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Diversity Alliance

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by Kevin J. Anderson

through the human colonists on Gamma-lin.

  "This last entry," Zekk said, scrolling ahead, "was made just one day

  later." He punched up the record, and the image of a diseased, disfigured man

  lurched in front of the recorder. His hands trembled; his skin had a slack and

  blotchy appearance.

  Zekk thought he recognized the dead controller Boba Fett had tossed out of

  a chair only moments before.

  "This plague has hit all of us," the man croaked. "Must've come in aboard

  the ship of that alien trader. He brought the plague here."

  The dying man sucked in a deep, shud-dery breath. "He's not affected by it.

  He seems to know something about - it, though he is without symptoms. We have

  imprisoned him in our small brig to give

  He coughed. "To give us time to investigate.

  "Crime was rare here on Gammalin. We all worked hard together to make this

  our home. Now nothing is left to us but death. Everyone is dead. Man, woman,

  child. I fear... I fear there is no one left alive even to feed our plague

  carrier. Fonterrat..." He collapsed onto one elbow, trembling. "Ah. No matter...

  he deserves no less for bringing this total devastation upon us."

  The man slumped forward, coughing and wheezing, without turning off the

  recorder.

  Zekk fast-forwarded through several minutes of the man's gasping

  convulsions, and then the log recorders timer shut it off automatically.

  "Fonterrat may still be alive," Zekk said.

  "I've got to find the town brig," He turned back toward the metal stairs,

  and was surprised when Boba Fett followed close behind him, his armored boots

  clanging on the floor.

  After searching through several likely buildings on the silent streets,

  Zekk finally threw open a door to a small secured facility with bars on its

  windows. Once inside, he pulled a glowrod from his suit pocket and shone it on

  the row of makeshift cells, most of them empty. He crept forward, peering from

  one into another.

  Small creatures skittered about, tunneling into the ever-present dust that

  had gathered in the corners.

  One human prisoner sprawled out on his bunk, showing the now-familiar

  symptoms of the plague. "Justice comes in its own time," Boba Fett observed. "No

  'matter what this man's crime was."

  Zekk found Fonterrat, dead, in the fourth cell.

  Though the alien scavenger had been immune to the strange plague that wiped

  out the entire human colony, he had not been immune to starvation and neglect.

  Judging from the information on the log tapes, Fonterrat had been trapped

  in his cell, without food or water, for more than two weeks.

  Zekk worked the controls outside the cell door. They were simple enough,

  but he used the Force to nudge the code and unlock the security systems. As the

  door swung open, Zekk stepped in, uneasy with anticipation. His breath echoed in

  his helmet.

  He recognized the small rodentlike alien from the holo the bartender had

  shown him--big eyes and ears, pointed snout, and fine gray-brown fur across much

  of his body. In his delicate, stiff hands Fonter-rat clutched a message cube.

  The light blinked on the top. He had left some sort of final recording.

  Boba Fett was there first, grabbing the message cube. "Hey!"

  Zekk said. "Fonter-rat is my bounty. You're interfering with my hunt.

  Bounty Hunters Creed, remember?"

  "Your hunt is concluded," Fett said. "We will both view this message." With

  a gaunt-leted finger he punched a button, and a holographic projection appeared

  in the air above it.

  In his cell, the little alien looked miserable and distraught.

  Fonterrat held the holocube as if he found it difficult to speak, though

  Zekk imagined he had rehearsed his words over and over again before punching the

  Rv. CORD button.

  "They gave me this message cube to speak any last words to my loved ones."

  A sniveling little laugh escaped Fonterrat.

  "Loved ones! If I had any loved ones, I wouldn't have spent my life hopping

  from one assignment to another for so little pay and so much risk." He moaned

  softly. "I did not mean to bring this epidemic upon the human colonists of

  Gammalin--but Nolaa Tarkona did. I see that now. I did not even know my ship

  carried the plague.

  "I gave her two samples of the terrible organism, but I never dreamed she

  would repay me by planting one on my own ship, in the code-locked chest that

  held my payment, so that I would spread it to the first human colony I visited.

  The humans were helpless against the plague. In their efforts to stop it, the

  colonists incinerated my cargo and burned out the inside of my ship. But it did

  no good. If Nolaa Tarkona has her way, I fear that annihilating Gain malin will

  have been merely an exercise. A test case.

  "However, I believe she has been foiled, at least for now. I told Bornan

  Thul, our middleman, the secret of what her cargo held when we made the

  exchange. I gave him the navicomputer, and he gave me the code to unlock the

  chest holding the payment the Twi'lek woman gave me in advance."

  The image of Fonterrat made a rasping sound that must have been meant as a

  laugh. "She betrayed me. Now he has disappeared, much to Nolaa's outrage..I hope

  she never finds him."

  Fonterrat swallowed several times, as if looking for more words, then

  switched off the recording.

  "What does that mean?" Zekk said.

  "It means Fonterrat could have led me to Bornan Thul, my quarry.

  But now he is dead and useless to me." The bounty hunter did not seem to

  care about the implications of the message, though he did hesitate, perhaps

  pondering what Nolaa Tarkona's involvement with the deaths on Gammalin might

  mean.

  Without asking, Zekk took the message cube from Fett's gloved hand. "Mine,"

  he said. "I can use it to prove that I found my bounty, to demonstrate that

  Fonterrat is dead. The message cube is of no use to you."

  Boba Fett stared coldly at him through the visor of his Mandalorian helmet.

  "The information is of use to me, but I have already heard it. Take the message

  cube. I hope our paths do not cross again as competitors."

  Fett spun about and began to march out of the brig. At the door, he paused,

  turning his sinister helmet toward Zekk. "It is against my principles to offer

  information at no charge, but remember this: Never cross Boba Fett." He checked

  the blaster pistol at his side. "Follow that advice, and you may survive to

  become a great bounty hunter."

  Zekk stood and watched Boba Fett until he was out of sight. Just to be sure

  he had left no stone unturned in performing his assignment, Zekk located the

  burned-out husk of Fonterrat's ship and verified that the cargo had indeed been

  destroyed. Then he slowly returned to the Lightning Rod.

  JACEN WOKE REFRESHED and full of energy, thanks to the comfortable sleeping

  gear from the Rock Dragon. A noticeable tightness in his arms and legs reminded

  him of yesterday's strenuous activities: the search along the crater rim, the

  climb down into the ruins--not to mention being chased by giant combat

  arachnids!

  All in a day's work for a young Jedi Knight, he thought with a smil
e.

  Jacen stretched his muscles and enjoyed the freedom of lying outdoors under

  the stars on an insulfoam mat that was large enough to sleep a full-grown

  Wookiee.

  Wookiee. With a tingle of alarm he remembered that Lowie and Raaba had

  still not returned to the Rock Dragon by the time the rest of them had decided

  to turn in the night before.

  The two Wookiees had been inseparable during the evening meal and

  afterward, talking in low unintelligible voices with Em Teedee switched off for

  privacy. Long after dark, Lowie and Raaba had left for a walk along the crater

  rim, deep in discussion, catching up on old times.

  Jacen had worried whether, in their preoccupation with each other, the two

  might fall prey to some nocturnal hunter. He thought it unlikely, though, since

  Lowie had his lightsaber and his Jedi senses, and Raaba had a good blaster at

  her side. He sure wouldn't have wanted to tangle with them.

  Tenel Ka had dissuaded Jacen from waiting up for Lowie, pointing out that

  the two friends might choose to stay up all night to relive old memories or to

  confide in each other. Lowie and Raaba had a lot of things to work out between

  them, Tenel Ka pointed out, adding that Lowie had the entry code for the

  security shield whenever he decided to return to the Rock Dragoh's campsite.

  Jacen sat up, ran both hands through his tousled hair, and looked over at

  his snoozing sister. "Hey, Captain Jaina wake up!" he said. "You're missing half

  the morning."

  Pulling down the lightweight blanket under which she had slept, Jaina

  rolled over on her mat, propped her chin on both fists, and glowered at her twin

  as she stifled a yawn. "Well...?, she demanded.

  "I was just considering our options. Deep in thought."

  "Uh-huh," Jacen said, not believing her for an instant. "What time do you

  want me to help you with the preflight check? If there's nothing else we can do

  here on Kuar, shouldn't we get back to the Jedi academy before Uncle Luke gets

  too concerned?"

  Jaina quirked a skeptical eyebrow at him, then rubbed her eyes.

  "You're right.

  Let's do it after the morning meal, in about an hour." Her face disappeared

  under her blanket again. "Or longer."

  Jacen got up and headed for the Rock Dragoh's refresher unit. To one side

  of the ship, wearing a supple lizard-hide exercise outfit, her hair freshly

  braided, Tenel Ka had already nearly finished her morning calisthenics, taking

  advantage of the cool shadows. Tiny pearls of perspiration glinted on her bare

  skin.

  He saw no sign of any extra sleeping mats spread out on the ground, and

  guessed from the evidence that Lowie must not have come back after all. Where,

  then, had the two Wookiees gone? When he emerged from the refresher unit a

  moment later, though, Jacen found his sister waiting to use the facilities and

  Lowbacca perched on the edge of one of the Rock Dragon's crew berths, blinking

  sleep from his golden eyes.

  Glancing around, Jacen asked, Where's Raaba? Did she leave early?"

  Lowie smoothed a hand over the dark streak on his forehead. He explained

  that Raaba had felt uncomfortable about staying in a Hapan ship and declined.

  Instead, she had chosen to spend the night in one of the Rising Stars tiny

  sleeping compartments.

  "You couldn't have been more persuasive?" Jacen asked.

  This time Em Teedee spoke up. "Oh no, Master Jacen. I can certainly attest

  to the fact that he did his utmost to persuade her, but Mistress Raaba was

  simply adamant. I'm afraid she has a certain... distaste for human company."

  The droid made a sniffing sound. "I tried to add my own compelling

  arguments, but Master Lowbacca switched off my speaker. Again."

  Jacen couldn't help feeling that something was not quite right.

  It seemed that Raaba didn't want to be around the companions, and that it

  might be more than simple embarrassment or uneasiness. What could Em Teedee have

  meant about her having an aversion to humans? An odd tingling persisted at the

  back of his mind, but Jacen could not put his finger on what the problem was.

  For Lowie's sake, he hoped it was nothing too serious.

  "Hey, do you mind if I go over to Raaba's ship with you and chat with her

  for a little while?" Jacen asked. "We didn't get much of a chance to talk last

  night, and I'd like to get to know your friend a little better."

  From Lowbacca's enthusiastic reaction, Jacen would have guessed that the

  young Wookiee considered his suggestion the most brilliant one he had heard in

  months.

  Obviously, Jacen thought as he followed Lowie past Tenel Ka toward Raaba's

  small skimmer, there was a great deal he still did not understand about

  Wookieeswor women, for that matter. This made Wookiee women a doubly difficult

  challenge! At any rate, Jacen intended to do his best to make sure Raaba felt

  welcome in their company, despite her apparent reservations.

  The previous evening, before their meal, Lowie had drawn Jacen, Jaina, and

  Tenel Ka aside and told them briefly about Raa-ha's rite of passage and her

  decision to disappear and let everyone believe she had been killed. Now Jacen

  wanted to tell her that they understood her need for privacy and that she could

  trust them.

  In the morning light Raaba climbed out of the Rising Star and luxuriously

  raked her fingers through her glossy chocolate fur. She glanced sidelong at

  Jacen as Lowie presented the young man, putting considerably more detail into

  the introduction than he had the day before. Lowie praised Jacen's sense of

  humor, described his love for animals, and commended his skill with a

  lightsaber. Only the third virtue seemed to make much of an impression on Raa-

  bakyysh, and when Lowie paused, Jacen hurried to change the subject.

  "So, uh, what actually brings you to Kuar?" he asked. "It's quite a

  coincidence that you found us here."

  Raaba cocked her head slightly to one side, as if this' had been an

  unexpected question. Then she held up both hands, her fingers pressed together,

  describing an approximate oval. She growled a name.

  "Shells?" Jacen asked.

  Raaba explained that she had been sent altera shipment of ronik shells.

  They were a rare commodity which her employer prized highly, but the trader

  Fonterrat, who had been sent to procure them for Nolaa Tarkona, had disappeared.

  The trader last confirmed meeting before his disappearance had been here on

  Kuar. Jacen's mouth fell open as he looked at Lowie.

  "Do you realize what this means?" he asked. "That must be the same person

  that Bornan Thul came here to meet--maybe even to negotiate a trade with. But

  what would Bornan Thul want with ronik shells? Especially since he was supposed

  to meet with Nolaa Tarkona, too. I guess he could have planned to use the shells

  as a kind of bargaining chip." His eyes lit up. "Hey, maybe if we locate that

  shipment of shells, we'll find another clue about where Ray-nar's dad went."

  Raaba seemed about to reply when Tenel Ka dashed up to get Jacen's

  attention.

  "Company," she said, pointing skyward.

  At first Jacen could seen nothing but swirling dust around the crater rim,


  but then he saw a flash of metal the color of tarnished brass high above.

  "I heard your shout. What's wrong?"

  Jaina asked, trotting up to join them. Jacen indicated the approaching ship

  with a lift of his chin. His sister's eyebrows shot up.

  "For an out-of-the-way planet, Kuar sure gets a lot of traffic," she

  observed.

  A low growl came from deep in Raaba's throat. Her dark fur seemed to

  bristle, and she reached for the blaster at her side.

  Lowie held up a hand, though, asking her to wait and grumbling a comment

  to'himself.

  "Why, whatever do you mean, Master Lowbacca?" Em Teedee said with some

  asperity. "How could you possibly recognize that ship?"

  "Didn't think anyone else in the galaxy even knew we were on this dust

  ball,"

  Jaina commented, squinting to get a better look.

  "Except Tyko Thul," Tenel Ka said.

  "That's his ship all right," Jaina confirmed.

  Jacen now recognized its boxy design and unusual color. Soon the ornate

  craft was close enough for Jacen to see the slightly rotund figure in the

  cockpit. He felt the tingle again at the back of his neck, only stronger this

  time. "I've got a bad feeling about this," Jacen said. "First Raaba shows up--

  and we thought she was dead. Now Tyko Thul is here..."

 

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