Star Wars - The New Rebellion

by Kristine Kathryn Rusch

  "I don't think I'm outnumbered," lisner said. "One deep burst of flame and your friends here will be of no use to you. And while I fry them, I can turn my blaster on you. Imagine, a hero of the Rebellion forgetting his blaster."

  Han cursed. His blaster was in the cockpit.

  "Such language, General Solo," lisner said. "And when I am here on a courtesy visit."

  Han kept his gaze on lisner. He had to buy time. The Falcon was his ship; he would be able to get them all out of this if he only had a moment to think up a plan.

  "It seems I'm always explaining manners to you," Han said. "Threatening to kill my friends is not polite."

  "I merely do this to protect myself," lisner said. "My boss would not understand if you refused his invitation."

  Chewbacca slowly unsheathed his claws. Their tips touched the low ceiling. Han kept his features impassive, so that lisner wouldn't notice Chewie.

  "What does Nandreeson want with me?"

  lisner breathed out slightly. Licks of flame caressed the gray scales near his nostrils. "He doesn't want you, precisely. He is most interested in your position. He believes that he can help the New Republic."

  "Oh, he does, does he?"

  lisner nodded. "He has information that your people might find of value."

  Chewie inserted one claw between the wall and the door to a secret cargo hatch.

  "What kind of information?" Han asked.

  "Now, General Solo, if I knew that, I would tell you. But I am merely an assistant, an underling with no real power. I have been instructed to bring you to Skip 6—"

  "And I told you before that I'll meet Nandreeson on Skip 1."

  Chewie had inserted another claw. The process was painstakingly slow. Seluss had moved even closer to Chewie's legs. Davis was watching lisner's blaster intently. If Chewie didn't act quickly, Davis probably would. And then they would have a disaster.

  "I must tell you the truth, General Solo." Steam came out of lisner's mouth when he said, "Solo.”

  “Nandreeson does not like to travel to the other Skips. The accommodations are, shall we say, lacking?"

  "I'm not asking him to sleep over," Han said. "We can meet on the Falcon if he wants. I just don't plan to go to Skip 6. I learned a long time ago to stay off Nandreeson's personal turf. No offense, lisner."

  "None taken. Your friend Calrissian would have done better to have shown the same restraint."

  Chewie had inserted two more claws into the area.

  "Nandreeson's still holding a grudge against Lando?" Han asked.

  "A grudge is perhaps the wrong word," lisner said. "A debt marker would be more accurate. They have a score to settle."

  "I'm sure they do," Han said. "But tell your boss it has nothing to do with me." He nodded at Chewie, who tugged with all his Wookiee strength. lisner looked up. The door to the cargo space fell on him. Flame blew out of his mouth. Chewie dodged to the left, Davis to the right, and Seluss cringed. The flames scorched the wall and the top of Seluss's head. Davis slammed into Han and they both went rolling down the corridor.

  Flames roared from under the door, heating the metal, burning Han's already-damaged skin.

  He swore and grabbed the wall rungs, pulling himself off the metal. Davis ran, cursing, all the way into the cockpit. Chewie stepped on top of the cargo door, crushing lisner. Seluss was chittering and pounding his smoking head against the wall.

  Chewie reached down and pulled Seluss against him, crushing the Sullustan's burns against Chewie's furry chest. The metal flooring was glowing bright red, and the air smelled of burning flesh and seared Glottalphib.

  The flames faded, and then went out. Han climbed across the wall using the rungs, careful to keep his boots off the metal floor. When he reached Chewie, he stopped, leaned down, and took the blaster out of lisner's motionless hand. The handle of the blaster was hot.

  "Solo?" lisner's voice sounded from below. "Make your friend get off me."

  More flames licked out from under the door.

  "Get off him, Chewie."

  Chewie shook his head and roared. Han trained the blaster on lisner.

  "I'll be all right," Han said. "Take Seluss to the storage lockers and see if you can find the medical kit. We need to put something on those burns."

  Chewie roared in protest.

  "Go!"

  Chewie wrapped one shaggy arm around Seluss, and gripped the wall rungs with the other arm. Then he moved across the wall, just as Han was doing.

  lisner crawled out from under the cargo door. Webbed burn marks matching the pattern on the metal floor crisscrossed his chest and arms. His gray scales were flaking off his back. He looked weak and dizzy.

  "Tell me what Nandreeson wants with me," Han said. "The truth."

  lisner climbed onto the door, and leaned against the wall. Smoke floated out of his nostrils. He looked beaten. "He wanted to use you to get to Calrissian."

  "Lando?"

  Iisner nodded. "He figured if you were here, Calrissian wasn't far behind."

  "Sometimes Nandreeson lives in the past," Han said. "Lando and I are rarely in the same place at the same time."

  More scales flaked off lisner's skin. "I need a water bath."

  "One more question," Han said, "then you can go to your own people. Who's behind all the credits that have come into the Run?"

  "Not Nandreeson," lisner said. His voice was weak. Small flames burned through his teeth, as if he couldn't control them. "Nandreeson hates this."

  "So why doesn't he stop it?"

  "It's too big to stop." lisner raised a small hand. "I need care, Solo."

  "All right," Han said, motioning to the door with his blaster. "Get out of here."

  lisner made his way cautiously across the cooling floor. When he reached the door, Han shoved the blaster against his back. "You forgot to name the credit source."

  "You won't believe it, Solo."

  "Try me."

  lisner whirled his big head and opened his long mouth. Flame started beneath the teeth, and then a blaster bolt hit lisner in the throat. lisner fell back, eyes open, clearly dead.

  Han turned.

  Davis was standing in the hall, wearing a pair of protected mining boots, and still holding his blaster.

  "What the hell were you doing?" Han asked.

  "He was going to kill you."

  "He was going to talk to me."

  Davis shook his head. "Glottalphibs are hard to kill, Solo. He was going to fry you now, ask questions later, then take the Falcon to Skip 6 so that Calrissian would think you were there."

  "How do you know?" Han asked.

  "Because I've seen them do this before," Davis said. "They let their prey think they're dying, and then they'll go in for the kill. You'd have been fried consort if I hadn't stepped in."

  "Or maybe I'd have been just a little bit wiser," Han said. "Mighty convenient of you to kill lisner at that moment. Who are you working for, Davis?"

  "Myself, Solo."

  "Yourself and who else?" Han had turned so his blaster was on Davis.

  Davis noted the move. He set his own blaster down. Slowly. Then he rose just as slowly, keeping his hand flat, showing that he was unarmed. "I don't work for anyone."

  "Right," Han said. "So what are you doing here?"

  Davis swallowed. He had his hands up, just as he had when lisner had the blaster on him. "A buddy of mine was killed on Skip 5. I'm trying to find out why."

  "Nice try." The floor looked cool now. Han put a booted foot on it. It was cool. "In fact, excellent try. You knew I would be real sympathetic to that one. But it was a little too obvious. Try again."

  Davis shook his head. "I'm being straight with you, Solo. My friend died in an explosion on the bay just days before you got here."

  "And you're a good guy, trying to solve the mystery, at no cost to yourself." Han brought the other foot down. It felt good to be standing again.

  "Just like you, Solo."

  "You seem to know a lot abou
t me."

  Davis nodded. "I knew that you were coming here. Just like Nandreeson's people. Everyone's watching you, Solo. They expect you to betray the Run somehow."

  Han tightened his grip on his blaster. "This isn't about me. We were discussing you. And what you're doing here."

  "I—ah—I actually came here to meet you."

  "To Skip 5?"

  "Yeah."

  "I thought your buddy was killed here."

  "He was," Davis said. "But I already looked into that. It seemed like an accident, but there've been a lot of accidents like that. Too many, I think. And when I heard you were here to investigate a buddy's death, then I thought maybe—"

  "I'm not investigating anybody's death," Han said. "I'm here because Jarril asked me to come."

  "And where is he?" Davis asked.

  Seluss chittered. Han looked over his shoulder. Seluss's round head had bandages wrapped loosely around it. Chewie stood behind him, some of his fur matted down with burn cream.

  "See?" Davis said. "Even your Sullustan friend says Jarril is dead, and he should know."

  "He doesn't know," Han said. "He's working on supposition, just like the rest of us. Which reminds me, Seluss. How did you get into the Falcon? Better yet, how did lisner get in?"

  Seluss chittered, and as he did, he backed up, his paws raised in a defensive posture as if he believed Han would hit him. Chewie blocked Seluss's backward movements.

  "You came back against my orders," Han said, "using codes from Jarril's ship?" That meant Jarril still had the Spicy Lady. Han could put a trace on it, to see if Jarril was somewhere nearby.

  Seluss chittered again, repeating that it wasn't his fault.

  "Sure," Han said. "A Glottalphib just happened to follow you in." He sighed. "This partnership isn't working out, Seluss."

  Seluss chittered some more.

  "When we get to Skip 1, you're going to the infirmary, and I'm getting out of here."

  "Let's not be so quick to decide that," Davis said. "I would like your help."

  "Oh, yeah," Han said. "You have a murder to solve."

  "I need a ship," Davis said. "I want to hire yours."

  Han smiled. "I haven't hired the Falcon out in years, kid. I'm not about to do it now. And you could find a less conspicuous ship."

  "I want the Falcon," Davis said. "I need the New Republic's support behind me. I need it if I'm going to take you to the supplier."

  Han studied him for a moment. Davis was young, but not too young. He'd clearly been around. And he was lying. Han could feel it.

  "No," Han said. "Now take your Glottalphib and get off my ship."

  "He's not my Glottalphib," Davis said.

  "He is now. Door prize. Take him and get out."

  "Listen, Solo, you need me. I know my way around the Run."

  "I've been here once or twice myself," Han said. "Chewie and I do just fine. Now get off my ship before Chewie has to help you off."

  Davis opened his mouth as Chewie roared. Davis hurried toward Han. "All right. I'll get off. But if you change your mind—"

  "I won't," Han said. He hit the control panel, and the door slid up. Davis started to leave. "Remember your friend here."

  Davis flashed an angry look at Han, then grabbed lisner by one limp arm. Davis dragged the dead Glottalphib off the Falcon. Han waited until the Glottalphib's large feet were through the door before closing it.

  Seluss was staring at him as if Han had just given away every credit he had ever owned.

  "I know what I'm doing," Han said.

  Seluss chittered softly, then went into the cockpit. Chewie followed. Han holstered his blaster, trying to cool his temper. He didn't need any reminding about their situation. Nandreeson would be after him for killing lisner and the others. And Han was no closer to knowing who was behind all the credits than he had been before.

  But he couldn't trust Davis. Davis's appearance was just too convenient. And Han hated the convenient.

  Something was up. And with Nandreeson on his back, time had just gone from short to nonexistent.

  "Okay," Han said as he headed into the cockpit. "We're going back to Skip 1."

  And maybe, just maybe, he'd be able to get some answers.

  The stench got him first. Fetid and sour, it smelled like standing water combined with rotted vegetation and rotten eggs. Lando walked between seven Reks. Instead of tying him, they wrapped their whiplike arms around his, holding him back. Their skin felt like lukewarm rubber, yet he could feel the life pulsing through them. Until this trip, he had never been so close to a Rek. They had brought him in their small, bubblelike ship, crossing the distance between the asteroids as if it were a highway on Coruscant. They had disembarked into this chamber, which felt less like a cavern and more like a tropical nightmare.

  The air was so humid that it condensed on his skin and made his clothes feel clammy. Water dripped down the cavern walls. Insects combed the area. Flies buzzed past him, and small clusters of gnats created black spots in the air. The Reks led him along a narrow ledge that overlooked a stagnant pool. Beneath the water's surface, he could see carved stairs and moss-coated furniture. This part of the cavern was surprisingly empty, but he knew that somewhere ahead, Nan-dreeson waited for him.

  Then the Reks would collect their bounty and Lando would be abandoned with the most powerful crime lord on the Run. A crime lord who had hated him for nearly twenty years.

  The ledge was slippery. Lando's boots were made for metal floors, not water-and-slime-covered rock. The Reks helped him keep his balance, but if they let go, he might fall into the green-coated water. The thought made him shudder.

  They rounded a corner and were suddenly in a closed chamber. Chairs were carved into the rock on the walls. Flies the size of Lando's thumb clung to the ropy moss on the wall closest to Lando. More gnats hung in the air, and a group of water bugs skated across the surface of the water. The sulfur smell was stronger here, and it mixed with the faint tinge of ozone.

  Nandreeson sat at the far end of the pool. Algae grew inches deep in the water around him, and giant lily pads covered his scaly body. The rocks on the wall behind him had singe marks.

  Nandreeson hadn't changed. His long green snout had fingernail-sized scales, and his eyes were too close together. The knobs on his forehead gave him a quizzical expression. His tiny hands floated on the water's surface, beside the lily pads. The scales on his chest were golden because they were wet. He appeared to be sitting on a couch under the water.

  "Calrisssssssian," Nandreeson said with a smile, letting steam rise from his mouth as he spoke the sibilants. "You look prosperous."

  "I look like I'm wrapped in rubber vines," Lando said. Bravado at all costs. Nandreeson didn't need to know that Lando's heart was pounding double time.

  "Ah, yes, my faithful Reks." Nandreeson nodded at them. Lando could feel them back away from him. They were apparently afraid of the flames that could shoot from his mouth. "Toss Calrissian in the drink and go back to your ship. Your credits will be waiting for you."

  "No—!" Lando started, but the word wasn't completely out of his mouth before he found himself airborne. The Reks tossed him high. He flew into a swarm of gnats, and half of them got into his mouth, choking him. He was spitting them out as he hit the water.

  It was hot and slimy and it tasted of doughy bread. He sank quickly, scraping against the moss-covered rocks, and feeling the heat grow the deeper he went. A bubble rose past him, and he realized with sudden fear that this pond was fueled by an underwater heat source, one that he was sliding into.

  He flapped his arms, and got caught in his cape. Panic. Panic. Panic will kill you, he thought to himself. His chest ached with the need to breathe. He could last. He knew he could last. He reached up and unfastened his cape. It slid into the hole where the bubble had emerged from, but he could move now. He tilted his head. Light filtered in from the lamps on the cavern's ceiling. He swam up toward it. His lungs burned with the need for air, his arms ache
d, and black spots danced before his eyes. That moment of panic had cost him a lot of air. He didn't think he would make it when he suddenly broke the surface, spewing foul-tasting water out his mouth and taking deep breaths.

  Somehow he had twisted around. Nandreeson was behind him, and on the side of the cavern, six Glottalphibs sat, their large feet soaking in the water. Their mouths were open and they were grinning.

  At him.

  "What are you staring at?" he asked, his brain too addled to think of a better insult.

  "Why, you, human," Nandreeson said from behind him. "I never realized you creatures had such a low tolerance for water."

  "Liar." Lando was treading water. He turned slowly so that he could face Nandreeson. "And this isn't water. This is liquid slime."

  Nandreeson's tiny eyes were following Lando's every move. "This," he said with considerable pride, "is the product of years of experimentation. I can only hope that your body chemistry hasn't ruined the delicate balance of my pool."

  "You should have thought of that before you had the rubber men toss me in here," Lando said. He looked at the sides of the pond. The rocks were higher than his head and covered with a greenish moss that looked extremely slippery. The only stairs were near the door on the far side of the pool, past the guards. It didn't matter. He wanted to save his strength, not tread water until his energy gave out.

  He turned and flutter-kicked behind him, beginning the neat crawl that he had learned as a boy. A huge flame seared the water in front of him. Steam rose, blinding him, and the heat burned him. He stopped.

  "Ah, Calrissian. You see the price of disobeying me."

  "You never said that I had to stay in this mud hole." Lando kicked away from the steaming water, and moved closer to Nan-dreeson.

  Nandreeson opened his snout; his tongue emerged and snapped up a mouthful of gnats. He swallowed and groaned with delight. "I never said you could leave, either. You are mine now, Calrissian. You had best get used to it."

  "All right," Lando said. "Get me out of this pond, and we'll discuss the price of my freedom."

  Flame curled out of Nandreeson's nostril. Lando had learned a long time ago that tiny fires were the sign of Glottalphib temper. "The price of your freedom, Calrissian, is your death."