Han turned to Luke and Mara. “You sure about this?”
“Not really,” Luke said. He smiled and clapped Han on the shoulder. “We weren’t expecting you and Leia.”
“Yeah, well… anybody can bust up a pirate ring,” Han said. “But Jaina-we figured you’d need the help.”
“We might,” Mara said with a laugh. She kissed him on the cheek. “Good to see you, Han.”
They exchanged greetings all around, then climbed the boarding ramp into a surprisingly tidy air lock with all proper emergency equipment neatly stowed in a transparisteel rescue locker. Beyond the hatch, the interior of the main access corridor was lit only by two of the waxy shine-balls the bugs used for illumination. By the green glow, Han could see that the durasteel floor panels had been sanibuffed a little too well. There was a telltale shadow where the “invisible” seams came together over the smuggling compartments.
Tarfang was waiting a few steps up the corridor. He grunted and waved them into the main cabin. Given the ship’s dim lighting, Han expected to find some fierce, dark-loving being like a Defel waiting inside.
Instead, kneeling in front of an open engineering panel was a little jug-eared Sullustan in a set of carbon-smeared utilities. He was busy soldering powerfeeds to a new master control board, though Han could not imagine how even a Sullustan could see to work by the light of the single shine-ball stuck to the wall above him.
Tarfang went to the Sullustan’s side and, coming to attention, cleared his throat.
“Go on.” The Sullustan spoke without looking away from his work. “I’m listening.”
Tarfang launched into a lengthy explanation, gesturing at Saba and Luke even though the Sullustan’s attention remained fixed on the control board. Finally, the captain finished the attachment he was working on and turned to his visitors.
“I’m Jae Juun, captain of the XR-eight-oh-eight-g.”
“XR-eight-oh-eight-g?” Han asked. “What kind of name is that?”
“It’s a Galactic Alliance registration number, of course.” Juun frowned and squinted in the direction of Han’s voice, but Han was standing well back in the shadows, where even a Sullustan’s sensitive eyes would have trouble with the contrast between light and darkness. “You haven’t heard of the XR-eight-oh-eight-g?’
“Should we have?” Leia asked.
Juun pasted on a small Sullustan smirk. “Not if I’ve been doing my job.”
“You’re succeeding beyond your wildest dreams,” Han said.
Leia grabbed the back of his elbow and squeezed in warning, but the Sullustan merely smiled in pride.
“Tarfang tells me you’re looking for someone to help you catch your friends.”
“To find them,” Luke corrected.
“I see. Well, it makes no difference.” Juun cast an annoyed glance in Tarfang’s direction. “I’m afraid my first mate sometimes exceeds his authority.”
Tarfang asked something in a disbelieving tone.
“It’s not the mate’s responsibility to raise funds,” Juun replied. “You let me worry how we’re going to pay for that vortex stabilizer.”
“A warp vortex stabilizer?” Han asked. “For a YT this old? It can’t be easy to come by one of those out here.”
“Not at a fair price,” Juun agreed. “I’ve had one brought in, but I’m two hundred credits short of the shipping fees.”
“Not if you help us, you’re not,” Han said, stepping into the light. “We can pay you the two hundred credits.”
Juun’s mouth fell. “I knew that was your voice!” He turned to Tarfang. “Why didn’t you tell me Han Solo was with them?”
Tarfang sneered in Han’s direction and prattled an answer.
“Yes, but this is Han Solo!” The Sullustan rose and thrust a hand out. “The XR-eight-oh-eight-g follows all your procedures, and I’ve memorized all your combat maneuvers from the history vids.”
“Uh, I wouldn’t trust everything I see in those holovids,” Han said, allowing the Sullustan to shake his hand. “Now, about that help…”
“I’d like to help you.” Juun’s voice grew disappointed, and he turned back to his work. “But it wouldn’t be proper.”
“Proper?” Han echoed. That particular word encompassed everything he hated about Sullustans. “Why not?”
“Because I have an arrangement with our hosts, and evidently they don’t want you to find your friends.”
Tarfang groaned and slapped his brow.
“We can’t ignore the wishes of our business partners,” Juun said to the Ewok. “We have a deal.”