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Kashyyykan Sun
by Solo3
Email: currey@freeway.net
Part One
15 Year Before A New Hope
Wylek Zonat reached for the pot.
"Cheater!" A male Gotal yelled. "No one can play Sabaac so well!"
"Beginners luck?" Zonat stated, a tone of arrogance in his voice. The Gotal reached for his blaster. Zonat quickly twisted the
creature's head, breaking his neck. He flipped the table and drew his own weapon, the 387 Changeup as it was known by him
and several of his smuggler friends. There were very rare in the galaxy, but being an arms dealer he had been able to get his
hands on various exotic weapons. He fired, leaving a mark on the small cantina in Mos Eisley's white walls. They sure
have cleaned the place up, he thought. Zonat hated Mos Eisley, but he was meeting someone here. He fired another shot,
piercing the skull of a Devarion, his red face frozen in a permanent toothy frown. Through all the commotion, the band of all
Rodians, continued playing. Zonat fired off another shot and sprinted for the door. When he reached it, he turned back and
fired off two shots, killing more adversaries. He slammed the large door, sealed it with the laser torch on his blaster.
Just as he finished a speeder pulled up containing three creatures whose species he knew too well. Twi’lek. Putting on his
best fake smile, he strolled up to the speeder. Two of the Twi'leks got out, but the other one stayed in the speeder. The two
quickly picked him up and tossed him into the back. The speeder drove to the back of one of the large buildings in Mos
Eisley, the prison, and pulled to a stop. They want to have a talk with me in an alley, Zonat thought. This can't be
good. One of the Twi'leks stood and brushed his head tentacles around his neck with his hand.
"Doban, so good to see you," Zonat said.
"Silence," Doban said in his native tongue. He put his hand on Zonat's shoulder, digging his long fingernails in until he felt
the warm flow of blood. Zonat narrowed his eyes. He and Doban didn't exactly have a well developed relationship.
"Where are the weapons you owe my master, Zonat," Doban asked.
"Tell that Imp guy . . . Palpatine, I have my weapons in my ship," Wylek said.
"Give them to me," Doban replied to Zonat's statement.
"All right," Zonat said with confidence. "Docking bay 485, two hours." Doban adjusted his tentacles once again and gestured
towards his "men." They raised their blasters and placed the barrels squarely on Zonat's chest. Zonat glanced at the weapons
nervously. "Hey now, let's not get excited," he stated.
"We go now, no waiting."
"Sure," Zonat said. "Why not." He shot the other Twi'leks a smile.
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The speeder pulled up to docking bay area four through five-hundred. Zonat jumped out of the speeder and strolled towards
the docking bay where his ship was located. He was closely followed by Doban and his thugs, blasters at the ready.
Zonat looked towards the western most wall. A lone Wookie stood at the corner. Zonat nodded at it. He waited until it
nodded back. As it did, he continued his walk. They passed various creatures, all in the spaceport for some sort of business.
Most were covered with sand. Womp rats scurried about, picking up any food that might have been dropped on the sandy
ground beneath their feet. They passed Rhondos and Dewbacks. Several Jawas were running about, trying to make business
with the passer byes. The twin suns of Tatooine beat down on the open area.
Zonat stopped at one of the far doors, keyed in the access code, and pressed the open button. The keypad flashed a bright
green as the large, and slightly cracked, durasteel door opened slowly, revealing docking bay four-hundred eighty-five. In the
center of the bay was a ship, hovering silently above the sun-bleached ground.
"There she is," Zonat said proudly. "The Hawkeye." He smiled, admiring his ship. "Isn't she a beauty?" The shiny hull
glistened in the Tatooine sunlight.
Doban frowned. "Just like her owner's species. Ugly." That remark made Zonat angry, the hatred swelling up inside him
from the insult directed at him and his ship, but he was good at hiding emotions. The Hawkeye was the greatest ship
he'd ever owned, and had saved his life countless times. It was in fair condition, considering what he'd been through with her.
He brushed his hand over his short brown hair. He loved that ship; couldn't imagine flying any other.
Zonat lowered the hatch, the hydraulics releasing a cold steam. He entered, and returned carrying a large rifle-like weapon.
"Here you go," he said. "An Oharian battle cannon." He looked back at the ship. "I'm gonna need some help with the
Quantum Neutralizer." Doban offered no help for the arms dealer. "Okay," Zonat said reluctantly. "Tight bastard," he added
under his breathe. He needed to be careful with this piece of equipment, because it could blow up if not handled carefully,
and Zonat knew Doban was aware of that as well. He reemerged from the Hawkeye dragging a large cylindrical
object by one end. He wiped the sweat from his brow and swore. Gingerly placing the other end on the ground, he stood to
his full height of approximately 2.0 meters.
"Thank you, Zonat," Doban said. "But I'm afraid we'll still have to kill you and take your ship."
Zonat looked at Doban's men. Their blasters were fixed on his chest. "If that's the way you wanna play it," Zonat said,
smiling.
"Oh, but I do," Doban said, a crooked smile cracking his ugly face.
Seemingly out of nowhere, a large blaster bolt cut the air and struck one of Doban's cohorts, which caused Doban to focus
his concentration to where the bolt came from and lower his weapon.
Zonat took advantage of the moment Doban was distracted, scanning for the unknown attacker. He kicked Doban's gun from
the creatures hand, drew his own blaster and said "Zarkon blaster." The sides of the strange weapon's rectangular barrel
glowed red repeated what Zonat had said. He fired. The gun emitted a large blue ball of pure energy. It struck the remaining
body guard in the chest, leaving a gaping hole in the chest cavity. Zonat head butted Doban, sending him sprawling. He
kicked Doban in the head, rendering the creature unconscious. Zonat rubbed his head and looked to his left. The Wookie was
approaching him.
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