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FTeik Registered: Nov '00	Date Posted: 2/21/06 9:01am Subject: RE: The Colliding of Empires: A Star Wars / Perry-Rhodan-Crossover AU
	Updated the "Pride's Prize"-short story. You can read it at: http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=22758760&brd=10476&start=23229348 I'm currently concentrating on that story, because for once i'd like to see one of my stories, where the end is near. And no, none of my other mega-stories is abandoned. Just put to rest for the reason stated in the sentence above. -----signature----- My first completet story: Pride's Prize: http://boards.theforce.net/message.aspx?topic=22758760 "In the Battle of Coruscant alone, hundreds of millions of battle droids saw action on the ground and in space. " Insider #86 - The story of General Grievous
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Barbarossa_Rotbart Registered: Jun '04	Date Posted: 4/12/06 12:12am Subject: RE: The Colliding of Empires: A Star Wars / Perry-Rhodan-Crossover AU
	Still waiting for an update (and thinking that this story is dead). -----signature----- "Holy crap! The jawa has a gun!" Brendon Frines (Jedi knight in training): "Hilfe! Die wollen den Osterhasen klonen!" Never underestimate a Wookiee, especially if he is much more intelligent than a Rodian merc.
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FTeik Registered: Nov '00	Date Posted: 4/16/06 4:35pm Subject: RE: The Colliding of Empires: A Star Wars / Perry-Rhodan-Crossover AU
	Barbarossa_Rotbart posted: Still waiting for an update (and thinking that this story is dead). No, it is not. As already said, as soon as the by now 112KB-strong "short story" is finished i'll continue here. -----signature----- My first completet story: Pride's Prize: http://boards.theforce.net/message.aspx?topic=22758760 "In the Battle of Coruscant alone, hundreds of millions of battle droids saw action on the ground and in space. " Insider #86 - The story of General Grievous
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FTeik Registered: Nov '00	Date Posted: 5/1/06 1:08pm Subject: RE: The Colliding of Empires: A Star Wars / Perry-Rhodan-Crossover AU
	I did it. Pride's Prize is finished. You can read it here: Pride's Prize - a SW-short-story (155KB) http://boards.theforce.net/message.aspx?topic=22758760 Now i will continue this story (sooner or later) -----signature----- My first completet story: Pride's Prize: http://boards.theforce.net/message.aspx?topic=22758760 "In the Battle of Coruscant alone, hundreds of millions of battle droids saw action on the ground and in space. " Insider #86 - The story of General Grievous
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Overchecker Registered: Jun '05	Date Posted: 5/2/06 2:55am Subject: RE: The Colliding of Empires: A Star Wars / Perry-Rhodan-Crossover AU - Date Edited: 5/2/06 5:58am (1 edits total) Edited By: Overchecker
	This is what you call a short Story?
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Barbarossa_Rotbart Registered: Jun '04	Date Posted: 6/26/06 4:10am Subject: RE: The Colliding of Empires: A Star Wars / Perry-Rhodan-Crossover AU - Date Edited: 6/30/06 6:03am (1 edits total) Edited By: Barbarossa_Rotbart
	Nearly two months have passed and there is still no new chapter... -----signature----- "Holy crap! The jawa has a gun!" Brendon Frines (Jedi knight in training): "Hilfe! Die wollen den Osterhasen klonen!" Never underestimate a Wookiee, especially if he is much more intelligent than a Rodian merc.
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FTeik Registered: Nov '00	Date Posted: 7/2/06 7:40am Subject: RE: The Colliding of Empires: A Star Wars / Perry-Rhodan-Crossover AU
	I've been a member of these boards for almost six years without a problem. However during the last three or four months i was temporarily banned (largely for disagreeing with the new VIP-policy at the literature-board) trice. I don't own this place and i don't make the rules, but I'm also not willing to censor myself or keep silent on matters i think different of feel strongly about, so it might happen again and i don't know, if I'm coming back in such a case (there is a live outside of JediCouncilForums). Should this happen there would be no future updates of my stories on this board, but I am and would be posting them at fanfiction.net or stardestroyer.net. -----signature----- My first completet story: Pride's Prize: http://boards.theforce.net/message.aspx?topic=22758760 "In the Battle of Coruscant alone, hundreds of millions of battle droids saw action on the ground and in space. " Insider #86 - The story of General Grievous
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FTeik Registered: Nov '00	Date Posted: 7/30/06 8:19am Subject: RE: The Colliding of Empires: A Star Wars / Perry-Rhodan-Crossover AU
	Well, its been a while and for that I want to apologize. Aside from my troubles with the moderating-stuff mentioned above, the company I was working for changing ownership (and I'm looking for a new job because of that) the current temperatures are poison for my writing skills. Or less my skills, but my willingness. Enough of my complaining. Here is the next part. Enjoy! The Colliding of Empires "Thats it, we're out of here." Leia wasn't sure, if she had ever seen Han move so fast. One moment he was leaning almost comfortably in his pilot-seat, the next second he was bent over his controls, his body tense and a look of pure concentration on his face. "Han, we ... ." "Chewie, shields up and weapons ready." "Han, we ... ." "Janson, it looks like you get that action you ... ." "Don't, Lieutenant. HAN." Leia shouted. "WHAT?" The Corellian shouted back. "Would you please calm down and have a look? This ship isn't here for us. They're in a parking orbit and their engines are down. At the moment they don't know about out presence. If we act stupid now, we're giving our position away and raise suspicions." "Why else would they be here? First ORD Friggas and now Nal Hutta. That can't be a coincidence." Han argued, but he put his hands away from the helm. "If you'd be trying to ambush somebody, would you have your ship in a parking-orbit? Would you have your shields down and your thrusters in stand-by-mode?" Leia asked. "That depends, sweetheart. If i would be hiding behind a planetary horizon active shields and thrusters could give me away. A Commander making an ambush might think, that the element of surprise and the range of his weapons will compensate for limited manouverability." "But we don't know why they're here. Even if we feel different, the galaxy doesn't rotate around us. Or do you think, that ImperialIntelligence has penetrated the Alliance-Council and got wind of our mission?" "Don't bet against it, sweetheart." Han grumbled. His faith in the leadership of the Rebellion or - to be more precise - his faith in some of the members of the High Council had never been that great. "Then why didn't they send a Star Destroyer? Why a new kind of ship? If it is a new ship at all." "To have deniability. To be able to deny their involvement in some things. To keep their hands clean. When I was at the academy part of the reasoning for the continued military build-up was the existance of extra-galactic invaders. That was ten years ago and maybe somebody on Coruscant has thought, that the time is right for some of them to show up." Han explained. "Don't be ridiculous. At that time Palpatine still had to worry about the senate, which isn't the case anymore. Besides, if for the twenty-five-thousand years of the Old Republic no extra-galactic invaders appeared, why should they now?" Leia asked. "Your Highness, ... ." "Perhaps after twenty-five-thousand years its about time?" Han suggested. "Your Highness, ... ." C3-PO tried again. "Yeah, what is it, Goldenrod?" "I just wanted to suggest, that we make contact with Durga the Hutt. Instead of wasting time with useless speculation we could simply ask him. As our host he is waiting for our call and as an important person on his world he probably knows more about the people inside this alien ship than we do." Both of them, Leia and Han looked at C-3PO. "You know, Goldenrod, sometimes you have really good ideas." Han muttered. "Chewie." "Thank you, Master Solo." It took several moments to establish communications between the Falcon and Durga the Hutt's residence on Nal Hutta. Han first had to talk to a servant at the com, than Durga's majordomus and finally the huge, bloated face of Durga himself appeared. "Princess Leia Organa, welcome to Nal Hutta." "Greetings, Lord Durga. On behalf of myself and the Alliance to Restore the Republic." "I wasn't sure you and your Rebellion would follow my invitation, but now that you're here I'm glad about it." "Since the goal of the Alliance is the liberation of the galaxy from the Empire so all species can live in peaceful co-existance with each other, how could we refuse, Lord Durga?" "A nice speach, your Highness." The edges of the cavity serving as the Hutt's mouth turned upwards. "I'm looking forward to continue this conversation under four eyes, your Highness." "Six eyes." Han grumbled. No matter what, he wouldn't leave Leia alone with the leader of a Hutt-Kadjik. He was concentrating on piloting the "Falcon", but kept an ear on Leia and Durga exchanging pleasentries. " ... and to be honest, a few years ago I wouldn't have imagined to initiate an attempt at allying myself and my species with a group as yours, your Highness." "Necessity and common enemies make strange allies, Lord Durga." Leia answered. "Oh yes, your Highness. They make - how do you humans say? - strange bedfellows." This caused Han to wince, but the sound was overpowered by a snort from Durga. "I've never understood the connection between political alliances and mating-practices you're species seems to be so obsessed about, but perhaps you're able to enlighten me once the initial talks are over." Han could very well imagine, what Durga had in mind with Leia enlightening him, but perhaps he was just seeing things and the Hutt was only making innocent small-talk. Yes, that was it and Bantha's could fly. "I don't know, if I'm able to satisfy your curiosity in this regard." Leia answered tactful. "But speaking of curiosity, while I'm hesitant to boast with the experience of my entourage they HAVE seen a lot of things, but on the way in-system we discovered a ship nobody of them has seen before. It is currently in orbit over Nal Hutta and several times larger than a star destroyer and aside from our curiosity we now wonder, if there is reason for concern?" "That would be the "Vasco da Gama"." Durga explained. "There is no reason for concern, your Highness. If what its owners claim is true the ship is a modified freighter serving as the flagship of their organisation the "Free Merchants from Olymp". I took the liberty to invite their leader - one Roi Danton - to the banquett, that serves as cover for our negotiations. I hope you don't have a problem with that, your Highness." "Of course not, Lord Durga. In fact, I'm looking forward to meet the man." Leia noticed the signs Han was giving her. "If you would excuse me Lord Durga, there is something i have to take care of." She terminated the com-connection. "What is it Han?" "I was listening to this oversized slug flirting with you and I think i have an explenation for our unknown friends out there." He pointed in the vague direction of where the spherical ship was supposed to be. "The core-ships of the Trade-Federation built by Hoersch-Kessel were spherical, too and the organisation was lead by a Viceroy. Viceroy, Roi Danton. The similarities are to big to be a coincidence, so they have to be done on purpose. I think the Empire is trying to re-establish the Trade-Federation. A trade-organisation has to be pretty big to make an impact on galactic economy, what means a lot of credits and resources have to be invested. The great shipping-conglomerates wouldn't back possible competition and the other megacorporations have no reason, too. So this "Free Merchants" must be backed by the Empire." Leia looked at him with raised eye-brows. "That is ridicilous. Why would the Empire do something like that? And the original Trade-Federation became one of the most hated factions of the CIS during the clone-wars, so why risk all the resentment connected to it?" "To bring the Outer Rim under its control. It is the only territory of space left aside from the Unknown Regions in the galactic halo, that isn't under tight control of the Empire. There are only a few worlds with the military capabilities to cause trouble for the empire and the population is very low if compared to the core. Certainly not enough to dispatch huge fleets with lots of ships into the area. At the same time the Outer Rim is a refugee for pirates, smugglers and insurrectionist movements like our alliance for exactly this reason. Not to mention all the resource-rich, but otherwise barren star-systems in the Outer Rim. So what do you do, if you want to exploit those systems, patrol the space-lanes connecting them, fight pirates and develop the region economically, but don't want or can't use your military? You let somebody else do it. An officially indenpendant group, which is in reality a secret proxy of you. The Empire and Coruscant would no longer be responsible for what is going on in the Outer Rim. And contrary to the cozy coreworlds you and most other people grew up on many worlds of the Outer Rim were members of the Trade-Federation or allied with her during the clone-wars. They had their own reasons to distrust the Old Republic and Coruscant." "I doubt it would pay off. Not with all the smugglers and pirates out here." Leia argued. "Don't be so sure of that, sweetheart. We're talking about MY area of expertise here. Before the clone-wars the Trade-Federation had almost a monopol on the trade in the Outer Rim and their ships were armed and armored enough to make live difficult for all, but the largest and best equipted pirate-groups." Han sighed. "If I'm right and the Empire succeeds with this operation a lot of small traders and smugglers will be out of business and the pool of suppliers and supporters of the Alliance will dry out." Leia's mouth turned into a thin line. She hadn't thought that far. The possible consequences for the Alliance were frightening. "I guess once the Empire has a trade-monopol in the Outer Rim, they'll try to expand it into the rest of the galaxy." "Nationalizing the entire trade and shipping-business of the galaxy." Han added darkly. "Another piece of freedom lost." "You know Han, i think we should get to know this Roi Danton a little better." Leia stated grim. --- "You are sure this report is genuine?" Fetton Mord, Commodore of the Empire's 115th Anaxes-Destroyer-Squadron asked the head of his onboard Intelligence-Department. "Yes, Captain. Twelve out of fifteen reports from this source have been shown to be correct, so we consider it to be trustworthy. According to this several high-ranking members of the Rebellion are on their way to Nal Hutta for a meeting with the Kadjik-leaders." "Well, under those circumstances it would be impolite to not pay a visit to the Hutts, don't you think, Colonel?" Mord, already seeing himself delivering the rebels to Palpatine and his promotion to Admiral as reward, turned to his bridge-crew. "Communications, inform the squadron about our new destination. Helm, plot a course to Nal Hutta." -----signature----- My first completet story: Pride's Prize: http://boards.theforce.net/message.aspx?topic=22758760 "In the Battle of Coruscant alone, hundreds of millions of battle droids saw action on the ground and in space. " Insider #86 - The story of General Grievous
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Omar_Hawk Registered: Apr '05	Date Posted: 7/31/06 1:00am Subject: RE: The Colliding of Empires: A Star Wars / Perry-Rhodan-Crossover AU
	A new Post at last. I already lost my hopes. ;-) But too short. Hope the next update wouldn't last so long.
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Barbarossa_Rotbart Registered: Jun '04	Date Posted: 8/4/06 6:00am Subject: RE: The Colliding of Empires: A Star Wars / Perry-Rhodan-Crossover AU
	I think I know that will happen. Roi will flirt with Leia and learn the Truth about the Empire. The Empire will attack Nal Hutta to capture the rebels but Roi will help them to escape aboard of his ship. -----signature----- "Holy crap! The jawa has a gun!" Brendon Frines (Jedi knight in training): "Hilfe! Die wollen den Osterhasen klonen!" Never underestimate a Wookiee, especially if he is much more intelligent than a Rodian merc.
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Spike2002 Title: FF-UK RSA Arena Manager Registered: Feb '02	Date Posted: 8/20/06 3:55pm Subject: RE: The Colliding of Empires: A Star Wars / Perry-Rhodan-Crossover AU
	Sorry I've missed this for so long. I keep forgetting there is still a Classic Fan Fic section An excellent update, and some good covering of galactic history, and reasoning from Han and Leia related to the Trade Federation. Even if they're wrong Looking forward to the next update. -----signature----- "It may be that our role on this planet is not to worship God, but to create him." - Arthur C. Clarke I agree with halibut Master to Louis_Skywalker
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Barbarossa_Rotbart Registered: Jun '04	Date Posted: 9/12/06 6:18am Subject: RE: The Colliding of Empires: A Star Wars / Perry-Rhodan-Crossover AU
	I've been waiting here for so long And all this time has past me by It does'nt seem to matter now -----signature----- "Holy crap! The jawa has a gun!" Brendon Frines (Jedi knight in training): "Hilfe! Die wollen den Osterhasen klonen!" Never underestimate a Wookiee, especially if he is much more intelligent than a Rodian merc.
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FTeik Registered: Nov '00	Date Posted: 11/26/06 11:46am Subject: RE: The Colliding of Empires: A Star Wars / Perry-Rhodan-Crossover AU
	Sorry for the long delay. I wanted to have the next chapter finished long ago, but I was away from home for several days and the last two weeks I was down with a really bad flu. I hope I have the next chapter finished next sunday. -----signature----- My first completet story: Pride's Prize: http://boards.theforce.net/message.aspx?topic=22758760 "In the Battle of Coruscant alone, hundreds of millions of battle droids saw action on the ground and in space. " Insider #86 - The story of General Grievous
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ironduke57 Registered: Aug '04	Date Posted: 11/26/06 11:59am Subject: RE: The Colliding of Empires: A Star Wars / Perry-Rhodan-Crossover AU
	That would be great!! Regards, ironduke57 -----signature----- Star Trek - to boldly go, where Perry Rhodan has gone before!
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FTeik Registered: Nov '00	Date Posted: 12/4/06 8:02am Subject: RE: The Colliding of Empires: A Star Wars / Perry-Rhodan-Crossover AU
	Well, here we go. You have no idea how long I've searched for the english terms for Roi Danton's wardrobe. The Colliding of Empires Nom Anor stood on one of the landing-platforms of Durga the Hutts palace-fortress and watched the descent of the diskus-shaped vessel. According to its owners the craft was a "Space-Jet". He had learned, that its name was "Sanglier" and that it served as personal transport for Roi Danton, a name he had never heard before. He had also learned, that this Roi Danton was King of an Organisation, which called itself "Free Traders of Boskyk's Star", a group he had never heard of before, too. Nom Anor had also never heard from a sun or system that belonged to a man called Boskyk. Nom Anor didn't like things he didn't know about and since he didn't know anything about a Roi Danton or "Free Traders" or Boskyk's Star he was nervous and had felt compelled to have a personal look at these strangers himself. Not that he would have had a choice in the matter, since Durga had ordered him to greet their guests anyway. Which was the reason, why he was now standing on a landing-platform and had to endure the natural climate of Nal Hutta. Watching the small ship coming closer and closer he cursed the shapers of the ooglith-masker he was wearing. Not because he was a vain man and the masker concealed his true and glorious features of a Yuuzhan Vong faithful to the gods and successful on his mission, but because the ooglith-masker failed to filter the smell of Nal Hutta. Oh, he could understand the need for the living dress to give him access to every sensory input of what was going on around him, but Nal Hutta with its sick plant-life, the pollution responsible for it and its swamps had an unique odor of its own. The waste-functions of the living organisms used by the Yuuzhan Vong instead of technological devices had their own unpleasent smell of course, but it was still a healthy smell. During the few years he had been among the infidels of the galaxy he was in Nom Anor had learned, that some of the industrial facilities produced strong smells of their own, but those had had their own flavour of belonging where they were, too. Here on Nal Hutta however, it looked as if the worst of both worlds had come together to produce a stench, that was hard enough to test even the most faithful of Yun-Harlas disciples. As if to make matters worse it had also started to rain. It was only a light rain, but Nom Anor and his small entourage of Gamorreans and Nikto were still soaking wet when the disk-shaped Space-Jet set down. How typical of the avaricious Durga to have no force-field covering the landing-platform. Realizing, that he was wishing for one of the infidels blasphemous devices to provide to his comfort Nom Anor muttered another curse. There would be no place for him among his own people, if he allowed himself to be corrupted by the pleasures and comforts the infidels technology created. He couldn't allow himself to become weak and decadent. The spy of the Yuuzhan Vong vowed silently to either convince the warriors to blow the planet out of its misery or to convince the shapers to completely re-shape its enviroment. And he would be there to see it. A buzzing sound forced Nom Anor out of his day-dreams. Biting on his lower lip and enjoying the quick sting of pain he concentrated his thoughts on the here and now where they belonged. A hatch opened in the ventral half of the Space-Jet and a ramp was lowered. As soon as it touched the ground a small man pranced down. Nom Anor registered the bluish skin and thick brown hair of the figure with interest, but his remaining eye went wide when he saw, what the man was carrying in front of him. Something that looked a lot like a drum. The native of the Wega-system came to a halt in front of the ramp and stepped to the side of the ramp, while he completely ignored Nom Anor and his entourage. "Mademe e Messieurs, Ladies and Gentlemen, Worthy and Unworthy Ones, be ready to welcome his Royal Majesty Roi Danton, King of the Free Traders of Boskyk's Star." Drumsticks seemed to appear out of nowhere in the hands of the Ferron, who brought them down on the instrument in a drums roll, that caused Nom Anor to stand straighter. But instead of the King of the Free Traders a roll of fabric rolled out of the Space-Jet, down the ramp and over the surface of the landing-platform. The Yuuzhan Vong was forced to jump back when the thing didn't come to a halt in front of him immediately. Suddenly stopping to move further the piece of fabric turned to a dark red colour and Nom Anor noted with interest, that it seemed to levitate a few centimeters above the ground and didn't get wet by the rain. "Roi Danton, King of the Free Traders of Boskyk's Star." shouted the Ferron again and Nom Anor was grateful, that the small humanoid had stopped to beat the drum for the announcement, only to stiffen again when the man from Wega pressed a button on his instrument and suddenly an entire orchester seemed to play. Two figures appeared at the top of the ramp and started to walk down the red carpet laid out for them, while the Hymn of the Free Traders sounded through the sky of Nal Nutta and Nom Anor couldn't decide, who of the two figures was the more colorful one. Roi Danton was dressed in full "uniform". A large, feather-ornamented tricorne on top of a full-buttomed, powdered wig, his face equally powdered the King of the Free Traders wore a red tail-coat with buttons made of gold and howalgonium over a black veste with yellow buttercups and blue forget-me-net embroidered on it. Knee-long breeches, white socks and black shoes completed the picture of a french nobleman from the eighteenth century. On a long chain around his neck Roi Danton wore a lorgnette and attached to his belt an epee. To Nom Anor, whose people despised everything that even closely resembled playfullness or decadence and who thought of themself as highly disciplined it was a picture right out of a nightmare. Consequently the appearence of the second man was more to his liking. Oro Masut's clothing resembled a musketeers uniform with black tricorne, tunic, trousers and boots, while buttons and laces were made of silver. A purple sash added a third colour to his wardrobe. He was armed with an antique looking pistol and an epee, that was - to be in line with Oro Masuts size of two hundred sixty two centimeters - the size of a claymore. Combined with the scarred face Nom Anor could easily picture this man to be one of Yun-Yammka's favourites. Unfortunatly the entire effect was ruined by the huge umbrella the ertrusan bodyguard held over the head of his friend and monarch. Slowly the two Free Traders walked down the ramp with Roi Danton more levitating than walking, while the Hymn of their organisation tortured the ears of the welcome-committee. --- "Your Highness. On behalf of my Master Durga Besadii Tai, let me welcome you on Nal Hutta." "Thank you. On behalf of the Alliance to restore the Republic, let me express my gratidue and that of the Alliance High Command for your friendly welcome." Leia answered the tall, gaunt Twi'lek Durga had sent to greet them, surpressing unpleasent memories of Bib Fortuna. The diplomatic team of the Rebel-Alliance was still standing inside the protective shelter of the Falcon's boarding-ramp, while Durga's majordomus was getting soaked by the rain. "And you are?" "Tyl Che'Vara. Majordomus to Lord Durga." Che'Vara turned to Han. And a welcome to you, too, Captain Solo. Lord Durga is anxious to see you again." "My pleasure." Han Solo commented dryly, while Chewbacca only barked a short "whuff". Had that been a warning or just small-talk? "A little rainy today, isn't it?" "Yes it is." the majordomus answered, ignoring the smug sound of the question. Considering his origin from a dry and hot world Tyl Che'Vara didn't seem to be bothered by the cold rain. Maybe he had had enough time to get used to it. "Now, if you'd please follow me, I've prepared everything." Turning around and making a wink to somebody unseen, the action of the majordomus caused Han's hand to drop on the holster of his DL-44. But the caution of the corellian smuggler was unneccessary, because from the shadows of Durga's palace four Gamorreons appeared, carrying something that looked suspiciously like a canopy. "Lord Durga's personal dais. Once he heard of the bad weather my Master didn't hesitate to sent his escort." "We appreciate the gesture." Leia answered politely as she stepped below the dais. "Must accumulate a lot of man-hours over the years." Han muttered. "A weather-control-system might be cheaper in the long run." "Han." Leia hissed. "Plans for such a system have existed for centuries. But the great Kajiics could never agree on how to share the costs. Some argue, that the costs be evenly divided, others depending on how much of their business is directly managed from Nal Hutta and others depending on how many members of a Kajiic are at average on planet." Che'Vara explained. Leia felt Han's questioning look and she understood the reason for it. Here they were on a vital mission for the rebellion in their fight against the empire, in need of new friends and now they learned, that their supposed new allies couldn't even agree about something as mundane as a weather-control-system for their planet. She remembered similar tales from her foster-father about the senate of the Old Republic, before Palpatine had turned it into an assembly of bootlickers and yes-men and hoped, that more urgent demands would cause the Hutts to be more cooperative. Demands like living free and secure from the Empire. They were just about to start walking towards the palace, when an agitated voice caused them to stop. "Mistress Leia, Captain Solo, what about me? Don't you want me to come with you?" Han sighed and turned back. "I'm sorry, C-3PO, I forgot about you. Could you please stay aboard and have a talk with the hyperdrive-control? On the way here I noticed, that one of the motivators is a little itchy and I thought you could have a look on things?" Han hoped, that the over-anxious droid understood the hidden message. "Are you sure about that, Captain? Not that I want to doubt your judgement, but when I talked to the ship everything ... ." Of course 3PO hadn't understood. For once everything was alright with the Falcon, but Han didn't want the droid with them in case things got ugly. He also didn't felt comfortable with leaving C-3PO alone with his ship, but there was no other place, where he could put him. "Yes, I'm sure. I want you to look out, so things aren't dangerous when we leavy." "Hint, hint, I hope you understood that, C-3PO." Han thought. He did. "Of course, Captain. Although my counterpart R2-D2 would be better suited for that task I will see, what I can do." Translation: I wish Master Luke were here with us. "I know. But at the moment you are the best we have." Han turned back to Tyl Che'Vara. "We can go." While they walked towards the palace with C-3PO staying behind Leia muttered: "You were very friendly to C-3PO." "Yes. Sometimes I manage to surprise myself." Han answered with a smug grin. "But somebody, but for somebody who knows you better this exchange would have sounded more than a little suspicious." the princess whispered. "Fortunatly you and Chewbacca are the only ones, who know me a little better." "We should still work on a real private code as soon as the opportunity arises. Otherwise we'll always have to improvise." Han chuckled at that. The way things were going, they would always be to busy for something like that. --- Deep inside the palace, protected by several layers of thick walls, armored doors, automated traps and scores of armed guards Durga Besadii Tai was resting on his mobile dais and watching the arrival of his two groups of guests. Neither Nom Anor nor Tyl Che'Vara were aware of the hidden cameras. Durga himself had programmed a single maintainance-droid to distribute the devices inside the entire fortress over a number of days. It never hurt to be ahead of ones underlings, especially underlings like Nom Anor. Always since the successful murder-attempt on Durga's father, the great Aruk the young Kajiik-leader had suffered from a more than healthy dose of paranoia and for some time now Aruk's offspring was hunted by the feeling, that something was wrong with his advisor. Thinking about it, the feeling had started around the time when the rebels had agreed to accept his invitation. With his large eyes turned to slits Durga watched Nom Anor standing in the rain. The signs of the discomfort his advisor was experiencing were impossible to overlook. He was an odd one, this Nom Anor. A thug without a doubt, but not one of the usual simpletons. Had it been anybody else on that landing-platform Durga would have attributed the renouncing of protection against the rain as an attempt of playing tough-guy, but with Nom Anor there seemed to be a deeper motivation at work. A motivation that appeared to be in conflict with the man's longing for some creature-comfort. Very interesting and possibly based on Nom Anor's species-background. Thinking about it Durga realized, that he didn't knew, which species Nom Anor belonged to. Until now he had assumed, that the man belonged to one of the countless off-shots from the basic human ancestry-tree, that had managed to occupy every corner of the galaxy. Unfortunately that wasn't much to work with and suddenly Durga wasn't so sure about allowing Nom Anor into his inner circle being a good idea. Oh yes, the man's performance had been flawless and his advice had been profitable, but that changed nothing about the fact, that something felt wrong. Reaching into a bassin next to his dais Durga picked a pickled bug and shoved it into his mouth. Moving the dainty around with his tongue the leader of the Besadii decided, that it was time for a more thorough look into Nom Anor's background and if the result wasn't satisfying ... . He swallowed the bug and burped. There was a reason he had sent Nom Anor to greet those "Free Traders". If this Roi Danton was somehow in league with Nom Anor their behavior on the landing-platform - when they believed themself to be unobserved - should give them away. The arrival of those "Free Traders" at the same time when they expected the legation of the Rebel-Alliance was suspicious. Durga wasn't sure, if he should feel disappointed or relieved, when the cermony of welcome didn't reveal anything. Perhaps the arrival of the "Free Traders" at this special point of time was just coincidence. Or Nom Anor and his accomplices were better actors, than Durga had thought. Maybe they would betray themself at the coming banquett. The still young Hutt turned his attention to the other monitor, the one displaying the legation of the Rebel-Alliance. Leia Organa, Han Solo, the Wookiee Chewbacca, all three on the "most wanted"-lists of the Empire, but where was Luke Skywalker? The wanne-be-Jedi was the main price, all the others were less important. Durga remembered the events that had caused the late Prince Xixor's demise and the role Skywalker had played in them. And if the reports from Tatooine about the death of Jabba were true ... . Durga also remembered the dire warnings of Darth Vader's agents to not harm the boy. In that case the instructions from the Empire were conflicting. Darth Vader wanted the boy unharmed. The Emperor had made it understood, that he wanted Skywalker dead. Considering the hacking-order of the Empire Durga was supposed to kill the boy, but the Hutt had his doubts, that following the orders of the Emperor would save him from Darth Vader's wrath. Perhaps it was for the better, that the boy wasn't with his friends, it would be difficult enough to contain them without a lightsabre-wielder causing trouble and it would be safer for Durga, if he didn't have to anger one of the two most powerful men of the galaxy by fullfilling the demands of the other one. With a sigh Durga picked another bug and swallowed it. The next few days promised to be very interesting. Just how interesting, he had no idea about. -----signature----- My first completet story: Pride's Prize: http://boards.theforce.net/message.aspx?topic=22758760 "In the Battle of Coruscant alone, hundreds of millions of battle droids saw action on the ground and in space. " Insider #86 - The story of General Grievous
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