Six Sentence Sunday
<<Can’t blow up if think you dead.>>
Anakin’s eyes went wide. This was true . . . As long as the detonator was never pressed, the slave chip inside of him would never blow. But that was a risk. A huge risk. But what would happen if Anakin returned to Jabba? He’d get beaten. Probably thrown in a cell for a while. That would be the best scenario. The scenarios got worst from there including being fed to Jabba’s rancor.
Or he could . . . run . . . Be free . . .
Anakin nodded, but then Jommar’s blaster came back up.
<<Need proof,>> Jommar said. <<Nulla demands proof Anakin dead.>>
<<What is she expecting? You to bring back my remains from my smoldering racer?>>
Jommar’s face only darkened.
<<Kriff,>> Anakin said softly. Of course Nulla would suggest that. She was a Hutt.
