"Of course it is, you idiot." If Bossk had had a wrench in his claws, he would have been torn between throwing it at his partner or at the screen, as though he could somehow hit Boba Fett"s ship with it. "That was the whole point, with the decoy and the bomb." The Slave I was already dwindling away, heading for the perimeter station of the Bounty Hunters Guild. "Fett knew somebody would be waiting for him."
"Apparently so." Zuckuss gave a slow nod of his head. "Somebody like him . . . he"s got a lot of enemies."
"He doesn"t have any fewer now." Bossk glared at the empty screen. You made one mistake, he told the vanished Boba Fett. You should"ve used a bigger bomb. One that would have killed instead of merely humiliated. Bossk-and his hunger for revenge-was still alive.
Another quick burst of sparks shot from behind the screen. A knot of tangled circuits, welded together and emitting smoke, dangled bobbing from one of the overhead panels. The image of the stars blanked out and was gone.
"Come on," said Bossk. He stood up, then reached down to pull Zuckuss to his feet. "We"ve got work to do."
9.
Everything was settled by the time Cradossk"s son finally showed up.
Boba Fett could tell that the younger Trandoshan was not in a good mood as he strode into the council chamber of the Bounty Hunters Guild. Failed a.s.sa.s.sination attempts often had that effect on sentient creatures. There really was nothing worse than making the decision to kill someone else, and then not being able to bring it off. All the emotions a.s.sociated with violence, mused Fett. He had never experienced them, himself, but knew that others did. And none of the benefits. It was sad, really.
The council"s long, crescent-shaped table had been set for a celebratory banquet. One of Cradossk"s scurrying servants had set a crystalline goblet, the mingled shades of cobalt and amethyst within revealing the expense of the vintage it contained, in front of Boba Fett. He had touched the dark liquid with a gloved fingertip, just enough to send a few ripples across its surface. Etiquette demanded that much; anything less, and the old reptilian sprawled next to him would have been offended. If other sentient creatures wished to deal in hollow symbols rather than reality, it made no difference to Fett. Cradossk and all the other Guild elders could befuddle themselves with strong drink, if they wished; this goblet"s contents would remain un-tasted.
He watched as the tall, arched doors of the council chamber were shoved open, the gilded and gem-encrusted panels flying to either side as Bossk stormed in. Servants bearing flagons and laden platters scattered in all directions; anger-ridden Trandoshans were notoriously rough on the hired help.
"Ah, my son and heir!" Cradossk was already well on the way to inebriation. His age-blunted fangs were mottled with wine stains, and his yellow-slitted eyes gazed with blurry affection at his sp.a.w.n. "I was hoping you"d be here for the festivities." More wine slopped down Cradossk"s scaled arm and from his elbow as he lifted his own goblet high. "We"ll tell the musicians to strike up the old songs, the ones our sp.a.w.n-fathers knew, and we"ll do the lizard dance all around the courtyard-"
The goblet went clattering across the chamber"s terrazzo floor, the wine a ragged pennant on the inlaid tiles, as Bossk knocked it from his sire"s hand with one swing of his clawed hand. Across the high-ceilinged s.p.a.ce of the chamber, hung with the empty combat gear and other trophies taken off the Guild"s long-ago enemies, silence fell. The collective gaze of the council members turned toward their chief and his enraged offspring.
"Your manners," said Cradossk softly, "are severely lacking. As usual."
Boba Fett had had enough experience with Trandoshans over the years to know what a bad sign it was when their voices went low and ominous like that. When they shouted and snarled, they were ready to kill. When they whispered, they were ready to kill everything. He carefully shifted away from Cradossk"s side so as not to be in the way if the old reptilian decided to leap over the table and tear out his only son"s throat.
"As is your understanding." Bossk spoke with a cold control, through which his anger still managed to appear. "What kind of brain-withered old fool shares wine with his enemy?" He flung a gesture toward Boba Fett. "Have you forgotten so much, has every day faded from your memory, that the Guild"s history is a blank slate to you? This man has made fools of us more times than we can count." Bossk turned to either side, making sure that everyone in the chamber could hear his words. "You all know who it is that sits with you now. He"s taken the credits out of our pockets and the food out of our mouths." He looked back at his sire. "If you weren"t drunk"-Bossk"s voice sounded like dry gravel sc.r.a.ping across rusted metal-"you"d take what"s fallen into your grasp and sink your teeth into Boba Fett"s heart."
"I wasn"t drunk when he arrived here." Cradossk"s response was both mild and somewhat amused. "But I intend to get very drunk-and very happy-now that we"ve all had a chance to listen to Fett. What he came here to say has pleased me a great deal." He raised his goblet and took a long draft that left wet lines trickling down the sides of his throat, then slammed the goblet down. "That"s one of the differences between him . . . and you."
Barely suppressed laughter ran along the arms of the crescent table. Without turning his head, Boba Fett could see the other council members and their lackeys whispering back and forth, their sardonic glances taking in the young bounty hunter standing before them. Be sure you know who your friends are, he wanted to warn Bossk. This lot will carve you up anytime it suits them.
"What"re you talking about?" Bossk gripped the edge of the table in his claws and leaned toward his father. "What"s this sneaking sc.u.m told you?"
"Boba Fett has made us an offer." From an ornately enameled tray held behind him, Cradossk plucked another empty goblet, holding it out to be filled by one of the other attendants. He held the wine out toward his son. "A very good one; that"s why we"re celebrating." Cradossk"s mottled smile widened. "As you should be."
"Offer?" Bossk didn"t take the goblet from the older Trandoshan. "What kind of offer?"
"The kind that only a fool would refuse. The kind of offer that solves a great many problems. For all of us."
Confusion showed in Bossk"s gaze as he looked over at Boba Fett, then back to his father. "I don"t understand.
"Of course you don"t." Boba Fett spoke this time, leaning back against the leatherwork of the chair that had been given him. "There"s so much you don"t understand." He might as well start working Bossk into an irrational fury now as later. "That"s why your father is still head of the Bounty Hunters Guild. You have a lot of wisdom to acquire before you"ll have your chance."
"Explain it to him." With a single crooked claw, Cradossk motioned one of the other council members over. "I tire so easily nowadays. . . ."
"Then take a nap, old man." Bossk turned angrily toward the robed figure that had approached. "Spit it out."
"So simple, is it not?" The watery pupils at the ends of the council member"s eyestalks regarded Bossk with kindly forbearance. "And so indicative-yes?-of both your father"s and our guest"s foresight. Though Boba Fett is not to be called our guest anymore, is he?"
"All I know," growled Bossk, "is what I call him."
"Perhaps so, but should you not call him "brother" now?"
Those words struck Bossk speechless.
"For is that not what Boba Fett has offered the Guild?" The council member folded his hooked, mantislike forearms together. "To be one of us? Our brother and fellow hunter-has he not offered to join his not inconsiderable forces and cunning with ours, and thus become a member of the august Bounty Hunters Guild?"
"d.a.m.n straight he has." Cradossk drained his goblet and slammed it back down on the table. "Let"s hear it for him."
"It"s true." Another one of the Guild"s younger bounty hunters had sidled up to Bossk"s elbow; Fett remembered this one"s name as Zuckuss. "I just heard about it outside." The shorter bounty hunter pointed a thumb toward the chamber"s tall doors. "That"s what the word is-that Boba Fett has asked for membership in the Guild."
"That"s impossible!" Bossk"s claws tightened into fists, as though he were about to swing on either his partner or the elder from the council, or both. "Why would he do something like that?"
Fett regarded the reptilian with no show of emotion. "I have my reasons."
"I bet you do. . . ."
"And are they not good reasons?" The elder swiveled its eyestalks toward Bossk. "Should not all propositions make such excellent sense? For all of us-do we not gain the benefit of the esteemed Boba Fett"s skills? Known throughout the galaxy!" A saw-edged forelimb gestured toward Fett on the other side of the table. "And does not he acquire thereby the many advantages that come with membership in our Guild? The warmth of our regard, the comradely fellowship, the excellent weapons maintenance facilities, the medical benefits-that alone is not to be lightly considered in our hazardous line of work."
"He"s lying to you!" Bossk looked across the faces of the other council members. His straining fists rose alongside his head, nearly knocking over the smaller Zuckuss. "Can"t you see that? It"s some plan of his-like all his other plans--"
"What you don"t see," said Boba Fett, "is how the times have changed. The galaxy is not as it was, when your father was as newly hatched as you. The fields upon which we pursue our quarry are shrinking, just as the strength of Emperor Palpatine increases." He could see the council members around the crescent nodding their acknowledgment of his wisdom. "The Bounty Hunters Guild must change as well, or face its extinction. And so must I change my ways as well."
"The old days," murmured Cradossk, slumped down and gazing wistfully into his empty goblet. "The old days are gone. . . ."
"Anyone with eyes and a brain can tell that the bounty-hunting trade is being squeezed into a tighter and tighter corner." Some of the words Fett used were straight from what Kud"ar Mub"at, back at its web drifting in s.p.a.ce, had told him. They were true enough, or at least to the point where they would be believed by these fools on the Guild council. "Not just by the Empire; there are others. Black Sun . . ." He merely had to mention the name of the criminal organization for that point to be made. The whispers turned into guarded silence. "Bounty hunters such as ourselves have always operated on both sides of the law, as need be; that"s the nature of the game. But when both sides turn against us, then we must band together to survive. There"s no room for an independent agent such as myself. We either join forces, you and I, or we go our separate ways. And await our separate destruction."
A strange, raw ache tightened Boba Fett"s throat. It had been a long time since he had spoken that many words all at one go. He didn"t live by making speeches, but by performing deeds: the more danger, the greater the profit. But the job he"d accepted from Kud"ar Mub"at was, in some sense, a job like any other. Whatever it takes, thought Fett. If it required getting a bunch of aging, dull-fanged mercenaries like Cradossk and the rest of the Bounty Hunters Guild council to swallow a well-oiled line, then so be it. If anything, it was just proof that words could trap and kill as well as any other weapon.
"Should you not thank Boba Fett?" The elder standing near Bossk made a sweeping gesture with his serrated forearm. "For your sake, has he not repeated what he already has so eloquently stated to us?"
"And you fell for it." Bossk sneered at all the council members, his father included. "You don"t have the guts to fight him, so you"d rather believe that he"s on your side now."
Boba Fett raised his inner estimation of the Trandoshan bounty hunter. He"s going to be trouble, thought Fett. Not just another dumb carnivore. If the time ever did come when Bossk inherited the leadership of the Bounty Hunters Guild, it might in fact become serious compet.i.tion for him. But right now Bossk"s smarts and his fierce temper were weapons to be turned against him and the others.
"You"ll see, my little one." Cradossk roused himself into an approximation of sobriety. "If I didn"t love you the way I do, I"d have your scaly hide peeled off and tanned into a wall hanging for our new member"s quarters." He extended a wobbling claw toward Bossk. "But because I want there to be something someday for my sp.a.w.n to possess and lead, the way I lead the Guild now-and because I"m not dead yet, so there"s still time for you to gain both some manners and some knowledge of how the galaxy works-that"s why I"m not asking you to be brothers with Boba Fett. I"m telling you to do it."
"Very well." The slits in Bossk"s eyes narrowed into apertures a honed razor might have cut. "As you wish. Maybe there is something I can learn from an . . . old one like you." He smiled the ugly smile characteristic of his species. "After all-you murdered your way to control of the Guild. I have but to wait, and it"s mine."
"Is not patience a virtue, even among the a.s.sa.s.sins?"
Bossk pushed the other council member aside, knocking him against the smaller figure of Zuckuss. The Trandoshan stepped up to the crescent-shaped table, directly in front of Boba Fett. One clawed hand grasped the goblet by its stem. "To your health." Bossk drained the contents, then threw the goblet against the wall behind; it clanged like a bell, then rolled clattering across the hard stone tiles of the floor. "However long it lasts."
"I suppose"-Fett returned the other"s gaze-"it"ll last long enough."
Dark wine seeped around Bossk"s fangs as he leaned toward Fett. "You might fool the others," he whispered, "but you"re not fooling me. I don"t know what your game is-but I don"t worry about you knowing mine." His voice dropped lower and more guttural as he brought his snout almost against the visor of Fett"s helmet. "I"ll be a brother to you, all right. And I know how, believe me. I had brothers when I was sp.a.w.ned. And you know what?" Bossk"s breath smelled of wine and blood. "I ate them."
He turned and strode away, toward the council chamber"s doors. One of Bossk"s clawed feet connected with the empty goblet he had thrown, sending it skittering against the wall like a tiny droid whose circuits had been scooped out. The other bounty hunter, Zuckuss, glanced around at the watching faces, then ran after Bossk.
Sitting next to Boba Fett, Cradossk heaved a sigh. "Don"t judge us too harshly, my friend." Cradossk took the flagon from the tray being held near him and refilled his own goblet. He knocked that back and filled it again. "Sometimes our get-togethers go a little better than this. . . ."
10.
"You"ve been a long time away," said the Emperor. The ancient, withered head slowly nodded. "Many are the stars you travel among."
"All my journeying is in your service." Prince Xizor inclined his head, a courtly signal of submission. The dark serpent of his topknot brushed across his shoulder. "And to the glory of the Empire."
"Well spoken, as always." Emperor Palpatine swiveled his throne toward another section of the immense room. "Whatever else might be said of him, you must agree that the prince has a way with words. Don"t you think so, Vader?"
Xizor turned toward the hologram of the dark-caped figure-an intimidatingly life-sized image, transmitted from the Devastator, Lord Vader"s personal flagship. Don"t try it on this one, Xizor warned himself. He had witnessed too many examples of what happened to those whose words caused the Dark Lord of the Sith to lose patience. The Emperor might be keeping him on a short leash. But one long enough, thought Xizor, to reach my throat.
"Your judgment, my lord, exceeds mine." Vader kept his own words as diplomatically inscrutable as the mask that concealed his face. "You know best where to place your trust."
"Sometimes, Vader, I think you"d prefer it if I trusted no one but you." The Emperor put his fingertips together. Behind him, framed in the towering windows of the throne room, the curved arms of the galaxy extended, like shoals of gems in an ink-black sea. Below the stars, the towers and ma.s.sive shapes of Imperial City rolled like the crests of a frozen sea across the hidden surface of Coruscant, a monument in durasteel to both the ambition and the grasp of Palpatine. "I see into so many creatures" hearts, and all I find there is fear. Which is as it should be." The deep-set eyes contemplated the empty cage formed by his hands, as though envisioning the worlds bound by the Empire"s power. "But when I look into yours, Vader, I see ... something else." Like a hooded mendicant rather than the ruler of worlds, Emperor Palpatine peered through the angles of his fingers. "Something almost like . . . desire."
Prince Xizor managed to keep his own smile from showing. Desire among the Falleen, his species, meant only one thing. His cruel beauty, the sharply chiseled planes of his face, and his regal bearing, combined with a pheromone-rich musk that evaded all conscious senses, were what put a female of any world under his command. Humanoid female, of a type pleasing to his own sense of aesthetics; if the members of the more repulsive of the galaxy"s species were similarly affected, that was not something he had yet felt the need to put to the test.
"It is only the desire to serve you," said Lord Vader. "And the Empire."
"Of course; what else could it be?" Palpatine smiled indulgently, an effect no less intimidating than any other expression that moved across his age-creased face. "But I am surrounded by those who wish to serve me. Xizor, for one-" The Emperor"s hand gestured toward him. "He says all the same things as you do. If you are closer to what"s left of my heart, Vader, if for the moment I place more trust in you than I do in others, it"s because of something beyond words."
"Actions," said Xizor with cold hauteur, "indicate more than words. Judge my loyalty by what I achieve for the Empire."
"And what is that?" Vader"s image turned the force of his penetrating gaze upon Xizor. "You scurry about on your mysterious, self-appointed errands, your rounds of those whose devotion to our cause is somewhat less than ideal. Fear motivates many creatures, but there are still those who believe their meager cunning can line their pockets. Criminals, conspirators, thieves, and builders of their own little empires-you know too many of those types, Xizor. I sometimes wonder what their attraction is for you."
Standing against Vader-even in this insubstantial form-was like facing radiation hard enough to strip flesh from bone. Not for the first time Xizor felt an invisible hand settle around his throat. His own willpower kept the breath sliding in and out of his lungs. But if Vader were to unleash his completewrath, the force of will might not be enough. Xizor had seen others, the highest-ranking officers in the Empire"s forces, clutching their throats and gasping for air, writhing like a Dantooinian garfish caught on a barbed trawling line. Perhaps wisely, Vader tended to avoid such displays in front of the Emperor; why tempt the old man into showing how much greater was his own mastery of the Force that penetrated and bound the galaxy together?
"There is no attraction for me, Lord Vader." As always before, he wondered just how much Vader knew. How much he might suspect, and how much he could prove. Vader"s disdain for the galaxy"s less reputable schemers and thugs was well known; he dealt with such as bounty hunters only on rare occasions. Which is to my benefit, thought Xizor. For Vader and the Imperial high command, criminals and mercenaries were all vermin that would be swept away, and soon if their latest plans went as expected. So that kind is left to me-he had built his own shadow empire, that of the Black Sun, out of exactly such rejected dregs. If the Emperor and Vader didn"t want to dirty their hands, then he had no such tender scruples. "I do what I must," said Xizor, not untruthfully. The fact that he was still standing here, in Emperor Palpatine"s private sanctuary, and not cut down by the Emperor"s or Vader"s swift wrath, indicated that Black Sun still operated in the eclipse of its secrecy, for now, thought Xizor. He turned toward the Emperor. "This sacrifice," he lied, "I also make on your behalf. Judge as well, those who think it beneath them."
"Excellent." The Emperor displayed a cold smile. "If you had no other value to me, Xizor, I would still require your presence, just for the . . . stimulating effect you have on Lord Vader."
He already hates my entrails, thought Xizor as he glanced over at the black-robed figure. Nothing had been lost in this exchange.
"But you still haven"t answered my questions." The Emperor leaned forward, his sharp gaze fastening on Xizor. "I summoned you here for a reason. Let us set aside, for the time being, all this fractious comparison between your loyalty and that of Lord Vader. You say you have been busy on my behalf. . . ."
"On yours, my lord, and the Empire"s."
"One and the same thing, Xizor. As all the worlds shall soon know." The Emperor settled back in the throne. "Very well. Your doings are not something which you have discussed with either Lord Vader or myself. Either you have shown commendable initiative-or foolhardy rashness." Any trace of amus.e.m.e.nt had drained out of the Emperor"s voice. "Now is your chance to convince me that the former is the case."
He had known that this time would come. It was one thing to go out and set one"s schemes in motion-that was the easy part-but it was another to come back here and defend those schemes when one"s life or death depended upon eloquence. And, thought Xizor, lying eloquence, at that.
"As great as your empire is, my lord, it is still at peril." The combined gaze of Vader and the Emperor made him feel as transparent as gla.s.s, as though their mastery over the Force enabled them to look straight into the essence he kept so carefully shielded. "Great are your powers, but they are still not enough to achieve all that you want."
"You say nothing new." Contempt showed in the Emperor"s eyes. "That is the same thing that my admirals tell me. They are not believers, as Lord Vader is; they doubt the existence of any power that they cannot unleash with the push of a b.u.t.ton. They doubt, even when they"ve had the edifying experience of feeling the Force crushing the life out of them. Doubt weakens and makes fools out of such creatures." An unwavering hand raised and pointed toward Xizor. "You"re not such a fool, are you?"
Xizor bowed his head. "I do not doubt, my lord."
"That"s why I"m still listening to you." The Em peror"s hand lowered and stroked the arm of the throne. "My patience is such, however, that I listen to the Imperial admirals as well, fools that they are. Even fools say wise things, from time to time. And that is why I gave permission for their great project, the construction of what they called the Death Star-"
"You should have listened to me," said Vader. The rush of his breath sounded louder and angrier. "The Rebellion was growing even then, and the admirals wasted your time on such folly. I told them that the Death Star, when it was completed, would be a machine and nothing more. Its power would be nothing compared to that which you already possess." Vader"s voice darkened in tone, indicating the depths of his annihilating temper. "And I was proved right, was I not, my lord?"
"Indeed you were, Vader." The Emperor gave a single nod. "But even in the wretchedness of their folly, my admirals were still right about one thing. Their little minds are made of the same unenlightened stuff as are the minds of most of the galaxy"s inhabitants. They see things the same way-and other things are invisible to them. The Jedi Knights are no longer; they were the only ones, other than ourselves, who could see the Force for what it is. These lesser creatures are blind to that which moves the stars in all the worlds" skies and the blood in the veins of those below. They need something they can see-that was what my admirals hoped to give them with the Death Star. Its power-such as it was-lay within the comprehension of all the lesser creatures; it would have evoked the fear and obedience that the subtleties of the Force would take a great deal longer to achieve. You were right that it was a machine and nothing more. But still a useful machine. A tool. When all that is required is a hammer, it is folly to turn the universe"s primal energy to such mundane purposes."
Darth Vader stood unmoved by the Emperor"s words. "I trust that you will remember one thing. A hammer can be broken, as can any other tool. The Death Star was destroyed. But the Force is eternal."
"I won"t forget, Vader. But for now, all such simple tools are the concern of my admirals. Let them occupy themselves with building better ones, if they can. We have already distracted ourselves from our purpose here." The Emperor turned back toward Prince Xizor. "You say the Empire is at risk. You tell me nothing new. I am aware of the threat presented by the Rebel Alliance-a threat that will be extinguished in due time. But the level of your concern, Xizor, is what I find surprising. It sounds like doubt to me, no matter what you say to the contrary. And doubt should be eliminated at the source."
"Not doubt, but the truth." The edges of Xizor"s own intricately st.i.tched robes trailed across his boots as he folded his arms across his chest. "You cannot vanquish the Alliance without creating new threats to your authority. As your power increases and becomes closer to absolute, so does an unavoidable hazard. A hazard that is woven into the very fiber of the Empire."
"He speaks nonsense, my lord."
"Nonsense to those who cannot see." Xizor gazed from the corner of his eye at the black-garbed figure standing next to him. "Perhaps Lord Vader is blinded by the Force. After all, his mastery of it is not equal to your own."
The invisible hand Xizor felt at his throat suddenly tightened, as hard and constricting as an iron band. Even Vader"s mere image had the power to kill. Xizor"s chin was thrust backward, the vision in his eyes filled with trapped blood.
"Leave him be, Vader." The Emperor"s voice came from somewhere beyond that darkening red cloud. "I"m intrigued by what he has to say. I want to hear the rest. Before I make my decision."
The hand let go, and breath flooded back into Xizor"s lungs. He had kept his arms folded throughout the brief ordeal, determined not to claw at his throat the way he had seen Vader"s other, weaker victims do. But I won"t forget, brooded Xizor. The other"s touch, invisible or not, was an affront to the haughty pride that was characteristic of all Falleens. The day would come when all such offenses would be paid for.
"I speak better," said Xizor, "when the Emperor keeps a tight leash on his underlings." His voice rasped in his throat; when he swallowed, he tasted his own blood. "But the quality of those who serve my lord is exactly that on which I need to speak." His slit-pupiled gaze took in Vader and the Emperor. "You have both spoken of the fools who serve the Empire; necessary fools, but fools nonetheless. Do you think the situation is going to get any better, especially now that the Rebellion courts all those with an independent streak to their natures?"
A sneer sounded in Vader"s voice. "They seal their fates with their "independent" natures, as you describe them. The Rebels will be crushed."
"Undoubtedly so," said Xizor. "But that day of triumph is dekyed by the Emperor"s own power. That seems a riddle, but it is one that can be solved by those with eyes to see."
"Go on." The Emperor gestured toward Xizor. "You have my full attention. Make sure you use it well."
He had prepared for this moment; the words were already chosen. He had only to speak them. And then await the outcome of his gamble.
"As I said: The problem is with those who serve you." Xizor pointed to the high transparisteel windows behind the throne, with their vista of limitless stars. "On all the worlds that are within your grasp, those who resist your power will be crushed; Lord Vader speaks the truth about that. But what does that leave you? Fools such as the Imperial admirals; fools who cannot even recognize the existence of the Force. If they are not fools before they enter your service, they become so soon after. How can it be otherwise? Your power annihilates their will, their capacity to judge and make decisions, their ability to operate on their own. Not everyone in the galaxy has a nature as strong as mine or Lord Vader"s."
"This is true," said Emperor Palpatine. "And it is not a matter that has gone unnoticed by me. I see those who have gone over to the side of the Rebellion, and I recognize their strengths. It is a cruel waste to destroy them, no matter how necessary that might be." His voice dropped, low and musing. "How much better it would be if they could be brought over to our side. . . ."