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|| STAR WARS || Dark Forces: Soldier for the Empire || William C. Dietz, Dean Williams || 1997 || Novella || Science Fiction ||
Morgan’s mouth felt desert dry. He worked his mouth as if preparing to speak, mustered some saliva, and aimed for Jerec’s face. The liquid fell woefully short and splattered on the other man’s boots. Jerec shook his head mockingly.
“How disappointing. I expected more from someone of your reputation. A snappy reply, a Rebel slogan, or heroic silence. Ah, well, it’s always better to overestimate one’s opponents than the other way around. Now tell me, who do you take orders from, and where are they?”
Morgan felt his heart pound against his chest. So that was it. Jerec hoped to start at the bottom and work his way up through the Rebel chain of command. Kill the leaders and you kill the revolution. It was as simple as that. He thought about Kyle, wished he’d been allowed to see him one last time, and willed himself to die. It didn’t work. His mouth was still dry and words felt unwieldy.
“A Gamorrean princess delivers my orders every morning and lives under my barn.”
DJFSOIGSIGHOIFDHGODFIHGODFHG Now I know where Kyle got his attitude. :D Morgan is badass too.
