Star Wars - 240 - Planet of Twilight by Barbara Hambly

Author:Barbara Hambly [Hambly, Barbara]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Luke (Fictitious Character), Skywalker, General, Science Fiction, Adventure, Fiction, Skywalker; Luke (Fictitious Character)
ISBN: 9780553575170
Google: KR7Oj_FZxQwC
Amazon: 0553575171
Publisher: Spectra
Published: 1997-01-01T08:00:00+00:00

"Think again if you think we're gonna leave this vessel." Lando Calrissian stepped through the door of the bridge as they passed it, dark face taut with anger but fear in his eyes. "My advice to you, old buddy, is to seal and lift."

"Not without finding out something about what's out there." Leaving Lando and Dr. Oolos in the corridor, Han ducked back onto the bridge and scooped up the five wafers onto which he'd downloaded the unfortunate Corbantis's log. "Can you get me an unscrambler for this, Doc? I need to know what and who axed that ship and anything else they might have seen out there before it happened."

"I'll certainly try." Dr. Oolos held out his hand for the wafers--Han glanced at Sergeant Hral Piksoar, coming down the corridor toward them, and simply pocketed the information himself. Through the Falcon's open boarding ramp the sound of shots could be clearly heard, the heavy, percussive cough of ion cannons almost drowning the harsher zap of blasters. To Lando he whispered, "Don't take the engines all the way down and keep an eye on the lift-off window. I'll be back in two hours." Lando followed them to the doorway. The med team made a little caravan across the rain-pocked permacrete of the bay, water sluicing off the mist-filled coffins of the stasis boxes. Drovian guards surrounded them, weapons at the ready, as if they expected the burned, pain-racked husks inside to leap out with guns blazing in the cause of the Gopso'o tribe. "And what if you're not?"

Han ducked his head against the rain, which was as warm as bathwater as he stepped out into it. "If I haven't linked with you by then," he said, feeling for the comlink in his pocket, "take off. Tell Chewie whatever you have to, to keep him from coming to look for me." By the sound of it the shots were closer, and a confusion of voices.

The wet air was rank with smoke. "But find Leia. Whatever it costs." Human beings were most odd.

Given the capabilities of a high-quality' protocol unit to reproduce any given language, complete with its inflections and tonalities, See-Threepio could, of course, duplicate nearly any of the thirty thousand songs popular in the Core Worlds over the past seventy-five standard years verbatim, note by note and tone for tone. It was not a function he filled particularly often, for there were automatons and semianimates with larger speaker units and better bass range who could do the job more efficiently, but he could do it. Postulating that on a relatively backward world such as Nim Drovis those in quest of entertainment would pay a certain amount per song (with the appropriate royalty percentage figured for members of the Galactic Society of Recording Artists), he had calculated that even in such a moderate establishment as the Wookiee's Codpiece he and Artoo-Detoo should be able to earn enough in an evening to defray the costs of third-class passage to Cybloc XII.

But, as

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