The necessary data zapped along the web"s tangled neurons. Another suba.s.sembly, with useless vestigial legs and a softly fragile sh.e.l.l encasing its specific-function cortex, mulled over what it had received, converting raw visuals to useful numbers. "Thyip thyoud arrive . . ." Calculator"s tiny lisping mouth moved beneath the wobbling lump of neural matter. "In leth thyan thuh-ree thtandard time part-th."
"I know who it is!" Identifier scrambled up onto Kud"ar Mub"at"s shoulder-if arachnoids could be said to have shoulders-and excitedly chattered into its earhole. The little database suba.s.sembly had listened in to what Lookout had told Calculator. "I know, I know! It"s the Slave I! Positive identification made-"
"Of course it is." With another leg, Kud"ar Mub"at plucked Identifier from its body-the childlike suba.s.semblies would swarm all over it, if it let them-and set the node down on one of the web"s structural strands. "Now just settle down, little one."
"Boba Fett must be aboard!" Identifier, with its own miniature versions of its parent"s stiff-spined legs, skittered back and forth on the taut silken fiber. "Boba Fett!" The suba.s.sembly had no particular liking for the bounty hunter; it just got excited over any visitors to the web. "It"s Boba Fett"s ship!"
Kud"ar Mub"at sighed wearily, someplace deep inside his near-spherical abdomen. His own mannerisms were slow and somewhat languid, or as much so as the latter term could be applied to a chitin-encased arachnoid. The constant chatter of Identifier ^nnoyed him on occasion. Perhaps, mused Kud"ar Mub"at, I should reabsorb that node. And design and develop another one. A quieter one. But right now the problem wasn"t so much that of raw materials-Kud"ar Mub"at could always extrude more subas sembly fiber-as of time. Time lag, to be precise; even a node as relatively uncomplicated as that took hundreds of time units to develop to an operational standard. With as much business as Kud"ar Mub"at was handling right now, it couldn"t afford to be without a functioning identifier.
Maybe later, thought the a.s.sembler as it hung suspended in a nexus of the web"s thicker strands. When this business with Boba Fett is over. Kud"ar Mub"at figured that its credit accounts would be fat enough then, so that it could afford to take a little time off. It would have to talk to Balancesheet about that.
"Go tell Docker and the Handler twins." Kud"ar Mub"at gave the little ch.o.r.e to Identifier, rather than just plugging back into the web"s communication neurons. "Tell them to get ready for company."
The little suba.s.sembly jumped and scurried away, down the dark, fibrous corridors to the web"s distant landing snare. That"ll keep it out of my leg hairs for a while, thought Kud"ar Mub"at. It gently moved Lookout aside and applied one of its own compound eyes to the view hole, scanning the stars for any visible indication of his enemy and business a.s.sociate.
He"d long ago decided that this was the worst part of the job. I"d rather hang out with the Hutts, thought Boba Fett. And that was saying something: Huttese palaces, like the one Jabba the Hutt kept on Tatooine, were sinkholes of gratuitous depravity. Every time he"d been in one, either delivering a captive or collecting a bounty in person, he"d felt as though he had been slogging through a sewer filled with the galaxy"s offal and waste. The careless ease with which someone like Jabba could dispose of an underling-Boba Fett had heard of the pet rancor creature that Jabba kept beneath his palace, but hadn"t yet seen it-always irritated him. Why kill when there was no profit involved? A waste of time, credits, and flesh. But even a Hutt"s palace was more to Fett"s liking than Kud"ar Mub"at"s web.
The tapering cylinder floated in the Slave I"s viewport, gradually growing closer. It didn"t even look like a constructed artifact, as much as it resembled some accidental conglomeration of glue and wire, strung together with a Corellian scavenge rat"s idiot thrift. As Fett"s ship approached, and Kud"ar Mub"at"s web blotted out more of the stars in the viewport, various bits of machinery could be seen, sharper-edged than the clotted fibers in which they were embedded. Boba Fett had been dealing with the arachnoid a.s.sembler long enough to know that it couldn"t resist a bargain, no matter what kind of worthless junk was involved; portions of the web were a museum of defunct interstellar transports and other dead castoffs. Even Jawas pursued their trade in junk and used droids as a way of turning a profit; Kud"ar Mub"at apparently just liked acc.u.mulating stuff, incorporating it into the s.p.a.ce-drifting home the a.s.sembler had spun out from its own guts.
Though it wasn"t all just junk, Boba Fett knew; that was merely what Kud"ar Mub"at let show on the surface of the web, perhaps as a matter of protective camouflage. Not everyone had done as well in their encounters with the a.s.sembler as he had; the few times that Fett had actually gone into the web, he"d spotted some not inconsiderable treasures, bits and pieces that the less fortunate had been obliged to leave behind, to discharge their debts to Kud"ar Mub"at. It would probably be better to leave one"s skin behind than try to cheat the spidery ent.i.ty.
Faint greenish lights showed in a rough circle, indicating the docking section of the web. One of Kud"ar Mub"at"s suba.s.semblies-Signaler was what it was called, if Fett remembered correctly-was a phosph.o.r.escent herpetoid node, long enough to encircle one end of the web with its glowing, snakelike form. Kud"ar Mub"at had let enough intelligence develop in the node so that it could blink out a simple directional landing pattern for any ship making a rendezvous with the web. Another group of suba.s.semblies, arrayed just inside the pulsing circle, were devoid of even that much brainpower; they could sense the proximity of a s.p.a.cecraft and, like the ten tacles of a Threndrian snareflower, grab hold and bring it in tight and secure to the web"s entry port. Boba Fett loathed the idiot appendages, with their flexing vacuum-resistant scales like rust-pitted armor plate. He"d told Kud"ar Mub"at before, that if he ever found any sc.r.a.ps from the tentacles still clinging to the Slave I after he"d left the web, he"d turn around and pluck the nodes one by one from the web with a short-range tractor beam. That"d be a painful process for Kud"ar Mub"at; every piece of the living web was connected to the a.s.sembler by a skein of neurofibers.
He cut the Slave I"s approach engines, leaving the craft with enough momentum to keep it on a slow and steady course toward the web"s dock. Inside the ring of light, the tips of the grappling nodes had already begun to ease into position as the suba.s.semblies woke from their dreaming half sleep.
"Ah, my dear Fett." A high-pitched voice greeted him as he clambered down from the docking port into the narrow confines of the web"s interior. "How truly a delight it is to see you once more. After how horribly such a long time it has been-"
"Stow it." Boba Fett looked up and saw by the top of his helmet one of Kud"ar Mub"at"s mobile vocal appendages, a suba.s.sembly that was little more than a rudimentary mouth tethered by a glistening cord. This one must have been just recently extruded by the a.s.sembler, the neural silk was still white and unmarked by the web"s centuries of acc.u.mulated filth. "I"m here for business, not conversation."
The little voice box scurried along the tunnel"s fibrous ceiling, a pair of tiny claws reeling in its con necting line as it kept pace with Fett. "Ah, that is truly indeed the bounty hunter of my long acquaintance, so bold and vivid he is in my remembering! How sadly long I have been without the pleasure of your succinct and charming wit."
Fett made no reply as he clambered through the tunnel, its interwoven tissues yielding beneath the weight of his boots. Wherever his thick gloves grabbed hold, ripples of firing synapses sparked in fading concentric circles, as though from a stone dropped in an ocean filled with phosph.o.r.escent plankton. A few light nodes, the smaller brethren of Signaler on the web"s exterior, glowed before him and dropped back into darkness after he had pa.s.sed by. Fett supposed that when Kud"ar Mub"at had no visitor, the web remained unlit. The a.s.sembler required no light to move around inside an artifact constructed of its own spun-out cortex.
"There you are in your entirety!" The same voice, like sheet metal being torn in half, sounded from in front of Boba Fett as he ducked beneath a ridge of hardened silk. "I knew you"d return, crowned with the eminence of success." The words were louder, coming from Kud"ar Mub"at"s own mouth rather than the little voice-box node. "And of undeniable punctuality you are as well, indeed."
Boba Fett stepped into the web"s central chamber, a s.p.a.ce large enough for him to stand upright in. It was more than a matter of simile that it seemed to Fett as though he had walked into the center of the a.s.sembler"s brain. That was the reality of Kud"ar Mub"at"s nest and body, an interconnected unity, one and the same thing. It lives inside its armor, thought Fett, as I live inside mine.
"I returned here when I said I would." Fett turned his masked gaze upon the a.s.sembler. "It was a simple enough job."
"Ah, for one of your exceedingly multifarious talents, yes, I imagine it was." Kud"ar Mub"at"s compound eyes focused on his visitor. One of its jointed, spike-haired forelegs inscribed a graceful acknowledging gesture in the chamber"s thick air. "No complications, I take it?"
"The usual." He folded his arms across the front of his battle-gear. "There were a couple of other bounty hunters who were hoping to nab him before I did."
"Ooh." The eyes, like dark black cabochons, glittered with antic.i.p.ation. "And you took care of them?"
"I didn"t have to." Fett knew how much the a.s.sembler enjoyed war stories, the more violence-filled the better. He didn"t feel like indulging the arachnoid creature"s taste. "They were just the usual f.e.c.kless types that the Bounty Hunters Guild sends out. It"s easier to walk around a pile of nerf dung than step right into it."
"How very droll! You amuse me greatly!" Kud"ar Mub"at reached up to the chamber"s ceiling with several of its hind legs, lifting itself up from where it had been resting its pale abdomen. "It is a savory bonus of our relationship that I am privileged to hear your scintillating repartee." The bed node wheezed as it reinflated its cushiony pneumatic bladders. Kud"ar Mub"at worked his way across the chamber"s ceiling, finally dangling its mandibled face directly in front of the bounty hunter. "Have we not more than a mere business relationship, my dear Fett? Please say yes. Say that we are friends, you and I."
"Friends," said Boba Fett coldly, "are a liability in my trade." He drew the visor of his helmet back from the a.s.sembler"s glittering eyes and V-shaped smile. "I"m not here to amuse you. Pay me the bounty you"re holding in escrow, I"ll hand the merchandise over to you, and I"ll go."
"Until the next time." Kud"ar Mub"at turned its head, regarding him with another set of gemlike eyes. "Which cannot be anytime too soon, for my preference."
Maybe it"s this part of the job, Boba Fett thought to himself, that"s the worst. Tracking someone down, pursuing him the width of the galaxy, capturing, transporting, killing anyone who had to be killed in order to get the job done-those things were all cold pleasures, to be savored as tests and confirmations of his own skills. Dealing with any of the clients, whether it was a matter of direct negotiation such as with the Empire"s Lord Vader or a sleaze mountain such as Jabba the Hutt, or a third-party negotiation with a middle ent.i.ty such as Kud"ar Mub"at, was more repellent than satisfying. It always turned out to be the same thing, every time. They never want to pay up, brooded Fett. They always want the merchandise; they just never want to pan with their credits in exchange. With Hutts, it was always an emotional issue, at least at the start. Their megalo-maniacal rages at any perceived sign of disloyalty led them to post huge, eye-popping bounties; later, when they had simmered down a bit, the Hutts" natural cold-blooded greed kicked in and they tried to take the prices down. The members of the so-called Bounty Hunters Guild would accept a fraction of an original bounty, sometimes as low as ten percent. That was one of the reasons that Boba Fett despised them: he had never taken a credit less than the agreed-upon sum, and had no intention of starting.
"I have other business to take care of," said Boba Fett. That was true. The galaxy was wide, with lots of dark nooks and crannies, remote worlds and even entire planetary systems that could serve as hiding places. And there were always those ent.i.ties with reasons to hide, either to save their epidermis from Emperor Palpatine"s coruscating wrath or to clutch in their sweating hands the meager piles of credits they had managed to pry out of Jabba"s coffers. Even with as much "business" as Boba Fett handled, there were still plenty of sc.r.a.ps left for the Guild to dole out to its members, the small stuff that he couldn"t be bothered with. But the longer that Kud"ar Mub"at needlessly detained him here, cackling and wheezing at him inside the tangled corridors of its own expanded brain, the greater the chance that some hustling Guild member would be able to s.n.a.t.c.h some prize bounty away from him. That notion would have infuriated Fett, if any such word of pa.s.sion could have been applied to the coldly unfeeling logic that dictated his actions. As it was, he let his masked gaze rest upon Kud"ar Mub"at"s insectile face like the sharp point of a bladed weapon. "Pay me, and I won"t detain you from your own . . . business."
Everyone in the galaxy knew what Kud"ar Mub"at"s business was. There was no other ent.i.ty among the stars quite like the notorious a.s.sembler. If there were other members of its species on some distant planet, covered with skeins and nets of their extruded neural silk, that world hadn"t been discovered yet. Perhaps Kud"ar Mub"at was the only existing a.s.sembler; Fett had heard rumors, dating back to a time before he"d become the galaxy"s most-feared bounty hunter, of Kud"ar Mub"at"s predecessor, another a.s.sembler of whom Kud"ar Mub"at itself had been a node, a semi-independent creature like the ones that scuttled around this web, dragging their neurofiber tethers behind them. That parent a.s.sembler had made the mistake of letting one of its offspring become a little too developed and independent, and had paid the price: death and ingestion by the web"s new owner, the usurper Kud"ar Mub"at. The a.s.sembler is dead, thought Boba Fett with distaste, long live the a.s.sembler. Even Hutts, with their monstrous appet.i.tes and vicious family rivalries, drew the line at actually eating one of their own clan that they might have beaten out for control of some typically shady enterprise.
With the web, drifting through interstellar s.p.a.ce, and its contents had come the a.s.sembler"s business. Some ent.i.ty had to act as the universe"s go-between and intermediary, especially among all the worlds" criminal elements and those who did business with criminals. If there had ever been a time when there had been honor among thieves, it was long over in this galaxy. Boba Fett had never cheated any of his clients, though he had been forced to kill quite a few. If everybody had held to his standards of business morality, there wouldn"t have been any need for an operator like Kud"ar Mub"at. As it was, the a.s.sembler took a justifiable percentage for the services he provided, the setting up of deals between murderously inclined ent.i.ties, the holding in escrow of bounty payments, the transfer of captives to those who had put up the credits for them. The Bounty Hunters Guild worked almost all their jobs through Kud"ar Mub"at; Boba Fett used the a.s.sembler when that was the client"s preference and the percentage was raked off from the other side and not his own.
"But my highly esteemed Fett-" As Kud"ar Mub"at dangled from the web"s ceiling, it rubbed its tiniest and most agile forelimbs together. "It is not entirely a matter of such highly enjoyable socialization that causes me to desire the extending of your visit to my abode. You speak of your own business, which you are naturally in such a haste to attend to. Very well; let us speak of business together. You know me-" The a.s.sembler"s compound eyes twinkled. "I"m as delightedly happy to talk about that as any other subject. And right now your business and mine once again coincide. Is that not a pleasing hap penstance?"
Boba Fett studied the a.s.sembler"s narrow face, looking for any clue that would reveal the creature"s true intentions, always hidden beneath its oily chatter. "What business are you talking about?" Usually, any news of a bounty being posted was caught directly by the Slave I"s programmed comm scanners. "A private job?"
"Ah, you are so astute." The a.s.sembler"s forelimbs made little sc.r.a.ping noises, like thin and cheap plastoid sh.e.l.ls. "Little wonder that you are such a success in your chosen field of endeavor. Yes, my dear Fett, a very private job indeed."
That interested Fett. Of all the things that Kud"ar Mub"at could have said, that caught his attention more than any other. Private jobs were the cream of the bounty-hunter trade. There were times when clients, for reasons of their own, wanted some fugitive ent.i.ty caught and delivered with a maximum of discretion. Posting a bounty galaxy-wide effectively eliminated any chance of maintaining secrecy; for the client to get what it wanted, arrangements would have to be made with one particular bounty hunter. More often than not, that would be Boba Fett himself; over the decades he"d built up a reputation for confidentiality as well as effectiveness.
"Who"s the client?" It wasn"t essential for Boba Fett to know, though it sometimes made the job easier. If it was all being arranged through Kud"ar Mub"at, the client"s desire for secrecy might be absolute, without even the hunter knowing who was putting up the bounty. "Is it one of the Hutts?"
"Not this time." Kud"ar Mub"at displayed his approximation of a smile again. "You and I have done so much business for Jabba and his brethren lately. After I turn over our little friend Posondum to them, I would not be greatly surprised if they decided to tighten their purse strings for a while. No, no; don"t say a word-" The forelimbs waved about. "You don"t need to remind me that I can hardly deliver anything to anybody until you"ve been paid. Balancesheet!" The a.s.sembler"s screech rang down the length of the web. "Get in here! Immediately!"
Kud"ar Mub"at"s accountant node carefully picked its way along the fibers and entered the central chamber. Of all of the suba.s.semblies, this was the one that Boba Fett had always found most to his liking-and not just because it was the one that actually handed over the bounties that its parent would be holding in escrow. The crablike Balancesheet, as Kud"ar Mub"at had named its extruded creation, had a laconic, no-nonsense approach to its duties that Fett found similar to his own. He would be sorry-or as much so as he ever was-when Kud"ar Mub"at would determine that the little accountant node had developed as much intelligence as could be allowed. Balancesheet, like other nodes before it, would be eaten by its parent before there was any danger of independence and mutiny of the kind that had made Kud"ar Mub"at master of the a.s.sembler web.
"Boba Fett, current account; balance due . . ." The accountant node maneuvered its pliable sh.e.l.l close to his shoulder, extending its eyestalks parallel to the chamber"s floor as it made an ID scan of the bounty hunter"s distinctive helmet. "Just a moment, please."
"Take your time," said Fett. "Accuracy is a virtue."
Balancesheet said nothing, but a brief flicker in its gaze acknowledged that it and Boba Fett were kindred ent.i.ties, in spirit if not species.
"Previous balance zero." Balancesheet had finished its show of calculation. "Due upon delivery of one humanoid, designation Nil Posondum, client being the Huttese business front Trans-Zone Development and Exploitation Consortium, the sum of twelve thousand five hundred credits." The accountant node swiveled its eyestalks toward its parent. "Our fee has already been paid by the Hutts. The entire bounty being held is now payable to Boba Fett."
"But of course," crooned Kud"ar Mub"at softly. "Who would deny it?"
The eyestalks turned back toward Fett. "And the individual Nil Posondum is in a living and desirable condition, certain nonessential injuries excepted, as per standard bounty-hunting practice?"
Boba Fett raised his wrist-mounted comm unit to the front of his helmet. A tiny red spark indicated that the link to Slave I"s c.o.c.kpit controls was unbroken. "Open inspection port Gamma Eight." That port allowed visual access to the cages in his ship"s cargo hold. "Perimeter defenses on standby."
A moment later Balancesheet looked over at its parent. "Designated merchandise appears to be in good condition." The announcement was more for Boba Fett"s hearing than the a.s.sembler"s; the sensory data from the remote optical node had traveled down the neural network linking Kud"ar Mub"at with the accountant and all the other suba.s.semblies in the web. "Initiating transfer."
That was the kind of thing that would get the little accountant eaten; it hadn"t waited for Kud"ar Mub"at"s order. Boba Fett supposed that the next time he came to the web, a newly extruded node would be maintaining Kud"ar Mub"at"s intricate finances.
"I most sincerely hope that you enjoy the well-earned possession of those credits." Kud"ar Mub"at watched as Fett tucked the amount-sealed credit packet into one of his gear"s carrying pouches. Balancesheet had made the payment and picked its way over to another section of the chamber. "I often wonder-" The a.s.sembler extended its smiling face toward him. "Just what is it that you do with all the credits you get paid? Granted, you have considerable expenditures, to keep going such a level of operation. The equipment, the intelligence sources, all of those things. But you make so much more than that; I know you do." A few of Kud"ar Mub"at"s eyes peered more closely at him. "But what do you spend it on?"
One of Boba Fett"s rare flashes of anger rose inside him. "That"s none of your business." Slave I had signaled that the captive had been removed from the cargo hold and into one of the web"s dismal sub-chambers; all ports had been resealed. The temptation to stalk out of this place, to get back into his ship and tear himself into the cold, clean depths of s.p.a.ce, was almost overwhelming. "Let"s talk about the business that you and I do have with each other."
"Ah, yes! Most certainly!" Kud"ar Mub"at flexed its main limbs, causing its segmented torso to bob up and down in front of its visitor. "It"s not really the usual sort of thing you do; it"s not a matter of tracking down someone and delivering them, all wrapped up in a neat little package. But you"re so versatile-aren"t you?-that I"m sure it"s something you can handle with your characteristic dispatch."
Fett"s suspicions were always aroused when a job was described as being out of the ordinary. That usually meant that the danger to him would be greater, or that getting paid would be more difficult, or both. Jabba the Hutt was always coming up with numbers like that, where Fett was expected to risk his life on some flaky errand. "I asked you before," he growled. "Who"s the client?"
"There isn"t one." Kud"ar Mub"at seemed delighted to make that announcement. "Or at least, not in the usual sense. I"m not acting on behalf of a third party. This job would be for me."
The suspicions heightened. Kud"ar Mub"at had always been the perfect intermediary, keeping his role scrupulously separate from his clients" interests. That go-between function was valued so highly that even the most ruthless connivers such as Jabba had never tried to cheat the a.s.sembler. It was hard to imagine who could have incurred Kud"ar Mub"at"s enmity, to the point of the a.s.sembler requiring Fett"s lethal skills.
At the same time, though-Boba Fett"s calculations clicked over inside his helmeted skull-there was no doubt that Kud"ar Mub"at could pay for whatever it wanted. Fett wasn"t in the habit of questioning his various employers" desires-but just delivering them. Not every job required a living piece of merchandise; leaving a dead body on the blood-soaked soil of a remote planet was also within his range of expertise.
"So just what is it that you want me to do for you?"
Kud"ar Mub"at pointed one of its jointed fore-limbs toward him. "Tell me first-or tell me again-what you think of the Guild. You know; the Bounty Hunters Guild."
"I don"t," said Fett. He gave a slight shrug. "It"s not worth thinking about. If any of its members were at all proficient, they wouldn"t be in it. An organization like that is for the weak and harmless, who think that by combining their forces they might become deadly. They"re wrong."
"Harsh words, my dear Fett! Harsh words, indeed! There are some accomplished hunters in the Guild, with achievements nearly equaling your own. The Guild has been headed for many years now by the Trandoshan Cradossk; he was a legend among the stars when you were first starting out."
"So he was." Fett nodded once. "And now he is old and feeble, if still cunning. His offspring Bossk was one of those who got in my way as I was capturing Nil Posondum. If the son were one tenth the bounty hunter that the father had been, I might have some compet.i.tion. But he"s not, and I don"t. The Bounty Hunters Guild"s glory days are long in the past."
"Ah, my dear Fett, I see that your opinions have not changed." Kud"ar Mub"at shook its dust-speckled head. "You wield them like something that you"ve taken from that a.r.s.enal you carry on your back. I"ll have to make it very much worth your while; expensively thus, to entice you into accepting this little job of mine."
Fett kept his helmet"s featureless gaze on the as sembler. "Which is?"
"It"s really very simple." Kud"ar Mub"at clicked the points of his forelimbs together. "I want you to join the Bounty Hunters Guild."
The a.s.sembler"s compound eyes were not the only ones watching him. Boba Fett could sense the tiny crablike accountant and all the rest of the web"s interconnected nodes, their overlapping vision feeding into the central cortex of their master and parent. They were all watching-and waiting for his answer.
"You"re right about one thing," said Boba Fett.
Kud"ar Mub"at"s eyes glittered even more brightly. "Yes? What"s that?"
His suspicions hadn"t gone away; if anything, they were even sharper and harder. The simple jobs, he said to himself. Those are the ones you get killed on.
"This job of yours..."
"Yes?" The tethered suba.s.semblies crept closer to Kud"ar Mub"at, as though the web itself were narrowing tighter.
Boba Fett gave a slow nod of his helmet. "It"ll cost you."
6.
From a small viewport embedded in a wall of tangled fibers, a slit-pupiled eye of deep violet hue watched the bright trail of an interstellar craft, dwindling among the wide-flung stars. A moment later the engine flare blinked out of sight, as the Slave I leaped into hypers.p.a.ce and was gone.
"Your Excellency-" One of Kud"ar Mub"at"s household nodes hesitated, then skittered closer and tugged at the hem of the ornate, heavy robes brushing the observation chamber"s matted floor. "Your presence is now desired by your host."
Prince Xizor turned away from the viewport. His cold reptilian glance took in the trembling suba.s.sem-bly. Perhaps, if he were to crush it beneath the sole of his boot, a shock of pain would flash along the web"s neurofibers, straight into Kud"ar Mub"at"s chitinous skull. It would be an experiment worth making; he had an interest in whatever might produce fear inside any of the galaxy"s inhabitants. Someday, Xizor told himself. But not right now. "Tell your master," he said in a smooth, unthreatening voice, "that I"ll be there directly."
When he entered the web"s main chamber, he saw that Kud"ar Mub"at had settled its globular abdomen back into its padded nest. "Ah, my highly esteemed Xizor!" It used the same obsequious voice that he had overheard it lavishing on the departed bounty hunter. "I so very much hope that you weren"t uncomfortable in that wretched s.p.a.ce! Great is my mortification, my embarra.s.sment that I should offer such-"
"It was more than adequate," said Xizor. "Don"t fret yourself about it." He folded his heavily corded forearms across his chest. "I"m not always surrounded by the luxuries of the Emperor"s court. Sometimes . . ." He let the corner of his mouth lift in a partial smile. "Sometimes my accommodations-and my companions-are of a rougher sort."
"Ah." Kud"ar Mub"at nodded quickly. "Just so."
The a.s.sembler knew better than to speak anything aloud of what his n.o.ble guest had just referred to. Even the two words "Black Sun," in as private a place as this, were forbidden. To make silence a general rule was to ensure that no one would discover the other side of Xizor"s double existence. In one universe, he was Emperor Palpatine"s loyal servant; in that universe"s shadowed twin, he was the leader of a criminal organization whose reach, if not power, was as galaxy spanning as the Empire"s.
"He took the job." Xizor said the words as a statement of fact, not a question.
"Yes, of course he did." Kud"ar Mub"at fussed nervously with the pneumatic bladders of his nest. "Boba Fett is a reasonable ent.i.ty. In his way. Very businesslike; I find that to be of the utmost charm in him."
"When you use the word "businesslike," " noted Xizor, "you mean . . . "can be bought." "
"What other possible definition is there?" As Kud"ar Mub"at gazed at him, the a.s.sembler"s eyes filled with innocence. "My so dear Xizor-we"re all businessmen. We can all be bought."
"Speak for yourself." The partial smile on his face turned into a full sneer. "I prefer to be the one who"s doing the buying."
"Ah, and so happy am I to be one of those whose services you have purchased." Kud"ar Mub"at settled itself more comfortably into its nest. "I hope this grand scheme of yours, of which I am so small yet hopefully an essential part, will turn out exactly as you, in your ineffable wisdom, wish it to."
"It will," said Xizor, "if you perform the rest of your role as well as you did with hoodwinking Boba Fett."
"You flatter me." Kud"ar Mub"at bowed its head low. "My thespic abilities are regrettably crude, but perhaps they sufficed in this instance."
The a.s.sembler had had to be no more than its usual conniving self to set the trap in which the bounty hunter was already ensnared. One of the nodes in the central chamber was a simple auditory unit, a tympanic membrane with legs, tied like all the rest of the nodes into the web"s expanded nervous system. From his hiding place, Prince Xizor had been able to listen in, another one of Kud"ar Mub"at"s attached offspring whispering into his ear all the words pa.s.sing between the a.s.sembler and Boba Fett. The web surrounding them wasn"t the only one that Kud"ar Mub"at could spin. Fett was not aware of it yet, but strands too fine to be detected were already tangling about his boots, drawing him into a trap without escape.
Xizor almost felt sorry for the bounty hunter. The reptilian Falleen species was even more coldblooded than Trandoshans such as the aging Cradossk and his rage-driven offspring Bossk; pity was not an emotion that Xizor had ever experienced. Whether he was operating on behalf of Emperor Palpatine or secretly advancing the Black Sun"s criminal agenda, Xizor manipulated all who came into his reach with the same nonemotion he"d display for pieces on a gaming board. They were to be positioned and used as necessity dictated, sacrificed and discarded when strategy required. Still, thought Xizor, an ent.i.ty such as Boba Fett . . . The bounty hunter merited his respect, at least. To look into that helmet"s concealing visor was to meet a gaze as ruthless and unsentimental as his own. He"ll fight to survive. And he"ll fight well. .
But that was part of the trap that had already seized hold of Boba Fett. The cruel irony-and one that Xizor savored-was that Fett was now doomed by his own fierce nature. All that had kept him alive before, in so many deadly situations, would now bring about his destruction.
Too bad, thought Prince Xizor to himself. In another game, a piece as powerful as that would have had it uses. Only a master player would dare a strategic sacrifice such as this. To lose, however necessarily, such an efficient hunter and killer was his only regret.
"Pardon my admittedly clumsy intrusion." Kud"ar Mub"at"s high-pitched voice broke into his musing. "But there are some other tiny, almost insignificant matters to be taken care of. To ensure the complete success of your endeavors, which are as always of such brilliance and-"
"Of course." Xizor regarded the a.s.sembler sitting in its animate nest. "You want to be paid."
"Only for the sake of keeping our records straight. A mere formality." With an upraised forelimb, Kud"ar Mub"at directed his accountant node toward the prince. "I"m sure one of your keen perception understands."
"All too well." He watched as the suba.s.sembly named Balancesheet picked its way toward him. Nothing happened with Kud"ar Mub"at except on a pay-as-you-go basis. "We"ve done business together enough times for me to remember without prompting."
A few moments later, when the transfer of credits had been completed, Balancesheet swiveled its eyestalks toward its parent. "The prince"s account is once again current, with no outstanding sums due. Per your existing agreement, final payment will be made upon a satisfactory resolution of the Bounty Hunters Guild situation." Balancesheet gave a small nod to Xizor and returned to its perch on the central chamber"s wall.
"Affairs are going well," said Xizor. "So far." He had already summoned his ship, the Virago, from inside the detection shadow of one of the moons of the nearest planetary system. "I"ll be watching to make sure they continue that way."
"But of course." Waving all its sticklike fore-limbs, Kud"ar Mub"at dispatched a scuttling flock of nodes to ready the web"s docking area. Boba Fett"s Slave I had departed only a little while before, leaving behind a captive in the darkest subchamber. "You. have nothing to fear in that regard." Xizor knew that as soon as he was gone, Kud"ar Mub"at would be in contact with the Hutts, to hand over the bounty hunter"s merchandise and collect its middle-ent.i.ty fee. "All will be well. . . ."