Star Wars - Desperate Measures by Carolyn Golledge

Author:Carolyn Golledge [Golledge, Carolyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 1996-05-23T20:01:54+00:00

Pedrin released his hold on the scalpel he had driven into Makintay’s back and snatched the blaster before it could fall to the floor. Then he stepped back as Makintay made a groggy grab for him. Behind the Rebel commander, Griek stood frozen in horror, her skeletally thin hands clasped to her mouth, and her wide blue eyes staring transfixed at the bright spray of blood spilling from Makintay’s wounded back. Pedrin hoped savagely that he’d hit the kidney as he intended. By the look of all that blood he’d succeeded.

Makintay took another stumbling step then folded, groaning and barely conscious to the deck.

“Now, I have my hostages,” Pedrin announced calmly. He levelled the blaster at Griek. “Find some bandages.”

Griek blinked, then stared from the blaster barrel back to Makintay’s bloodied hands which were ineffectually trying to stem the flow of blood. Assistant medic’s instinct took over and she hurried to find some pressure bandaging then bent to tend the wounded man.

Pedrin sighed. “Not those kind of bandages. Something to tie him with.” Griek looked up in confusion. “Get away from him!” Pedrin ordered sharply.

“But, he … he could bleed to death,” she stammered, still on her knees. She pushed a pressure bandage into Mak’s hands.

“Oh really?” Pedrin sneered down at her. “I take it he’s not on your death list then, woman!” Impatiently, he reached out with his free hand and dragged her away from Makintay. She fell back and the only sounds in the suddenly still room were her sobbing breaths and Makintay’s desperately muted groans mixed with the background beeping of the life-signs monitor.

“Who are you?” Griek managed to ask after a moment. Makintay had somehow managed to secure the pressure bandage and hold it to his side, the bleeding was not so heavy. Though she hated Ketrian with a passion. Griek had always liked the young Hargeevan prince who’d tried so hard to bring reforms for her people.

“I’m so disappointed you don’t recognize me,” Pedrin answered somewhat distractedly, his glance flicking from his prisoners to the door and back. That doctor would be returning soon, and by the sound of it, would bring several guardsmen with him. “I realize these coveralls are hardly flattering, but still I’d have thought you know the man who rated such a vehement mention in your little speech for Altronel’s benefit.”

“Pedrin,” Makintay gasped out.

Griek forgot her concerns for the Rebel prince beneath a rush of loathing. “You!” she hissed.

“Quite so,” Pedrin gave her a slight. mocking bow. “Stay back! This weapon is set for stun, but I could make an exception in your case.” His lip lifted in an ugly, curving sneer. “After all you are but a mere peasant and of little worth as a hostage — or anything else.”

Griek’s fists bunched and her fair face flushed with rage. Pedrin flicked the stun setting to kill and aimed for her heart. She backed away, rage altering to terror. “Better. It would be a shame if I had to kill you, after all you were doing my work for me so well, poisoning our good scientist friend there.

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