The Truce at Bakura by Kathy Tyers

Author:Kathy Tyers
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, azw3, pdf
Tags: Solo, Fantasy, Skywalker, Princess (Fictitious Character), General, Fiction, Science Fiction, Adventure, Han (Fictitious Character), Luke (Fictitious Character), Leia
ISBN: 9780553568721
Publisher: Bantam Spectra
Published: 1993-11-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 12

Luke trudged down the white stone corridor toward their apartment suite. After talking to Gaeriel and Madam Belden, he'd spent the rest of the morning and half the afternoon reasoning with shop supervisors. His reputation as a Jedi was obviously getting around. They'd given him grudging respect for getting his hands greasy with them--t had been the highlight--then let him sandwich all the remaining A-wings onto that day's service schedule. Luke suspected that Bakura's best repair teams had been shuttled up to the Imperial cruiser Dominant.

Then, without a chance to clean up, he'd had to help his quartermaster provision the battle group, spending the nonexistent collateral of a maybesomeday government. He'd've given a lot for Leia's help on that one. All this while watching over his shoulder for the Ssi-ruuk and pondering what the dream-warning really meant. No wonder his barely healed body ached. A pair of Imperial stormtroopers stood guard in the broad lobby outside the suite, blast rifles slung across their chests. Weary as he was, his adrenaline surged. Quicker than thought, he went for his lightsaber. Then thought caught up. He dropped his hands to his sides, fingers spread. "Sorry," he murmured to the near guard. "Not used to this."

"Understood, sir." The Imperial stood back. Luke slipped inside, then spun through the common room to his bedroom and fell onto the repulsor bed, laughing off his tension. He'd never heard of such a preposterous situation. His apartment, guarded by "friendly" stormtroopers? He stared across the room and through a huge window, wondering what his Uncle Owen would've given for a rain shower like the one that'd just started. Early summer on Bakura would've been heaven on Tatooine. A message light blinked on his personal console. Sighing, he called it up. Senior Senator Belden requested his presence at an early dinner. Luke groaned. Gaeriel must've relayed his message, but he was too late. He'd barely have time to rush over if he didn't clean up. He needed to speak with the elderly senator--if nothing else, to discuss his wife's medical history.

Luke keyed in a polite request to see him tomorrow, sent it, then bent over to pull off his boots. The door chime rang. "No!" he whispered irritably. Their guide had shown him how to use the bedroom console to scrutinize callers. He poked several buttons but couldn't make it work. Wishing he didn't feel so greasy, he hustled through the common room and answered it himself. Gaeriel stood half turned away from the door as if she'd rather keep walking than speak with him. She carried a tightly woven string satchel against her blue skirt, and as before, her very presence made his Force sense tingle. "Commander?" she asked tentatively. "May I speak with you for a few moments?"

Luke back stepped away from the Imperial guards' inquisitive eyes.

"Please."

Once the door shut, she cupped her hands around her mouth and whispered,

"You're monitored. We're about to disappear." She lifted the satchel and held it open. Inside was a gray box like the one at the Beldens' apartment.

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