[Bounty Hunter Wars] - 01(39)
“As is your understanding.” Bossk spoke with a cold control, through which his anger still managed to appear. “What kind of brain-withered old fool shares wine with his enemy?” He flung a gesture toward Boba Fett. “Have you forgotten so much, has every day faded from your memory, that the Guild’s history is a blank slate to you? This man has made fools of us more times than we can count.” Bossk turned to either side, making sure that everyone in the chamber could hear his words. “You all know who it is that sits with you now. He’s taken the credits out of our pockets and the food out of our mouths.” He looked back at his sire. “If you weren’t drunk”-Bossk’s voice sounded like dry gravel scraping across rusted metal-“you’d take what’s fallen into your grasp and sink your teeth into Boba Fett’s heart.”
“I wasn’t drunk when he arrived here.” Cradossk’s response was both mild and somewhat amused. “But I intend to get very drunk-and very happy-now that we’ve all had a chance to listen to Fett. What he came here to say has pleased me a great deal.” He raised his goblet and took a long draft that left wet lines trickling down the sides of his throat, then slammed the goblet down. “That’s one of the differences between him … and you.”
Barely suppressed laughter ran along the arms of the crescent table. Without turning his head, Boba Fett could see
the
other council members and their
lackeys whispering back and forth, their sardonic glances taking in the young bounty hunter standing before them. Be sure you know who your friends are, he wanted to warn Bossk. This lot will carve you up anytime it suits them.
“What’re you talking about?” Bossk gripped the edge of the table in his claws and leaned toward his father. “What’s this sneaking scum told you?”
“Boba Fett has made us an offer.” From an ornately enameled tray held behind him, Cradossk plucked another empty goblet, holding it out to be filled by one of the other attendants. He held the wine out toward his son. “A very good one; that’s why we’re celebrating.” Cradossk’s mottled smile widened. “As you should be.”
“Offer?” Bossk didn’t take the goblet from the older Trandoshan. “What kind of offer?”
“The kind that only a fool would refuse. The kind of offer that solves a great many problems. For all of us.”
Confusion showed in Bossk’s gaze as he looked over at Boba Fett, then back to his father. “I don’t understand… .”
“Of course you don’t.” Boba Fett spoke this time, leaning back against the leatherwork of the chair that had
been
given him. “There’s so much you
don’t understand.” He might as well start working Bossk into an irrational fury now as later. “That’s why your father is still head of the Bounty Hunters Guild. You have a lot of wisdom to acquire before you’ll have your chance.”
“Explain it to him.” With a single crooked claw, Cradossk motioned one of the other council members over. “I tire so easily nowadays… .”
“Then take a nap, old man.” Bossk turned angrily toward the robed figure that had approached. “Spit it out.”
“So simple, is it not?” The watery pupils at the ends of the council member’s eyestalks regarded Bossk with kindly forbearance. “And so indicative-yes?-of both your father’s and our guest’s foresight. Though Boba Fett is not to be called our guest anymore, is he?”
“All I know,” growled Bossk, “is what I call him.”
“Perhaps so, but should you not call him ‘brother’ now?”
Those words struck Bossk speechless.
“For is that not what Boba Fett has offered the Guild?” The council member folded his hooked, mantislike forearms together. “To be one of us? Our brother and fellow hunter-has he not offered to join his
not inconsiderable forces and cunning with ours, and thus become a member of the august Bounty Hunters Guild?”
“Damn straight he has.” Cradossk drained his goblet and slammed it back down on the table. “Let’s hear it for him.”
“It’s true.” Another one of the Guild’s younger bounty hunters had sidled up to Bossk’s elbow; Fett remembered this one’s name as Zuckuss. “I just heard about it outside.” The shorter bounty hunter pointed a thumb toward the chamber’s tall doors. “That’s what the word is-that Boba Fett has asked for membership in the Guild.”