Ferrier's eyes flicked to Luke. 'The mystic Jedi powers have always been exaggerated,' he sneered. But his lips moved inaudibly; and, even as he approached them, five humans and a tall, thin, green-scaled insectoid alien emerged one by one from concealment.
'That's better,' Lando said approvingly, stepping out from behind Luke. 'A Verpine, huh?' he added, waving toward the insectoid alien. 'Got to hand it to you, Ferrier-you're fast. Maybe thirty hours since the Imperials pulled out, and already you're on board. And with a tame Verpine, yet. You ever heard of Verpine, Luke?'
Luke nodded. The alien's appearance wasn't familiar, but the name was. 'They're supposed to be geniuses at fixing and reassembling high-tech devices.'
'And it's a well-deserved reputation,' Lando said. 'Rumor has it they're the ones who helped Admiral Ackbar design the B-wing starfighter. You shifted specialties to palming damaged ships, Ferrier? Or did your Verpine come aboard just for the occasion?'
'You mentioned a deal,' Ferrier said coldly. 'So deal.'
'I want to know first if you were in on the Sluis Van attack from the beginning,' Lando said, matching Ferrier's tone. 'If you're working for the Empire, we can't deal.'
One of the gang, blaster in hand, took a quiet preparatory breath. Luke shifted his lightsaber toward him slightly in warning, and the brief thought of heroics faded quickly away. Ferrier looked at the man, back at Lando. 'The Empire's sent out a call for ships,' he said grudgingly. 'Warships in particular. They're paying a bounty of twenty percent above market value for anything over a hundred thousand tons that can fight.' Luke and Lando exchanged a quick glance. 'Odd request,' Lando said.
'They lose one of their shipyard facilities or something?'
'They didn't say, and I didn't ask,' Ferrier said acidly. 'I'm a businessman; I give the customer what he wants. You here to deal, or just talk?'
'I'm here to deal,' Lando assured him. 'You know, Ferrier, it seems to me that you're in sort of a jam here. We've nailed you red-handed in the process of trying to steal New Republic warships. We've also pretty well proved that Luke can take all of you without any trouble. All I have to do is whistle up Security and the whole bunch of you will be off to a penal colony for the next few years.'
The shadow, which had been standing still, took a step forward. 'The Jedi might survive,' Ferrier said darkly. 'But you wouldn't.'
'Maybe; maybe not,' lando said easily. 'Regardless, it's not the sort of situation a businessman like yourself wants to be in. So here's the deal: you leave now, and we'll let you get out of the Sluis Van system before we drop the hammer with the authorities.'
'How very generous of you,' Ferrier said, heavily sarcastic. 'So what do you really want? A cut of the operation? Or just a wad of money?' Lando shook his head. 'I don't want your money. I just want you out of here.'
'I don't take well to threats.'
'Then take it as a friendly warning for past associations' sake,' Lando said, his voice hard. 'But take it seriously.' For a long minute the only sound in the corridor was the quiet background hum of distant machinery. Luke held himself in combat stance, trying to read the shifting emotions in Ferrier's sense. 'Your 'deal' would cost us a lot of money,' Ferrier said, shifting the cigarra to the other side of his mouth.
'I realize that,' Lando conceded. 'And believe it or not, I am sorry. But the New Republic can't afford to lose any ships at the moment. However, you might try over at the Amorris system. Last I heard, the Cavrilhu pirate gang was using that as a base, and they're always in need of expert maintenance people.' He looked appraisingly at the shadow. 'And extra muscle, too.'
Ferrier followed his gaze. 'Ah, you like my wraith, do you?'
'Wraith?' Luke frowned.
'They call themselves Defel,' Ferrier said. 'But I think 'wraith'
suits them so much better. Their bodies absorb all visible light7some sort of evolved survival mechanism.' He eyed Luke. 'And what do you think of this deal, Jedi? Enforcer of law and justice that you are?' Luke had expected the question. 'Have you stolen anything here?' he countered. 'Or done anything illegal other than breaking into the station's assignment computer?'
Ferrier's lip twisted. 'We also shot at a couple of bizits who were poking their noses in where they shouldn't have,' he said sarcastically. 'That count?'
'Not when you didn't hit them,' Luke countered evenly. 'As far as I'm concerned, you can leave.'
