You're him, " he said.

A crawling sensation went up Starkiller's spine. "Him who?"

"Juno told me about you. You flew together. She told me she..." A pained expression flashed across Shyre's face. "She told me you died. "

Starkiller didn't hesitate. He didn't need people talking about him behind his back, not when Darth Vader was sending bounty hunters across the galaxy in search of him. The wrong word in the wrong ear could bring about a much greater disaster than the one he was trying to prevent.

He rook three steps closer to Shyre and raised his left hand.

"You don't know me, " he said.

The repairman stiffened and his voice took on a distant tone. "I don't know you. "

"I was never here. "

"You were never here. "

"Neither were Kota and Juno. "

"Neither was Kota. "

"Or Juno. "

Shyre's jaw muscles worked. "Or Juno. "

"Good. You've got a lot to clean up and you'd better get on with it. "

"Okay, well, I've got a huge mess to clean up here. Guess I'd better get on with it. "

Starkiller released his hold over him. Shyre turned and went looking for a broom. Starkiller left him to it.

Chapter 11