Star Wars Hyperspace - Labor Pains by John Jackson Miller

Author:John Jackson Miller [Miller, John Jackson]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2008-08-31T23:00:00+00:00

That last hadn’t come from me, Zayne, or Camper — but rather Master Obohn, who’d apparently had just about exactly what he said. He called forth his dapper Wookiees. “Get them out of my gallery — all of them!”

At this point, I realized the operation had begun to slip out of my control.

I also realized that, if ever anyone wanted to invade Kashyyyk, the proper strategy would be to tell everybody there that slacks were in style for that season. Because while I would normally never choose to be on the same planet with a couple of angry Wookiees, angry Wookiees in pants tend to lose a bit of their effectiveness as killing machines.

At least, I was able to dodge — barely — the one who came after me, which would have been impossible save for their tailor’s generosity with the pleats. Hairball would get a good run at me and would suddenly pop his seams, slowing him down. The gallery’s displays made for some good cover, at least at the start — until they started knocking them over.

Zayne was handling himself pretty well, too, during this time. He was still cautious about tipping his hand at the Jedi thing — the saber stayed tucked away, and while some of the statues kind of took on a mind of their own when his Wookiee got too close, I’m not sure it was obvious.

Camper pretty much didn’t move during any of this; he just kept fiddling with one of his widgets on one of the hoverpallets. I didn’t see this, but Zayne tells me at one point a Wookiee came too close to Camper, and he turned part of the gadget on. The result was one knocked-out rug on the floor, shocked silly by something in our fake statue.

I would have liked to have seen that — or, better, seen him do it to the other Wookiee — but at the time I was occupied with my screaming. My Wookiee had shed his threads once and for all, and was immodestly clawing at the tallish statue I was perched atop. He kept trying to climb it, and every time Zayne would come near him, he’d let go and the whole production would start rocking back and forth.

It wasn’t my closest call of the month, but this spot in my memory wasn’t going to get a lot of visits.

Fortunately, we heard it again: “Enough!” Saved by the Muun. Seeing parts of his collection in jeopardy (and other parts in pieces), Obohn called his Wookiee off. Reluctantly, the Wookiee released the statue — and more reluctantly, I followed it to the ground with a horrific crash.

By the time Zayne collected me from the marble floor, Obohn was still surveying the damage. The Rodian, unscathed, was having a good cry, which also drew the Muun’s attention. This gave Zayne and me a chance to push Camper towards the door — and something that made the moment as painful for me as it was for the collectors.

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