![]() He barked his knuckles, swore a mighty oath, and mulled over theįact that only a short time ago he and his Wookiee partner had held the galaxy by the tail. They had defied a slavery ring in the Corporate Sector, held the Authority's dreaded Security Police at bay with a Territorial Manager as hostage, and come out of the deal ten thousand credits richer.īut since then there had been needed repairs for their starship, Groping half-heartedly for the control leads, Han wondered just what it was that made his luck so erratic. He had had strokes of good fortune that rivaled anything he had ever heard of, but at other times. Still if it hadn't been for Grigmin's needing a pitcrew, Han SoloĪnd the Wookiee, Chewbacca, freelance smugglers, would have been on the Hurt Vector. He adjusted his sweatband, toed the mechanic's creeper over to him, settled onto it, and pulled himself back under the airspeeder. Maneuvers any academy greenie could do, Han thought. These backwater worlds are the only place anyone would pay to see a feeble act like Grigmin's. ![]() Grigmin ignored the invitation to part with some cash. "I want myĪirspeeder ready, " he concluded and left to prepare for the next part of his performance, an exhibition of maneuvers with a one-man jetpack. Never trust these useless locals it's a rule I have. " "If you want me to use a starship for a crummy surface to-surface skip, you'll have to pay the expenses-up front." Han would sooner trust a local like the amiable, gregarious Fadoop than a shifty deadbeat like Grigmin. Now Grigmin frowned. "You should have gone for them yourself. I Mumbled, "She'll be in the air again if Fadoop gets here with the replacement parts. " ![]() Masterpiece of understatement! Han, thought to himself, but Will my airspeeder be ready for my afternoon show, or have you and your Wookiee sidekick decided you don't like working for me? " Strain on your hardware. You could stay well within performance tolerances and still complete every maneuver in your routines. But instead you showboat, with junk heaps that were obsolete when the Clone Wars were news." Grigmin's grin grew even wider. "Save the excuses, Solo. To Grigmin's one-man airshow on a circuit of fifth-rate worlds had been the only job he and his partner, Chewbacca, had been able to get when they found they needed work, but Grigmin's unrelenting arrogance made the task of keeping his outmoded aircraft running nearly unbearable. Han attempted not to lose his scant temper. Working as pit-crewman Younger than Han, either didn't notice his pitcrewman's anger or chose not to acknowledge it. "Well? What about it? That airspeeder's an important part of my show. " Grigmin, tall, broad shouldered, handsomely blond, and some years ![]() Han leaped up instantly to confront Grigmin, his temporaryĮmployer, the color on his face changing from the red of frustration to a darker and more dangerous hue. Han was lean, of medium height, and appeared younger than his actual age. His eyes were guarded, intense. His fingers, going every which way. With a scalding Corellian malediction, Han shoved against the machine's undercarriage, and his repulsor-lift mechanic's creeper slid out from under the airspeeder. The leads, now gathered together in precise order, sprang free of HAN Solo nearly had the control-stem leads hooked up, a sweaty job that had him stuck under the low-slung airspeeder for almost an hour, when there was a kick at his foot. "What's holding things up?" ![]()
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |