Star Wars Clone Wars Gambit #1: Stealth by Karen Miller

Author:Karen Miller [Miller, Karen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780345509024
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Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Published: 2010-02-23T00:00:00+00:00

"Oh—ah—I only have one."

"He lost the other one in an accident," Obi-Wan chimed in. "It was dreadful

—there was so much blood—I thought—"

"I said shut up," the officer growled, switching identichips.

"Last warning."

"I'm sorry," Obi-Wan whispered. He sounded close to tears.

"And show me your hands. You need telling twice? That can get a man shot around here."

"Shot?" Somehow, Obi-Wan managed to turn pale. "Oh sir.

No, sir, please—"

" Shut up," said the officer. He stared at Teeb Yavid's smooth palms then back at the data screen. His gaze lifted, suspicious.

"You've worked three years in a forestry camp? With those smooth hands?

"

"Yes, sir. I'm sure it says so right there, sir," said Obi-Wan, painting at the datareader. "One year and a half with a vibro-ax, sir.

Then I hurt my shoulder and they put me in the office." His chest expanded with pride. "I have very good written Basic. Much better than my cousin's.

He writes like fowl scratches."

What? Anakin bit the inside of his cheek. Any minute he's going to break into a song-and-dance routine. What is this, stand-up night at the Coruscant Firebird?

Grudgingly, the officer handed back their identichips. "Things have changed since you left home, boys. Lanteeb's joined the Separatist Alliance. You've got a new government. You're protected now."

"Protected from who, sir?" asked Obi-Wan, wide-eyed.

"Lanteeb doesn't have any enemies."

The officer sneered. "The Republic is every planet's enemy.

But you don't need to worry about that anymore. Count Dooku's taken care of that."

"And this would be why you're here inspecting our ship? Why we weren't allowed to fly it home on our own?"

"New security measures," said the officer. "Get used to them."

He clipped the datareader back onto his belt, then wriggled his fingers.

"Okay. On your feet."

Cringingly obedient, they stood.

"Right. Now strip."

Obi-Wan's mouth fell open. " Strip? Sir? You mean—take off our clothes?"

"Every last stitch," said the officer, with a bully's gloating satisfaction.

"Standard procedure. Personal weapons search."

"Actually?" Obi-Wan straightened out of his self-effacing slump. Smiled, like a Jedi. "No. I don't think so. You don't need to search us for weapons."

A dreamy look crept over the Sep officer's broad, badly shaven face. "I don't need to search you for weapons."

"My cousin and I are completely harmless."

The officer nodded vaguely. "Yes. You and your cousin are completely harmless. Hold out your wrists, please."

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