“And this is as far as Errolt was able to track my comlink message…” Tam looked up from his datapad to look at the dimly lit streets as they sped past.
Slowing the speeder down, Reil sneered over his shoulder. “So we have no idea where to go from here. Great.”
“Straight would be my guess,” offered Cali, “since that’s the way the road goes.”
“Sarcastic as her response was,” Proto added, “I agree with the young female. No doubt we will find a likely hideout somewhere ahead.”
The pilot snorted. “I’ll keep an eye out for the giant holographic billboard.”
Tam fumed. What else were they supposed to do at this point? “Listen, you can go back and wait with the Imperials if you want.”
“And who’s gonna fly the speeder, kid? You?”
“Quiet!” snapped Elayne, placing a hand on Reil’s shoulder. “I sense a disturbance in the Force. Up ahead, people are dying.”
Tam scanned ahead with his own sensitivities, and the anger, fear, and confusion were practically audible. There was indeed something terrible happening somewhere in front of them, but it was impossible to tell exactly where or why.
Cali pointed to something from her seat next to Reil. “Hey, that looked kind of like Mir.”
Shifting around to look behind them, Tam saw Mir being shoved into a parked speeder by a dark skinned alien—the
dark skinned alien!
“Reil! Turn around!”