Star Wars_ The Han Solo Trilogy 03_ Rebel Dawn - A. C. Crispin
DEAD END
“Don’t move, Solo,” came a voice from the past.
Han froze.
The High Priest had a blaster rifle in his hand, and his eyes held a mad glitter that told Han there was no way to talk his way out of this one.
“Hands raised,” the Priest directed. Han, Chewie, and Bria all put their hands up. Han glanced at the others, trying frantically to think of a way to get out of this.
“I shall enjoy this,” the Priest said.
“Hey,” Han said, “Jabba’s a friend of mine. You kill me, he won’t take it k ...