Tales from The Mos Eisley Cantina (Star Wars)
Kevin J. Anderson
16 tales from the main notorious cantina within the universe...by a few of contemporary top writers of technological know-how fiction.
In a miles nook of the universe, at the small wilderness planet of Tatooine, there's a darkish, nic-i-tain-filled cantina the place you could down your favourite intoxicant whereas hearing the easiest jazz riffs within the universe. But watch out your fellow denizens of this pangalactic watering gap, for they're cutthroats and cutpurses, assassins and soldiers, people and extraterrestrial beings, gangsters and thieves....
Featuring unique tales by:
Kevin J. Anderson * Doug Beason * M. Shayne Bell * David Bischoff * A.C.
Crispin * Kenneth C. Flint * Barbara Hambly * Rebecca Moesta * Daniel Keys
Moran * Jerry Oltion * Judith & Garfield Reeves-Stevens * Jennifer Roberson
* Kathy Tyers * Tom Veitch & Martha Veitch * Dave Wolverton * Timothy
Up at the back of the bar rattled. cube picked up her snifter. “Mos Eisley is in flames. nobody is aware who's in control.” She unrolled her consuming tongue into the blood and ingested. Sivrak smoothed the fur round his muzzle in agitation. He knew there has been whatever he needed to do, yet he couldn’t paintings it out. He needed to realize what was once misplaced the following. “If Jabba is dead,” he started uncertainly, “then Hoth … Hoth has already been evacuated.” cube placed the snifter again at the bartop. “That’s right,”.
Streaking around the viewscreen. They hit the ambience and spat strains of fireside as they descended. The sight reminded Saes of a pyrotechnic show. “Harvester droids away,” 8K6 intoned. “Stay with the droids and magnify,” Saes acknowledged. “Copy,” replied Dor, and nodded on the younger human helmsman who managed the viewscreen. The harvester droids’ trajectories put them tens of kilometers in the back of the destruction wrought by means of the mining cruisers. so much of them have been misplaced to sight within the smoke, yet.
Freezer, 3 people and Rodians. He tested the freezers’ readouts, checking very important symptoms. All remained in stable healthiness. looking at their nonetheless positive factors, Kell puzzled what occurred at the back of their closed eyes, within the quiet in their desires. He imagined the zest in their soup and starvation squirmed in his intestine. None have been so-called Force-sensitives, who had the richest soup, yet they might suffice. He glided from one freezer to the following, brushing his fingertips at the cool glass that separated him.
meanwhile, she had a package deal to carry. “Fire up the repulsorlifts,” she instructed the others. “Let’s move home.” Play It back, Figrin D’An: the story of Muftak and Kabe by means of A. C. Crispin Muftak whiffed the cold, wet air along with his brief, tubular proboscis, trying out it, attempting to make sure even if it was once secure. As he sniffed, the large four-eye searched the road for infrared afterimages together with his night-eyes, the bigger, decrease pair in his bushy visage. the following, within the older a part of Mos.
an influence resource to accomplish the bootleg ’vaporator unit which may make his tribe much less depending on neighborhood moisture farmers, a size or of rope, scraps of steel for making instruments or guns. From his point of view, he regularly controlled to exchange up. thankfully, he nonetheless had a couple of goods left to exchange from his most modern cut price: a cracked stormtrooper helmet, a packet of box rations, and a Tusken conflict talisman carved from bantha horn. All this for less than a few day-old info and a discarded.