"Getting
onto Coruscant let alone into the Imperial Palace is going to take some
doing," Arla put in, frowning in thought.
"There..."
Chezz began, hesitantly, "There's the Wild Thing..."
Lainy
smiled at him, knowing just how much Chezz loved the Wild Thing and
how big an offer that was from him. "We'd need a pilot,"
she reminded him, mocking gently, "And I bet a month's drinking
money that you've rigged her in some way that you'll forget
to tell us about and we'll all end up getting self destructed..."
"There's
the Troubadour..." Poom-Bar suggested. "The Boss and Rishard
Bess have worked together before... I'm sure he'd be willing
to be part of the plan..."
"The
Troubadour is bigger than the Wild Thing," Shei added. "No
offence, Chezz..."
"None
taken..."
"It
ain't what you've got, mate," Arny quipped with a grin,
stabbing the cigar towards Chezz, "it's what you do with it!"
There
was a mild ripple of laughter that faded back into thoughtful silence.
"So
if Bess agrees, then we've got a ride to Coruscant. Then what?"
Sha Aegis asked. "There's going to be too much firepower and
security for a smash and grab..."
The
soft murmur of concurrence died into another long bout of silence, everyone
sitting deep in thought. "Oh come on, guys," Kirixchi put
in finally, "Skywalker and Solo's crew got the Princess Leia
off of the Death Star! How hard can this be?"