Tales From the New Republic

by Peter Schweighofer

  to conduct you to the Emperor. I believe he wishes to discuss with you the

  course of the rest of your life. It is to be a short conversation."

  Armand Isard stared gape-jawed at his daughter, then closed his mouth and

  sighed. "I had expected this someday, you know, Ysanne."

  "Of course; I am your daughter." She came around the side of his desk and

  gave him a kiss on the cheek. "It's over for you now. Father, but fear not."

  She dropped herself into his chair. "The Isard legacy is in very good hands."

  ***

  Jade Solitaire

  by Timothy Zahn

  Excuse me, folks-I'm looking for Talon Karrde." Mara Jade looked up from

  the engine monitor, peripherally aware that, on the other side of the board,

  Chin was doing the same. The voice coming from the direction of the Wild

  Karrde's bridge door was completely unfamiliar to her.

  As, she discovered, was the face that came with the voice. "Captain

  Karrde isn't here at the moment," Mara told the stranger, eyeing him narrowly.

  Just because they were in a familiar docking bay in a familiar port was no

  reason why strangers should be wandering loose around the ship. "How did you

  get in here?"

  The man waved vaguely behind him. "Oh, Dankin was back at the hatchway,

  and he let me in. Karrde and I are old friends-he and I go way back. Any idea

  when he'll be showing up?"

  "I really couldn't say," Mara said, throwing a glance at Chin. Someone

  who went way back with Karrde should logically go way back with Chin, too,

  given how long the older man had been with the organization. But there was no

  recognition on Chin's face, either. "If you'd like, you can leave a message."

  The man sighed deeply. "No, I'm afraid that won't do." He waved toward

  the viewport behind them and the bustling spaceport scene beyond it.

  Abruptly, the back of Mara's neck tingled with subtle warning. Her right

  hand dropped to the blaster holstered at her side-

  And froze there. The intruder's waving hand had abruptly split open down

  the middle, revealing the blaster that had been hidden inside the prosthetic

  shell. "And I don't have time to wait for him, either," he said, his voice as

  unconcerned as ever. "My employer would like a word with all of you. He'd

  prefer you arrive undamaged, but he'd understand if that's not possible."

  Mara hissed softly between her teeth. On her own, she knew, she could

  take him easily, trick weapon or no. But she wasn't alone, and Chin didn't

  move nearly as fast as he used to. And whether by accident or design, the

  intruder's weapon was pointed squarely at the older man. No, better to find

  out what this mysterious employer wanted and wait for a better opening. "I'd

  hate to disappoint him," she said, lifting her hand away from her holster.

  "Especially after such a gracious invitation. Please, lead on."

  Though if he had harmed any of the Wild Karrde's crew getting inside, she

  promised herself darkly, her cooperation would be coming to a quick end. A

  painfully quick end.

  Fortunately for him, he hadn't.

  "Sorry, Mara," Dankin apologized, looking rather sheepish as he and the

  rest of the crew piled out of the group of black-windowed landspeeders in

  which their captors had brought them here. "They got the drop on us at the

  hatchway."

  "Don't worry about it," Mara said, glancing around as they were herded

  toward the side door of an ornate and well-guarded mansion. There was no

  indication of who the owner was or even exactly where they were, though from

  the sounds of spacecraft in the distance they Probably weren't more than a few

  kilometers from the spaceport. "Let's see what all this is about. We can

  always get annoyed about it later."

  They were ushered through the front door, up a staircase, and along a

  corridor to a huge office whose luxury level left the rest of the mansion in

  the dust. A group of chairs had been set up facing a massive desk that looked

  to be nearly half the size of the Wild Karrde's entire bridge.

  And seated behind the desk, peering at them like a meat-buyer assessing a

  passing herd of brualiki, was a large, heavily built man. "Thank you for

  coming," he said, his voice penetrating the distance without giving any

  impression that he was even pushing the limits of his volume. "Please be

  seated."

  "Your invitation was hard to ignore," Mara told him, choosing the chair

  directly in front of him and sitting down. "You might want to consider trying

  a more polite approach."

  "If I'd had the time, I would have," the round man said, glancing over

  them again. "Where's Karrde?"

  "He's not here," Mara said. And not likely to bump into th meeting any

  time soon, either, she added silently to herself. He was over in the Gekto

  system making some shipping arrangements, and wasn't due to return until

  tomorrow. She could only hope he wouldn't be as easily nabbed as the rest of

  them had been. "I'm Mara Jade, currently in command of the Wild Karrde. What

  do you want?"

  The man's eyes narrowed. Mara met his gaze evenly; after a few seconds,

  his face cleared and he even smiled slightly. "Mara Jade: I've heard a great

  deal about you, young ladv. Yes, you'll do nicely."

  Beside Mara, Dankin stirred as if he was about to speak. Mara shot him a

  quick glance, and he subsided.

  "Very good, indeed," the large man murmured. "Perfectly in command, both

  of yourself and of your people. Yes, you'll do."

  He took a deep breath. "First, some introductions. My name isJa Bardrin.

  Perhaps you've heard of me."

  Mara kept her face steady, wincing inwardly at the ripple of surprise

  that ran through the rest of the crew. Of course they'd heard of the

  industrialist-half the sector had-but that was no reason to play into th false

  modesty, ego-stroking game of his. "I think I've noticed your name go by once

  or twice in a footnote," she told him calmly. "Under weapons and ship systems,

  if I recall correctly. Usually dealing in market areas Uoti hasn't gotten to

  yet."

  She had the small satisfaction of drawing a flash of annoyance from him

  on that one. The Bardrin Group and the Uoti Corporate had been jockeying for

  market position and prestige for over two decades now, a rivalry that was deep

  and bitter and showed no signs of being resolved any time soon.

  Unfortunately, Bardrin's brief flicker of anger subsided too quickly for

  her to use the lowered mental guard to pull any insight from his mind. "But

  enough of this chitchat," she continued. "I'll ask again: what do you want?"

  Bardrin locked eyes with her. "My daughter Sansia has been captured. I

  want you to rescue her."

  Mara frowned. "I think your information sifters need a refresher course

  in how to do their job. We don't handle military operations."

  "The mission requires a woman," Bardrin said. "A resourceful, competent,

  combat-trained human female."

  "So go hire a Mistryl."

  Bardrin shook his head. "There's no time to contact them, even if I knew

  how to go about it I have to get Sansia back now, before her captors realize

  who it is they have."

  "What are you talking
about?" Odonnl spoke up. "You said they kidnapped

  her."

  "I said they captured her," Bardrin countered, pinning Odonnl into his

  chair with a single contemptuous glance. "Kindly pay attention."

  He brought his gaze back to Mara. "She and the SoroSuub three-thousand

  luxury yacht she was flying were taken by a pirate gang while in port on

  Makksre and given to a slaver consortium headquartered on Torpris and run by a

  Drach'nam named Praysh." He lifted his eyebrows slightly. "I presume you've

  also come across the name in your footnote perusals."

  "Once or twice," Mara conceded, suppressing a grimace. In the circles the

  Wild Karrde moved in, the name of Chay Praysh was even more well known than

  Bardrin's. "I understand he makes the late and unlamented Jabba the Hutt look

  like a fine, upstanding citizen."

  "Then you understand why I want Sansia and her ship out of his hands,"

  Bardrin said, his voice suddenly low and with an underlying edge of

  desperation. "I know Karrde would have been willing to help me, but Karrde's

  not here. You, Jade, must make the decision."

  "What about the authorities?" Dankin spoke up. "The Sector Patrol, or

  even the New Republic?"

  "And have them do what?" Bardrin shot back. "Request an audience with

  Praysh? Mount an attack on his fortress that will leave it in ruins and

  everyone inside dead? Besides, their security leaks like rock sitters. If

  Praysh learns who Sansia is, he'll bleed me for everything I own. And then

  kill her anyway."

  He looked at Mara, an almost pleading look in his eyes. "Sansia will have

  been sent to work in the slime pits in his fortress," he said. "He sends all

  human female captives there-some deep desire to humiliate them, I presume.

  You'll have to get them to take you in as another prisoner-was

  "Wait a minute," Mara cut him off. "I've already told you we don't do

  this sort of work."

  "Then you'd better learn how quickly," Bardrin rumbled, his earlier

  desperation changing abruptly into ominous threat. "There's no time for me to

  get anyone else. You're it."

  Mara crossed her arms, bringing her hand close to the tiny blaster

  concealed inside her left sleeve. "And if I refuse?"

  "There are twenty-four blasters concealed in the walls of this room,"

  Bardrin said. "Three trained on each of you. Before you could even pull that

  weapon clear, you'd watch your crewmates die around you."

  Mara flicked her eyes across the room, stretching out to the Force as she

  did so. He was right; she could sense the alert presences hidden behind the

  ornately carved walls all around them.

  And if she hadn't been willing to risk Chin's life earlier, she certainly

  wasn't going to play games with the entire Wild Karrde's crew now. "You didn't

  answer my question," she said, unfolding her arms.

  "You won't refuse," Bardrin declared, leaning back in his chair. "You

  see, you'vejust now given me all the leverage I need. You'll go to Torpris and

  bring back Sansia and her ship... or I'll execute your entire crew."

  Someone off to her left inhaled sharply. "You can't be that stupid," Mara

  said, trying to put confidence she didn't feel into her tone. Through the

  Force she could read Bardrin's intentions, and knew he was deadly serious.

  "You kill Karrde's people, and Karrde willcome after you. And I guarantee he's

  not an enemy to trifle with."

  "Neither am I, my dear," Bardrin said darkly. "A contest between us might

  prove quite interesting."

  He leveled a thick finger at her. "But regardless of the outcome, you

  would still have to live out your life with the knowledge that it was your

  obstinate stubbornness that had sent them to their deaths. I don't think

  that's a burden you really want to carry."

  "There's no need to be quite so melodramatic," Mara said, forcing her

  frustration and anger deep down where it wouldn't show. To find herself being

  so easily manipulated was infuriating.

  But she had no choice. She was Karrde's second-in command, and she'd seen

  the concern and respect he consistently showed toward his people. She wasn't

  about to lower those high standards, and she certainly wasn't going to risk

  her people's deaths by refusing Bardrin. And everyone in the room knew it.

  "I'll see what I can do. What can I have in the way of equipment?"

  "Anything you want," Bardrin said, standing up and waving a hand. Behind

  them, Mara heard the doors open. "My people will escort your crewmates to

  their quarters, where they'll remain until you and Sansia return. You and I

  will go make whatever arrangements you need."

  "Fine," Mara said, falling into step beside him as he passed between the

  entering lines of guards.

  But that didn't mean the matter would end with Sansia's rescue, she

  promised herself silently. Not by a long shot.

  Bardrin had told her that Praysh's mansion and grounds were set up near

  the center of one of Torpris's larger cities. He had failed to mention,

  however, that that particular section of the city was otherwise composed

  entirely of slums.

  Or at least that was how it seemed to Mara as she maneuvered her

  landspeeder down the winding streets toward the high walls of the compound,

  wincing at the garbage and debris piled in alleyways between the dilapidated

  buildings and trying not to hit any of the ragged derelicts shuffling along

  the street. A dozen different species were represented here, all looking

  equally hopeless, and she found herself wondering how much of it was a result

  of Praysh's presence in the city.

  Passing one final clump of huddled beings, she reached the side door

  she'd been told to come to. Flanking it were a pair of Drach'nam guards,

  looking even more massive than usual for the species in their heavy body

  armor. Each of them held a neuronic whip, with a bolstered blaster and long

  knife standing ready in reserve. "Hey, there," she called cheerfully to them,

  eyeing the whips with the sort of contempt she reserved for unnecessarily

  barbaric weapons. "I have a package here for His First Greatness Chay Praysh,

  a gift from the Mrahash ofKvabja. May I enter?"

  There was an almost chuckle, quickly strangled off, from one of the

  guards. "Really," he said, lumbering toward her. "Bring it here and let's have

  a look."

  Mara slid out of the vehicle and pulled the packing cylinder from the

  storage compartment in back. It was large-a good meter tall and half a meter

  in diameter- - but fairly light, most of its bulk consisting of cushioning

  material for the delicate floater globe she'd borrowed from Bardrin. "It's

  some kind of expensive art object, I think," she said, setting it carefully

  down in front of him.

  "Oh, it's that, all right," the guard agreed, looking Mara up and down.

  "Just a minute."

  He went back to the door and busied himself with a comm panel built into

  the wall. There was a breath of movement beside Mara-

  [Leave it and go,] an alien voice spoke quietly from behind her.

  Mara turned. A Togorian female was standing at the rear of the

  landspeeder, her fur matted and dirty, clearly just another of the derelic
ts

  loitering on the street. But her yellow eyes were bright and alive, and her

  teeth were bared slightly toward the guards. "Excuse me?" Mara asked.

  [I said leave it and go,] the alien said, mouthing the Ghi trade language

  words with some difficulty. [You are in great danger here.]

  "Oh, don't be silly," Mara said, shaking her head with casual unconcern

  even as she wondered at the Togorian's courage in sticking her neck out this

  way. Clearly, she knew or suspected what happened to human females who

  wandered near Praysh's fortress; but to try to chase a potential prize out

  from under the slaver's snout this way bordered on the suicidal. "I'm just

  delivering a present to His First Greatness, that's all."

  The Togorian hissed. [Fool-you are the present,] she snarled. [Flee,

  while you still can.]

  "Okay, we're set," the guard said, keying off the comm unit and walking

  over to Mara. She turned back to him, making sure to keep a pleasantly blank

  expression on her face. If he even suspected the Togorian had tried to warn

  her, there might be unpleasant repercussions. "You can take it right in."

  "Thank you," Mara said, stooping to pick up the cylinder-

  A gauntleted hand came down with a thunk onto the top of the package.

  "After we unpack it, of course."

  Mara felt her muscles tighten. "What do you mean?" she asked cautiously,