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wish to know some of Jabba’s habits and weaknesses.”
    Lady Valarian snorted. “Don’t you think I have my own operatives inside Jabba’s palace?”
    Malakili showed no expression, although he was terrified.
    “I said nothing about your operatives. I merely offered my own services. If you intend to challenge Jabba the Hutt, you must be very careful, indeed.”
    He hoped he had said the right words. He, who had spent seven seasons taming the wildest creatures in the Circus Horrificus, now felt completely out of his depth in a plush room with a perfumed female who could squash him with a snap of her fingers.
    “I’m not saying that I have any personal interest in doing harm to Jabba, ” she said. “In fact, he and I have a limited partnership. He owns a token percentage of the Lucky Despot. But, information is sometimes incalculably valuable, difficult to estimate its worth. It is unwise to dismiss an opportunity to increase one’s knowledge.” She raised a bristly eyebrow.
    “Would you care for a drink? Then you may tell me about this favor I can grant you.”
    Malakili nodded dumbly as she brought him one of Tatooine’s most expensive beverages in a frosted glass: clear, chilled water with two ice cubes floating in it.
    Malakili sipped his drink, licked his lips as the cold liquid danced down his throat.
    “I’ll need a ship—a cargo ship with a specially reinforced cage chamber. “
    Lady Valarian widened her nostrils with a hefty sniff Of curiosity. “A cage? What are you going to transport?”
    “A live animal,” Malakili said. “And myself. I intend to take Jabba’s pet rancor with me. I need to find a deserted world, preferably lush, a jungle moon perhaps a backwater forested planet where a resourceful person could eke out a living, and where a large creature could have his freedom and enough prey to hunt to his own satisfaction.”
    Lady Valarian growled in stuttering low bursts, which Malakili interpreted as delighted laughter.
    “You want to steal Jabba’s rancor? That would be hilarious!
    Oh, this is too good to miss. Yes, yes, I will provide the ship you need. We can set the time and the date.”
    “As soon as possible,” Malakili said.
    Calmly, Lady Valarian waved a clawed hand across the glowing sheen of her antique desktop. “Yes, yes, as soon as possible. The most important thing, I think, will be to install a tiny spycam in Jabba’s throne room - - just so I can watch the expression on his bloated face when he finds out what’s happened!”
    Valarian tapped some unseen marker on her desk, and a melodious chime rang out. The door whisked open, and two heavily polished protocol droids marched in. “Yes, Lady Valarian?” they said in unison.
    She directed one of the droids to take Malakili to another room where he would provide “certain information.”
    The other she instructed to arrange for a ship, to find a suitable world according to Malakili’s specifications, and to arrange all the details of the passage.
    “My gratitude, Lady Valarian,” Malakili said, stumbling over his words, still unable to believe that he had stepped down the irrevocable path.
    Valarian chortled again as Malakili got up to follow the protocol droid into the corridor. “No, thank you,” she said. “This is worth any number of investments.”
    The door closed behind her while she was still chuckling.

Bad Timing
    Malakili tried to remain calm and behave normally as he counted the days to the appointed hour of his rescue.
    He watched with furtive eyes, suspecting spies in every shadow but Jabba and his followers above in the throne room seemed oblivious to Malakili’s actions.
    Jabba was caught up in the troublesome details of running his new cantina, and he also boasted that his bounty hunters would shortly bring him a krayt dragon—which meant that the Hutt limited the violent challenges upon the rancor, not wishing the monster to be injured before its titanic battle. The most recent fresh and