“Are you sure you’ve removed every trace of the Lor-Alai system from the star charts?” Hobbie Klivian demanded; his astromech whistled an affirmative, and Hobbie took one last mournful look at the blue skies swirling below.
A planet full of beautiful women eager to fawn over starfighter pilots was too tempting a prospect to dangle in front of the rest of the squadron — what they really needed, after all, was an unpopulated world for their hidden base — and besides, maybe it was his suspicious nature, but Hobbie didn’t quite trust they way those women had looked at him... a parsec later, and he couldn’t even remember their faces, just the hungry, predatory look in their eyes...
“Delete your internal backup, too,” he told his R5 unit abruptly, “and don’t let anyone talk you into retrieving it, not even me.”
This may not be what you had in mind, but...
A planet full of beautiful women eager to fawn over starfighter pilots was too tempting a prospect to dangle in front of the rest of the squadron — what they really needed, after all, was an unpopulated world for their hidden base — and besides, maybe it was his suspicious nature, but Hobbie didn’t quite trust they way those women had looked at him... a parsec later, and he couldn’t even remember their faces, just the hungry, predatory look in their eyes...
“Delete your internal backup, too,” he told his R5 unit abruptly, “and don’t let anyone talk you into retrieving it, not even me.”