Emperor Palpatine, that shall reap
all
the benefits.”
“This makes no sense,” growled Vader. “How could Boba Fett be convinced that it would be to his advantage to join the Bounty Hunters Guild?”
Xizor
turned his knowing half smile in Vader’s direction. “It is a rather simpler matter than you think. My intermediary convinced Boba Fett to join the Guild, not to be one of the Guild’s members-but to be the agent of its destruction.”
The Emperor nodded in appreciation. “I begin to see aspects of your guile, Prince Xizor, of which I had not been aware.”
“In your service, my lord. Think of it: You are as knowledgeable as Lord Vader about Boba Fett’s nature. His cunning and ruthlessness are legendary throughout the galaxy. Placed in the context of the Bounty Hunters Guild, those elements are bound to be disruptive. Sharp divisions already exist among the Guild’s
members, between the old leadership of the council members like Cradossk, and the younger bounty hunters such as his son. The Bounty Hunters Guild is in many ways a microcosm of the Republic that your empire has replaced: an aging, bureaucratic conglomerate with its best days far behind it. Where once the Guild was nearly as ruthless and efficient as Boba Fett, it now parcels out assignments to its members, divides up territories and responsibilities, pays off the galaxy’s various law-enforcement agencies, shares out the steadily diminishing proceeds to its members, always with more going to the leadership, less to the lower-ranking bounty hunters who are still doing the hard and dangerous work upon which the organization depends. So, naturally, those younger members, if they have any intelligence and self-interest at all, spend more time trying to claw their way up through the Guild’s ranks than actually chasing bounties.”
Xizor let his own contempt sound in his voice. The fate of the Bounty Hunters Guild was something that he was not going to let happen to Black Sun; in that, he had taken a leaf from Emperor Palpatine’s book. Autocracy, even tyranny, was how one kept an organization tough and alive.
“The Republic deserves to die, Prince Xizor.” The Emperor raised one hand from the throne’s arm. “It sounds as if you have passed a similar judgment upon the Bounty Hunters Guild.”
“I did that which I knew you would want me to do, my lord. Your attention is focused upon the weightiest matters of the galaxy, and its transformation from indolence and democracy to a hard, shining instrument of your will. The fate of the Bounty Hunters Guild, while necessary for us to determine to your satisfaction, is but a small part of that process. And easily achieved, given a wisdom that is but a reflection of your own. The Guild is tottering, riven by the antagonistic forces it contains. If the council of the Bounty Hunters Guild had but a fraction of your wisdom, my lord, they would never allow Boba Fett to become a member; they would be able to foresee the doom that he brings into their midst. But their greed blinds them; all they will be able to envi sion is the possibility of his skills bringing more cred its into the Guild’s coffers. The younger members of the Guild will see that as well, and their greed will also be stimulated. Each group will try to bring Boba Fett exclusively onto their side, and thus the delicate balance that has kept the Guild in one piece will be destroyed.”
“You’ve put much thought into this, Prince Xizor.” The Emperor’s bony finger pointed toward him. “If all goes as you believe it will, then there will be rewards for you as well.”
“How can it not proceed as I have envisioned?” Xizor raised his head, bringing his eyes straight into the Emperor’s
intimidating gaze. “My
intermediary
has convinced Boba Fett of the advantages he will gain by the destruction of the Bounty Hunters Guild; that is why he has gone along with this scheme. The Guild is still an annoyance to him, a hindrance to his own enterprises. Bumblers the Guild’s members may be, but they still manage to get in Fett’s way from time to time. With the Guild broken up and dispersed, nothing would stand between Boba Fett and complete control of the galaxy’s bounty-hunter trade. The fees he charges for his services are already astronomical; with no competition to turn to, clients such as the Hutts would have to pay whatever Fett demands.”
“That may be so,” said Vader. “But what benefit does the Empire derive from the destruction of the Bounty Hunters Guild? We can already pay Boba Fett anything he asks for, but I see no advantage in being forced to pay him more than he’s worth.”
“What the Empire gets,” replied Xizor, “is a return to the time before the creation of the Bounty Hunters Guild. A time when the galaxy’s mercenaries were all as independent, hungry, and ruthless as Boba Fett. A time when they were at each other’s throats, with no pretense of brotherhood. When the bounty hunters’ greed was not limited by the strictures of the bureaucracy they have sealed around themselves. .Cradossk and the others of his generation have grown fat and lazy, somnolent within the protective walls of the Guild. Eventually, the Guild and all that remain part of it will wither away and die-but we cannot wait for that time to come. The Rebellion is a threat now. The Empire needs many creatures like Boba Fett, hungry and greedy, and independent enough to carry out our dirty work. The younger bounty hunters in the Guild chafe at its weight pressing upon their shoulders, its chains tangled around their feet. To destroy the Bounty Hunters Guild would be to free them-right into the service of the Empire.”