Belly of the Beast

2004 short story by Louis Turfrey and Mark Newbold

Thirty-Eight years after Episode IV – A New Hope

 

 

   “So let’s assume he survived.  Where do you think he is?”

The Twi’lek looked furtively about and crept a little closer over the table, his Lekku twitching.

   “They say he is on a prison planet, a planet once rich in ore but that now acts as a supply base for the Ki-Ki scum.”

The man in black nodded and placed a credit chip on the table, but didn’t release it.

   “In Setnin space?”

The Twi'lek nodded again, looking even more nervous. His head tails moved involuntarily. The man in black seemed unaffected by the informant’s mood; he simply leaned forward, dropping his voice and the credit chip.

   “Tell your friends that I will release the thermal detonator in my right palm unless they back off and move out of the bar.” He brought his hand up, opening his palm slowly in front of the Twi’lek. “I’ll survive the explosion.  You will not.”

The Twi’lek slipped back in his chair, revealing the device to all in the bar. There was the noise of several intakes of breath. The Twi’lek nodded and made a signal with his hands. Several seats moved back under tables and the sound of footsteps echoed into the distance.

   “Good call. It would be a waste to lose your life over a piece of information.” The man in black flicked a switch on the thermal detonator and it started to whine. He raised his voice, standing as he did so, and addressed the room. “You have two minutes to leave this establishment before the detonator blows.” He dropped it on the table in front of the startled Twi’lek. The Twi’lek stretched for the credit chit, but the bounty hunter shot something at the outstretched hand from a unit attached to his wrist. A thick slime pinned the Twi’lek to the table. The bounty hunter picked up the chit and placed it on the bar directly opposite the exit.

   “The glue takes one minute to disperse.  Enough time to get to safety. Who knows, you may even have time to get the money as well.”

He turned his back on the Twi’lek and moved towards the door, past the now empty bar seats and tables. “If you try to switch off the detonator it will explode.”

 

 

As he moved out of the cantina, people shifted away from him rapidly. He noted the smell of fear as it pervaded the filters in his helmet and smiled grimly to himself. Good, he’d made sure that people would remember him today. As he reached the end of the street he heard the door to the cantina slam open and then the rapid breathing of a man running for his life followed by a muffled explosion as the mini-thermal detonator exploded. Its five metre range might just have reached the edge of the bar area. Ranth smiled to himself as he entered the nearby docking area.

The docking bay appeared empty as he entered, but he knew he was being watched. A quick thought and the small, localised target scanner built into his helmet started to scan for electronic devices. Nothing. He switched to infrared, and then went through all the light and radiation settings that his equipment could use. As he started to climb towards the microwave bands he saw a thin line appear on his view plate. It was scanning across the docking bay and seemed to be searching for something. He smiled and ran quickly up the now open ramp of his ship. Once inside he checked his communications board and opened up a coded channel.

   “You could have just called.”

There was a brief delay before the screen came to life. Daemon Garr, these days better known as Lord Raven of the shadowy Raven Corporation smiled on the monitor.

   “True, but that would not have been nearly so enjoyable. Any news on our lost captain yet?”

Ranth removed his helmet and shook his head at his colleague and current employer.

   “Some. I have a good idea of what planet he is on.  Now all I need do is track him down.”

Garr smiled, his sharp teeth fully visible in a wide fanged grin.

   “Good. I know you prefer to work alone, but will you require backup?”

Ranth thought for a moment, and then he had an idea.

   “Bearing in mind what you told me before this mission started why not send Lomona and Centaur?”

Daemon smiled even more broadly.

   “You have a wicked mind Ranth. I will ask them. I see no reason why they’d refuse; after all, they did agreed to help me find the missing VSD.”

 

  

   “What did he want?”

Ryath looked nonchalantly across at Jan as he entered the empty and darkened conference room deep in bowels of the hidden S.D.F gunship Colossus as it trawled through an uncontested region of the Soluman Delta Gulf, and noticed the thoughtful if slightly concerned expression.

   “He asked if we’d help Ranth provide a distraction while he releases Mendip Khan.”

Ryath’s hand stopped half way to his mouth. He placed the glass of water he’d brought in with him carefully on a desk and sat down beside Jan.

   “Then we’ve got a problem. There’s too much going on here at the moment for us to just leave and go on a search and rescue mission.”

Lomona nodded slowly.

   “True.  Things are moving fast with the Ki-Ki. Terrie has told me about some top secret, undercover ops that have infiltrated the Ki-Ki underworld and we’ve started to take back some ground.  We’re needed right here.”

Ryath nodded in response to that and raised an internal eyebrow, knowing that one of those undercover operatives was Frans Latka, Jan’s former fiancé.  Indeed, it was a busy time, and as Jan had said they were needed as much as ever.

   “Alright, bearing that all in mind if we help rescue Mendip Khan we’ll be feeding ourselves and the S.D.F to the Saranac wolves.”

Lomona smiled and finished the sentence.

   “And if we don’t, there’s the chance that both Ranth and Khan will be killed. Which will tick off our buddy Lord Raven.  And maybe make him choose which side of the fence he’s finally going to come down on.”

Centaur nodded, using that moment to down his drink in one go. Jan filled in the silence.

   “So what do you say? It might be fun?”

 

 

   “Where is he?”

Ryath sat at the sensor board of the Berone Sunrise and scanned the immediate area, shaking his head in consternation.

   “I haven’t a clue. If he’s here then he’s shielding himself. And if he isn’t, then he’s late.”

This time it was Jan’s turn to shake his head.

   “Ranth is never late, he’s way too starchy for that. He must be scanning the area to see if we‘ve been followed.”

Centaur turned his head to Jan, raising a quizzical eyebrow.

   “Fair point.  So where is he? Your new sensor suite should detect a stealth carrier, let alone a heavily armed bounty hunters ship.”

Jan smiled at Centaurs impatience. He knew the current situation was less than ideal, but Centaur was rarely jumpy. It wasn’t in his character. Jan was about to what was wrong, when there was a clunking noise and the freighter reverberated slightly. He turned to his readout.

   “No way,” He turned to Ryath. “He’s here.”

Ranth dropped the cloaking field as he dropped into the sensor shadow of Jan’s ship. The Berone Sunrise was easily twice the size of his modified stealth fighter, and upgraded with some of the best sensor suites in the galaxy; which made it all the more enjoyable for Ranth to take his old friends by surprise. He opened a direct communications link to the other ship.

   “Permission to dock Captain Lomona?”

There was a muffled exclamation at the other end of the com, and Ranth could hear some off-colour profanities in the background.  Ryath answered the com.

   “Granted, but don’t you think the point is moot. You’ll have to tell me where you learned that little trick.”

Ranth smiled to himself as he heard more muffled yelling in the background.

   “Is Lomona alright? It sounds like he’s choking?”

Ryath’s voice was edged with a touch of humour as he answered.

   “Let’s just say he’s a little short on subtlety at the moment.”

 

 

The two craft exited hyperspace on the edge of the system. The smaller fighter detached from the larger transport and seemed to disappear from view. The transport came to a halt, its sleek lines barely reflecting the light from the distant sun. Onboard the freighter, two men sat patiently.

   “Twenty hours at full burn and he will be on the edge of the Leogard Dust Cloud. Four hours after that and we make our move.”  Jan shook his head slowly. “Why do I get the feeling that there’s a lot here that we don’t know about?”

Ryath looked across at Jan and they both smiled at each other, remembering old times.

   “Reminds me of those jobs you did for Cipple.  He always gave you just enough information to temper your curiosity, but never enough to get you into too much trouble.”

Jan nodded at Ryaths comment, as his memory slipped backwards to those more carefree times – times when the fate of Setnin didn’t constantly rest in the balance of his actions.

   “I suppose I should be grateful he gave me the sensor parameters that I need to track him. Think he’ll make it through?”

Ryath nodded, his attention focussed on the sensor readouts.

   “He’ll make it through.  Making it out, that will be the miracle.” He switched his display across to Jan’s screen and the pilot saw what Centaur was implying. Sitting at the edge of the system, its power levels at minimum, was an Imperial Star Destroyer.

   “Is that a Ki-Ki ship?”

Centaur looked across at Jan.

   “This is your ship Captain. You telling me you can’t read a sensor shadow now?”

Jan frowned, but bit back his reply. They were both tense and not without cause, so much rested upon this mission. If it was a success there was a chance that the shaky alliance between the Raven Corporation and the S.D.F would dissolve rapidly. If it wasn’t, then Raven might see that as a reason to end their alliance anyway. And then there was Ranth, the resurrected bounty hunter. It was spooky enough having a dead man walking around, but what about the formerly homicidal son of a dead man who was just lucky enough to have his memories as well? Jan wasn’t convinced that the combination of the two was a good idea.

   “Let's see if we can creep quietly closer to that ISD. We need to know which side they’re working for.”

 

 

Belly of the Beast

2004 short story by Louis Turfrey and Mark Newbold

Thirty-Eight years after Episode IV – A New Hope

 

Histories – Following on indirectly from Always a Price, this sees Lord Raven finally ask Ryath Centaur and Jan Lomona to honour their agreement and rescue the captured captain Mendip Kahn.  Despite being up to their necks in S.D.F business, they agree, knowing that their actions could swing the Raven decision on which side to ultimately assist during the tail end of the conflict.

 

Cast of Characters

 

Tar Ranth

Daemon Garr

Ryath Centaur

Jan Lomona