Galactic Plague

10 years A.B.Y.

(Chapter 6-Not Deserted After All…)

Boba Fett waited outside the building that Solo, Skywalker, and the Wookie had entered only moments before. Suddenly, an eerie moan came from behind him, followed by several heavy footsteps. Whirling around, the Mandalorian hunter quickly unslung his custom-made blaster rifle, drove the blast end into the creatures' stomach, and squeezed the trigger. A reddish mist sprayed over Fett as he stared down at the slain monster. "Anzati," Fett said to himself. "The hunt grows more difficult."

Meanwhile, Luke, Han, and Chewie decided to leave the building. "I don't like this place," Han said. "Let's get out of here." The group encountered no more Anzati on their way out, so it was assumed that all was safe. They proceeded into another section of Rakkitan. Here, Luke's comlink told them the building ahead was essentially Angoth's parliament building, where the local leaders met. Entering the structure, Luke, Han, and Chewbacca became considerably happier.

"People!" Han shouted as a security officer walked over to them. "State your name and your business here," the man said. The guard was rather tall with black hair protruding from under his officer's cap. He wore a blue and silver security outfit. "We're representatives from the New Republic," Han began. "We're here on a mission to…wow!" Han backed away, seeing the guard look up for the first time. The man's face was rather pale, and his eyes were a blazing blood-red.