“Stay where you are!” Han orders.
“Why?” asks a human.
His question takes Han by surprise and he hesitates.
“Because we are Imperial officers,” Sodarra states evenly. Han groans inwardly; that is exactly the wrong thing to say on Shador. “We have a squad of stormtroopers downstairs,” Sodarra continues.
The hoods laugh, then the humans motion for the Gamorreans to charge. Han fires and a Gamorrean drops. Sodarra’s shot severs a human’s right arm. He screams in agony and his pistol clatters to the floor.
The other three Gamorreans rush Han, and the remaining Man fires at Sodarra. Han ducks the first two Gamorrean axes, then reaches back and presses the call button for the lift. He does not want to tangle with axe-wielding Gamorreans; the pork-faced race is legendary throughout the galaxy for it’s proficiency with polearms.
The flat of the third Gamorrean’s axe glances off Han’s left shoulder. The shoulder goes numb and his arm drops to his side. “What did I do to deserve this?” Han cries. He couldn’t care less about the spy these hoods have presumably killed. In fact, if he worked for Vader, they have done the galaxy a big favor. So Han wonders why he is risking his life to avenge the stoolie’s murder. It isn’t his style. All he wants to do is unload Vader’s crate just before it detonates. This is not his idea of stalling.
The lift doors open. “Come on!” Han calls. “The lift’s here.”
Sodarra shakes his head and fires again. “We must find Taslo.”
Han cradles the blaster barrel with his left arm; it is painful, but at least he can pint it in the right direction. He pulls the trigger and his rifle blazes. “They were waiting for us!”
“It does not matter,” Sodarra answered, dodging a wild vibroaxe swing. “And you must not abandon me!”
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