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Kashyyykan Sun
by Solo3
Email: currey@freeway.net
Part Two
The Wookiee’s huge body towered above Zonat, shadowing him. Zonat smiled.
"Nice shooting, Jac," Zonat said, looking up at the Wookiee. Jacwarrump growled loudly. "Yeah, I know," Zonat
replied. "That was a close one." Jac lowered his bowcaster. Zonat had experienced his fair share of close calls in his
twenty-seven years of life, but this wasn't nearly the closest. There had been the encounter with a squad of stormtroopers
in the junkyards of Ord Mantell, and, of course, the little incident on Nal Hutta with that crime lord he accidentally killed.
No, not the closest by far.
Zonat's parents had been killed twenty years before, when they were vacationing on Alderaan. They were good people,
and didn't deserve that kind of fate. Drunk Imperial officers. He cursed all Imps to every hell there was. After that he had
stowed away on a large yacht going from Coruscant to Corellia, where he lived the rest of his childhood, begging and
stealing from anyone that happened to pass him. He was all alone, save for when he met Jac, at the young age of fifteen.
Jac was being ferried on a slave trade ship from his home world of Kashyyyk to the spice mines of Kessel, with a quick
stopover on Corellia. He had been trying to rob the ships owner when the man captured him and threw him in a cell on
the ship. He had escaped, and during his escape he freed a Wookiee slave. The Wookiee, Jacwarrump, had bestowed a
Wookiee life debt on Zonat, and had been his friend ever since.
Wylek suspected it was an Imperial ship. He hated the Empire, after what they'd done to him. Any time he had the
chance to hurt the Empire in any way, he took it. "Remind me why I'm working for the Empire again," he said. Jac
growled. "Oh yeah, credits."
Jac growled something else, but Zonat almost didn't catch it.
"Somebody's coming?" he repeated. Jac barked softly; Zonat drew his blaster. He saw a beautiful woman with long
blonde hair step out from the shadows. The tight black suit she was wearing left little to the imagination. It appeared to
be Bantha leather, but Zonat wasn't exactly paying attention to the kind of fabric she was wearing. She strode over to
wear Zonat and Jac were standing. Wylek didn't realize his mouth was hanging open for a few seconds. He quickly shut
it and extended his hand. She didn't take it. Zonat frowned. "Hi," he stammered, still stunned by the woman's exquisite
beauty. "You must be Katana."
"And you must be Wylek," she replied, keeping her face completely stiff. Zonat smiled. Either she liked him already, or
she hated him. Hopefully the former.
She looked at the dead and one unconscious Twi'leks scattered on the sandy ground.
"Friends of yours?" she inquired, gesturing at the creatures.
"Oh yeah," he replied, running his hand through his hair. "We go way back." He smiled. "I owed my boss Palpatine a few
things, but I got jumped and somebody lifted it," Zonat said. "Hey, what can you do, though?"
"Who was it," Katana asked.
Zonat shrugged. "I have no idea. They drugged me."
"Are you sure? Do you remember anything?"
She seems pretty interested in my problems, Zonat thought. "What was is you needed?" Zonat asked.
"Oh," Katana said abruptly. "I need a Corration focuser."
"Pretty heavy stuff there," Zonat said. He flashed her his best smile.
"It is," Katana said. "I need it for my work. I'm a miner."
Zonat looked her over. "Spice?" he asked.
She laughed. "No. Gems." She laughed.
"Oh," Zonat said nervously. "Of course. That's what I meant. You don't seem like the kind of person that would be
addicted to spice." He smiled again.
"I also need a Quantum Neutralizer," she said.
"Okay," he said again. "I've got one right here," Zonat said, gesturing at the cylinder on the ground.
"How much?" Katana asked, removing a credit pouch from her suit.
"Wow, it wouldn't seem you could hide that in your suit......oh yeah. Twenty."
"Twenty-what?"
"Twenty-thousand," Zonat said. Katana hesitated.
"That sounds a little steep........" she said.
Zonat shook his head. "Hey," he said, "take it or leave it."
Katana hesitated.
"I guess I'll take it," she said reluctantly. She opened the pouch and removed several credit chips. As she handed them to
Zonat, she said "This should cover it."
Zonat counted the chips. "Pleasure doing business with you." He smiled at the beautiful woman standing in front of him.
She ran her hands over her body. Zonat stretched. Katana's suit shone in the Tatooine sunlight.
Jac barked something. "Yeah," Zonat said to him. "We better get rid of these guys." Zonat and Jac dragged the bodies
out into the open area, and went to prepare the Hawkeye for take off, leaving Katana standing in the middle of
the bay.
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The stormtrooper continued his security rounds. He confiscated a few blasters, punched out a few drunks, and did the
rest of the normal things. For a few minutes nothing else happened, until he came to one of the older docking bays. It
was around the far corner, so he couldn't see the front entrance. As he turned the corner, he swore very colorfully. Three
bodies were propped up, in a sitting position, against the door. Two had large holes in them, with blaster burns around
the outermost part of the wound. Pale red blood dripped from the wounds, forever staining the durasteel walkway. The
other appeared to be breathing, but the trooper couldn't quite tell from his vantage point.
"Dammit!" he yelled, activating his comlink. "Attention all units in sector . . . 392," the trooper said into the com. "We
have two, possibly three murders. Send backup." With that he drew his blaster, ran to the door, and punched in the
override codes.
To be continued . . .
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