"There's one aboard the Falcon. Chewie, you―"
"Don't move, Solo," came a voice from the past. Han froze as Teroenza crawled out from where he'd been concealed behind the white jade fountain. 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. But Teroenza had the drop on them good.... "I shall enjoy this, Bria Tharen and Han Solo," Teroenza said. "I have summoned a pilot, and he is coming to collect me from Colony Four. I shall be free of this wretched world ... and I shall have my treasure. I shall miss my mate, but, on the whole, not a bad bargain. Perhaps Desilijic can use my services...."
"Hey," Han said, "Jabba's a friend of mine. You kill me, he won't take it kindly." Teroenza laughed wheezily.
