Chapter 9

“Fits perfectly. Didn’t even need alterations,” Pre Vizsla said in the holocall, removing his helmet while wearing Tarre Vizsla’s armor. He looked smug as he spoke. “Thanks, Max. I’ll happily accept this generous gift.”

Bespin wasn’t some hidden presence anymore. On February 10, Galactic Standard Year 5, Pre Vizsla called the Bespin Mandalorian Autonomous Territory government hotline, asking to speak with Max Vizsla. After Max agreed, the call was patched through to the Kom’rk he was aboard.

“Clap, clap, clap.” Max pursed his lips, looked Pre Vizsla up and down, said nothing, and applauded.