The remark produced no reaction in its target. “We can hardly discuss the matter out here,” said Boba Fett. “I make it a rule to talk business only when the merchandise is on the table, so to speak.”
“I have to warn you.” The claws of the little mechanical hands clicked against each other again. “This is very expensive merchandise we’re talking about.”
“That makes it all the more profitable, then.” Fett indicated the other bounty hunters. “And that’s. why we’ve come here.”
“I can believe that, well enough.” Gheeta used one of the claws to scratch the almost boneless flesh of his chin. “I just don’t know if you’ve really changed your ways, my dear Fett, regarding just how you acquire your profitable merchandise. I had heard, naturally, about your having joined the Bounty Hunters Guild-and I must admit that all of my clan on Circumtore were surprised by the news. Getting old and tired, are we, Fett?”
“Not tired.” Boba Fett gave a slow shake of his head. “Just smart.”
“Smart for you, no doubt.” The Shell Hutt broadcast his sly, insinuating smile around at the others. “I wonder, though … just what your new-found friends here get out of the deal.”
Zuckuss found himself gazing straight into the Shell Hutt’s eyes as the floating cylinder turned his way. The same sensation came over him as when he had felt the tracking systems of D’harhan’s laser cannon locking onto him, calculating the precise angle and force necessary for his destruction. The pupils of Gheeta’s eyes were like narrow windows into a realm of avarice, the slow and certain calculus of insatiable appetites. Getting blown away-literally, into disconnected atoms-by a laser bolt would be mercifully quick by comparison.
Another feeling, even more disquieting, moved inside Zuckuss: that the dark pupils regarding him with such amused contempt were not windows, but mirrors into his own heart. Little creature, he could hear Gheeta speaking inside his head, I am what you would like to be. All mouth and gut and hunger. In this cold galaxy, the commandment of Eat or Be Eaten prevailed, from the throne of Emperor Palpatine all the way down to the smallest carnivore, a Tatooinian womp rat, scuttling across an empty desert.
His heart dwindled within himself, from that moment of recognition in the Shell Hutt’s eyes. There had been others who had lived and fought, their struggles guided by a different code; there had been a time when even he had listened to tales of the Jedi Knights defending the old Republic. But those are fust stories now, Zuckuss told himself. Those days, and the brave creatures that had lived in them, were never coming back. And without them, the Rebels fighting against the Empire were poor, pathetic fools, doomed to failure. Their bones would be picked clean and discarded on the battlefields of worlds without names. The hungry ones, with their greed and lust for dominion, would always win… .
Bleak, wordless meditation ended as the Shell Hutt’s knowing, judging smile moved away from him. Pull yourself together, Zuckuss told himself. He had made his pact with the universe he’d found himself in; he was a bounty hunter now, and had been so long enough to be traveling in league with some of the toughest ones in the galaxy. If he showed any signs of weakness at this point, he knew, he wouldn’t have to worry about Emperor Palpatine or any of the Shell Hutts; his own colleagues would tear him apart. A carnivore like Bossk would very likely con sume him, in the exact and literal sense of the word. That thought made Zuckuss feel at least a little better about having become part of old Cradossk’s intricate scheming. Better you than me, he thought, glancing over at Bossk.
“Don’t worry about us.” That was Bossk’s voice, giving a snarling reply to Gheeta. “We can take care of ourselves.”
“I’m sure you can.” The Shell Hutt didn’t stop smiling. “After all … you’re learning from the master, aren’t you? Boba Fett has always done very well for himself.”
“I would be doing even better,” said Fett, “if we could limit our discussion to that which we came here for. Specifically, that merchandise known as Oph Nar Dinnid.”
“But that merchandise isn’t on the table right now, is it?” Gheeta’s large eyes emitted a spark of anger. “And it’s not going to be. Not out here, at least. You want to discuss the fate of our guest, you will indeed have to come down to Circumtore to do it-just as you wish. I’m only here to explain how things are in that regard. I’m giving you the conditions, not cutting the deal.”