"The New Rebellion (Kristine Rusch)" - читать интересную книгу автора (Rusch Kristine Kathryn)

The ship hung in space. Lando Calrissian peered out the cockpit on the
Lady Luck. He was alone on this trip, having dropped Mara Jade off at the
Minos Cluster to run some errand for Talon Karrde. Lando didn't like their
continued association, but he had no real right to complain-and he wasn't sure
he wanted that right.
Still, the last few weeks with Mara in the floating cities of Calamari
had been delightful. He hadn't seen her in a long while. He had enjoyed her
company, and only a few times had longed for solitude.
He had the solitude now, but he no longer wanted it. At the moment, he'd
give anything to have someone to consult about the ship spinning slowly in
front of him.
It looked familiar. At first he had thought it was the Millennium Falcon.
Then he realized that the Arakyd concussion-missile tubes weren't just
missing. They hadn't been there at all. Something had been built to fill the
area and that something was long gone. He had only seen one other stock light
freighter that so closely resembled the Falcon, and that had been the Spicy
Lady. Although the Spicy Lady had a modified A-wing where the missile tubes
had been.
An A-wing that could fly on its own. A separate ship, for escapes and
escapades.
Lando hailed the Spicy Lady, his heart pounding. "Spicy Lady, this is
Lady Luck. Are you in distress? Over?" No response. The ship looked abandoned.
Only he had never known Jarril to leave the Spicy Lady for long. Jarril had
invested his personal fortune in her, and used her to make more money. He
never let her drift. Even when he was in the A-wing, he made certain she
looked powered-up so that no one would board without major preparation.
"Spicy Lady, this is Lady Luck. Over." Lando swore under his breath. This
was supposed to be a simple trip. He didn't like flying solo. He had a new
astromech droid that Mara had bought with profits from their most recent
shared venture, but even with the modifications, the droid wasn't a lot of
help in a situation like this.
He scanned the Spicy Lady for life signs. None. She was dark. Life
support wasn't even functioning.
He sighed. He couldn't board her. He didn't want to leave the Lady Luck
without good cause. Instead he checked to see if the Spicy Lady had slave
circuitry. He doubted it. Most smuggling vessels avoided slave circuits, which
allowed remote control of the ship from other ships. But business had changed
since Lando entered it. A few suppliers were requiring slave circuits. And
Jarril was still hip-deep in the business. He might be dealing with some of
those suppliers.
The Lady Luck's computer beeped at Lando. The Spicy Lady not only had
slave circuits, she had fully rigged slave circuits.
"First break I've had all day," Lando said.
He linked the Spicy Lady's internal holocams to the Lady Luck's and
surveyed the interior of the ship.
It looked like an Imerria Windstorm had gone through the public sections.
Supplies floated in the zero-gravity environment. Blaster scars seared the
couches in the rec area. The oxygen masks were broken, the emergency equipment
destroyed.
Lando panned through the public areas. He knew that Jarril wouldn't allow