Honor Among Thieves: Star Wars (Empire and Rebellion) (21 page)

“Your plan is to take the
Falcon
?” Han said.

“Not my first choice,” Baasen said. “But we make do with what the universe gives us, don't we? It's a ship, and we're in need of one.”

The hallway reached an intersection, and Sunnim held up a hand for them to stop before he sauntered out into it, looked in all directions, feigning innocence poorly, and then waved them forward.

“You don't have a ship?” Han said. “Did you walk here?”

Baasen's chuckle was low and rueful. “I'm afraid my old boat's seen her last days. Truth is I'm doing you a favor, my boy. Putting you back in the frying pan, it's truth, but I'm hauling you off the fire to do it. I dropped into Kiamurr system hot and came in a borrat's whisker from sliding into the side of an Imperial Destroyer. They've ten of them out there. Well, Sunnim and I put all the power to our shields and lit out for the territories, didn't we? Still sucked down enough plasma to melt our power couplings. Sad end to a good ship. I'd stay and fix the poor dear, but I'm fairly sure this planet and everything on it'll be slag by morning.”

Han's throat went tight. The fleet was here, then. They were out of time. He had to warn Leia. And Scarlet. And Chewbacca.

Sunnim opened the service door at the hallway's end and peeked out, his ears shifting forward. A pair of protocol droids were walking together in the distance, their plating made from a clear polymer, and their circuits glowing blue and yellow in the darkness. Sunnim watched them pass, then grunted and waved Han forward.

“Step quick, old friend,” Baasen said, his tone less friendly than it had been. “I've got no time or inclination for your cleverness just now.”

“Baasen, you're playing this wrong,” Han said, not stepping forward. “This thing with Jabba? It's the smallest game on the board.”

“For you, p'raps,” Baasen said. “Looms rather large for me. Now walk.”

Out of the hall, the conclave hive's windows were showing a slightly paler darkness—charcoal instead of black. A tiny bird no larger than Han's thumb darted up into the air of the great dome above them. Sunnim scowled furiously and waved them forward.

“Look, Baasen. I understand where you are. Honestly, I've got no hard feeling about any of it, either. So before we go out there and can't take any of this back, let me tell you what you're walking out on.”

“There's not enough honey in the galaxy to sweet-talk your way out of this, old friend,” Baasen said. “And don't dream that I'm above shooting you, eh? Now move.”

“You're on the losing side of this. I understand being afraid of Jabba. He's made me nervous a couple of times, and I don't scare as easy as you.” Baasen laughed. That was a good sign. Han talked faster. “What's going on here is bigger than that. Big enough to shut down all the Hutts. Right now, you and I are maybe a hundred meters from information that will decide who runs the galaxy.”

“You're old for fairy tales,” Baasen said.

Han lifted his hands to his sides, palms out, and started turning around. His skin tingled where he imagined the blaster bolt would strike.

“Don't you do that, boy, or I'll end your sad life in this hallway!” Baasen hissed, but Han kept turning. Baasen stood in the corridor, blaster leveled at Han's head. His missing hand hadn't been replaced; it was capped with a steel fitting. Baasen's face was dark with anger, and the trembling in the blaster's barrel wasn't fear.

Han gave his best charming smile. “You know this is big,” he said. “I'm not asking you to trust me on that. All you have to do is look. Scarlet Hark shut down operations on Cioran. The Imperials sent ten Star Destroyers. And when I got here, Leia Organa didn't just pull up stakes and go. So you know whatever's going on, it's huge. Right?”

“Stop trying to talk your way out of this,” Baasen said, but there was less certainty in his voice.

“A tool that can shut down hyperspace jumps. That's what's at stake here,” Han said. “Lets you determine who gets to move from one system to another.”

Baasen shrugged, but Han cold see the calculations going on behind the man's eyes. Baasen's gaze softened for a moment, turning inward. Part of Han waned to leap forward, grab the blaster. He restrained himself.

“Everyone stuck on whatever system they're in unless you say they can move. Everyone everywhere asking permission to travel. Paying whatever tolls you ask, or just rotting wherever they are if you want.”

“You're lying.”

“Did I get the Imperial fleet to help me fool you? Because ten Star Destroyers sounds pretty sincere.”

Baasen's tongue flicked out, wetting his lips. He lifted the stump of his wrist, scratching at his nose.The Bothan whined,
 

“Boss. We got to go.”

“Patience, Sunnim. Cultivate a bit of patience, eh?” Baasen said. And then to Han, “This magic thing. It's here? On Kiamurr?”

“No, but the map to it is. That's what the Imperials are after. They've known where it is for a while now, but they want to make sure no one else does. Man named Hunter Maas has a copy of their surveys. Hark and I are here to steal it from him.”

“Pity that's about to fail,” Baasen said.

“It's a big pie, Baasen. Biggest one there's ever been. If you want in on it, it'll be worth more than everything Jabba's got.”

“Hark's here? On this planet?”

“In a room three corridors from here. I can take you to her right now if you want.”

Baasen still wavered. Outside, the windows were half a shade lighter. The Bothan shifted his weight from one foot to the other as if he needed to use the toilet and made a small keening sound under his breath. Han waited.

“Let's go speak with our dear friend Hark,” Baasen said. “Maybe there's a bit of room to negotiate.”

“You're smarter than you look, old pal,” Han said.

Baasen's smile was touched with sadness. “Anything seems even a degree off about this, and I will murder you where you stand, you know.”

“Wouldn't expect anything less,” Han said.

They walked back to 17-c. Han racked his brains for ways to warn Scarlet what was coming. If he could raise an alarm, she might be able to get the drop on them, but there was no time. He didn't have any tools to work with, and Baasen and the Bothan were watching his every move. All he could do was move forward and hope.

At the door to the room, he paused. Baasen was behind him to the left, Sunnim to the right. If he spun and caught the Bothan's weapon . . .

“Don't,” Baasen said. Han sighed and opened the door.

Scarlet sat cross-legged on the bed. Her hair was pulled back, but a stray lock hung down her forehead. Her full attention was on the deck opened before her. The safe gaped on the wall behind her, three layers of black metal and complex circuitry open to the air. The stench of ozone and melted steel stung Han's eyes.

“Han. Good news. I've got a solid workaround on the door seal, and I got far enough into the comm logs to see that Hunter's been trading calls with half a dozen people since he got in. Smart money says he's arranging more meetings. Communications stopped about twenty minutes ago, so either he's even dumber than he looks and he's going to sleep, or he's getting ready to head out to his first sit-down meeting, and we'll be going in as soon as he's gone.” She looked up for the first time. “So, who're your friends and why are they holding guns on you? Did you do something bad?”

“Baasen Ray,” Han said, walking into the room. “Sunnim. This is Scarlet Hark. Scarlet? You'll remember me talking about Baasen Ray?”

“The one who screwed up the drop back on Cioran,” Scarlet said. “Pleasure to meet you.”

“We've met once.”

“Huh,” Scarlet said with a shrug.

“You're hurting my feelings, miss.”

“Well, you can put down your weapons and leave quietly,” Scarlet said, her welding tools still in her hands, the deck in her lap, “and no one gets anything but their feelings hurt.”

“No need for that, no need,” Baasen said. “The good Captain Solo's offered me a share in the proceedings here. Come to parley, haven't I?”

The door hissed closed behind them. Sunnim's gaze shifted from it to Baasen to Scarlet and back to the door. Scarlet leaned forward.

“I don't have time to screw around,” she said brightly. “So why don't we start with why I shouldn't kill both of you and drop your bodies down the recycler?”

“We've got guns drawn already. Even if you're the fastest draw in the sector, your friend Solo's a dead man.”

“We're not actually that close.”

“Hey!” Han said.

“Be that as may be,” Baasen said, “I'd still guess that this isn't the moment you'd want to start a gunfight? Inconvenient timing, as it were? Besides which, we've come to help. If what this rascal Han's been saying's even half true, I make us for being on the same side of things. For the moment at least.”

“Not sure I'm seeing that,” Scarlet said, and her deck chirped. A thin, grainy hologram coalesced over the bedspread. In the hallway outside 24-d, Hunter Maas adjusted his cape, shifted a small carrying case from hand to hand, and leaned in, speaking to the doorway. There was no sound with the feed, but from his gestures, Han guessed the shirtless man was practicing his sales pitch. After a moment, the door slid shut.

“You put a monitor on him?” Han asked.

“I went to find you, and you were gone,” Scarlet said. “I went to plan B.”

“Replaced by a small cam,” Baasen said. “It's no universe for you and me anymore, Solo.”

“Laugh it up,” Han said. “Where's he going?”

“I don't know, and I don't care,” Scarlet said. “This is our window. I'm not going to let your baggage screw it up.”

“Baggage?” Han said. “I don't have baggage.”

“Well, you do a bit,” Baasen said. “No offense meant. So we're partners now? Passage off the planet and a share in whatever profit comes from it?”

“Done,” Scarlet said, shutting down the deck. “Welcome to the team.”

“Pleasure to be here,” Baasen said. “Hope you won't mind that I take a bit of precaution. Sunnim, my boy, you go on ahead to the
Falcon
. Make sure everything's shipshape and ready to go, yes? And if our friends here don't show up with me smiling along behind them . . . well, you know what to do.”

The Bothan paused. “Kill everyone?”

“See now?” Baasen said. “You
did
know. Good man, and off with you.” The Bothan nodded, opened the door, and trotted away. Baasen holstered his blaster and shrugged apologetically. “Hard to find good help in these fallen times.”

“That's truth,” Scarlet said.

“Once we're done, we'll need to be leaving quickly,” Baasen said. “There's a great flock of Imperial trouble winging its way toward us.”

“Of course there is,” she said. “All right. Let's still give Hunter Maas a couple minutes to get away from the rooms. I don't want him doubling back and interrupting us.”

“Shouldn't we warn Leia about the fleet?” Han said.

“She'll know. Don't worry about that part. Let's just keep focused on getting into that room, getting the data, and getting out again.” She looked from Baasen to Han and back again, her eyebrows raised and merriment in her eyes.

This woman is crazy,
Han thought.

“Anyone need to use the facilities?” Scarlet asked, “Because I'm not taking time out for pit stops once we start.”

Baasen guffawed and clapped Han on the shoulder. “You always do know the most colorful people, don't you, old friend?”

“It's not my fault.”

Scarlet stepped off the bed, tugged the wrinkles out of the spread, and began laying out her tools. She hummed to herself, a soft melody just at the edge of hearing. Baasen watched her, and Han watched Baasen. Knowledge of the coming fleet pressed down on the air like a storm. Han told himself that somewhere on the planet, Leia and the leaders of the Rebellion were heading to their ships. Chewbacca was finishing prep of the
Millennium Falcon
. The plans that Scarlet had put in place were unfolding. He didn't know what they were, and he didn't like having faith in them. It was hard not to pace.

Baasen caught his eye. His grin was warm and avuncular and false. “Just like old times, isn't it?”

“Not any times I remember,” Han said.

“In spirit, I mean.”

“All right. Sure.”

“For what it carries, I do hope this works. I wasn't looking ahead to feeding you to the Hutt with any pleasure.”

“Enough banter,” Scarlet said. “Focus now.”

She put her tools into her pockets and onto her belt with a calm, military efficiency, then gestured to Baasen. “We're going to twenty-four-d. I'll be popping the seal. You and Solo make sure I'm not interrupted.”

“Shouldn't be a problem,” Baasen said.

“See that it's not.”

The Mirialan smiled and pointed at her with his stump. “I like you. Not the type to play safe or overthink. Quick on the uptake. See the value in things, even when they're unexpected.”

Scarlet made a small, insincere curtsy. “You know, if it wouldn't have raised an alarm, I would have shot you and your little friend.”

Baasen looked at Han. “I don't think she's fond of you, my boy. Your charms are slipping.”

Scarlet stepped out to the hallway, her expression quizzical. She closed the room door behind them.

“Oh, he'd have been fine,” she said. “I'm a very good shot. Come on, now. Let's get this done.”

Scarlet started off at a brisk walk, not running but wasting no time. Han and Baasen had to trot a little to catch up with her. At the corner, Baasen caught Han's gaze and nodded toward the woman's back.