Journey to Star Wars: The Force Awakens the Weapon of a Jedi: A Luke Skywalker Adventure Read Online Free PDF

of the landing field. Luke descended from the cockpit and patted the Y-wing’s
hull gratefully, then strolled across the landing field as the droids extricatedthemselves from the fighter.
    A Devaronian male met him at the door, wiping his hands on a rag. Behind him, a teenage Devaronian girl looked up from a cluttered workbench, scowling beneath her polarized goggles.
    “Name’s Korl Marcus,” Luke said after a tense moment in which he couldn’t remember what it said on his false identification. “I’m a hyperspace scout. My
droids and I ran intoa little pirate trouble a couple of systems over, and we need some repairs.”
    “I’m Kivas,” the Devaronian said. “That’s my daughter, Farnay. Let me get a light and we’ll take a look at your problem.”
    Kivas fetched a work light, and Luke followed him across the landing field, where the droids were waiting.
    “Hello, sir,” Threepio said. “I am See-Threepio, human-cyborg relations. And thisis—”
    “No need to be so formal, Threepio,” Luke said hastily. “Let the man work.”
    Kivas let the light play over the Y-wing’s twisted hull and peered into the craters blasted into its plating. The holes in the starboard engine were fringed with beads where laser blasts
had liquefied the metal.
    “Pirate trouble, eh?” he said with a smirk. “Should probably report that to the Imperialgovernor.”
    “I probably should,” Luke said, giving Threepio a warning glance. “Did I mention I have credits?”
    “Always good to hear,” Kivas said. “I can repair this with what I have in the shop. But it will take three or four days—and six thousand credits. All in
advance.”
    “Six thousand?” Threepio gasped. “Master L—um, Korl, this man does not run a reputable business. I suggest we—”

    “That will do, Threepio,” Luke said. “Six thousand? Really?”
    “It would cost less if I had replacement parts shipped in from the capital,” Kivas said with a shrug. “But then there’d be a lot of paperwork. Permits, bureaucrats asking
questions, that sort of thing.”
    “Oh, there’s enough paperwork in the galaxy as it is,” Luke said smoothly, reaching for his credit chip. “Let’s not troublethe authorities—surely the Empire
has more important things to worry about than repairs to a scout ship.”
    “I’ll get your fighter under cover, then,” Kivas said, showing a mouthful of pointed teeth. “Town’s that way—you can take a room at the depot with the
others.”
    The depot was a rambling building in the center of Tikaroo, assembled seemingly at random from wood, stone, prefab plasticbuildings, and shipping containers emblazoned with
the faded logos of Corellian import-export firms. A long porch looked out over shuttered shops and food stalls. Landspeeders, speeder bikes, and a trio of squat, green-skinned pack beasts awaited
their owners out front.
    Luke followed the buzz of conversation and music through a pair of swinging doors and into a wide common room crowdedwith tables, mismatched chairs, and couches, many of which had seen better
decades. Faces turned his way as he entered, with Threepio following uncertainly behind. There were men and women from a dozen different species, though at least half of those gathered were
Devaronians. A few wore rich clothes, but most were clad in worn, practical garments.
    “Hey, Porst! Fresh meat!” one of theDevaronians yelled as Luke made his way across the room to a counter crowded with bottles of brightly colored liquid. Some of the liquids were
fizzing or roiling in a way he found alarming. “Man needs a room! And probably a guide!”
    A Rodian missing one of his antennae began pounding on a buzzer set into the top of the counter, grinning at Luke. After a moment an old Devaronian with an eyepatch emerged from a curtained
alcove, looking Luke up and down. He named an exorbitant price for a room.
    “That’s fine,” Luke said before Threepio could risk another short circuit.