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Star Wars - Kenobi

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Autoren: John Jackson Miller
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save the skinflint from joining the Settlers’ Call,” Jabe said from the van. “He’ll learn one day.”
    Annileen pointed at Ben with mock sternness. “And if you keep fighting serendipity, Master Kenobi, it’s going to fight back. Now come on,” she said, walking back to the sledge. “Let’s get this unit into the truck.”
    Surrendering, Ben patted Rooh’s head. “Should we carry her with us?”
    A screech came from the vehicle’s interior. “You’re not putting that animal in my truck !” Jabe yelled.
    “Your—” Annileen sighed. “A minute ago you wanted my landspeeder!”
    The LiteVan went silent.
    “He’s sulking,” she said to Ben. “But that’s okay. I think our expectant mom will be happier at home.” She turned Rooh west and gave her a pat on the behind. Promptly, the animal began loping off, retracing the sandy trail left by the sledge. “She’ll find her way.”
    Ben looked after Rooh, concerned. “You know, I really should go with her. To make sure she’ll be all right.”
    Kallie laughed. “I don’t know what other trouble she could get into!”
    “Don’t worry,” Annileen said, wiping her hands together. “She’ll be home before the happy event. And you’ll be living in a cool and comfortable house.”
    Resigned, Ben turned to help them lift the coolant unit. “I really do hate to prevail upon you to change your plans—”
    “You’re not changing these plans,” Kallie gushed. “We’re going to Mos Eisley!”
    Annileen smiled. Ben’s reluctance was almost charming—the man, she suspected, simply didn’t want to be in anyone’s debt. She’d just have to convince him it wasn’t a concern. “The clan has spoken,” she said. “You’d better come along.”
    Ben responded with a pained smile.
    The Shistavanen had an evil-looking face, Orrin thought—nothing but fangs, pointy ears, and mud-colored hair. And yet Tar Lup was as cheerful a being as he’d ever known. More cheerful still, standing behind the counter of Dannar’s Claim in his neat city-bought jacket.
    “Thanks again for this chance, Master Gault,” Tar said, the natural growl in his voice somehow sounding amiable. “It’s good to be in charge, if even for a day. I don’t get that in my regular job.”
    Standing atop a chair in the dining area, Orrin lowered the holocam he was holding. “That’s fine, Tar. Glad you could come back and help out.” Snapping the device off, he stepped down. He’d made sure he, too, was looking his best today, in the fineries Annileen had ordered from offworld. He needed to.
    Pausing in front of the substitute clerk, Orrin looked down at the holorecorder in his hands. “Oh, this is part of another surprise for Annileen,” he said. “Gonna get her some decent flooring in here for a change.”
    Tar smiled toothily. “That’s wonderful. I was always fond of the Calwells.”
    “Me, too,” Orrin said, stepping past Bohmer at his table. The Rodian had picked a day when Annileen was out to make his return, but she wasn’t missing much. Patched up but heavily medicated, Bohmer seemed even more catatonic than usual. Orrin walked through the gap in the counter. “Tar, I need to get back in there for another second, if you don’t mind.”
    “Certainly.” The Shistavanen stepped out of the way.
    That’ll do it, Orrin thought, taking another look at the electronic manifest behind the cashbox. He checked the chrono on the wall. He had everything he needed and plenty of time to get to his meetings. All was going according to plan. Both plans.
    Veeka walked in from the parking area. “Ready when you are, Dad.” She walked to the bar and pulled her flask from her vest. Hopping onto the surface, she reached past the startled Tar to grab a bottle.
    “No, you don’t,” Orrin said, before she could start filling. “Not today.”
    “Whatever.” Irritated, Veeka dropped the bottle, which landed back into place with a glassy clank. Orrin passed her the holorecorder.
    Tar watched, puzzled, as father and daughter walked toward the exit. “Will you be back for lunch, sir?”
    “No, I’ll be out most of the day,” he said, giving the store a last look. “But, uh … tell Annileen I’ll have something to talk to her about tonight.”
    Tar responded, but Orrin didn’t hear. He had things to do.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
    FOR THE FIRST HALF of Annileen’s life, Mos Eisley had been no more than a concept. Her father had feared the place, and clerking gave her

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