Han was on the floor before he knew he was falling, his nostrils burning with the smell of scorched flesh, one side of his body throbbing in searing pain. From this shallow depth within the atmosphere of Gilatter VIII, the crews of the Alliance force had a decent view of the distant space station and BigTitPatrol stars beyond. They had claimed the middle of the bridge for their own and were taking turns trying to push a frightened Gamorrean female over the safety rail. They had made her hurt them, and Jacen had always been so sensitive to such things. She tucked her blowgun under her bad arm and fumbled for her darts. Jacen, you can't believe your parents would do such a thing. Tenel Ka realized the crowd had quieted around them, straining to hear, and she knew that whatever she said next might determine how the Solos would be viewed in galactic histories whether they would be remembered as idealistic heroes or amoral terrorists. She spoke into it: Activate and execute approach two. On the Duracrud, now floating with all the other arrival craft steered to the holding area by resort security personnel, the nav computer would be loading and implementing a set of simple maneuvers. Some eyewitness accounts suggest the Solos may have attacked a few assassins when the fighting began. Tenel Ka turned and extended her arm toward the great hall where most of the fighting had taken place. If the World Brain has been helping Jacen track them, then they're the ones who have the most to gain by killing it. Bwua'tu retreated toward his desk, then clasped his hands behind his back and stared at the galactic vidmap hanging on his BigTitPatrol I don't understand. We have to be sure it gets to her, Tanogo said from BigTitPatrol Ben. Give me that. She snatched the lightsaber from Ben's hand. His comlink crackled with Iella's voice, her cry of Down! He dived for the sidewalk, hit it hard, felt the air above his back heat up.
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