Slave Ship (Star Wars: The Bounty Hunter Wars, Book 2)

"How many times, wondered Boba Fett, could he die--and yet not die? Someday it would be all over for him..." Fett fans take note: Star Wars: Slave Ship features the (in)famous bounty hunter as he chases after the largest bounty ever offered--by tracking down renegade stormtrooper Trhin Voss'on't. The story, book 2 in The Bounty Hunter Wars series, jumps back and forth between the time of Star Wars: New Hope and Return of the Jedi in a series of convoluted plot twists that involve everyone from Emperor Palatine and Darth Vader to Zuckuss and Bossk. Written by well-known SF writer K.W. Jeter (whose first novel, Dr. Adder , was praised by Philip K. Dick as "stunning"), Star Wars: Slave Ship is in many ways a perfect serial novel--it raises as many new questions for the next installment as it solves from the previous one. Neelah's identity is finally revealed, but how did she end up in Jabba the Hutt's palace? You'll have to wait and see. --C.B. Delaney A ruthless enemy threatens Boba Fett with a fate worse than death. . . From the Publisher A ruthless enemy threatens Boba Fett with a fate worse than death. . . From the Inside Flap He's both feared and admired, respected and despised.xa0xa0Boba Fett is the galaxy's most successful bounty hunter.xa0xa0Now he finds himself the hunted in the oldest game of all: survival of the fittest.The once powerful Bounty Hunter's Guild has been shattered into warring factions.xa0xa0Now the posting of an enormous bounty on a renegade Imperial stormtrooper is about to start a frenzy of murderous greed.Hoping to fuel rumors of his death, Boba Fett abandons his ship, Slave I, and sets out to claim the prize.xa0xa0Yet his every move leads him closer to a trap set by the cunning Prince Xizor.xa0xa0Fett will die before becoming Xizor's pawn in the Emperor's war against the Rebels.xa0xa0And he may have to.xa0xa0For in order to gain his freedom he must outwit a sentient weapon that feeds on human spirits.xa0xa0Then he must escape a galaxy of deadly enemies who want to make the rumors of his death a reality. ared and admired, respected and despised.xa0xa0Boba Fett is the galaxy's most successful bounty hunter.xa0xa0Now he finds himself the hunted in the oldest game of all: survival of the fittest.The once powerful Bounty Hunter's Guild has been shattered into warring factions.xa0xa0Now the posting of an enormous bounty on a renegade Imperial stormtrooper is about to start a frenzy of murderous greed.Hoping to fuel rumors of his death, Boba Fett abandons his ship, Slave I, and sets out to claim the prize.xa0xa0Yet his every move leads him closer to a trap set by the cunning Prince Xizor.xa0xa0Fett will die before becoming Xizor's pawn in the Emperor's war against the Rebels.xa0xa0And he may have to.xa0xa0For in order to gain his freedom he must outwit a sentient weapon that feeds on human spirits.xa0xa0Then he must escape a galaxy of deadly enemies who want to make the rumors of his death a reality. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. NOW .xa0xa0.xa0xa0. (during the events of Star Wars: Return of the Jedi) Fear is a useful thing. That was one of the best lessons that a bounty hunter could learn.xa0xa0And Bossk was learning it now.Through the cockpit viewport of the Hound's Tooth, he saw the explosion that ripped the other ship, Boba Fett's Slave I, into flame and shards of blackened durasteel.xa0xa0A burst of wide-band comlink static, like an electromagnetic death cry, had simultaneously deafened Bossk.xa0xa0The searing, multi-octave noise had poured through the speakers in the Hound 's cockpit for several minutes, until the last of the circuitry aboard Fett's ship had finally been consumed and silenced in the fiery apocalypse.When he could finally hear himself think again, Bossk looked out at the empty space where Slave I had been.xa0xa0Now, against the cold backdrop of stars, a few scraps of heated metal slowly dwindled from white-hot to dull red as their molten heat ebbed away in vacuum. He's dead, thought Bossk with immense satisfaction. At last. Whatever atoms had constituted the late Boba Fett, they were also drifting disconnected and harmless in space.xa0xa0Before transferring back here to his own ship, Bossk had wired up enough thermal explosives in Slave I to reduce any living thing aboard it to mere ash and bad memories.So if he still felt afraid, if his gut still knotted when Boba Fett's dark-visored image rose in his thoughts, Bossk knew that was an irrational response. He's dead, he's gone .xa0xa0.xa0xa0. The silence of the Hound 's cockpit was broken by a barely audible pinging signal from the control panel.xa0xa0Bossk glanced down and saw that the Hound 's telesponder had picked up the presence of another ship in the immediate vicinity; according to the coordinates that appeared in the readout screen, it was almost on top of the Hound's Tooth .And--it was the ship known as Slave I .xa0xa0The ID profile was an exact match.That's impossible, thought Bossk, bewildered.xa0xa0His heart shuddered to a halt inside his chest, then staggered on.xa0xa0Before the explosion, he had picked up the same ID profile from the other side of his own ship; he had turned the Hound's Tooth around just in time to see the huge, churning ball of flame fill his viewscreen.But, he realized now, he hadn't seen Slave I itself.xa0xa0Which meant .xa0xa0.xa0xa0.Bossk heard another sound, even softer, coming from somewhere else in his own ship.xa0xa0There was someone else aboard it; his keen Trandoshan senses registered the molecules of another creature's spoor in the ship's recycled atmosphere.xa0xa0And Bossk knew who it was. He's here. The cold blood in Bossk's veins chilled to ice. Boba Fett .xa0xa0.xa0xa0. Somehow, Bossk knew, he had been tricked.xa0xa0The explosion hadn't consumed Slave I and its occupants at all.xa0xa0He didn't know how Boba Fett had managed it, but it had been done nevertheless.xa0xa0And the deafening electronic noise that had filled the cockpit had also been enough to cover Boba Fett's unauthorized entry of the Hound's Tooth ; the shrieking din had gone on long enough for Fett to have penetrated an access hatch and resealed it behind himself.A voice came from the cockpit's overhead speaker, a voice that was neither his own nor Boba Fett's."Twenty seconds to detonation." It was the calm, unexcited voice of an autonomic bomb.xa0xa0Only the most powerful ones contained warning circuits like that.Fear thawed the ice in Bossk's veins.xa0xa0He jumped up from the pilot's chair and dived for the hatchway behind himself.In the emergency equipment bay of the Hound's Tooth, his clawed hands tore through the contents of one of the storage lockers.xa0xa0The Hound wasn't going to be a ship much longer; in a few seconds--and counting down--it was going to be glowing bits of shrapnel and rubbish surrounded by a haze of rapidly dissipating atmospheric gases, just like whatever it had been that he had mistakenly identified, as Boba Fett's ship Slave I .xa0xa0That the Hound would no longer be capable of maintaining its life-support systems wasn't Bossk's main concern at this moment, as the reptilian Trandoshan hastily shoved a few more essential items through the self-sealing gasket of a battered, much-used pressure duffel.xa0xa0There wouldn't even be any life for the systems to support: a small portion of the debris floating in the cold vacuum would be blood and bone and scorched scraps of body tissue, the rapidly chilling remains of the ship's captain. I'm outta here, thought Bossk; he slung the duffel's strap across his broad shoulder and dived for the equipment bay's hatch."Fifteen seconds to detonation." A calm and friendly voice spoke in the Hound 's central corridor as Bossk ran for the escape pod.xa0xa0He knew that Boba Fett had toggled the bomb's autonomic vocal circuits just to rattle him.xa0xa0"Fourteen .xa0xa0.xa0xa0." There was nothing like a disembodied announcement of impending doom, to get a sentient creature motivated.xa0xa0"Thirteen; have you considered evacuation?""Shut up," growled Bossk.xa0xa0There was no point in talking to a pile of thermal explosives and flash circuits, but he couldn't stop himself.xa0xa0Under the death-fear that accelerated his pulse was sheer murderous rage and annoyance, the inevitable-seeming result of every encounter he'd ever had with Boba Fett. That stinking, underhanded scum .xa0xa0.xa0xa0. The scraps and shards left by the other explosion clattered against the Hound 's shielded exterior like a swarm of tiny, molten-edged meteorites.xa0xa0If there was any justice in the universe, Boba Fett should have been dead by now.xa0xa0Not just dead; atomized.xa0xa0The fury and panic in Bossk's pounding heart shifted again to bewilderment as he ran with the pressure duffel jostling against his scale-covered spine.xa0xa0Why did Boba Fett keep coming back? Was there no way to kill him so that he would just stay dead?"Twelve .xa0xa0.xa0xa0."It wasn't fair.xa0xa0He hadn't even had the chance to lean back in the pilot's chair and feel the warm glow spread through his body, the sweet tranquility that came with annihilating one's enemies.xa0xa0And Boba Fett had been his number-one antagonist; Bossk had lost track of the humiliations he had suffered at the other bounty hunter's hands.xa0xa0There had even been times when he had teamed up with Fett, and had still wound up the loser, gazing into the narrow visor of Fett's helmet and sensing a sneer of triumph on the face concealed by the Mandalorian armor.xa0xa0Granted, on one of those occasions when he'd gone in league with Boba Fett, Bossk's own secret agenda had been to kill him--but that he'd failed only went to show what a cruel, uncaring place the universe was.xa0xa0It was just as old Cradossk, his father, had instructed him in those long-ago days before being murdered by Bossk: Nobody ever helps kill himself, even when he should .xa0xa0.xa0xa0. "Eleven," the bomb's voice said.No time for self-pity.xa0xa0Bossk wiped all thoughts other than self-preservation from his mind.xa0xa0His pulse raced at the welcome sight of the escape-pod hatch directly in front of him.xa0xa0With one hand, Bossk pulled the pressure duffel higher up on his back as his other hand reached desperately for the entry controls at the side of the hatch, still a couple of meters away.xa0xa0There were no cross-passages in this section of the Hound's Tooth, no angle from which Boba Fett could leap out or take a blaster shot at him.xa0xa0He still had a chance to get away."Ten .xa0xa0.xa0xa0."The point of Bossk's claw hit the big red button for which he had been aiming.xa0xa0With a sharp hiss, the escape pod's hatch slid open, revealing the cramped, spherical space within; he'd have to be folded up, his knees in his face, the whole time he'd be in there. Which beats dying, Bossk quickly reminded himself.xa0xa0He threw the pressure duffel inside, then scrambled in after it."Ni--" The hatch zipping back into place cut off the bomb's relentlessly placid voice.Bossk reached around the duffel and hit the pod's disengage and release buttons.xa0xa0His shoulders pressed hard against the curve of the hermetically sealed shell.xa0xa0The inadequate space was a humiliating reminder of another time when he had fled from Boba Fett in an emergency escape pod; the memory still rankled inside him.Outside this pod, he could hear muffled clanking and creaking sounds, as the Hound 's machinery rotated the pod into eject position.xa0xa0"Come on .xa0xa0.xa0xa0." Bossk's voice grated in his throat.xa0xa0The devices clicked through their programming with a sickening lack of haste.xa0xa0The noises changed to grinding and scraping, the pod shuddering as though it were about to come to a halt without even leaving the Hound's Tooth behind.xa0xa0He had never used this escape pod before, and had even considered yanking it out of the ship as useless deadweight; his basic Trandoshan nature had always made it an instinctual response, to stand and fight rather than turn and run.xa0xa0Factoring Boba Fett into the equation, though, yielded a different result.This pod at least had a viewport.xa0xa0Through the tiny aperture, barely the size of his hand, Bossk suddenly saw an expanse of stars; the launchport on the exterior of the Hound 's hull must have finally irised open.xa0xa0His guess was confirmed when his spine was suddenly jammed back against the hatch behind him as an intense burst of thruster fire shot the pod out into space and away from the ship.Hound's Tooth, and how fast this escape pod was hurtling through space, he still might not be in the clear; the bomb's explosion might wash over the pod like a planetary tidal wave, only of fire, not seawater.xa0xa0Bossk's claws curled into fists as he pictured himself being cooked inside the escape pod, like an unhatched egg being poached.Wait a second.xa0xa0Another thought came to him.xa0xa0Boba Fett wasn't self-destructive; the other bounty hunter had undoubtedly gotten off the Hound's Tooth as soon as he had set the bomb ticking down to detonation.xa0xa0So his ship Slave I --the real Slave I, not the decoy that had given off the same ID profile--must still be in this immediate sector.xa0xa0And in range of an overlarge explosion.xa0xa0Bossk relaxed, letting his chest ease against the pressure duffel that he had wrapped himself around.xa0xa0That simple calculation dissipated some of the fear that had coiled around his spine.xa0xa0He wouldn't set off something, thought Bossk, that would kill him as well.Another voice spoke aloud, in the confines of the escape pod.xa0xa0"Five .xa0xa0.xa0xa0."Bossk's eyes snapped open.xa0xa0His grip on the duffel tightened as his gaze darted from one side of the escape pod to the other."Four," said the calm, familiar voice of the bomb.Terror made the voice inside Bossk's head nearly as expressionless.xa0xa0It's in here.xa0xa0Boba Fett had planted the bomb inside the escape pod."Three .xa0xa0.xa0xa0."A surge of adrenaline coursed through the Trandoshan's body.xa0xa0He shoved the pressure duffel away from himself, cramming it against the concave side of the sphere.xa0xa0His claws raked across the pod's interior, scrabbling to find the explosive device.xa0xa0Something smaller than his own fist would be enough to reduce him and the surrounding metal to dissociated atoms.xa0xa0It's got to be here, he thought furiously, somewhere .xa0xa0.xa0xa0.Hot sparks stung his face as he yanked handfuls of circuitry loose from the escape pod's minimal control banks.xa0xa0An air hose, jerked free from one of its sockets, hissed and wavered in front of Bossk like an expiring snake.xa0xa0The stubby cylinders and curved module panels of the pod's auxiliary equipment battered against his forearms and chest as he swore and pulled at everything he could get his claws upon."Two .xa0xa0.xa0xa0."The unhurried voice came from a small blue cube that Bossk held between his hands.xa0xa0He knew that it was the bomb; it had been stuck to an atmosphere-scrubber grid with a spot of utility adhesive, not yet dry.xa0xa0Frantically, he looked about for some way to eject the box from the escape pod.There wasn't any."One."Inside the pod, the space was so tight that Bossk couldn't stretch his arms to full length.xa0xa0He shoved himself back against the ripped-apart junk, turned his face away--for all the good that would do--and thrust the bomb against the opposite side of the pod, near the tiny viewport.Nothing happened.He was still alive.xa0xa0Slowly, Bossk brought his gaze back around to the blue cube, held by his hands against the pod's curved wall.xa0xa0The device was silent, as though the last of its words had been drained from it.xa0xa0Clutching it in one hand, he drew it closer to himself and examined it.One corner of the cube had popped open.xa0xa0Bossk cautiously inserted the point of one claw and pried it open.Nothing inside--at least nothing that looked like an explosive charge.xa0xa0He peered into the empty space.xa0xa0The only contents were a miniaturized speaker and a few preprogrammed vocal circuits.Bossk tossed the cube away from himself in disgust.xa0xa0It hadn't been a bomb at all.xa0xa0And he hadn't felt the impact of a bomb, in the distance outside the escape pod, so there probably hadn't been one placed aboard the Hound's Tooth either, of any size or destructive capability.xa0xa0If he hadn't given in to panic and hadn't abandoned the Hound -- if he had stayed there and had gone toe-to-toe with Boba Fett, he might have settled his accounts with his enemy once and for all, and still have been in possession of his own ship.xa0xa0Now where was he? Bossk's elbows rubbed uncomfortably against the cramped confines of the escape pod, made even more so by the bits and pieces jumbled around him now.xa0xa0At least he hadn't damaged anything essential, as far as he could tell; there was still air to breathe, and the pod's navigational circuits appeared to be in operative condition.xa0xa0They had already locked on to Tatooine, the nearest habitable destination; the planet's familiar image now filled the viewport.xa0xa0It wouldn't be too long before the pod would descend through the atmosphere and land somewhere on the surface.xa0xa0Probably, brooded Bossk, in some wasteland.xa0xa0That was how his luck seemed to be going.xa0xa0Then again, there wasn't much besides wasteland on Tatooine, so the chances of anything else weren't good.As he shifted position inside the pod, the contents of the pressure duffel poked him in the ribs.xa0xa0At least he had managed to get some things off the Hound's Tooth ; valuable things.xa0xa0It was comforting to know that fear hadn't wiped out every other instinct inside his head.xa0xa0His natural Trandoshan greed had remained functioning.xa0xa0Whether he would be able to profit from what he'd salvaged--that remained to be seen.He reached over and picked Read more