The lift opens. Han and Sodarra step into an unkept communal lounge. In the center of the room sits a holoconsole. The image of a Twi’lek female gyrates to lewd music. A dozen sleeping cubicles are arranged around the lounge area. Although each cubile has four walls and a door, razor wire serves as a ceiling for all.
Two humans armed with blaster pistols and four Gamorreans carrying vibroaxes occupy the lounge. Judging by the dark gray suits they wear, they do not reside in this establishment. They have smashed open cubicle 452.
“Vader’s agent lives in a public dormitory?” Han whispers. The lift door closes behind them.
Sodarra shrugs. “He is Togorian. Try to take one of these gentlemen alive.”
“Easier said than done,” Han mutters. He considers his options. He can fire at the Gamorreans. Although they are probably not the brains behind the group, they are certainly the muscle. The trouble with his plan is that there are more Gamorreans than Han can shoot at once.
He can also try to bluff the hoods into surrendering. Han favors this plan, but he is acutely aware that his con-jobs sometimes fail – especially with unversed accomplices. Or he can fire at the humans, hoping that the Gamorreans will not be such a problem without their bosses.
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