[Bounty Hunter Wars] - 01(59)
Dust sifted from the subchamber’s ceiling, speckling the lenses of SHZl-B’s head unit swiveling up toward the sound of thunder. Windstorms infrequently lashed the Dune Sea, floods of sand churning down the stone gulleys and vanishing just as quickly beneath the twin suns. Dengar had always thought that the hiding place he’d dug for himself was too far beneath the planet’s surface to take any damage from mere weather. It’ll take something stronger, he’d decided, to get in here.
His own words were still looping around inside his head when the rocks fell, with even louder thunder from above, onto his face.
He’d looked up, along with the two medical droids. He had a memory flash, of a light sharp as blades against his eyes and brighter than Tatooine’s suns combined into one. Then he was spitting out gravel and blood as he felt his arm being tugged by someone unseen.
“Come on!” The voice was Neelah’s; her hands gripped tight around his forearm and pulled. Rocks and sand poured off his chest as his scrabbling efforts, feeble at first and then made stronger by sudden desperation, combined with hers to extract him from the remains of the subchamber. “He’s still in there!”
She meant Boba Fett, of course. The hiding place’s emergency lights flickered as the remaining generator came to life. Dengar could still hear thunder, receding into the distance up on the surface level. The thunder would return, he knew; he was familiar enough with saturation-bombing techniques to be aware that that was what was going on up there. One wave would be succeeded by another, crossing the ground at a right angle from the first sweep. There wouldn’t be any stones left, no gulleys or eroded pillars; everything would be hammered into dust. And as for whatever might lie beneath the surface …
Neelah was already digging at the rubble that blocked the doorway to the subchamber. Enough of the dust had settled that Dengar could see how the bombs’ impact had knocked him back toward the hiding place’s main area. If he had been any farther inside, where the medical droids had been taking care of their patient, the rockfall would have come straight down on him, crushing his skull.
“Confusion.” Neelah’s bleeding fingers had already excavated the smaller of the droids. With its carapace dented, torso readouts cracked and blinking,
le-XE crawled away from the rocks and righted itself with difficulty. “Noise. Not-goodness.”
“What are you waiting for?” Neelah looked back around at him, her eyes blazing through the dust and sweat covering her face. “Help me!”
“Are you crazy?” Dengar reached down and grabbed an arm, pulling Neelah to her feet. “There isn’t time for that-whoever’s laying down those bombs on the surface will be back in less than a minute. We’ve got to get out of here!”
“I’m not going without him.” Neelah yanked her arm from Dengar’s grasp. “Save yourself, if you want to.” She turned away and started tugging at one of the larger rocks, nearly as high as herself.
There
were tunnels underneath the hiding place, curving and smooth-sided, that ran deep into the planet’s bedrock. Dengar had investigated them far enough to know that they connected with the Great Pit of Carkoon; with the Sarlacc beast dead now, they would make a safe refuge from the bombing. But only if they were reached in time, before the next destructive wave collapsed what remained of these spaces.
He hesitated only a moment, before cursing himself as a fool and laying both his hands on the rock, just above Neelah’s hands. The stone surface was already slick with her blood; Dengar dug his own fingertips into it and pulled, straining with his weight against the rock’s resistance. From far off and above, he could hear the bombing of the surface come to a halt, like a storm that has spent its thunderous fury. That’s only temporary, he knew. They’d be returning in this direction soon enough.
Dengar put his shoulder against the rock, his hands clawing for a better grip. It struck him, between one gasp for breath and the next, that he didn’t even know who it could be that was pounding the Dune Sea above his head into scorched powder. Forces of the Empire, maybe, or the Rebel Alliance, or the Hutts, or the Black Sun organization-at this point it wasn’t as important as just surviving the hard, murderous rain. The only thing he knew for certain, down in his gut, was that it had something to do with Boba Fett. Getting involved with this barve was a sure ticket to disaster.
The large rock suddenly shifted, spilling Neelah forward onto the main chamber’s rubble-strewn floor. Dengar managed to keep his balance, shifting his hold and thrusting with his bent legs, keeping the stone rolling. Neelah scrambled out of its way as the debris of the subchamber’s shattered doorway came tumbling after it.