"JAMES LUCENO. SABOTEUR" - читать интересную книгу автора

hand with Weequay and Aqualish members of the clan, whose weapons were
exhausted. The miners showed them no mercy, and in moments the battle was over,
with Bruit, the Falleen, and five others left standing amid the carnage.
Maul wondered briefly if he could leave things as they stood. Bruit would report
back to Lommite Limited's executive officer that the Toom clan had
double-crossed both companies, and that they had paid with their lives for their
betrayal. But it was unlikely that Bruit would let it rest at that. He would
want to know who had assembled the adulterated recording, and he might even
learn that the information about LL's shipping route to Eriadu had been accessed
through his personal computer. Then he would begin to think again about the
cantina bug, and perhaps he would scrutinize whatever surveillance recordings
were available. For all Maul knew, images of an Iridonian with a face full of
red and black tattoos might appear in one them.
Of course, there was no danger of his being traced to Coruscant, much less to
his Master's lair. But the last thing he wanted was for Darth Sidious to see his
apprentice's face turn up on some HoloNet most-wanted list.
Maul had to finish what he had begun.
He drew his lightsaber, ignited it at both ends, and leapt down to the floor of
the prefab bunker.
Bruit, the Falleen, and the others spun around when they heard the resonant
thrumming of his weapon, which Maul whirled over his head and around his
shoulders. But no one fired. They stood staring at him, as if he were some
hallucination born of bloodlust or snow blindness.
Maul realized that he would have to goad them into doing what he needed them to
do. He began to march forward, glowering at them with his yellow eyes and
showing his teeth, and at last someone fired-the Rodian from the cantina. Maul
deflected the bolt straight back at him with the lower of his blades and kept
coming.
"We have no fight with you, Jedi," the Falleen yelled.
The remark brought Maul up short.
"This is our business," the humanoid went on. "It doesn't concern Coruscant."
Maul growled and advanced.
Crouching suddenly, a Twi'lek fired, and Maul twirled, deflecting the bolts with
his twin crimson blades. The Twi'lek and another security man dropped.
Then the rest opened fire at once. Maul leapt and jinked, spun and rolled, an
acrobatic wonder, impossible to target. He stopped once to raise his hand and
pepper his opponents with a flurry of Force-hurled glassware and sharp
instruments. He turned blasters against each other and wrenched one fighter down
onto a table with enough force to snap the man's spine.
His hand weapon depleted, the Falleen rushed him. Maul spun through a fleet
kick, breaking the Falleen's arm. Then, without lowering his leg, he broke the
security chief's neck.
Only Bruit remained. Gaping at Maul in disbelief, he let his blaster drop from
his rigid hand. Maul continued to approach, the lightsaber held off to one side,
its blades horizontal to the floor.
"I don't know how, and I don't know why," Bruit began, "but I know that you must
be responsible for everything that's happened."
Maul decided to hear him out.
"You recorded my conversations. Then you altered the recordings to trick the
saboteurs you had identified in the cantina. You probably arranged for us to