Star Wars_ The Approaching Storm - Alan Dean Foster [12]
Ogomoor had all too vivid an imagination. “I will do my best, as always, Bossban. Still, four Jedi—”
“Two Jedi and two Padawans,” Soergg corrected him. He looked suddenly wistful. Or at least as wistful as a Hutt could look. “Those pathetic malingerers you were forced to hire are all too typical of the quality available on outlying worlds such as Ansion. What is needed for this kind of work is a real, experienced professional. Someone whose work and experience falls outside the boundaries of Republic legalese. A proper bounty hunter, for example. Unfortunately, none such is to be found on Ansion.” He sat brooding for a long moment.
“Slatt!” he finally exclaimed. “There is one good thing to come out of this fiasco, anyway. Thanks to the efforts of the Jedi, there are few survivors to claim their pay.”
“Then if you are done with me, O Great One, I have much work to do.” Ogomoor started to back out of the room. “The shipment of tweare skins from Aviprine is due to arrive—”
“Not so fast.” Reluctantly, the majordomo was obliged to pause in his retreat. “I expect you to keep on top of this, Ogomoor. It’s a wise merchant who misses no opportunity. Let’s see some of that deviousness your tribe is famed for possessing. This business of putting a stop to Jedi interference takes precedence over everything else, including the shipment of tweare skins. I will expect regular reports. Whatever you need, requisition it and I will provide the necessary authorization. These visitors must be stopped, or there will be consequences for all of us! Do I make myself perfectly clear?”
Ogomoor bowed low. “Completely.”
The Hutt puffed up importantly, like a toad much afflicted with pride. “I always do.”
“To the greater edification of those of us who serve you, O Most Great and Wise Patron.”
Having finally made good his flight from the room with rank and all body parts intact, Ogomoor resolutely ignored the multispecies giggling that followed him as he headed for his own office. There was nothing to worry about, he told himself. It was no big deal. All he had to do to retain his employer’s trust and appreciation was oversee the demise of two Jedi Knights and their wily Padawans. Why, any country ignoramus could perform such a task using only half a brain.
Because that was what an angry Jedi would leave to him, a distraught Ogomoor knew. Still, there might be a way. What was it that overstuffed bag of smarmy suet had said? Something about the difficulty of sneaking up on and surprising a Jedi? Might there not be a way to counteract such a remarkable talent?
Or better yet, to outflank it?
“It didn’t work.” Soergg slumped before the comm station. The Hutt had considerable respect for the small biped whose hologram he was addressing. Not because of her personality, but because of Shu Mai’s wide-ranging accomplishments in the field of commerce.
“What happened?” the president of the Commerce Guild asked curtly.
“The second Jedi and his Padawan arrived earlier than expected, and prevented the execution of the first.” Soergg leaned closer to the comm. “The information I was given was faulty. Many hirelings were lost.” He chuffed importantly. “I have incurred expenses.”
Shu Mai was unforgiving. “Don’t blame me for your failure. You were provided with the most up-to-date information available. Do you think tracking the movements of individual Jedi is like following a courtesan around a dance floor? They don’t publicize their comings and goings, you know.” Her apprehension was clear. “Now I have to pass this disagreeable information along to another. What do you plan to do to rectify this miserable failure?”
“The matter is being pursued. The Jedi will not be allowed to prevent Ansion’s secession.”
“Ansion is your chosen homeworld,” Shu Mai reminded the Hutt. “Don’t you care if it stays in the Republic or not?”
Soergg made a rude noise. “A Hutt’s home is where his business interests lie.”
The president of the Commerce Guild nodded. “Even the members of the Trade Federation are not so mercenary.”
“Fine words,