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was setting down. Following it in came a boxy station shuttle, but it landed
further back. "Your ship and Gavin's will be the last ones finished."
Wedge glanced at Ooryl's white fighter. "You need to include Ooryl's ship on
that list."
"No, it's done."
"But, it's so ... plain."
"Apparently not, if you can see in the ultraviolet range." Tycho shrugged.
"Zraii says it's a masterpiece."
"That explains why I'm a warrior, not an artist." Wedge waved as he saw Corran,
Mirax, and Gavin walk down the gangway from the Pulsar Skate. Wait a minute,
who's that? The fourth individual proved taller than Gavin and much bulkier, yet
wasn't slovenly or Huttlike. Then, when his head cleared the interior of the
ship and Wedge saw the bristle of white hair, he recognized him.
"So that's why Corran is looking a bit subdued."
"What?" Tycho frowned at Wedge. "Who's the last guy?"
"Mirax's father."
"Oh. Oh."
Wedge trotted the remaining distance and thrust his hand at Booster Terrik.
"It's been far too long, Booster."
The larger man's hand engulfed Wedge's. "You grew up quite a bit during my five
years on Kessel. After I got out, well, about that time you were freezing on
Hoth, then you were on the go. I assumed I'd run into you sometime, and now
seems as good as any."
"Indeed it is." Wedge glanced over at Mirax. "Your daughter's been a lifesaver,
you know, and for more than just me."
"So I gather from what I heard during the trip." Booster Terrik threw an arm
over Wedge's shoulders, then tightened it against his neck. "I would have hoped,
though, you would have found a way to protect her from the likes of Horn there."
Wedge gently dug an elbow in the man's ribs. "First, if you can't control your
daughter, how can / be expected to control her? Second, just as I told her,
Corran isn't his father. He's one of the best men I know."
"You need to get out more, Wedge." Booster opened his arms and released Wedge.
"Interesting place you have here. Not enough to stop a Super Star Destroyer, but
you know that. Still, if you have to die in a box in space, this looks as good
as any in which to do it."
"Tycho's taking me on a tour. You're welcome to join us."
"I'd be happy to."
Wedge nodded, then looked over at Gavin. "How was Tatooine?"
"Good, sir. We got a fair amount of personal armor and weapons, as well as some
TIE parts and assorted other things Mirax thinks we can trade. Uncle Huff said
that was all that was left from the Eidolon material."
"It all looked pretty good, Wedge." Corran leaned against a pilot-mover. "We've
got enough in the way of small arms to supply a decent insurgent force. The
armor is storm-trooper grade."
Corran's voice trailed off as the sound of footsteps drew closer. Wedge turned
and saw a pair of individuals coming around Pulsar Skate's stern. The hulking
brute of a man, with a shaved head and a big bushy beard, dwarfed his petite
fe-male companion. Wedge hitched for a moment, then started to laugh. "How is it
possible that you're here so soon?"
The auburn-haired woman smiled sweetly. "And I'm happy to see you, too, Wedge.