Aug 27, 2013
The
landscape was desolate. Under the huge sickly blue sky the desert extended
seemingly indefinitely. The air smelled of rotting refuse and industrial waste.
The people were mostly short, hunched over, grey-faced. No one smiled, no one
greeted anyone else, ever. The just walked on their short legs, looking down on
the ground, each lost in his or her own sad little world.
Han looked
at Souzza.
“What the
hell happened here?”
Souzza
smiled, instantly revealing hundreds of small sharp teeth in his mouth-hole,
and making the thousands of grey wiry lines on his face contort in a nauseating
manner.
“I told
you. The process to make me immortal had a cost. I didn’t pay it of course. But
these fuckers did. I made them all pay, so that I could go on forever!”
His voice a
metal screech that made quite a few people run off and hide behind some sickly
looking rocks or shrubberies.
Han smiled.
“Immortal,
eh?”
Souzza
grinned wider, nodding.
Han drew
his blaster, placed it against Souzzas head, and fired. A cloud of greenish
liquid and flesh was all that remained.
Place
of factories, place of tears.
The Apocryphal Adventures of Han Solo (vol. 5)
F. Gregory. (Chapbook. Undated. Printed in
Czechoslovakia.)
Aug 16, 2013
Aug 3, 2013
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