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[小说] 【短篇】声望(Reputation)

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发表于 2015-11-13 22:22 | 显示全部楼层 |阅读模式

声望

阿里·马梅尔
There is no emotion, there is peace.

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 楼主| 发表于 2015-11-13 22:23 | 显示全部楼层

It wasn't even genuine rain pattering down around him, muting the hum of the speeders and skiffs high above. Real rain could never have wormed its way among the various obstacles to reach the city's lower levels. No, this was condensation, dripping from the undersides of bridges, roadways, and TaggeCo grav-cranes overhead. Oily, polluted, stinking and stinging, it was enough to drive almost anyone to seek the nearest shelter.
雨声夹杂着高处的陆行艇和小飞船的轰鸣声,淅淅沥沥地打在他身边,但这不能算是真正的雨。真正的雨绝不可能穿过林立的高楼到达城市下层。这不是雨,而是从上方的大桥和车道上,以及从塔格公司(TaggeCo)的重力起重机中滴下的冷凝液。它油腻,肮脏,臭气刺鼻,足以让几乎所有人都跑去寻找掩蔽。

Almost anyone. Not the hunter.
几乎所有人。但这个猎人不会。

Broad-brimmed hat and sturdy coat of nashtah hide shed the putrid water as efficiently as any forcefield, but even if they hadn't, the figure crouched beneath them would likely never have noticed the precipitation. From a flat and leathery face beneath that brim, the sinister crimson eyes of a Duros peered not at the multitude of towers above and ledges below, or the glimmering of a thousand lights, but into the years ahead.
宽边帽和结实的纳什塔犬(Nashtah)皮大衣比任何立场护盾都更有效地遮挡着污水,但即使没有它们,这个蹲伏在帽子和大衣下的猎人也不会把降水当回事。他那坚硬、棱角鲜明的脸上的两颗属于杜罗人的险恶的血红色眼睛没有盯着上方众多的高楼或下方的台阶,也没有看着数以千计的闪烁着的灯光,他眺望着未来。

War's coming.
战争即将来临。

Most people didn't like to think about it, didn't want to admit it. They pretended the Trade Federation's recent embargoes were flukes; ignored the growing whispers of separation and secession from the Outer Rim systems; placed an almost religious faith in the new chancellor's abilities to reunite a fractious Senate.
人们不愿意考虑它,不愿意接受它。他们假装贸易联盟近来的禁运只是个意外;他们无视外环星域日嚣尘上的分离主义低语;他们将几乎是迷信的希望寄托在新任议长团结难以伺候的议会的能力上。

He knew better, the hunter did. He could smell it in the air, across the length and breadth of the Republic. Might be a few years, yet, but war it would be.
这个猎人懂的更多。在共和国广阔的疆域中,他能闻到空气中弥漫的火藥味。也许要等几年,但战争一定会来临。

And there was money to be made in war. A lot of money; more wealth than even the greediest Corellian could imagine. But he needed the name, the reputation, to claim it, which was why he'd taken this fool's errand of a job in the first-
而战争会创造金钱。无量的金钱;比最贪婪的科雷利亚人所能想像到的还要多。但想要获取它,他需要名誉,需要声望。这就是为什么他一开始会接下这个蠢蛋的活儿。

His eyes snapped back into focus with a single blink at the sudden vibration in the metallic band on his left wrist. Something had tripped the portable sensor field-independent from the building's internal security, and not nearly as easily bypassed-the Duros had placed on the roof below. Indeed, even as he rose for a better view, a glimmer of green luminescence shone, briefly but brightly, from a darkened hatch.
他的目光因左手腕上金属腕带的震动而重新汇集。有人进入了便携探测器的监测区域——这个探测器独立在大楼的安全系统之外,而且很难被避开——杜罗人把它装在了屋顶上。他站起身张望,黑暗的舱口中,绿色的荧光迅速但明亮地一闪而过。

"Suppose it's about that time, then..." the hunter muttered, his voice a rasping, rolling growl. Spindly fingers ran across the custom blasters at his waist in a final check, and then he was off and running. Coat flowing behind him like wings, boots spraying a wake of filthy water, the bounty hunter hit the edge of the platform and leapt.
“差不多是时候了,那么……”猎人轻声说道,他的声音低沉刺耳。修长的手指抚过腰间的两把定制爆能枪,他开始飞奔。大衣如同羽翼一般飘扬在他身后,靴底溅起阵阵脏水,赏金猎人冲向平台边缘,高高跃起。


* * *



"Blast doors down! Blast doors down!"
“关闭防爆门!关闭防爆门!”

Akris Ur'etu, lord of the youthful but rich and brutal Skar'kla Consortium, cringed at the sound of his own voice, shrill enough to drown out the slamming of the heavy slabs. He knew it made him sound panicked, even cowardly, and couldn't do a bleeding thing about it. When the Bothan crime boss grew agitated, his shadow-gray fur stood on end and his voice screeched like the felines he so greatly resembled.
阿基里斯·乌里图(Akris Ur'etu),初出茅庐但财大气粗野蛮无理的斯卡科拉财团(Skar'kla Consortium)的头领,颇带畏惧地大叫着,尖锐的声音淹没了沉重的大门关闭时的巨响。他知道这会显得自己很恐慌,甚至懦弱,但他对此无能为力。这个波森人(Bothan)罪犯头子忧心忡忡,他身上深灰色的毛发直立,声音像猫一样尖锐。

Still, whatever his people thought of his bravery-or lack thereof-they obeyed. Half a dozen guards, human and otherwise, crouched throughout the room or flattened themselves against the walls, blasters and slug-throwers trained on the nigh-impregnable door. Ur'etu himself clutched a holdout blaster in one paw, hidden behind his magnificent desk of blood-red greel wood.
不管他的手下们认为他是勇敢无比——还是缺少它——他们都照办了。半打由人类和其他种族组成的守卫缩在屋子里或软趴趴地靠在墙上,爆能枪和射弹枪对着近乎坚不可摧的防爆门。乌里图一只爪子拿着袖珍爆能枪,躲在他豪华的——用红格里尔木(red greel wood)制作的血红色办公桌后。

"Is it him?" he demanded, his tone now slightly more under control. He ran his empty paw over his head, as though he could force his fur to relax. "Are we certain it's him?"
“是他吗?”他问道,声音稍微镇定下来。他把空着的爪子放在头上,让他的毛放松下来。“我们能确定是他吗?”

A bronze-scaled Trandoshan thug opened his maw to speak, but the answer quickly became moot. A pinprick of glowing heat blossomed through the blast door; molten durasteel trickled from the breach, disturbingly like seepage from a ruptured cyst.
一个青铜色鳞片的特兰多沙人(Trandoshan)正要张嘴说话,但他的话停在了嗓子眼里。防爆门上的一点被高温所融化;耐钢不断从切口处滴落,就像破裂的囊肿一般。

Swiftly, smoothly, that point became a line, tracing its way down the surface of the door. Ur'etu could practically envision the brown robed figure on the other side, lightsaber pressed tight to the portal.
迅速、顺滑地,切口由点到线,在门的表面游走着。乌里图几乎能看到门后的棕色长袍了,光剑的剑刃刺穿了防爆门。
There is no emotion, there is peace.

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 楼主| 发表于 2015-11-13 22:24 | 显示全部楼层
"As he likes it, then," the Bothan sneered, his worry drowning in a growing tide of anger. "I don't know why this Jedi's been interfering with my operations-or what happened to the bounty hunter who's supposed to get him out of my fur!-but it ends here! The instant that door opens, I want that hallway filled with enough blaster fire to charbroil a Hutt!"
“看来他很喜欢这样,”波森人嘲笑道,他的恐惧被愤怒所掩盖。“我不知道为什么这个绝地老是来找我的麻烦——那个应该来赶跑他的赏金猎人到底跑哪去了!——但我不需要再担心了!只要那道门一开,就给我用足以烧烤赫特人的火力开火!

Guards grunted, fingers flexed on triggers and firing studs-and slowly, methodically, the sizzling outline in the blast door grew...
保镖们咕哝着,搭在扳机上的手指绷紧——缓慢,匀整地,切割线在防爆门上游走……

When the cut was finally complete, a chunk of durasteel simply slid away and toppled into the chamber. Clearly, the Jedi had canted the cut downward so gravity alone would do the job of moving the heavy slab; had any of Ur'etu's men been fool enough to stand too close, they'd have been pulped.
切割完成了,一大块耐钢从门上脱落,翻倒在地上。很明显,绝地在切割时带有一定的角度,这样他就能把推开沉重的门板的任务交给重力来做;乌里图的手下没有一个人蠢到膽敢靠近防爆门,否则他们会被压扁的。

Blasters screamed and bolts flew even as the room shuddered at the impact, so many and so rapidly that the ambient air grew charged, but no target stood revealed for them to hit. After a few volleys that served no purpose other than to score the walls beyond, it finally dawned on the lot of them that they were firing into an empty corridor.
爆能枪尖啸,房间因为爆能束的冲击而震颤着。周围的空气在一瞬间沸腾了起来,但门口并没有绝地的身影。对于朝墙壁上徒劳地开枪的保镖们来说,走廊里空无一人令他们感到欣慰。

Empty... until, just as the Trandoshan began to edge forward, a tiny metallic sphere bounced into the room from off to the left of the gaping hole in the door.
空无一人……特兰多沙人正要朝门口走去,一颗小巧的金属圆球从门上的大洞左边弹了进来。

"Detonator!"
“手雷!”

Ur'etu dropped beneath his heavy desk with a horrified yowl; guards dove for cover or turned to run, as though there were any real way to escape.
乌里图尖叫着屁滚尿流地钻到大办公桌底下;保镖们要么寻找掩体,要么四散奔逃,尽管没有地方可逃。

The blast, when it came, was almost pure heat and flame without concussion. The Trandoshan and two other thugs were incinerated outright, the others singed to various degrees of pain. Smoke, far more than any traditional thermal detonator should have emitted, billowed upward to cloud not only the doorway but that entire half of the room.
首先到来的是不含冲击波的纯粹的热量和火焰。特兰多沙人和另外两个保镖瞬间被烧焦了,其他人忍受着高温的折磨。爆炸放出的烟雾远远超过了常规的热能手雷应有的量,整个房间连同走廊都被烟气所充满。

"Eyes on the door!" the Bothan shrieked from beneath the desk. "He'll be-!"
“盯住门口!”波森人缩在桌子底下尖叫。“他要——”

He already was. From the very top of the smoke, carried through the fumes in a leap that no normal human could have duplicated, the dark-clad intruder rolled. A sizzling snap-hiss and an emerald reflection in the cloud heralded his arrival. The lightsaber flashed, and the first of the surviving guards went down.
他已经来了。烟雾中,一袭黑衣的入侵者以正常人类望尘莫及的速度一跃而出。一道朦胧的绿光和嗡嗡的低吟声宣告了他的到来。光剑闪过,保镖倒地。

From well behind the Jedi-who, it turned out, was a blackhaired and bearded human of average height, clad in a dark-hued variant of the Order's traditional garb-the bounty hunter watched through narrowed crimson slits. One finger idly tapped at his chin, while the other kept the same rhythm on the butt of a holstered blaster.
在绝地的背后——那个中等身材,黑发留须,身着暗色调、和武士团的传统服饰略有差异的长袍的绝地背后——赏金猎人眯起血红色的双眼,一边用手指敲打着嘴唇,一边以同样的节奏敲打着枪套里的爆能枪。

These were no Jedi tactics he'd ever heard of! Slicing through the blast door, that was one thing, but the Duros had never seen a lightsaber like this one. The shaft alone was over a meter long, as though the weapon had been stuck on the end of a small pike, turning it into more of a spear than a sword. And he'd watched as the Jedi ducked aside, hunkering behind the segment of the door still standing until the inevitable barrage had passed, and then...
他可没听说过这样的绝地战术!能切开防爆门是一回事,但杜罗人从未见过那样一把光剑。光是它的握柄就有一米来长,好像是把光剑插在一根细长棍子的顶端一样,它更像矛而非剑。他眼瞧着绝地蹲在门前切割,在切开后闪到一旁躲过必然会有的弹幕阻击,紧接着……

"Since when," he asked himself softly," does the Jedi satchel of tricks include thermal detonators?"
“从什么时候,”他轻声问自己,“绝地开始用热能手雷这种小把戏了?”

Most curious of all, though, was the leap that carried the intruder into the chamber beyond the wall of smoke. For just a split second, as the Jedi crouched, the bounty hunter swore he spotted tiny flashes of light from the soles of the man's boots.
然而,最古怪的是入侵者朝烟雾弥漫的房间里的那一跳。赏金猎人可以发誓,在绝地蜷起身子起跳的那一刻,他看到他的靴底有极小的闪光。

"Well, now. What exactly are we looking at here?"
“哎呀,那么,这家伙到底是什么人呢?”

Tugging the collar of his coat high and tight to filter the worst of the fumes (Breathing tubes! Best add breathing tubes to my own sack of tricks...), the bounty hunter crept toward the smoke.
赏金猎人拉起大衣领,系紧领口以免受烟雾的袭扰。(呼吸管!最好置备一套呼吸管……)他这样想着,匍匐爬进了烟雾中。


* * *



When the boss of the Skar'kla Consortium had ducked beneath his desk, it wasn't only because he'd hoped the heavy greel wood might shield him from the blast. A hidden switch, a quick turn, and the floor beside the desk hissed open. By the time the last of the guards fell to the lightsaber, Ur'etu was already dashing along a metal-paneled corridor, swearing up a storm in Bothese between ragged gasps. He'd expected he might have to retreat, that the guards upstairs might not be enough-but he thought they'd at least have slowed the blasted Jedi down a little! With every step, he had to quash the urge to look over his shoulder, convinced he heard pounding footsteps or the sinister hum of the blade close behind him. A dozen times he started at sudden movement, and a dozen times it proved nothing more than his own reflection in the polished walls.
斯卡科拉财团的头头龟缩在桌子底下,但他并不只是寄希望于厚重的桌子能顶住一段时间的攻击。他拧下一个隐藏开关,桌子底下的地板嘶拉一声滑开了。当最后一个守卫倒在光剑下时,乌里图已经冲进了下行的隧道中,一边大喘气一边吐出一连串博森语脏字。他预料过自己被迫撤退的状况,因为上面的保安根本不够——但他觉得他们至少能拖住那个该死的绝地一小会!每跑一步,他都忍不住想回头看一眼,他确信自己听到了背后沉重的脚步声和光剑不详的低吟声。但每次他扭头张望,也只能证明那只是他自己的脚步声在光滑的金属墙壁上的反射罢了。
There is no emotion, there is peace.

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 楼主| 发表于 2015-11-13 22:25 | 显示全部楼层
Finally, after what felt like a sprint of roughly a light year or so, he came to the end of the corridor, and a heavy door not substantially thinner than the blast doors above. Somewhat frantically-for now he really did hear the rapid steps of the oncoming Jedi-he waved a paw over a sensor recessed into the durasteel. Instantly the portal slid up into the frame, revealing Ur'etu's security center.
他觉得自己冲刺了简直有一光年远,终于,一扇厚度不亚于上面防爆门的大门出现在他面前,隧道已经到了尽头。他突然感到一阵恐怖——这次他着实听到了飞奔而来的绝地急促的脚步声——他朝嵌在耐钢里的探测器挥舞着爪子。门一瞬间向上滑去,乌里图的安全中心出现在门后。

From amidst a ring of standing monitors, the Bothan's Weequay security chief peered at him.
在一大堆监视器中间,威奎人保安队长盯着他。

"Problem, boss?"
“出什么事了,老板?”

The clunk of the closing door masked another stream of Bothese obscenities. "What the mradhe muck kind of stupid question is that?!"
大门关闭的巨响掩盖了另一句波森语脏话。“你问的这是什么姆拉德(译注:Mradhe,一种以污泥为食的生物,这里用来骂人)垃圾问题?!”

The Weequay shrugged, and if he felt at all contrite, it didn't show in the crags and wrinkles of his coarse face. "Thought you said you'd call me when you needed-"
威奎人耸了耸肩,他那布满褶皱的粗糙脸庞上一点悔悟的表情都没有。“记得你说过需要帮助的话会叫我——”

"Wasn't time! That Jedi tore your men apart!"
“别说了!那个绝地已经把你的手下大卸八块了!”

"My-?"
“我的——?”

"He's coming through that door any second," Ur'etu continued between wheezes.
“他随时都可能从那道门里冲进来,”乌里图趁喘气的间隙说道。

"Good!" The security chief stepped away from his post, a stubby force pike clutched in his left fist. It began to crackle and spit, as though just as anxious as its wielder for the coming chaos. "Been wantin' to try my hand against a Jedi."
“太好了!”保安队长说着走下监视台,左手抓着一根粗短的力矛。力矛振动着,和它的主人一样为将要到来的恶战而焦虑。“一直想亲手对付绝地试试。”

"You don't have to beat the son of a mynock! Just lock him up long enough for..." The Bothan hefted his blaster.
“你不必打败那个迈诺克(Mynock)娘养的!只要把他堵在外面一会就……”波森人举起爆能枪。

"Just don' hit me, boss."
“别打到我就好,老板。”

"Oh, thank you so much for the-"
“噢,我还真是得感谢你——”

No lightsaber cuts this time; the door simply slid upward once more to reveal the cloaked and cowled figure beyond.
这次没有切割进来的光剑;门又一次向上滑开,隐藏在长袍兜帽下的身影出现在门后。

Instantly Ur'etu stepped back and to one side, raising the small but deadly weapon in hopes of a clean shot. The Weequay strode forward, force pike spinning idly at his side.
乌里图立刻后退着躲到一边,举起他那小而致命的武器,希望能将绝地一枪毙命。威奎人大踏步朝绝地走去,手里的力矛悠闲地耷拉在身侧。

The Jedi's left hand rose, fingers pointing at the Bothan.
绝地举起左手,指着波森人。

Ur'etu gasped as the blaster abruptly tore itself from his grip and sailed across the chamber to slap into a dark-gloved palm.
乌里图屏住呼吸,爆能枪脱离他的抓握,飞过房间,啪地落在绝地戴着黑色手套的手中。

The Weequay had crossed roughly half the distance between them in a sudden lunge before the Jedi flipped the blaster around and shot him in the face.
威奎人猛然一跃,将自己和绝地之间的距离拉近到原先的一半。但绝地手起枪响,打中了威奎人的脸。

"Now... now wait a minute..." the Bothan protested, backing away with both paws raised. "Look, I don't know what grudge you have against my organization, but I'm sure there's some arrangement that we can glrk..."
“等……等一下……”波森人举起双爪,抗议道。“你瞧,我不知道你对我的组织有什么深仇大恨,但我确定我们能达成一些共识……”

The Jedi stepped to one side, left hand pointing once more, and Ur'etu began to choke.
绝地走向一旁,左手又指向乌里图,波森人开始窒息。


* * *



"Right. Think I've seen about enough, then."
“行了。我看够了。”

Two faces, one hooded and one furred, twitched around as the bounty hunter stepped calmly into the security chamber. Ur'etu made a peculiar gurgling in his throat, gesturing madly toward the Jedi with one paw while the other continued to grab futilely at his own neck.
两张面孔,一张藏在兜帽下,一张被毛发覆盖,在赏金猎人悠闲地走进安全中心时,二人的脸色一百八十度大转弯。乌里图的喉咙发出窒息声,他一只爪子疯狂地指着绝地,另一只徒劳地抓着自己的脖子。

The Duros watched the Jedi's arm shift beneath his robes, saw the indecision on the man's face, and offered a broad, sharp-toothed grin. "Don't mind me. I got no intention of interfering. By all means, finish up."
绝地藏在长袍下的手蠢蠢欲动,杜罗人看到他的脸上写满了犹豫。赏金猎人笑了,露出尖锐的牙齿。“别在意我。我不打算干涉你们。不管怎样,赶快杀了他完事。”

One wouldn't have thought the suffocating Bothan's eyes could bulge any wider. One would have been wrong. Ur'etu, boss of the Skar'kla Consortium, died staring in horrified rage at the blue-skinned bounty hunter.
喘不上气的波森人双眼惊讶地睁大。乌里图,斯卡科拉财团的头领,惊骇地盯着蓝皮肤赏金猎人,咽下了最后一口气。

"Now," the bounty hunter began as the body slumped to the floor, "let's you and me talk a minute."
“现在,”赏金猎人靠在门上,“咱俩来谈谈。”

"What about?" Even had the Jedi's words not swum in a soup of suspicion, the hand he rested on the hilt of his lightsaber would have been indicator enough.
“谈什么?”尽管绝地的言语并未显得慌张,但他垂在光剑剑柄旁的手却出卖了他。

"Mostly about how you faked all..." Long blue fingers waved idly at the room in general. "All this."
“谈谈你是如何瞒天过海的……”修长的蓝色手指慵懒地比划着。“关于所有这一切。”

The hand on the lightsaber shaft tightened.
光剑上的手猛然握紧。

"I don't recommend it, son. Not even a Jedi'd be fast enough-and we both know you're no Jedi."
“我奉劝你最好别那么做,小子。你可没有绝地那么快——你我都知道,你是个冒牌货。”

The man's answering hiss of astonished anger led into the louder hiss of plasma, the lightsaber blade once more snapping on to bathe him in a faint green glow...
男人惊讶恼怒地小声叫了起来,随之而来的是等离子的嗡嗡声,光剑再次启动,闪亮的绿色剑刃将他周身照亮……

And just as swiftly shut down as a blaster bolt tore through the shaft, sending metal shrapnel, burnt wiring, and crystalline shards tearing through cloth and, in a few painful instances, skin.
转瞬之间,一发爆能束撕裂空气猛扑而来,房间里金属残片、烧焦的电线像麻布一样被撕碎,碎片四处乱飞,冒牌绝地皮开肉绽,痛苦万分。

"Stolen lightsaber, right?" the bounty hunter continued, as casually as if discussing the latest slingball match. "Extra haft makes it easier to wield without leaving a few of your own limbs behind, that one's obvious. What else you got?"
“偷来的光剑,对吗?”赏金猎人随意地说道,就像在谈论最近的抛球(译注:Slingbal,球类运动,在比赛中受伤很常见)比赛。“加长剑柄,让你的胳膊好缩在后面,这很明显。你还有什么把戏?”
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 楼主| 发表于 2015-11-13 22:26 | 显示全部楼层
The "Jedi" leapt, clearing the control panels and half the chamber in a bound, heading toward the fallen Weequay and-presumably-his weapons.
“绝地”一跃而起,瞬间飞越半个房间,朝倒下的威奎人冲去——大概是想拿他的武器。

"The boots, right. Impressive." A second blaster bolt flew, piercing miniature engine, leather, and flesh alike. Smoke, so thick it was almost a fluid, gushed from the human's right heel. Propelled only by the other, now, his leap veered off course, slamming him into the wall with a bone-bruising crunch. He slid to the floor, groaning. "Smallest personal jet I've seen was 30-kilo pack," the Duros told him, gesturing idly with the pistol. "You're lucky I made that shot, by the way. I don't typically practice shooting to wound."
“那双靴子,没错。真令人印象深刻。”第二发爆能束飞来,击穿了微型引擎,皮革,以及血肉。男人的右脚跟处冒出浓烟。失去了一边的推力,他失去控制,旋转着乱飞,重重地拍在了墙上。他倒在地上,呻吟着。“我见过最小的个人喷气推进器也是三十千克重的大块头。”杜罗人说着,用手枪懒散地比划着。“顺便说一句,打中你那一枪算你走运。我通常不拿伤员练习射击。”

Fingers shaking, the supposed Jedi raised a hand once more. The blaster quivered in the hunter's hand, then began to pull away.
冒牌绝地再次举起一只手,手指颤抖着。赏金猎人手中的爆能枪震颤着,随后飞了出去。

"Mono-filament cable with a magnetic grapple?" The bounty hunter yanked, and the wounded man slid across the floor, dragged by his own wrist. "Probably looked just like the Force to that scared Bothan idiot when you snagged his blaster." The human fetched up against the hunter's feet with a pained gasp.
“单束长线和磁力抓钩?”赏金猎人使劲一拽,受伤的男人便被扯着手腕,生拉硬拽地拖过地面。“可能看起来比较像原力,那个波森傻蛋在你把他缴械的时候吓昏了头了。”男人痛苦地喘息着被拖到猎人的脚下。

"And the suffocation. Let me see..." He bent low, studying the other's wrist gauntlets. "Gas emitter. Wouldn't recommend trying that, not with you and me so close. Might choke the both of us, hmm?
“接下来是窒息的花招。让我瞧瞧……”他弯下腰,仔细端详着“绝地”的长手套。“气体喷射装置。咱们离的这么近,你不会想用这东西的。否则咱俩都会窒息,嗯?”

"Real clever scheme, I'll give you that." The Duros holstered his weapon, then again started to idly tap a finger against his chin. "Leave behind a few bodies killed with a lightsaber or choked without any bruising, make sure witnesses see you performing a few tricks, and everyone's thinking your target riled up the Jedi something fierce. So nobody-not the authorities, not Ur'etu's allies-are looking at any of his business rivals. Smart.
“要我说,真是聪明的把戏。”杜罗人将武器收回枪套,又用手指轻轻敲打起嘴唇。“留下几具死于光剑或不留痕迹地窒息的尸体,确保目击者看到你表演的小把戏,所有人都会觉得他们激怒了一个凶猛的绝地。这样就不会有人——当局不会,乌里图的盟友也不会——想到他的生意对手才是幕后主使。真聪明。”

"So which Hutt are you working for?"
“那么,你为哪个赫特人工作?”

"What did-? I never said... How-?"
“你说什——?我可没说过……怎么会——?”

"Not hard to figure. Not like anyone but the Hutts have been trying to move on Skar'kla territory."
“不难猜出来。没有人比赫特人更想入主斯卡科拉的地盘了。”

The "Jedi" nodded once, his teeth clenched.
“绝地”点了点头,咬紧牙。

"All right. Then here's the deal, son. I took Ur'etu's job-that's killing you, in case you still weren't sure-because I figured taking down a Jedi would garner some attention. But everyone would've figured it out, once I brought you in. So here's what I figure: The Hutt's bounty on the Bothan must be pretty sizable, so I'm going to collect it.
“好了。咱们做个交易,小子。我接了乌里图的任务——杀了你,这一点你要知道——因为我觉得干掉一个绝地可以使自己声名大噪。但如果你死在这里,那事情就露馅了。我猜赫特人悬赏那个波森人的价码相当可观,因此我要拿走那笔钱。

"And you... You're gonna convince me I made the right call letting you live by teaching me how to construct this kind of miniaturized equipment." Already the hunter's mind was reeling with the possibilities; energy fields, ship controls, hidden weapons, code breakers...
“而你……你应该让我确信,我饶你一命以让你告诉我如何制造这些装备的决定是正确的。”赏金猎人的思绪已经飘到了无数种可能性之中;能量护盾、飞船控制器、隐藏武器、解码器……

The false Jedi was clearly wise enough not to bother asking what would happen should he refuse. Instead, he nodded a second time, even more stiffly. "I didn't catch your name, bounty hunter."
冒牌绝地没有傻到去问拒绝的后果,而是又生硬地点了点头。“我还不知道你的名字,赏金猎人。”

"Bane. The name's Cad Bane."
“贝恩。我叫凯德·贝恩。”

"Never heard of you."
“没听说过。”

"No." Bane couldn't keep a broad and vicious smile from spreading across his face. War was looming-and the hunter with access to this kind of gear, and the right attitude to use it, would have more than enough of a reputation to cash in when the time came. "No, you wouldn't have.
“当然。”一道邪恶的微笑在贝恩的脸上展开。战争即将到来——赏金猎人有精良的装备和正确的态度来利用战争,当时机来临时,他需要远远多于足够多的声望。“当然没有,你不会听说过的。

"Not yet."
“现在还不会。”



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