Tarkin
leaned in close, causing waves of pungent scent to crash over me.
“We’ve
lost some rather sensitive information – in fact, a complete technical read-out
of this very battle station. We have
reason to believe that the plans are being carried by an Artoo unit who is
traveling with a protocol droid. Last we
saw they were headed towards a small planet on the outer rim – Tatooine.”
“Okay,”
I said, getting out my datapad to take some notes, “so I assume you’ve already
gotten started looking there?”
“Oh
yes,” said Tarkin. “We have a crew of our brightest and best stormtroopers
combing the planet for the droids, but they haven’t found them.”
“Uh,
great, that’s great,” I said. You’ve got
to understand: stormtroopers mean well, but talking about the “brightest
and best” of them is kind of like talking about “the cleanest and best-smelling”
of the nerf-herders. Imperial
propaganda has it that they’re these genetically enhanced, highly intelligent
super-clones, and sure, the hosts are usually pretty bright and certainly good
fighters, but the fact of the matter is, lots of things tend to get lost in
translation when you’re cloning, and the troopers generally come out a few ears
short of a gundark. Personally, I
wouldn’t hire one as a babysitter, much less to do investigative work. The non-clones are mostly high-school
dropouts who couldn’t get a job at a Toshi Station, so yeah, not a whole lot
better.
We
were suddenly interrupted by a chirping rendition of “Gungan Style”, and Tarkin
fished his comlink out of his pocket. He
rolled his eyes. “Excuse me,” he said, “I think I’d better not ignore
this. I do apologize.”
“Take
your time,” I said. I was being paid by
the hour.
“Grand
Moff Tarkin here,” he said into the comlink.
A garble of unintelligible speech crackled through the comlink. Tarkin (who, miraculously, seemed to be able
to understand it) frowned, and sat up straighter.
“Why
didn’t you notify me immediately? Yes,
of course it’s important! We shall meet
you in the docking bay shortly.”
“I
sense something…”
I
jumped, because I had kind of forgotten Vader was there.
“Oh,
do shut up,” said Tarkin peevishly. He
turned back to me. “I think,
Investigator, that you had better come with us.
It would seem that a strange ship has been intercepted on its way to
Aldaraan and was pulled in by our tractor beam.
This may well be the key to our missing plans.”
“Sure,
I’m game,” I said. “Come on, Jawa.” Jawa
pushed himself off the edge of the chair and we followed Vader and Tarkin out
the blast doors and into the turbolift.