a quick raid here and s.n.a.t.c.hing him away, right out from Gheeta"s hands. That"s the main reason why the Sh.e.l.l Hutts" security procedures are so tight now; they don"t want a repeat of that kind of action. Makes them look foolish. Hutts can"t stand that."
"Pretty clever." Zuckuss nodded in appreciation. "The only one that winds up screwed is this Gheeta. The architect gets to keep his life, and you get the credits. Smart."
"I got more than that out of it."
Zuckuss studied the other bounty hunter in puz zlement. "What more would you want out of it than credits?" He couldn"t imagine any other incentive for someone like Fett.
"An investment. So to speak." Boba Fett watched the Sh.e.l.l Hutts" customs-inspection droids emerging from the ship. "That pays off later. In a big way."
There wasn"t time for Zuckuss to ask what that meant. The inspectors spider-legged their way toward the waiting bounty hunters. A couple of the droids lagged behind and began picking up the scattered wreckage of their forcibly disa.s.sembled companion, the broken circuits of its main sensory input/ output box still buzzing and moaning.
"Thank you for your cooperation." The lead inspector droid halted in front of Boba Fett. "Our examination of your craft shows no hidden armaments of a force sufficient to disturb the peace and tranquillity of Circ.u.mtore."
Zuckuss would have been surprised if the inspector droids had found anything like that. He and IG-88-Bossk had still been unhelpfully sulking over having to lay down his own weapons-had a.s.sisted Boba Fett in removing either whole systems or essential parts of them from the Slave I"s a.r.s.enal, and then packing and sealing them into the coded-access freight container that was now in orbit above the surface of Circ.u.mtore, awaiting Fett"s return. When that procedure had been completed, the ship had been rendered as defenseless-and more significantly for the Sh.e.l.l Hutts, offenseless-as any unarmed cargo shuttle plodding among the stars.
The bounty hunters" personal weapons had been another matter; those they had brought with them to Circ.u.mtore, handing them over directly to the customs-inspection droids. "Here is your receipt for the items we are holding in storage for you." One of the lead inspectors pried open a slender pouch beneath its multilensed eyes and extracted a miniature holoprojector. "If you"d care to check it over and make sure that we haven"t forgotten anything . . ."
Boba Fett took the device and thumbed it on. The shimmering visual field winked into existence in front of him and Zuckuss, with a scrolling depiction of the bounty hunters" various weapons. It was a long list. Boba Fett gave it no more than a cursory glance before extinguishing the hologram. "Looks complete."
"Very well." The lead inspector extended one of its optic stalks straight up and swiveled its small lens around to see how the others were coming along with the bits and pieces of the one that Bossk had taken apart. A few last segments were being tucked into an inert-mesh sack, from which the droid"s m.u.f.fled complaints were barely audible. The inspector returned its attention to Boba Fett. "If you"ll hold on to that and present it to the landing master when you"re ready to leave, all items will be returned to you." A dark oil stain and a couple of glittering, broken transistors were all that were left on the surface of the dock. "It"s been a pleasure to serve you."
Canned formalities always sounded even more canned when they came from droids; Zuckuss was glad to see the customs-inspection droids leave, stalking their way delicately across the landing dock, dragging their bagged comrade behind themselves.
As the inspection squadron left the landing dock Bossk came striding over, followed by IG-88. The droid looked as unemotional as ever, but burning resentment showed in Bossk"s eyes. "So this is your great plan?" He made a quick, dismissive gesture at the blaster holster hanging empty by his side. "Now we"re stuck down here on the Sh.e.l.l Hutts" planet, and if they decide to send their thugs around to kill us, there won"t be a thing we"ll be able to do about it." He shook his head in disgust. "I don"t see why you needed a team to go along with you. If you just wanted to get yourself knocked off, you could have done it on your own just as easily."
Boba Fett regarded the Trandoshan in silence. "You know," he said finally, "I"m going to give you something free. That doesn"t happen very often. Even when it"s just good advice-I usually let other creatures learn by just suffering the consequences of their actions."
"Yeah?" Bossk sneered at him. "So what"s your good advice?"
"Stop whining. Before you really get me irritated." Fett turned toward the other bounty hunters. "Let"s get going. Gheeta sent me a message while the ship was being inspected. The Sh.e.l.l Hutts have already prepared a reception for us."
"I just bet they have," grumbled Bossk under his breath. Fett ignored the remark, if he had heard it at all.
IG-88 crossed in front of Zuckuss, following after Boba Fett and toward the open-topped ground shuttle that would take them into the center of Circ.u.mtore"s administrative complex. Zuckuss drew back even farther as the ma.s.sive shape of D"harhan trod heavily forward, the barrel of the laser cannon, now rendered inert and harmless, slanting disconsolately, the tip of its muzzle almost sc.r.a.ping against the landing dock"s surface. The stilled weapon"s tracking systems were switched off, as though the half-humanoid, half-mechanical creature was some slow beast following the voice of the master that had blinded it.
"What do you think"s going to happen?"
The voice startled Zuckuss; he snapped his head around and saw Bossk standing next to him, leaning down to speak close to his ear. Zuckuss had been immersed too deep in his thoughts, reflecting on how the altered D"harhan looked like the last survivor of some otherwise extinct saurian species, dragging its age-heavy bones and rusting metal armor to the burial ground of its kin. Bossk had stepped beside him while he was still wondering what had been the point of bringing D"harhan along on this job, if Boba Fett had known all along that the laser cannon"s core-D"harhan"s spirit, or as much of one as he might have possessed-would need to be extracted. It struck Zuckuss as a needlessly cruel thing to have done to an old comrade; something that he would never have imagined Fett capable of doing.
"Don"t ask me." Zuckuss glanced over at Bossk and gave a shrug, lifting his gloved hands to indicate his complete bafflement. "I haven"t got a clue about what"s going on." Things had seemed a lot simpler back at the Bounty Hunters Guild when he"d agreed to become part of Cradossk"s plans-not that those were anything he felt like telling to Bossk. They"d only gotten more complicated since then. And dangerous; the confidence he"d felt at one time, that he"d survive all this just by sticking close to Boba Fett, had been seriously eroded. Fett packing his personal a.r.s.enal of blasters and rocket launchers was one thing; a disarmed Fett leading all of the team right into the center of Fett"s grudge-bearing enemies was another. Maybe Bossk is right, mused Zuckuss. Maybe Fett is going to get us all killed. Another thought struck him: Maybe that had been Cradossk"s plan all along. The old Trandoshan hadn"t been out just to get his own son eliminated, but a couple more of the Guild"s young upstarts as well. Zuckuss could see why Cradossk and some of the other Guild elders would want to get rid of the coldly efficient droid IG-88, but he would have been surprised to find that anyone thought that he himself was at that level. And even if that were Cradossk"s plan, where would Boba Fett hook up with it? Was Fett just leading Bossk and the other bounty hunters into a prearranged trap-which would mean that somehow Cradossk had gotten the Sh.e.l.l Hutts in on the scheme; how likely was that?-or had the galaxy"s smartest and toughest bounty hunter somehow been fooled as well, and Fett was about to get eliminated along with the rest of the team? Or ...
The brain behind the insectoid eyes started to throb painfully as more and more possibilities swirled within. If he did get killed here on Circ.u.m-tore, Zuckuss hoped it wouldn"t be before he had at least figured out part of what was going on. He was beginning to doubt the wisdom of having even wanted to become a bounty hunter.
"I suppose," growled Bossk, "we"ll find out. One way or another."
"Maybe." The others of the team were waiting beside the ground shuttle; Zuckuss nodded toward them. "We better get going." He conquered his reluctance enough to start walking.
Even before the shuttle lifted on its repulsor beams and slid toward the Sh.e.l.l Hutts" spired buildings, Zuckuss had a revelation. He could see his face mask, air tubes dangling, reflected in the dark metal of D"harhan"s silent, impotent laser cannon. It doesn"t matter, realized Zuckuss suddenly. Whether we have weapons or not. Whatever was going to happen-which of them would die and which of them would live-would happen whether they were ready for it or not.
There was one of them who might be ready. Zuckuss looked toward Boba Fett, sitting in the front of the shuttle. If anybody was going to survive, it would be him.
That thought, even with all its embodied certainty, didn"t make Zuckuss feel any better.
Gheeta came floating up, his welcoming smile nearly wide enough to split his wattled face in two. "At last!" The crablike mechanical hands beneath the rivet-studded cylinder spread expansively. "Now you will have a chance to truly partake of our hospitality."
"We"re not here to enjoy ourselves." At the head of the team of bounty hunters, Boba Fett stopped and gazed around the grand reception hall of the Sh.e.l.l Hutts. "This is strictly business for us. I would appreciate it if we could get straight to it."
"All in good time, my dear Fett." The tapering end of the cylinder pointed toward the farther reaches of the hall, its high-vaulted roof interlaced with golden traceries and ornamental center bosses. "You are too dismissive of both pleasure and the past-the pleasures of the flesh, that we can enjoy now, and the memories of that past we share."
IG-88 and the shorter figure of Zuckuss came up on either side of Fett, the droid scanning the s.p.a.ce with methodical thoroughness, the other bounty hunter glancing around with nervous apprehension. With a slower and more ponderous tread, D"harhan loomed up behind.
"The past is over," said Boba Fett. The Sh.e.l.l Hutt"s wobbling face, protruding from the collar of the repulsor-borne cylinder, evoked a cold revulsion inside him. "If not for you, then it is for me."
"I wonder about that." Gheeta raised one of the cylinder"s mechanical hands, using the point of its claw to scratch a deep fold in his chin. "How much do creatures ever forget? I hope you"ll excuse me for waxing philosophical-I know how impatient you become-but sometimes I feel that nothing is forgotten. Everything remains buried, deeply or just beneath the surface, just waiting for its certain resurrection, to be brought out into the light once more."
Boba Fett could decipher the meaning behind the Sh.e.l.l Hutt"s words. What he"s saying, thought Fett, is that he hasn"t forgotten. The reminder about the past and what it contained, back aboard the Slave I, hadn"t been enough to indicate how fiercely that humiliation burned in Gheeta"s memory. If one looked past all his cloying and ingratiating manners, the show of welcome here on Circ.u.mtore, the desire for vengeance could be plainly seen.
And counted on. He"s got his plans, thought Boba Fett, and I"ve got mine.
For a split second, as Fett gazed back into Gheeta"s broad, half-lidded eyes, he wondered if there was another meaning to what the Sh.e.l.l Hutt had spoken. Resurrection ... brought out into the light ...
When one played a dangerous game, there was always the possibility that the opponent was one move ahead. Fett knew that in this game, that would mean death. If he found out, mused Fett as he searched Gheeta"s ma.s.sive face for any clue. If he"s figured out everything that happened here, in the past. Then the game was already over; there would be no more moves to play, just the sweeping of the broken pieces from the board. Those pieces would include himself and the other bounty hunters that he had brought here with him. And maybe one more...
Whatever happens, decided Boba Pert as he gazed unflinching into the dark centers of Gheeta"s eyes. Whatever happens-he"s going with me.
"But enough of all that." The floating cylinder that encased Gheeta rotated slightly, so that one of the mechanical hands could gesture toward the center of the reception hall. "As you have so forcefully reminded me, this is-alas!-more a business occasion than a social one. Let us proceed; there are others here who are more than eager to meet with you and your companions."
"After you," said Boba Fett. "They"re your species, not mine."
Years ago he had picked up some profitable mer chandise on a backwater world where the dominant form of long-distance transportation had been lighter-than-air freighters-slow and immense, tapered ovoid dirigibles, filled with helium and other buoyant gases. The planet"s skies had been filled with the craft, like elongated silvery moons, their crew gondolas and cargo containers slung underneath their curved and shaded bellies. That was what Cir-c.u.mtore"s great reception hall reminded Fett of; there were a dozen Sh.e.l.l Hutts besides Gheeta, the riveted cylinders floating on their repulsor beams, turning and b.u.mping into each other with graceless sloth. At the front end of each cylinder protruded another bejowled Huttese face, like a wad of some unpleasant organic substance that had been inserted in the circular metal collar. Some of the Sh.e.l.l Hutt faces appeared younger than Gheeta, their large eyes glittering with avarice, slit nostrils flared by the trace scents on which their constant appet.i.tes fastened. The younger ones" encasing cylinders were smaller as well; Boba Fett knew how the Sh.e.l.l Hutts enjoyed throwing lavish parties for themselves, upon the occasion of one"s expanding bulk being transferred to a new and larger cylinder.
With their artificial exoskeletons, the cylinders raised by repulsor beams, the size to which Sh.e.l.l Hutts could aspire was no longer restricted by gravity-only by how much they could grab of the galaxy"s wealth and stuff into their lipless mouths. Gheeta was only in the middle range when it came to sheer ma.s.s; Boba Fett recognized a few of the other Sh.e.l.l Hutts in the great reception hall, elders of the clan that were to Gheeta as an Imperial battle cruiser was to a TIE fighter craft. Those faces protruding from their cylinder"s metal collars were so heavily wattled from brow to throat that hooks had been surgically implanted in the blubbery tissue, the sharp metal bits connected to a web of thin, high-tension strands fastened to the top edge of the cylinder. If not for that support, the old Sh.e.l.l Hutts" eyes and nostrils would have been buried beneath avalanches of their own slack flesh.
As Boba Fett and the other bounty hunters approached, the largest of the repulsor-borne cylinders turned majestically, like an interstellar luxury ship being maneuvered into an off-planet berth. A low voice rumbled from the gargantuan Hutt bound by the riveted durasteel plates: "I grow weary, Gheeta." The larger Sh.e.l.l Hutt fastened the irritable gaze of its yellowed eyes upon its clan member. "You keep us waiting . . . and for what? Some of us may still be amused, but I a.s.sure you that I am not."
Gheeta bobbed forward, the little crablike hands rising from underneath his cylinder and making fluttery gestures of mollification. "Patience will yet be rewarded, Your Magnitude. Our-ahem-guests have arrived at last. The show will begin in a moment."
" "Show"?" Bossk scowled. "What show are you talking about? We came here on business."
"Of course, of course-just as your leader Boba Fett keeps reminding me." Gheeta turned his wide, wet-edged smile toward the Trandoshan. "Your patience will be rewarded as well, I a.s.sure you. But you"ve traveled so far-all of you have." The mechanical hands" gesture took in all of the bounty hunters. "And through some of the emptiest and least rewarding stretches of the galaxy. I"d hate for you to go away from here, after our business is concluded, and tell the sentient creatures of all the worlds that the Sh.e.l.l Hutts put out a mean and scanty table for their visitors. We have a reputation for hospitality to maintain, don"t we? What would our fellow Hutts, our cousin Jabba for instance, say if he heard that we had not provided for others" famished appet.i.tes?"
"We"re not hungry," said Boba Fett. "Not for anything that you"re likely to serve."
"Ah-I think otherwise, my dear Fett. This meal is one that I"ve been preparing for a long time; a very long time. Since the last time you were here on Circ.u.mtore, and things went less than graciously... for some of us."
"More complaints." The immense Sh.e.l.l Hutt-his name, Fett remembered, was Nullada-rolled his yellow eyes beneath his brow"s folded and sagging pouches. "Nothing but complaints," he rumbled ole-aginously. "You"ve been obsessed for too long a time, Gheeta. Perhaps you should be relieved of even those duties that you"ve retained this far so that you could take a long rest to clear your mind."
A flash of anger showed in Gheeta"s face, like a lightning stroke in storm-heavy clouds. The crablike mechanical hands locked their claws together, as though preventing themselves from slashing a set of parallel bloodied furrows down the older and larger Sh.e.l.l Hutt"s face.
"I"ve had time enough." Gheeta"s voice was a snarling whine. "But let"s not waste any more of it. Come along, then." Even with just his own jowl-wrapped face protruding from the collar of his floating cylinder, the effort required to regain control was visible. The cylinder turned slightly, angling toward the center of the great reception hall, where more of the Sh.e.l.l Hutts" encased forms jostled around a rectangular dais, surrounded on all sides by low, concentric steps. "Everything has been placed in readiness for you." The claws unclasped, allowing one of them to make a sweeping gesture toward the dais. "Shall we?"
Boba Fett didn"t feel like making any further conversation with their host. He led the way toward the dais, letting the other members of the bounty-hunter team fall in behind. There were enough reflective surfaces scattered throughout the s.p.a.ce, beams of polished durasteel supporting the domed roof above, that he could see Bossk and the droid IG-88 following his quick stride, with the Trandoshan glaring with suspicion and enmity at every one of the bobbing and floating Sh.e.l.l Hutts. Behind that pair, the ma.s.sive shape of D"harhan trod heavily, the inert laser cannon still impressive in its glistening darkness, like an emblem of latent destruction wrapped in trails of hissing steam.
At Fett"s elbow, Zuckuss trotted to keep up with him. "I don"t like the looks of this," panted the shorter bounty hunter. "I don"t like the looks of this one bit-"
He knew just what Zuckuss was talking about. Around the sides of the great reception hall, from alcoves and corridors branching off the central s.p.a.ce, other figures had appeared, ones that weren"t Sh.e.l.l Hutts. "Mercenaries," said Boba Fett quietly. In black, insignialess uniforms, armed and watching; if he"d wanted to, he could very likely have identified more than a few of them from past encounters. There was always a loose a.s.semblage of thugs and venal murderers, varying in number and quality, depending mainly upon who had been killed recently and to a lesser degree upon who was rotting away in the galaxy"s various penal inst.i.tutions, shifting back and forth among the less civilized worlds, finding employment as enforcers and private hit men. The Sh.e.l.l Hutts" distant species relation, the notorious Jabba on backwater Tatooine, usually paid the highest wages and got the pick of the lot, the quickest with their chosen weapons and the least enc.u.mbered by scruples about what kind of jobs they took care of for their employer. "What else," Fett asked Zuckuss, "did you expect?"
"This many?" Still at Boba Fett"s side, Zuckuss quickly scanned the perimeter of the great reception hall. "There must be a couple dozen of them. At least." He took another count, looking past the raised dais in the middle of the s.p.a.ce. "Maybe fifty of "em-"
"Gheeta told us that he"d been preparing for this for a long time." Without turning his visored helmet, Boba Fett had taken his own estimate of the forces arrayed along the hall"s perimeter. "He"s obviously called in a lot of favors." This much firepower didn"t come cheap; most of the mercenaries cradled late-model blaster rifles against their chests; Gheeta must have provided the weapons, as they were obviously more expensive than the usual cheap and nasty-if lethally efficient-gear with which mercenaries usually kitted themselves. These types disgusted Fett; they took no real pride in their equipment, the tools of their trade; if they did, they wouldn"t spend so much of their ill-gotten pay on their own bad habits. "He couldn"t pay for all this himself," continued Boba Fett aloud. "Gheeta must"ve gone into major hock with his other clan members."
"But what for?" Zuckuss"s curved eyes reflected the ominous black-clad figures. "We"re unarmed-"
"I know how Gheeta"s mind works. Let"s just say he"s not given to taking chances. Or at least," said Fett, "not after the last time I did business with him."
Bossk had overhead the comment. "I"m ready to do business with him," the Trandoshan growled from behind Boba Fett. "Right now." His clawed hand hung close to the empty blaster holster at his side. Even without a weapon, Bossk looked ready to take on whatever army the Sh.e.l.l Hutts had a.s.sembled, as though he could pull each of the mercenaries apart, limb from limb, with nothing but his own brute strength. "Let"s get it over with."
"It seems apparent," commented IG-88, "that your desire in that regard is about to be fulfilled."
Pushed along by his riveted casing"s repulsor beams, the Sh.e.l.l Hutt Gheeta had floated ahead of the bounty hunters. As they reached the bottom of the steps surrounding the dais, Gheeta had already risen to the top section, where the cylinder bobbed beside a rectangular construction a little over two meters long and a quarter of that dimension in width; its surface was draped with a heavy cloth embroidered with golden thread, the corner ta.s.sels loosely knotted and flowing down the steps. On top of the cloth were towering arrangements of exotic, off-planet florals, their brilliant petals thick and heavy as flayed Tatooinian dewback hide; from their stickily wet confluence exuded cloying, opiatelike perfumes. Even through his helmet"s filtration units, Boba Pert could taste the acrid molecules collecting on his tongue; they had no effect on the clarity of his own thoughts, but he saw how some of the Sh.e.l.l Hutts gathered closer to the dais, the pupils of their eyes narrowing as their slit nostrils widened, deeply inhaling the laden air. Their lipless mouths curved into all-encompa.s.sing pleasure.
Behind him, Boba Fett heard Bossk snort in disgust. He knew that the Trandoshan nervous system lacked any receptor sites for the flowers" narcotic fragrance; any scent less subtle than rotting meat was wasted on him. "Lovely." Bossk sneered. "Looks like you"ve got the place ready for a funeral."
"How perceptive of you!" Gheeta had perhaps inhaled too deeply, though the scent appeared to have a stimulant rather than a soporific effect on him. "Exactly so!" The floating cylinder spun about, bringing the Sh.e.l.l Hutt"s face, luminous with toxic sweat, toward the bounty hunters. Ramping up the strength of the repulsor beams, Gheeta floated above the rank-smelling blossoms, the thick petals quivering with the unseen force. "How often, though, that we fail to understand-" The crablike mechanical hands reached down and scooped through the floral ma.s.s, gathering the bright colors and pulpy tissues to the underside of the cylinder. For a moment the crushed blossoms obscured the lower half of Gheeta"s face; then his ecstatic expression was revealed again as the gleaming metal appendages flung themselves wide, scattering the flowers across the steps of the dais. "We fail to appreciate what a joyous occasion a funeral can be!"
The overripe stench of the flowers filled the inside of Boba Fett"s helmet as the petals, bruised and crushed by Gheeta"s mechanical arms, fell across the toes of his boots. He looked down at them for a moment, then kicked the flowers away; the heaviest of them left wet, bleeding trails across the inlaid floor of the great reception hall.
"I don"t have much of a feeling for funerals," said Fett evenly. He looked up across the dais steps toward Gheeta. "One way or the other."
"Oh, but you should! You will!" Gheeta"s manner became even more frenetic and excited. The cylinder vibrated as it hovered in place, as though the fever of the creature inside had somehow been transmitted to the enclosing metal. Some of the other Sh.e.l.l Hutts edged away from the central dais, as though fearful of an explosion; Gheeta"s agitation had even pierced the stupor of those who had fallen furthest beneath the blooms" heavy fragrance. "I guarantee it!"
"Watch out," said Zuckuss in a low voice. From the corner of his sight, behind the dark visor of his helmet, Boba Fett saw Zuckuss"s warning nod toward the edges of the s.p.a.ce. But Fett was already conscious of what was happening there: Some of the black-uniformed mercenaries had stepped forward from the alcoves and adjoining corridors where they had first appeared. There were other motions, of weapons being raised, the shoulder straps of the blaster rifles slackening as the barrels were swung up into firing position, the rifle b.u.t.ts braced against the mercenaries" hips. He could see Bossk and IG-88 turning their heads, scanning the details of the trap closing tighter around them. Zuckuss"s voice sounded tight with apprehension: "I think they"re going to make their move. . . ."
Fett knew that nothing was going to happen, at least not for another few seconds; the cylindrical shapes of the Sh.e.l.l Hutts were still bobbing and floating around, too close to the dais and the team of off-planet bounty hunters. Even as trigger-happy as this bunch of thugs was likely to be, they would still know better than to start shooting while their employers were in the line of fire. And besides, there was one more thing that he was absolutely sure of. Gheeta"s little show wasn"t over yet.
"You wanted to talk business?" The Sh.e.l.l Hutt"s voice had spiraled up into a screech, loud enough to flutter the wattles at his pallid throat. "Fine! Let us do just that! But as you said, there"s no point unless the merchandise in question is there on the table, right in front of us!"
"Gheeta . . ." The elder Nullada grabbed hold of the collar of Gheeta"s cylinder with a metal-clawed hand. "Don"t make more of a fool of yourself than you already have-"
"Silence!" One of Gheeta"s crablike hands furiously knocked away the larger Sh.e.l.l Hutt"s grasp. "You"ll see as well! All of you!" The faces of the other Sh.e.l.l Hutts, protruding from the collars of the floating cylinders, turned toward Gheeta, some with expressions of muddled astonishment, others cruelly relishing the spectacle that was being played out before them. "You were all pleased enough when this scoundrel"-the claw point of one of Gheeta"s hands shot out, gesturing toward Boba Fett-"when this thief stole from me that which was to be my crowning glory!" Both of the crablike mechanical hands flung upward, indicating the great reception hall"s vaulted roof and all that it contained. Gheeta"s maddened gaze crossed over Nullada and the other Sh.e.l.l Hutts. "Don"t think I didn"t hear your sn.i.g.g.e.ring jeers and laughter! You were happy to see me fallen and disgraced, weren"t you?"
Boba Fett discerned now that Gheeta"s escalating shrillness was due to more than the intoxicants released by the mounds of flowers and their viscous, oozing centers. Enough of Gheeta"s thick neck had protruded from his floating cylinder that a thin tube could be seen, almost buried in the folds of his gray skin; the tube ended in a surgically implanted IV tap, a needle plunged and sealed into Gheeta"s bloodstream. The tube"s other end was concealed inside the cylinder; Fett could surmise that it was hooked up to a time-metered dispensary module, leaking some rage-provoking stimulant through the Sh.e.l.l Hutt"s central nervous system. Just as Boba Fett had already suspected, the sight of the pharmaceutical tube confirmed that Gheeta had prepared for this confrontation by chemically stripping out any sense of caution that might still have been lingering inside his brain. Suicidally so; with his having gone this far out of control, there would be no way that the other Sh.e.l.l Hutts would let him continue living and operating in their midst. There was a line beyond which honor and the desire for vengeance interfered with business, and Gheeta was now obviously well past it.
The others were getting there as well; a sense of panic tinged the air inside the great reception hall as the Sh.e.l.l Hutts" floating cylinders collided with each other, reversing away from the central dais, then turning and perceiving the armed and ready mercenaries stationed around the perimeter. Some of the Hutts were obviously fuddled enough by the heavy opiatelike scent of the scattered florals to have lost all reasoning ability. That was the main reason that Boba Fett had programmed the air filters in his helmet to catch and expunge those intoxicating molecules; more than that, he had paid hefty amounts to the galaxy"s finest black-market microsurgeons to have the corresponding receptor sites stripped away from the branching ends of his own nervous system. Whatever stimulation to the pleasure centers of his brain that might have been lost thereby was more than compensated for by the control he retained in situations like this; in his business, he couldn"t afford the simpleminded hysteria to which the Sh.e.l.l Hutts were already succ.u.mbing. From the corners of his vision, as he continued focusing on Gheeta at the top of the dais, he could discern the repulsor-borne cylinders slamming harder into each other, the riveted durasteel plates clanging like an atonal percussion section; the crablike mechanical hands tangled with each other and clawed at the wide-eyed, panting faces of the Sh.e.l.l Hutts as they twisted and spun about, rebounding in fear from the exits, blocked by the blaster-toting mercenaries.
Gheeta was caught up in a spiraling feedback loop, his own overexcited state mounting as it absorbed the frightened, lunatic pulse from the other Sh.e.l.l Hutts. "And you were laughing, too! I know you were!" One of the mechanical hands slung beneath his floating cylinder suddenly jabbed toward Boba Fett, the metal shimmering with the fury of his accusation. "All the way back to whatever hole that sc.u.mmy architect paid you to hide him in-" Gheeta"s lipless mouth had stretched into a frenzied grimace, far enough that a trickle of blood seeped into the milky salivation leaking from its corners. "That was a good joke, Fett! But the best jokes always come with a price attached to them, don"t they?"
"Ancient history," said Boba Fett. He could almost feel sorry for the Sh.e.l.l Hutt, locked inside an account that he could never settle to his profit. Almost, but not quite; sympathy was something else that he"d stripped from his nervous system, using the scalpel of his own transforming will. "We came here to talk about other merchandise. We"re here for Oph Nar Dinnid."
"Ah, yes!" Gheeta"s eyes grew wider and more maniacal as the IV tube pulsed like an artificial vein at the wattles of his neck. "And the merchandise should always be on the table, shouldn"t it, before we can start dealing-that"s how you want things, isn"t it? Then by all means-"
The dangling mechanical hands suddenly shot forward from beneath Gheeta"s encasing sh.e.l.l and seized hold of the edge of the dais"s central platform. The remaining florals, oozing sap from their broken petals, slid from the top surface and landed wetly across the steps as the thin metal arms tensed, lifting one side of the rectangular shape. From the floating cylinder came a high-pitched whine as the repulsor-beam engines strained against the additional load. That was followed by the grinding, tearing noise of decorative masonry being ripped apart as the rectangular platform came loose from the dais and tilted toward one side. Gheeta gave a final, convulsive push, and the platform tore free and toppled down the dais"s encircling steps.
For a moment the panicked motion in the great reception hall ebbed; the crash of the platform at the feet of Boba Fett and the other bounty hunters had been loud enough to distract the fleeing Sh.e.l.l Hutts from their attempts at escape. At the exits, still blocked by the insignialess mercenaries, the floating cylinders turned, their wide-faced occupants looking back toward the figures at the center of the vaulted s.p.a.ce.