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Hasti put a hand on Badure’s arm. “We’re wasting time; our luggage is still at the district hostelry.”
    “Clear skies, Han,” Badure said in a quiet voice, “and to the Wook as well.”
    Han gazed after the two long after they had disappeared on a passenger beltway.
    Determined to put the incident out of his mind, he entered the spa. It offered specific creature comforts to a huge variety of human, humanoid, and nonhumanoid species. There were zero-gee massagers, ozone chambers, effluvial rinses, and many other options for humans; mud tanks for visiting Draflago; dermal autostrippers to service a Lisst’n or Pui-Ui; gill-flushes for any of a number of piscine or amphibian lifeforms; and as many other ablutive and restorative amenities as could be packed into the huge complex.
    Inquiring at the central information area, Han discovered that Chewbacca was still enjoying the pleasures of a full-service grooming. Han himself had meant to take a leisurely cycle of soaking, sauna, massage, and pore cleansing, followed by a visit to the tonsorial center. But his encounter with Badure and Hasti left him feeling in need of a more active and distracting program.
    He undressed in a private booth, storing gun and other valuables in a lockbox and feeding his pleated dress shirt, clothes, and boots to an autovalet. Then he dropped several coins into the slot of an omniron and stepped inside, keying it for maximum treatment.
    In fifteen-second cycles icy water sprayed at him, sonics vibrated his skin and flesh, waves of heat lashed and nearly seared him, needle-streams of biodetergents lathered him, walls of swirling foam broke and surged through the cubicle, air nozzles hosed their blasts, and emollients were rubbed on him by vigorous autoapplicators.
    He withstood the brunt of these processes and took on more cycles, finding he couldn’t shake the image of Badure. Telling himself he had done the shrewd thing did no more to improve his state of mind than did the elaborate bubble bath he was taking, he concluded. So he terminated the omniron’s program short of its allotted time, recovered his cleaned clothing and shined boots from the autovalet, donned his blaster, and resettled his vest. Then he set off to find his partner.
    Chewbacca was in the portion of the spa reserved for its more hirsute clientele. Following the light-strip directory system helpfully placed along the floors, Han found his friend’s treatment room. Checking the room’s monitoring screen, he saw the Wookiee floating in a zero-gee field, arms and legs splayed. He was near the end of his session; every individual hair had been given a light mutual-repulsion charge to separate it while dirt, particulate matter, and old oils wereremoved. Now new oils and conditioners were being gently applied. Chewbacca wore a toothy grin, luxuriating in the treatment as he floated like a tremendous stuffed toy, his billowing pelt making him seem twice his normal girth.
    Turning from the screen, Han noticed two very appealing young human females who were also waiting. One, a tall blond in an expensive jumpsuit, spoke into the ear of her companion, a shorter girl with ringlets of brown hair. The second girl wore a sportier outfit of shorts and singlet; she eyed Han speculatively. “Are you here to meet Captain Chewbacca, sir?”
    Mystified, Han repeated, “
Captain …
”
    “Chewbacca. We saw him walking across campus and we had to stop him and talk. We’re both taking courses in nonhuman ethnology, and we couldn’t pass up the chance. We’ve studied the Wookiee language tapes a little, so we understood a bit. Captain Chewbacca told us his copilot would be coming by to meet him. He invited us to go with you on a groundcoach ride.”
    Han smiled in spite of himself. “Fine with me. I’m Captain Chewbacca’s first mate, Han Solo.”
    He had just established that the brunette’s name was Viurre and her blond girlfriend’s Kiili when Chewbacca emerged from the