If there was anybody in the galaxy who he’d want to watch his back—with the exception of Roan or Obi-Wan—it was Clive Flax.
"So what's the plan?" Ferus asked.
"What plan?"
"The escape plan. I know you have one."
"You’re right," Clive admitted easily. "I just need an accomplice. The galaxy smiled on me the day I saw your ugly mug in here. That's why I kept you alive."
"You mean you only saved my life so you could use me?"
"Of course, mate. You know I only think about my own sweet self." Clive grinned at him.
"Tell me the plan," Ferus said. "I don’t care what it is—I’m in."
Excerpt from Jude Watson's The Last of the Jedi Book 4 - Death on Naboo













