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worlds, those who came here hoping to do better. Those who lost everything, those who had nowhere else to go. Just creatures living, trying to live.
And those who prey off them.”
“And those looking for the wonderful world of Solace,” Trever said.
Keets chuckled. Then suddenly he reached over and pushed Trever hard. Trever fell to the rough ground.
“Hey, what—”
Then he saw them. The gang had materialized, seemingly out of thin air, but Trever now saw the narrow passageway that snaked off the arched walk. Keets had pushed him out of the way of a stun
dart just in time. Trever looked up and saw that Oryon had already reached for his light repeating blaster from his back holster. Keets held a blaster pistol in his hand. Now Trever saw the streaks
of blaster fire in the darkness, a steady barrage, as the gang moved forward. There were at least fifteen of them, each more brutal-looking than the rest.
Ferus was already running, his lightsaber sweeping in a continually moving arc. The attackers were clearly startled at the ferocity and power he exhibited, not to mention the blaster fire that
suddenly boomeranged back at them. They kept firing as they retreated, shouting curses at Ferus and promising to kill him.
Oryon and Hume kept up a position on Ferus’s flank, each of them firing their weapons. Keets and Rhya were only slightly behind, while Gilly and Spence split up and began to chase the gang
as they gave up firing and fled.
Trever started to roll to his feet. The fissures and cracks were wider here, and his foot became lodged in a crack as he moved. Annoyed, he tried to pull it out, but it was stuck. Trever
squirmed closer to peer into the crack.
A thick, scaly tail had wrapped itself around his ankle.
Trever gave a yell of surprise and tried to pull his leg up. The creature wound another length around his ankle and tugged. He tried to kick at it, but it only hung on tighter.
“Ferus!” Trever called. But Ferus was ahead, with Rhya and Hume, and didn’t hear him.
He looked down again, and this time he saw the dead eye of the creature staring back at him. He didn’t think that the concept of mercy existed in this creature’s universe.
It gave a sudden yank, and Trever dropped into the crevice up to his hips. His other leg now dangled inside the crack, and he pushed away the question of whether this creature had a mate. He
kicked and twisted, hitting the creature now with one fist while with the other hand he fished for something—anything—in his utility belt.
Trever felt the familiar contours of an alpha charge.
His fingers fumbled as he tried to set the charge. He managed to do it, but the creature tugged, and the charge rolled out of his fingers and dropped into the blackness. In the flash of light he
saw a reptilian body with scales that looked like duracrete. The mouth of the creature appeared to be strong enough to snap him in two.
Suddenly something whistled by his ear. He caught the glint of a vibroshiv as it wheeled through the air in a spinning, perfect aim for the tail. It sank in up to the hilt. The thick tail
suddenly unfurled, and Trever heard the sound of the creature slithering away.
“Duracrete slug,” Keets said, holding down a hand for him and hauling him up. “About ten meters long, by the look of him. They burrow into the stone. Best to keep an eye
out.”
“Thanks for the tip.” Trever dusted off his pants.
Ferus hurried over. “What happened?”
“Nothing much. I was almost strangled by an enormous slug. Nothing for you to worry about,” Trever said. He didn’t know why he felt so irritated that Ferus hadn’t saved
him. Ferus had been walking ahead, not concerning himself with Trever at all.
“Hey, sorry. Thanks,” Ferus said to Keets.
“Sure. You owe me a vibroshiv.” Keets grinned, his teeth white through the dirt streaked on his face.
“We found a place that might provide some information,” Ferus said.
The others had paused in front
And those who prey off them.”
“And those looking for the wonderful world of Solace,” Trever said.
Keets chuckled. Then suddenly he reached over and pushed Trever hard. Trever fell to the rough ground.
“Hey, what—”
Then he saw them. The gang had materialized, seemingly out of thin air, but Trever now saw the narrow passageway that snaked off the arched walk. Keets had pushed him out of the way of a stun
dart just in time. Trever looked up and saw that Oryon had already reached for his light repeating blaster from his back holster. Keets held a blaster pistol in his hand. Now Trever saw the streaks
of blaster fire in the darkness, a steady barrage, as the gang moved forward. There were at least fifteen of them, each more brutal-looking than the rest.
Ferus was already running, his lightsaber sweeping in a continually moving arc. The attackers were clearly startled at the ferocity and power he exhibited, not to mention the blaster fire that
suddenly boomeranged back at them. They kept firing as they retreated, shouting curses at Ferus and promising to kill him.
Oryon and Hume kept up a position on Ferus’s flank, each of them firing their weapons. Keets and Rhya were only slightly behind, while Gilly and Spence split up and began to chase the gang
as they gave up firing and fled.
Trever started to roll to his feet. The fissures and cracks were wider here, and his foot became lodged in a crack as he moved. Annoyed, he tried to pull it out, but it was stuck. Trever
squirmed closer to peer into the crack.
A thick, scaly tail had wrapped itself around his ankle.
Trever gave a yell of surprise and tried to pull his leg up. The creature wound another length around his ankle and tugged. He tried to kick at it, but it only hung on tighter.
“Ferus!” Trever called. But Ferus was ahead, with Rhya and Hume, and didn’t hear him.
He looked down again, and this time he saw the dead eye of the creature staring back at him. He didn’t think that the concept of mercy existed in this creature’s universe.
It gave a sudden yank, and Trever dropped into the crevice up to his hips. His other leg now dangled inside the crack, and he pushed away the question of whether this creature had a mate. He
kicked and twisted, hitting the creature now with one fist while with the other hand he fished for something—anything—in his utility belt.
Trever felt the familiar contours of an alpha charge.
His fingers fumbled as he tried to set the charge. He managed to do it, but the creature tugged, and the charge rolled out of his fingers and dropped into the blackness. In the flash of light he
saw a reptilian body with scales that looked like duracrete. The mouth of the creature appeared to be strong enough to snap him in two.
Suddenly something whistled by his ear. He caught the glint of a vibroshiv as it wheeled through the air in a spinning, perfect aim for the tail. It sank in up to the hilt. The thick tail
suddenly unfurled, and Trever heard the sound of the creature slithering away.
“Duracrete slug,” Keets said, holding down a hand for him and hauling him up. “About ten meters long, by the look of him. They burrow into the stone. Best to keep an eye
out.”
“Thanks for the tip.” Trever dusted off his pants.
Ferus hurried over. “What happened?”
“Nothing much. I was almost strangled by an enormous slug. Nothing for you to worry about,” Trever said. He didn’t know why he felt so irritated that Ferus hadn’t saved
him. Ferus had been walking ahead, not concerning himself with Trever at all.
“Hey, sorry. Thanks,” Ferus said to Keets.
“Sure. You owe me a vibroshiv.” Keets grinned, his teeth white through the dirt streaked on his face.
“We found a place that might provide some information,” Ferus said.
The others had paused in front
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