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Adventure Journal � 13 - Side TripPart Fourby Timothy ZahnZekka Thyne's airspeeders were stored on the low end of a split-level section of the fortress roof, inside a bunker-like structure with a single entrance from the stronghold proper and a single hangar bay-style exit. Two guards were on duty, but their attention was turned outward, toward the distant blaster fire coming from the woods around the fortress, and neither noticed the shadowy bulk of Rathe Pairor moving quietly up behind them.A pair of deceptively gentle-looking hand movements from the Tunroth, and both guards temporarily lost the ability to notice anything."I'll have to get you to teach me that trick," Trell commented, ducking down to peer through the window of a likely looking airspeeder.The vehicle looked ordinary enough, but in the dim light he could see the add-on weapons control board tucked coyly away under the main panel on the passenger side. Perfect. "We'll take this one.You still have that molecular stiletto?""Here," the Tunroth rumbled, pausing in his task of stripping the guards' weapons to dig the slender cylinder from his belt. "Should we not take one of the armored vehicles instead?" he added, pointing his chin horns toward one of the three KAAC Freerunners parked near the wide exit opening as he lobbed the weapon in Trell's direction."They're a little obvious for in-town driving," Trell told him as he caught the stiletto. Extending the almost invisible blade, he began carefully cutting around the air-speeder's lock mechanism. "This one's got some hidden firepower-means it's probably got some hidden armor, too."By the time pairor joined him, he had the door open and was sitting in the driver's seat. "Yeah, this'll do just fine," he said, pulling the weapons board out for a closer look. "Are you hunters any good with non-traditional stuff like light laser cannon and concussion grenade launchers?""A shturlan can work with all weapons," Pairor said, dropping his appropriated blaster rifles onto the rear seat and peering in over Trell's shoulder."Good-you're hired," Trell said, starting to strap himself in."I'll drive."Trell wasn't sure what exactly was happening out in the woods surrounding Thyne's fortress. But whatever it was, it definitely seemed to be getting worse. The forest was alive with the muted flickers of multiple blaster fire, the light peeking coyly out through gaps in the leaf canopy on at least two sides of the stronghold. "I sure hope they're too busy out there to bother with us," he muttered as he eased the airspeeder through the opening and onto the landing pad just outside the bunker. "Corran and Hal are going to have their hands full getting through all that.""But less trouble than it could be," Pairor said. "Do you not remember? Thyne has dispersed many of his people on errands."Trell grimaced. "Yeah, I remember. One group to go grab our cargo, the other to snatch Maranne and Riij.""But at Jodo Kast's recommendation," Pairor reminded him. "If Kast is truly here to oppose Thyne, then he will not allow harm to come to our companions.""I don't buy that," Trell growled. "Even if Corran and Hal were right about that, it doesn't mean he cares slork droppings about the rest of us. And that assumes they were right, which we don't have any proof of. Personally, I'd say there's an even chance that Thyne and Kast cooked up the whole thing together to expose a couple of undercover CorSec agents and lure 'em into a trap. In which case, they're probably already dead.""If so, then we should be likewise," Pairor pointed out."Who are we that Kast would allow us to escape.""Yeah, well, we haven't exactly escaped yet," Trell reminded him tartly, eying the open air off the edge of the landing pad with stomach-churning apprehension. But procrastination wouldn't gain them anything except increased odds that someone inside the fortress would notice they were missing and raise the alarm.And besides-thanks to Kast Maranne and Riij were walking into a trap out there at the Mynock's Haven can-tina.Had possibly already walked into it. Riij he wasn't so much worried about-the guy was a Rebel agent and not his responsibility.But Maranne was his partner, and he was shragged if he'd abandon her to Thyne's thugs."We waste time," Pairor rumbled at his side. "I will not leave Riij in danger.""Likewise," Trell said, keying in the repulsorlifts and throwing power to the drive. He wouldn't leave Maranne, and Pairor wouldn't leave Riij; and as the fortress roof dropped away beneath them he realized with hindsight's usual clarity that Kast had probably set up the various groupings with precisely those different loyalties in mind.Though to what end, he still didn't know. And wasn't sure he wanted to.He was still mulling over the question thirty seconds later when the two TIE bombers dropped neatly into formation beside him.They'd been sitting in the Mynock's Haven for nearly half an hour; and in Riij Winward's opinion, it was yet another bust. "They're not coming," he said quietly to the woman on the other side of the small table. "Whoever we were supposed to meet here, they aren't coming.""I think you're right," Maranne Darmic growled back, scratching viciously at the nape of her neck. "Score another big fat zero for the great and marvelousJodo Kast.""The greatly incompetent, you mean," Riij said, looking with distaste at the yellow and redjebwa flower in the center of their table. Kast's datacard had specified the flower as their identification marker, but so far none of the cantina's other patrons had given it a second glance.Considering the clientele, most of their first glances had been humiliating enough."Yeah," Maranne agreed. "It makes you seriously wonder about his chances of getting Trell and Pairor and the others out of Zekka Thyne's place.""It makes me wonder if he even wants to get them out," Riij countered darkly.Maranne eyed him closely. "You think this whole thing was a setup?""It's looking more and more that way," Riij said, scowling as he glanced around the cantina. "Look at the series of events. First he sends Trell to the wrong booth in Treasure Ship Row, which apparently tips off Thyne and his people that we're looking for Borbor Crisk.Then he sends Trell, Pairor, and Hal back and lets them get snatched.Finally, he goes there himself with Corran and sends us off on this idiot's errand. Someone in Kast's business can't possibly be that incompetent and have survived this long.""You think it's someone else posing as Kast?" Maranne suggested."I mean, all we've ever seen is his armor.""Possibly," Riij said. "But now remember where this whole mess actually started: aboard an Imperial Star Destroyer.""With us squeezed into running an Imperial captain's errand."Maranne swore gently. "You're right. How stupid can one group of people be, anyway?""We're in line for some prizes, all right," Riij agreed."The only question is what exactly the game is that the Imperials are playing.""I vote for them trying to stir up trouble between Thyne and Crisk," Maranne said. "Maybe looking for an excuse to come down hard on both sides.""Using the spice and gems as bait," Riij said. "Still, whatever Kast's going for, there's one thing he doesn't know."Maranne smiled tightly. "That the cargo isn't aboard the Hopskip anymore. ""Exactly." Riij dropped a couple of coins on the table and stood up."Come on, let's get out of here. Crisk's people aren't going to show.""So what's our next move?" Maranne asked, standing up beside him."Kast's Plan B, I guess," Riij said, turning toward the door and elbowing them a path through a pack of loiterers."We take our sample boxes to Thyne's fortress and see if we can make a deal to buy Trell and Pairor out."Maranne caught up to his side. "You're going to follow Kast's plan?"she asked incredulously. "What are you, crazy?""No, just desperate," Riij conceded grimly. "Aside from the two of us storming the place, I don't see any other options.""What about your-" Maranne threw a quick glance around and lowered her voice. "What about your friends?"Riij grimaced. His friends: the Rebel Alliance. A reasonable enough request, he supposed, especially since the only reason he and Pairor had been aboard the Hopskip in the first place was to baby-sit the load of blasters Trell and Maranne had agreed to smuggle to the Rebels on Derra IV. Unfortunately-"They can't help us," he told her regretfully."Even if the leaders agreed, it would take too long to gather together enough of a force to take on Thyne, Corellian Security, and the local Imperial garrison.""You sure they just don't want Prince Xizor and Black Sun mad at them?"Maranne asked nastily."You have to pick your fights carefully, Maranne," Riij sighed."Personally, I think we've already bit off more than we can swallow.""I suppose you're right," Maranne muttered. "Fine.Let's give Plan B a try."They had reached the door now, sliding their way through the middle of an incoming group of Duros and heading out into the muggy night air.The Hopskip's dilapidated landspeeder was parked in the small lot to the left-"Excuse me?" a hesitant voice called.Riij turned, his hand dropping automatically to the butt of his blaster. A heavyset man had emerged from the cantina a handful of steps behind them, their jebwa flower clutched in a meaty hand."Yes?""You forgot your flower," the man said, lobbing it through the air toward him. Automatically, Riij reached up to catch And suddenly there was a sm... [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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