CHAPTER FOUR
Obi Oregano stepped sleepily out of the monorail cab that had carried him from his house to the Han Grippley spaceport for his flight to the planet Yavin. It had been almost an hour-long ride on the 1800-mile-an-hour vehicle and his nerves had been edgy enough to begin with. He had meant to read over some war reports along the way but found himself instead smoking cigarette after cigarette. Still overwrought from the misadventure with his wife the night before; the harried Knight of Gazza paid the Droid collecting fares and stepped into the cool, air-controlled lobby of the crowded spaceport.
After checking in, he headed straight for the bar, even though it was barely lunch time. He needed a drinkl And he had nearly twenty minutes before the flight for the planet Yavin would
