Star Wars - The Bounty Hunter Wars - The Mandalorian Armor by K. W. Jeter

Author:K. W. Jeter
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2012-05-16T11:02:01+00:00

All that noise had upset the felinx; it trembled in

Kuat of Kuat's arms as he stroked its silken fur. "There,

there," he soothed the frightened animal. "It's all over

now. You have nothing to worry about." That was the

difference between creatures such as the felinx and the

galaxy's sentient inhabitants. "Go to sleep, and dream

whatever you want." He stood at the great viewport of the

Kuat Drive Yards' flagship, watching the mottled sphere

of the planet Tatooine dwindle in the distance, a clump

of dirt among the hard, cold stars. A good part of that

dirt was now in considerably more battered condition than

before; the military squadron that had pounded the

surface of the Dune Sea to dust was already en route,

heading back to Kuat by a circuitous route, jumping in

and out of hyperspace to foil any possible attempts at

tracking and linking them to the just-concluded bombing

raid on Tatooine. All insignia and identification beacons

had been carefully stripped from the vessels before they

had left on their mission. W hen word of the raid filtered

through the watering holes and back alleys of Mos Eisley,

and any corresponding places on other worlds, the specu

lation would most likely be directed toward the Empire or

possibly the Black Sun organization. That notion pleased

Kuat of Kuat as he scratched behind the sighing felinx's

ears. We move in secret ways, mused Kuat. The better to

reach our destination . . .

The even more pleasing notion was that Boba Fett had

reached his final destination. That had been the whole

point of the bombing raid. Reports of the bounty hunter's

death had already reached Kuat of Kuat; many other

sentient creatures, humanoid or not, would have heard of

someone going down the gullet of the Sarlacc and would

have concluded that was the end of that person. Kuat of

Kuat had, however, more experience with the individual in

question; Boba Fett had always had an unnerving ability

to show up alive, if somewhat battered, long after any

ordinary man's death would have been well assured.

Attention to detail had made KDY the manufacturing force

that it was in the galaxy, supplier of vessels to Emperor

Palpatine as well as the shadowy figures that ran Black

Sun; the present Kuat of Kuat had inherited the same

thoroughness that had characterized his ancestors.

"It's not enough to know that someone is dead," he

whispered to the felinx as he held the animal's luxurious

fur close to his throat. "You want them buried, or better

yet, scattered across the landscape in little pieces-"

"Excuse me, sir."

Kuat of Kuat glanced over his shoulder and saw one of

his comrn supervisors. "Yes?" Even aboard the corporate

flagship, he had no taste for the obsequious formalities

that characterized Palpatine's court; KDY was a business,

not a theater for mono-maniacal self-aggrandizement.

"What is it?"

"The damage survey has just come in." The comm

supervisor held up a thin, self-contained data readout,

with red, glowing numbers arranged in neat rows. "From

the monitoring devices we left behind on Tatooine."

He had been expecting those. "What's the analysis?"

"Maximum ground penetration was achieved." The comm

supervisor glanced at the readout. "All areas surrounding

the Great Pit of Carkoon were effectively saturated by

the bombing raid. Probability of anything on the surface

of the Dune

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