Han Solo Trilogy III: Rebel Dawn by A. C. Crispin

Author:A. C. Crispin
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Solo, Fiction - Science Fiction, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Star Wars fiction, Space Opera, Science Fiction - Star Wars, Fiction, Science fiction, Science Fiction - General, Han (Fictitious character), General
ISBN: 9780553574173
Publisher: New York : Bantam Books, 1998.
Published: 2010-07-25T04:00:00+00:00

current se-lection. There were only three members in the band, but, since each Rughja had fifteen flexible

limbs, and played at least ten instruments apiece, they sounded like a genuine orchestra. In fact, looking

at Umjing Baab and his two band members, it was difficult to dis-tern anything but limbs ending in

assorted instruments, though occasionally one of the being multiple eyes would be visible through the

tangle.

The band was very versatile, playing everything from swing-bop to modern jizz selections. The gambler

clapped politely as they finished a mellow version of Mood and Moons, then settled back in his seat as

the bandleader, Umjing Baab, put down his Kloo horn, dis-engaged from the halargon, and writhed his

way up to the public address system. The Rughjas voice had a mechanical timbre... understandable,

because it was artificially generated. Rughja were a species whose natural communication was not

audible to humanoids. Umjing Baab spoke, as the spotlight refected off his glossy, mauve, upper-limbs.

Good evening, gentles. Tonight we have an honored guest with us, a celebrity whom I am hoping we can

prevail upon to favor us with a number! Join me in welcoming Lady Bria Lawal!

Lando clapped politely, but his applause soon be-came genuine when he realized that the bandmaster

was referring to his attractive stranger. Blushing, smil-ing, she half-rose from her seat to take a bow, but

then, urged on by the applause, she picked up the skirts of her long, electric-blue sheath (a c1or that set

off her hair) and walked up the steps to the bandstand.

After conferring briefly with Umjing Bwah, she stepped up to the microphone, tapped her jeweled,

slippered toe as the percussion started up, and then the band broke into a slowed down version of last

years hit, Smoky Dreams.

Bria Lawal began to sing. Lando had heard a lot of singers in his time, and she was far from being the

best. Her breath control was uneven, and she cut short some of the high notes because of it. But her

voice was strong and in key, and her contralto was pleasantly husky. With her figure, face and smile,

Lando was willing to forgive her lack of professional technique. Within moments of starting her song, she

had all the humanoid males in the palm of her hand.

She sang with passion of lost love, of tender sadness, of misty memories fading with time ....

Lando was totally captivated. When she fnished the number, he clapped as loudly as the rest of the

audi-ence. Smiling and blushing becomingly, she allowed herself to be escorted back to her table by

Umjing Baab, who genufiected deeply to her, and then returned to his fellow Rughja band members.

As the Swinging Trio struck up a catchy tune, Lando got unhesitatingly to his feet and walked over to the

chanteuse, narrowly beating out a wealthy Alderaani-an banker whom Lando had relieved of many of his

ex-cess credits earlier that evening.

Reaching Lady Lawals table, Lando bowed to her, flashing his best, most charming smile. May I? he

asked, holding out his arm.

She hesitated for a long second, glanced at each of the men sitting with her, then shrugged fractionally.

Thank you, she said, and stood up.

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