The Hutt Gambit 1

"Let's not waste time," Fett said, his voice flat and inhuman as it came through the helmet's speaker. "You mentioned Mandalorian wrist-darts in your collection as my fee for coming here for a personal interview. Take me to see them. Now."

"Oh, certainly, certainly, Master Fett, sir," Teroenza cried. He had a sudden cold certainty that if Fett were to decide for some reason to kill him, there would be little he could do to prevent it. Despite Teroenza's massive bulk, easily five times that of the human, he felt naked and vulnerable in the presence of the notorious bounty hunter. Quickly he ushered Fett through the door in his private apartment that led into his treasure room. "They're right here," he said, having to forcibly stop himself from talking too quickly, almost babbling. Fett moved beside him, his progress as silent and deadly as a poison dart.

Opening a case, the Ylesian High Priest seized the wristlets. Each contained a spring mechanism that
would shoot a profusion of tiny, deadly darts when the wearer moved his fingers in a certain way. “A matched set," Teroenza gabbled. “I was assured they're in perfect working order."

"I'll determine that for myself," Fett said, his voice, as always, flat and emotionless. Sealing the wristlets on, he turned in one smooth lithe motion, and fired both of them into a thick tapestry that adorned the wall. Teroenza squeaked in protest, but dared not say more. Only after Fett had collected the darts from the tapestry did he turn to face the High Priest. "Very well. I am paid for my time, Priest. What is it you wish?"-Chpt.4 pgs.206-207