Star Wars - [Galaxy Of Fear 07] - The Brain Spiders (by John Whitman)

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Star Wars

Galaxy Of Fear 7

The Brain Spiders

by John Whitman

PROLOGUE

In the middle of a wide chamber sat a high table. A tray next to it was covered with sharp metal

instruments. On the table, a man struggled desperately, but his arms and legs were held down with

unbreakable straps. Several figures glided out of the shadows. One of them wore a long brown robe that

hid his face. "Is everything ready?" he asked. Another nodded. "We can begin." The first figure pulled

back the sleeves of his long brown robe and from the tray picked up a wicked-looking blade. "Please,"

said the man on the table. "I didn't do any- thing. Let me go!" The figure in the brown robe did not

respond. "I'm begging you," the man pleaded again. "I didn't do anything. Please don't hurt me! " The

dark figure smiled. "Hurt you? You don't under- stand. I am not going to hurt you. I am going to show

you the mysteries of the universe." He held up the sharp blade, which had many jagged sawlike teeth, and

nodded to his companion. "All right, let's remove his brain."

"Welcome to Koda Spaceport. Welcome zzzzz! to Koda Spzzzzzz! port..." The hospitality droid was

programmed for one simple task to welcome visitors to Koda Space Station. But one of those visitors

had fired a blaster shot through the droid's main computer, frying its circuits. The tall, humanoid droid

shuf8ed back and forth in the huge gateway, repeating his welcome over and over again. Tash and Zak

Arranda, along with their uncle Hoole, stood at the entrance to the spaceport. "I can't believe no one's

even bothered to fix him," Zak said sympathetically. Tash looked past the droid into the passageway

beyond. Blaster burns and scrawled graffiti covered the walls. Trash littered the Aoor. She couldn't tell

exactly what kind of trash it was, but from the smell, she guessed it was old food, spilled drinks, and

other things she didn't want to think about. "Looks like no one's bothered to fix a lot of things around

here." Hoole frowned. The lines on his long, gray face deep- ened. "I did not suspect Koda would be in

such a state of disrepair. Still, it is a busy port, and a good place to hide. Let's proceed." The tall Shi'ido

led them past the shuAiing droid and into the spaceport.

Koda was a tiny, insignificant spaceport in a small, back- water corner of the galaxy. The nearby

planets were sparsely inhabited by a few poor settlements. The only peo- ple who came to Koda were

local farmhands looking for excitement and bored smugglers looking for trouble. "Stay close to me,"

Hoole ordered his niece and nephew. Zak glanced back down the hall at the damaged droid. He sighed.

"I miss Deevee." Tash nodded. "I do, too. But he's happier now." DV-9 had been their uncle's research

droid. He had also been Tash and Zak's caretaker and friend. The droid had been heavily damaged

during some recent adventures. They had been able to repair him, but Deevee told them, "I be- lieve I've

had all the excitement my servos can take."

Hoole had agreed to free the droid from service. It wasn't fair to keep dragging him around the galaxy

espe- cially since they were still wanted by the Empire. With Tash and Zak's help, Hoole had been able

to destroy a secret scientific experiment run by the Empire. Unfortunately, their victory had also made

them a terrible enemy: Darth Vader. Zak, Tash, and Hoole had managed to escape his clutches, but now

they were on the run, wanted in every star system in the galaxy. All this was too much for the damaged

droid. Deevee had retired to the Galactic Research Facility on the planet Koaan. "I wish I was with

Deevee now," Zak muttered as they waded through the trash-covered hallway. "Oh, don't be such a

baby," Tash said. "A little garbage won't kill you." Tash saw her younger brother scowl at her. She

shrugged. Lately, he'd seemed awfully immature to her. After all, she was thirteen heading toward

fourteen and he was only twelve, not even a true teenager yet. "Anyway, we've been through worse,"

Tash went on confidently. "This place is nothing we can't handle. Right, Uncle Hoole?" "Wrong." Hoole

had just stopped at the entrance to the spaceport's cantina. It was made of a hard, see-through material

called transparisteel. On the far side of the entryway, they could hear screams, shouts, and laughter

mixed with the sounds of glasses shattering and furniture smashing. Something Tash couldn't tell if it was

a very large person or a very large couch banged into the transparisteel door like it had been thrown by

a giant. Zak started to speak. "It's like " " the end of the world," Tash interrupted. "Yeah," he agreed.

"No, look," she said, pointing at the sign on the door. "This place is called 'The End of the World.' "

"Aptly named," Hoole said. "This is the worst-run es- tablishment I've ever seen. Even more dangerous

than a cantina I once visited on Tatooine. I think you two should return to the ship." "Why?" Tash

objected. Hoole turned his steady gaze on his niece. "Tash, I need to make sure there is no Imperial

activity at this spaceport. I also need to decide what our next move will be. A cantina like this is the best

place to acquire information. However, it is not the best place for children." "Children!" Tash blurted out.

"Uncle Hoole, we're not kids and we've been through worse than this." Hoole paused. It was true. Tash

and Zak had been through some frightening adventures. But all that was be- hind them now. There was

no need to take unnecessary risks. "Please return to the ship. I will meet you there

shortly," he said. Then he turned and walked into the End of the World. "Okay by me," Zak said. "I'm

about ready for things to get back to normal, anyway." He motioned to Tash. "What do you say we go

back to the ship and play a few holo- games. I might even let you win at Starbattle!" Tash frowned.

"Hologames are for kids," she grumbled, and quickly followed Hoole into the noisy gloom of the cantina.

Tash blinked as her eyes adjusted to the darkness. She hadn't meant to snap at Zak like that he was her

best friend. But lately she'd started to feel, well, older than her brother. After all, she would be fourteen in

a few weeks. Also, she had recently become aware of her sensitivity to the Force, the mysterious power

used by the ancient Jedi Knights. Squinting, Tash searched for Hoole, but the cantina was so dark that

she could barely see where she was going. Besides, Hoole was a Shi'ido, and the Shi'ido were shape-

changers. The moment he stepped into the dark bar, Hoole could have transformed into any shape in the

galaxy. The only real light leaked out of a row of tiny lamps over the squid-shaped head of the bartender.

Tash saw many humans lined up at the bar, as we11 as a few alien species. There was a long-snouted

Kubaz, a small group of pudgy Kitonaks, and a horn-headed Devaronian. But most of the customers

seemed happier hiding in the shadows. A bulky figure sitting at a nearby table suddenly let out a deep

sigh, and Tash found herself engulfed in a cloud of smelly t'bac smoke. "Hey!" she said without thinking.

"You blew that smoke right in my face!" She threw an angry glance in the direction of the smoker, and

found herself looking into the ugliest face she had ever seen. One of the smoker's eyes was wide and

bloodshot, but the other was so Aat and squinty that it looked as if one side of his face had been crushed

by a gravity well. His nose was wide and Aat, and it bent in two different direc- tions as it grew down

from his forehead. His mouth was twisted into a permanent snarl. He had no neck just two huge, sloping

shoulders and a pair of arms thicker than Tash's waist. "Yeah, I did," the smoker agreed with a growl. He

blew another cloud of smoke that made Tash cough. "Stop it!" Slowly, the smoker stood up. He was

almost as tall as a Wookiee. He leered down at Tash. "Who's going to make me, little girl?" "I *' Tash

swallowed. She knew she should just back off, but she hated being called little girl. "I will," she said

weakly. The bar fell silent. Everyone waited to see what the huge being would do. The smoker looked at

Tash again, then threw back his head and let loose a roar of laughter. Tash felt her cheeks

burn with embarrassment. When the creature was done laughing, he put one huge hand on her head.

Then he bent down to look her in the eye. "Little girl, I would eat you for lunch if you were big enough to

make a meal. You're lucky Drudo found me someone else to eat. Now run along before I decide to have

an appetizer." He spun Tash around so she was facing the opposite direction, then gave her a gentle

shove that sent her stum- bling across the dark cantina toward the exit. A ripple of laughter followed her.

When she regained her balance, Tash fumed. She didn't care how big that bully was he didn't have the

right to embarrass her. She walked up to the bartender. "I want to see the owner." The squid-headed

bartender blubbered something in a thick, liquid-sounding language. It sounded like laughter. Then he

said in Basic, "He's in the back room. But you don't want to disturb him. He's not in a very good mood."

"Yes, I do," Tash said stubbornly. The smoker had in- sulted her, but she decided to handle the situation

like an adult. She would register a complaint with the management. She strode over to a door next to the

bar and stepped through as it slid open. Tash found herself in a small, brightly lit room. A man in a white

apron stood with his back to her, working over a

table. /I' "Excuse me," she said. "It's not ready!" the man yelled, whirling around. As he did, Tash saw

that the table was covered in blood. Then she looked at the man's hands. In one hand he held a

blood-stained vibroblade. In the other he held a still-beating heart.

The man stuck the throbbing heart in Tash's face and snapped, "Is this what you want?" Tash jumped

back in surprise and terror, trying to shut the horrible sight from her eyes and the smell from her nose.

"No!" she shrieked. The man blinked and looked at Tash again. "Wait a min- ute. You're not a Whiphid."

"No, I'm not," Tash said, her own heart pounding faster as the one in the stranger's hand began to slow;

"I I'm Tash." The man grunted. "Sorry. Thought you were one of those Whiphid brats. There's a family

of 'em in the cantina. Been pounding the tables asking for their meal for the last half hour." He jabbed his

blade at the pile of guts on the table. "Whiphids are born hunters. Only like fresh meat." Glancing at the

table again, Tash realized that the blood and body parts belonged to a slaughtered nerf, not a sen- tient

being. Not that that makes things much better, she thought, shuddering at the sight of the animal's

remains. But at least she knew the manager wasn't some kind of mass murderer. The man plopped the

heart on the table and wiped his hand on his smock. "Name's Drudo. I run the End of the World.

Wha'd'ya want?" Tash took a deep breath. "I was in your cantina when a big man with a smashed face

blew smoke at me, Then he threatened me. I want you to throw him out." Drudo laughed almost as

loudly as the bully had. He stabbed the blade down into the table so that it stuck there, quivering. "Big

guy, you said? Smashed face? Was he about this tall?" Drudo stood on his tiptoes and stretched his hand

up as high as he could. '-'Yes, that's him," Tash replied. She felt more confident. This Drudo was treating

her like an adult, and it looked like he was going to help her. "Can't help ya," Drudo said. "What?" Tash

blurted. "Why not? You own this place, and I'm a customer. That man was rude to me!" "Listen, kid,"

Drudo drawled. "You're lucky all he hurt was your ego. You got any idea who he is?" Tash bristled at the

word kid, and shook her head. Drudo went on. "Well, I'll tell you. That there's Karkas, the most wanted

criminal in about a hundred light-years.

He's got the death sentence in at least two dozen star sys- tems. Everyone and I mean everyone

wants that. guy dead or behind bars. The Rebellion is after him, and so is the Empire. They say he's. even

wanted by a crime gang called Black Sun. You know how many people he's mur- dered?" Again, Tash

shook her head. "Exactly ninety-one," Drudo said, glaring at Tash. "You know how I know?" "How?"

Tash asked. "Because every time Karkas kills someone, he carves the letter K right on their forehead."

The cantina owner drew the symbol in the air just millimeters from Tash's face. "Ninety-one times. Kid,

that monster would swallow you whole and then forget he'd ever seen you. You're lucky to have walked

away with your life.*' "I agree," said Hoole. Tash jumped. She hadn't seen or heard Hoole enter the

room. He could be so quiet, sometimes she thought he floated across the floor. Hoole put a hand on

Tash's shoulder. "I believe I re- quested that you return to the ship for your own safety." "Yes, but " she

started to say. "I apologize for any inconvenience," Hoole said to the cantina owner. Drudo picked up his

knife and started hacking into the organs the Whiphids had ordered for lunch. "No problem. Not like she

was keeping me from anything interesting." Keeping one hand firrnly on Tash's shoulder, Hoole es-

corted her quickly through the cantina and back down the hallway. "Uncle Hoole, I could have taken

care of myself," she insisted as they approached their ship. "I doubt it," the Shi'ido said sternly. "This is a

most dangerous place." "If it's so dangerous, why did you bring us here?" The slightest of frowns crossed

Hoole's face. "An error. I was hoping to find someone with the skills to help us evade the Empire, but this

place is too far out of the main space lanes. No one here has the equipment we need. We'll have to go

somewhere else for help. Somewhere I had hoped never to visit again." "Where?" Tash asked as they

boarded the ship. Hoole barely glanced at her. "To the palace of Jabba the Hutt."

An hour later the Shroud was traveling smoothly through hyperspace on its way to the planet of

Tatooine. Zak and Tash had been there once before, when Hoole needed a favor from the gangster

called Jabba the Hutt. But back then, Tash had been preoccupied with other troubles, and she hadn't

paid much attention to the planet or its people. That 's because Uncle Hoole always seems to know

where we 're going, she thought. He 's always leading us around

... like we were little kids. But I'll bet if I knew more about Tatooine, I could help him. Activating the

computer in her cabin, Tash called up in- formation on the planet Tatooine. There wasn't much. It was a

desert planet, a giant ball of dust spinning through space, with only a few small settlements and one busy

spaceport called Mos Eisley. "Still, there's got to be something unique about the place. Otherwise, why

would Jabba the Hutt make his home there?" Tash asked herself. She found a computer file that

contained a detailed report on Tatooine. "Aha! I'll bet I can find something here Uncle Hoole doesn't

know." But her hopes were dashed when she saw who had writ- ten the report. It was Hoole! He had

studied the planet years before and written an eyewitness account of its inhab- itants. Tash knew that

Hoole was an anthropologist and that it was his job to study different cultures. But there were so many

mysteries surrounding her Shi'ido uncle that she'd nearly forgotten he had a job. "He really does study

people," she reminded herself. She skimmed the report, but read more closely when she fouod mention

of a group of people called B'omarr monks. They seemed to be religious students, seeking knowledge

and trying to understand the mysteries of the universe. Tash wondered if their studies included the Force.

Tash was fas- cinated by the ancient Jedi Knights and the Force that gave them their power. And even

though she'd recently learned that the Force was with her, too, she had no one to teach her how to use it.

Now that I'm getting older, she thought, I'll need a teacher. Maybe the B'omarr monks can help. Reading

on, she smiled. Uncle Hoole had called his re- search work boring, but his report was filled with drama.

On Tatooine, he had been chased by tribal savages called Sand People and had nearly been captured by

Imperial stormtroopers. Wherever Uncle Hoole went, Tash thought, trouble seemed to follow. ALERT!

ALERT! ALERT! Suddenly, the lights in her cabin went out, and the small red emergency light blinked as

alarms blared in her ears. Tash leaped a full meter out of her seat. That was the collision alert! They were

going to crash! Scrambling to her feet, Tash threw herself at the door. As it slid open, she stumbled out

into the hallway to find... .. -. Zak, standing in the corridor, laughing hysterically. There were no alarms in

the hallway. No emergency lights. No crash. Just Zak, giggling and holding two wires that were con-

nected to a panel in the wall. He had cross-circuited the alarm system in her cabin. "Gotcha!" he said,

tears of laughter rolling down his cheeks. Tash scowled. "Grow up!" she snapped angrily.

Zak chuckled, but the look on his sister's face took the fun out of his prank. "Hey, it was just a joke."

"Yeah, funny," she said coldly, "if you're in pre- school." She turned and stalked down the hallway

toward the cockpit, leaving her brother standing there with his crossed wires. Tash trudged into the

cockpit and slumped down in the copilot's seat. At first, Hoole ignored her as he busily punched

commands into the ship's console. Finally, with- out looking her way, the Shi'ido said, "There was a

distur- bance back there. What was it?" Tash gave her head a world-weary shake. "Zak, trying to play

an immature joke." She sighed. "Kids." Hoole glanced at her out of the corner of his dark eye. "Indeed."

Tash waited. When her uncle said nothing more, she added, "Why is he such a child? I mean, by the time

I was his age I had already read half the library on Alderaan. Mom and Dad were talking about sending

me to an academy for advanced students." Tash felt her throat tighten when she mentioned her parents.

They had been killed when the Empire destroyed Alderaan, turning Zak and Tash into orphans with one

blast of the Death Star's superlaser. "I mean," she went on, "why doesn't he just grow up?" Hoole turned

toward her, his long gray face unreadable. "He is growing up, Tash. In his own way."

1A "Well, he's sure taking his time about it," she said, looking down at her boots. The Shi'ido cast a

meaningful glance at her, but she missed it. "Perhaps he is in no hurry," Hoole said. "One should never be

in a hurry to grow up." He was about to say more, but a signal from the ship's hyperdrive indicated they

were leaving hyperspace. They had arrived at Tatooine. Hoole took the ship smoothly to sublight drive

and steered it toward the giant yellow planet that appeared be- fore them. "Is it safe for us to visit

Tatooine?" Tash asked as the ship entered the hot atmosphere. "We are wanted by the Empire, aren't

we?" "Yes," Hoole agreed. "But the Empire is a big place, and news doesn't always travel quicldy.

Besides, Tatooine is so remote, I doubt the Imperials here would even care about us." The flight

controllers at Mos Eisley gave them per- mission to land at Docking Bay Ninety-four, and Hoole guided

the Shroud down to the landing platform. No one had asked them their business, and no Imperial ships

had appeared to intercept them. Tash and Hoole met Zak in the corridor. "You see," Hoole said to his

niece, "there's absolutely no danger here." He opened the hatch. But as he did, a white-armored

boot lashed out and kicked him in the stomach. The Shi'ido stumbled backward as five stormtroopers

leaped into the

ship, their blasters drawn. One of the Imperials spoke from behind his armored helmet. "You are all

under arrest." A fat Imperial oKcer waddled into the ship behind the troopers. His brown uniform barely

held his belly in place. His chubby cheeks were damp and red from Tatooine's heat, but he managed to

look threatening as he raised his blaster. "Who are you?" the officer asked. Tash held back a shudder.

The Imperials had found them. She tensed, expecting to feel the deadly heat of a blaster bolt at any

moment. Hoole slowly rose to his feet. "I am an anthropologist," the Shi'ido explained without giving his

name. "These are my... research assistants." It was a bad lie, but the stormtrooper hardly noticed.

"Where is Karkas?" "Who?" Hoole asked.

"The criminal," Tash whispered. The stormtrooper heard her. "Affirmative. He was spot- ted at the

Koda Spaceport and then vanished. Three ships departed the spaceport at the time of his disappearance.

Two of the ships, including this one, were tracked on courses for Tatooine. Now, where is he?" Hoole

carefully explained the mistake. They did not know Karkas, and they had certainly not allowed any crimi-

nals on board their ship. Tash told the o%cer that she had seen Karkas in the Koda cantina and that the

cantina's owner had told her about the mark Karkas left on his vic- tims but that they had not seen him

since. Hoole con- cluded, "The fact that our ship left at the same time he disappeared is pure

coincidence." The Imperial oKcial seemed to believe him but only after his troopers had thoroughly

searched the ship and found no sign of Karkas. "Very well," the officer said. "You are free to go where

you wish on Tatooine. But," he said, looking at Tash, "if you spot him again, inform me immediately.

Contact the Imperial garrison here and ask for Commander Fuzzel." The officer tried to suck in his round

gut as he said, "A good thing for you Karkas was not here. That fugitive has quite a price on his head.

When I find him, I intend to make him regret the day he was born. Now, on your way."

Hoole, Zak, and Tash hurried out of the docking bay. Zak cast a nervous glance back over his

shoulder. "That was not prime," he said as soon as the Imperials were out of earshot. "We could have

ended up in a detention block faster than a Hutt can count credits." "Indeed," Hoole said without turning

around. "Fortu- nately for us, Commander Fuzzel was more concerned with finding Karkas than with

checking our identification." As they leA the docking bay, they had to pass through another checkpoint.

But this one was designed to track peo- ple leaving the planet. An Imperial soldier waved Hoole and the

two Arrandas through as they examined the identifi- cation of two departing humans dressed in long

brown robes. "Those are the tallest Jawas I've ever seen," Zak said. "They are not Jawas," Hoole said.

"They are B'omarr monks. It is strange to see them out and about, let alone leaving the planet. The

B'omarr monks usually keep to their chambers to study. Come, we must find transportation into the

desert." They tried to rent a landspeeder from a local merchant. "Five hundred credits," the merchant

demanded. "What?" Zak and Tash gasped. Hoole glanced back at the Imperial troopers patroling the

town. "Very well," he said. "But that's way too high," Tash insisted. "Transports are in high demand," the

dealer explained. "The Imperials say there is a lot of criminal activity on

gqtooine these days. They take speeders to use in their searches. Then the locals want speeders to

avoid the Impe- rials. Bad news for you, but it keeps me in credits. By the zpy,'' the merchant added,

"what is your destination?" Hoole paused. "The palace of Jabba the Hutt." "In that case, the price is

double," the merchant said, lowering his voice. "I've lost too many speeders that way. Visitors go out to

Jabba's palace... and they are never seen again." It took only three hours to ride from Mos Eisley to

Jabba's palace, but the trek seemed much longer under the blaze of Tatooine's two suns. Just when Zak

and Tash thought they would faint from the heat, Zak spied an enor- mous castle nestled among the

rocks of a dry mountain range. It was the palace of Jabba the Hutt, the most feared gang- ster in the

galaxy. Zak and Tash had been here before, but that didn't make them feel any safer. The fortress pulsed

with danger. Jabba was as unpredictable as he was powerful. The fact that they had left Jabba's palace

unharmed last time meant nothing. Many beings passed through his doors never to be seen again. They

were admitted by the sentry droids, and then were stopped brieAy by two Gamorrean guards piglike

crea- tures armed with huge axes. As they went on, a Twi'lek appeared out of the darkness. Two wormy

tentacles grew out of the back of his head. The Twi'lek had draped the tentacles over his shoulders, and

he stroked them thought- fully as he studied the newcomers. "Bib Fortuna," Hoole said, addressing the

creature, by its name. "I seek a meeting with Jabba." "You return," Bib Fortuna whispered in a heavy

accent. Tash noticed that his teeth were as sharp as fangs. "Perhaps Jabba not so generous with you this

time, eh?" "I'll take that chance," Hoole replied. Fortuna let out a hiss from between his sharp teeth. Zak

and Tash realized he was laughing. "Follow." Then he turned and walked down the corridor as silently as

a wraith. They hurried after Fortuna, who vanished through a round portal. Hoole, Zak, and Tash sped

after him. Zak sprinted a little ahead of the others and was about to reach the portal when something

scuttled out of the shadows. Zak glanced over to see a giant spider ready to attack!

"Help!" he shouted, leaping backward. But the spider reversed course on spindly legs that made

metallic clicks against the stone floor. "Relax, Zak," Tash teased. "It's only a spider-shaped droid."

"Yeah," he replied. "But look what it's carrying." Attached to the spider droid's small body was a glass

jar filled with yellow-green liquid. Floating in the liquid was a solid mass of grooved gray matter. A brain.

"It's a brain spider," Tash said. "Remember? We saw one the last time we were here."

"Yeah, but what are they for?" Zak asked Hoole. "We can discuss them later," Hoole replied. "We are

at the throne room." They stepped through the portal and looked down on a scene of utter chaos.

Jabba's audience chamber was just as Tash remembered it crowded with aliens from a dozen worlds.

There were gangsters, smugglers, thieves, and bounty hunters, all of whom lived in the shadows of the

Empire. They hovered around Jabba's throne like dark moons orbiting a massive planet-. Whenever

anything illegal happened in the galaxy, Jabba the Hutt was sure to be at the center. Something moved in

the shadows nearby, and Zak jumped out of the way, thinking another brain spider had approached.

Instead, something far more dangerous stepped into the light. The bounty hunter Boba Fett. Zak stared at

the killer's helmet, which hid his face. Their paths had crossed once before, on a planet called

Necropolis. "Boba Fett!" Zak gasped. "I I'm Zak Arranda. Re- member me?" The bounty hunter

adjusted the blaster cradled in the crook of his arm. Zak stammered, "Y-You saved me from being

buried alive." The man behind the mask said nothing. Zak saw his own reAection, twisted and warped, in

the face of Boba Fett's helmet. If Fett remembered him, he gave no sign. Without a word, the killer

turned and stalked away.

Zak turned back to the center of the audience chamber. There, Jabba was talking to the local symbol

of Imperial order and authority, Commander Fuzzel. "He must have left for Jabba's palace right after we

did," Tash whispered to Zak. "Silence," Bib Fortuna warned. In the audience chamber, Commander

Fuzzel stood be- fore Jabba's throne. "Excellent work, Jabba," Commander Fuzzel was say- jng. "That's

the third criminal you've turned in this month. The Empire thanks you." From his platform, Jabba the Hutt

rumbled a satisfied laugh. Tash noticed that the sluglike gangster looked bigger than the last time she'd

seen him. He was growing fat on bowlfuls of live eels. "I'll take your thanks," the Hutt re- plied, "but I'd

rather have the reward money. That criminal had a huge bounty on his head." "You'll get the reward,"

Commander Fuzzel said. "All three criminals were wanted dead or alive, and I notice you turned them all

in dead."

The Hutt grinned. "They're less trouble that way. I'll expect the credits to be in my account by morning.

Good- bye, Commander." Zak turned to Hoole and whispered, "What's a gang- ster like Jabba doing

turning criminals over to the Em- pire?"

"Quiet," Hoole replied softly. "Listen." "One more thing," Fuzzel said before leaving the audi- ence

chamber. "There's a rumor that the killer Karkas is on Tatooine. I want him. I'll pay double." "Double?"

Jabba mused. His voice sounded like a rum- bling stomach. The alien crowd watching the conversation

also murmured in surprise. "I will put my best people on it," Jabba replied. "Good day." This time the

Imperial official took the hint and turned around, carrying his rolls of fat out of Jabba's audience chamber.

As he left, Hoole led Zak and Tash before the throne while Bib Fortuna whispered in the Hutt's ear.

"Well, well," Jabba growled. "What brings you three back to my doorstep?" "Jabba," Hoole began.

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StarWarsGalaxyOfFear7TheBrainSpidersbyJohnWhitman PROLOGUE Inthemiddleofawidechambersatahightable.Atraynexttoitwascoveredwithsharpmetalinstruments.Onthetable,amanstruggleddesperately,buthisarmsandlegswerehelddownwithunbreakablestraps.Severalfiguresglidedoutoftheshadows.Oneofthemworealongbrownr...

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