POV: The Price
By Avery "Foxfire" Schroeder,
Daniel "Drake" Sutherland,
and Dario "Ibero" Pozo
by Dario "Ibero" Pozo
[Present time: Some
place in Imperial Space]
The Core's systems
made an incredible spectacle at the main view screen. The frigate Trailblazer
was following a direct course towards those worlds, but long before reaching
them it would intersect the Imperial defence lines around Coruscant and
its satellite worlds. That would be a terrible battle, the old man knew
that, and he also knew that it would be his last combat. There was no
way to survive to that, but he had expected for years to die in battle.
On his right he could see Corvette Tideria's bow, occupying the
right flank of the arrow formation. The other Corvette, Hunter,
could barely be seen at port, covering Trailblazer's left flank.
Two Corvettes and a Frigate, he thought. Nobody would think
we have something to do against the cream of the Imperial Navy.
He allowed himself a grin. At his back, none of the people working on
the bridge noticed any change in the Admiral. He had been there for half
an hour, standing up before the viewscreen without talking, and all of
them had learned to respect those moments, the only ones when the old
Admiral seemed to enjoy some relaxation. Nobody would have thought
we were going to be successful in our attack against the shipyards back
at Sindar II. The grin grew even broader, and his grey eyes seemed
to brighten like the stars they were watching. But we gave them a good
lesson. Oh, yes, that was one of the best...
He remembered the
last briefing before starting their mission, three weeks ago. Even Admiral
Ackbar had doubted they were going to succeed, but had decided to trust
him one more time. Garil had chosen not to use a big combat group..
There was not a single Calamari Cruiser among the ships he had taken with
him, and his own flagship, the MC-80 cruiser Liberation, had been
left behind. Garil was sure that a less impressive fleet - three Nebulon
B Frigates and six Corellian Corvettes - would have a better chance in
the kind of operation he had in mind.
The Imperial shipyards
were practically in the frontier between the Imperial domains and the
systems controlled by the recently established New Republic. If the last
reports from General Madine's people were correct, there were several
docks distributed around one of Sindar II's moons, protected by a dense
minefield and three Star Destroyers with full fighter complements. Several
Star Destroyers and many smaller ships were being repaired or re-fuelled
in these facilities, considered safe by the Imperials. Angara's base was
only three light years away and could quickly send reinforcements at the
report of an enemy fleet. But nobody detected Garil's group before they
dropped from hyperspace almost in the middle of the minefield. That was
the hardest part of the plan, but Hornet Squadron's B-Wings had jumped
besides the combat group instead of being launched after their arrival.
The heavy fighters destroyed most of the mines in minutes, , while the
three Frigate's cannons finished off the rest. None of the six Corvettes,
more vulnerable to the mines, were destroyed by them, although two of
them suffered serious damage. But the result of the daring manuever was
worth the prize. In a question of minutes the small fleet was over the
shipyards, opening fire on the docks and the parked Destroyers. The three
Star Destroyers that were patrolling the area - Madine's information had
been very precise - were flying a wide perimeter around the facilities,
and they had been surprised by the New Republic's ships appearing so close
to the shipyards. A Calamari Cruiser never would have penetrated in that
way through the Imperial defences, but the agile Frigates still have power
enough to cause terrible damage, while the faster Corvettes wrought havoc
on the enemy installations. The shipyards were so crowded with Imperial
crafts that the gunners had difficulty doing their job without hitting
their own vessels. Again, Hornet's B- Wings had the task of destroying
as many of those laser turrets as possible. When the TIE fighters launched
by the three Star Destroyers got in range to attack the intruders they
found Amber and Cheetah Squadrons ready to engage them.
It was over almost
before it began. The two Corvettes that had suffered the more serious
damages during the attack were finally destroyed, and six B-Wings were
lost in the fight as well, but Garil had anticipated that possibility.
Three shuttles, one from each Frigate, took off immediately after Hornet
Leader reported that the shipyards' defences had fallen, recovering most
of the survivors in a space full of TIE Fighters. One of the B-Wing's
pilots spent only thirty seconds in space after being shot down, establishing
a new record for search and rescue operations. The three shuttles managed
to return to the Frigates, under the protective umbrella of their cannons
and the fighters. The Frigates were turning towards empty space while
the rescue ships docked, and they jumped into hyperspace the second when
the last of them touched down. The three enemy Star Destroyers had
been unable to intercept their escape path in so little time.
Garil remembered his
Second Officer's face when he requested the mission reports sent by every
ship. The young Captain was full of pride, and only discipline restrained
him from laughing, or even hugging his Admiral. Garil had had to struggle
to keep from smiling himself.
"I know it's
good news, Captain Collins, but tell me our losses first."
"Sir, our main
losses were Corvettes Intruder and Brendell." Collins
glanced down at his datapad. "Hornet has lost six B-Wings,
we lost a total of five X-Wings from Cheetah and Amber. Five escape pods
from the Corvettes and seven fighter pilots have been recovered by our
shuttles. The rescue pilots inform that probably there were no more survivors."
"Then none of
our people will have to live as a prisoner," he said. "Now tell
me about what we have got back there."
"We took out
the six Star Destroyers, sir." The young man said barely containing
his enthusiasm. "And we have confirmed kills of four modified Nebulon-B
Frigates and an undetermined number of smaller ships. All the docks have
been completely destroyed."
remember my orders to the crew, and to the rest of ships in the same moment
we came out from hyperspace. Everybody must stay at his combat positions.
If I was the Imperial Commander at command in Angara's base, I would have
sent ships to intercept us in our path to home. We are not following a
direct route, but it's possible that we'll find some unfriendly faces
when we finish this or the next jump."
The man saluted and turned on his heels to pass on his instructions. When
he did it a good part of the joy had disappeared from his face. As had
the rest of the crew, he had learned to read the Admiral's mood through
his gestures, and in that moment Garil was sincerely concerned.
This is not over
yet, he had thought then.
definitely this is not over yet." The Admiral muttered dryly.
[Present time: New
Alliance ships orbiting Sullust]
The Frigate Joan
d'Arc hung in space, dwarfed by the bulk of the Calamari Cruiser Guardian
nearby. White Squadron had rendezvoused with the larger ship for routine
maintenance, and to send the CO off for an in-depth report to Starfighter
Command. It wasn't quite shore leave, but the pilots were getting the
most they could from the brief rest; even the trainees were taking a break
from their usual intense schedule.
Which created an entirely
different set of problems.
Sitting in a small
ready room adjacent to the flight deck, Captain Lewis "Moose"
Gregory put his head in his hands and sighed. Mostly because it was the
only alternative to strangling the young pilot across from him.
"Nik, you know
and I know that you're a hotshot in the Maze. But that doesn't mean you
get to plaster the walls of the Bomb Shelter with your gun camera shots,
And superimposing Captain Orris' face on all the targets probably wasn't
your brightest idea ever."
"Hey, it was
only half the targets," Hardrive protested, grinning. "I put
a shot of Thrawn on all the others - I figure the two of them should get
about equal time."
is using them for darts practice, Joker is complaining about the tape
on the walls, and Granite says the pictures put Hobbes off his lunch.
So unless you'd-" He glanced up as the door hissed open. "Oh.
The XO struck her best holo-caster's pose. "We interrupt this regularly
scheduled dressing-down to give you a special report on our next mission.
Nik, sorry, I've got to talk to Moose for a second. Go start spreading
rumours or something."
"Like the one
about how Hobbes figured out how to find the air vent to your quarters...?"
squeezed her eyes shut in exasperation.
Foxfire sat down in
the chair Hardrive had vacated, looking a good deal more harried than
two days of running a squadron should have left her.
"You all right,
it's gonna be a rough flight. You've heard of Nathan Garil?"
Yeah, I studied his tactical lectures back when I was in charge of Buccaneer.
What's he got to do with this?"
Foxfire paused, as
if searching for words. "Well...a few weeks ago, the brass gave Garil
a task force of three frigates and the usual support ships, and told him
to go break up the Imperial shipyards near the Brightwave sector."
They have a main base there, ummmmmm, could it be Angara?"
The shipyards were in a place called Sindar II, if you want to know it.
It was apparently a hell of a fight - the shipyards were completely destroyed,
but it seems that Garil lost almost all his force. He got knocked down
to one Frigate and a couple of Corvettes, and apparently he just lost
it. Ignored all communications from Command and bolted straight into Imperial
Moose winced. "I
don't like the sound of this."
"It gets worse,"
Foxfire said. "He's apparently decided to do as much damage as he
can before the Imps find him and kill him. The Imperials are obviously
pursuing, but so far he's been pretty good at hit-and-runs. All anybody
knows is that he's working his way deeper into Imperial space." She
shrugged. "Looks like a fancy form of suicide to me."
all for doing damage to the Imps. What's the catch?"
Foxfire answered soberly. "Garil's burned two outposts from orbit
and ambushed several convoys - I don't think he cares what he takes on,
as long as he destroys it."
"You've got to
be kidding me." Moose shook his head. "I thought we were supposed
to be the good guys here. Flag officers don't do stuff like that."
no. But if a mission goes bad enough..." Foxfire trailed off, her
eyes distant. "You know, I was stuck in Imperial territory for a
good while, back with the Mantis. I can see how he'd do it real easily."
She shook her head sharply, focusing on Moose again. "Besides, it
doesn't matter. Our job's to get him out of there before he does any more
harm. At this point, it's purely damage control - the Imperial reprisals
for this are going to be vicious as it is."
"So we're heading
into hostile territory, after one of ours who doesn't want to be found,
and hoping we'll be able to talk some sense into him when we do find him?"
"And drag him
back if he won't listen," Foxfire finished. "It's gonna get
pretty ugly - that's why I wanted to talk to you before the rest of the
squad. The captain of the Guardian is willing for us to leave the
Training Wing here for 'extended training', if you okay it...keeping them
out of this particular fight may save their lives."
Moose thought about
it for a moment, then shook his head. "They're still part of the
squad, and most of them are decent pilots already. I'd rather have more
time before we got to on-the-job training, but I think they can handle
Foxfire grinned. "I
told him you'd say that."
going to be in on this one?" The CO had been called to Fleet
headquarters several months ago for administrative and coordinating work
, and it had been some time since she had been able to even contact the
Foxfire shook her
head. "This isn't a full-blown emergency, but it's close, and
Command wants us out there yesterday." She scribbled something
on her datapad and stood back up. "You coming?"
"Yeah, I want
to get to the pilots before Orris does and puts them into a bad mood for
the entire mission."
Chapter Two: Behind
the Imperial Lines
[Forty hours later.
Advance patrol missions
were usually boring. Most of the time you had to pass several hours looking
at the emptiness of space, wondering every minute why you were wasting
your time like that. But Lieutenant Dario "Ibero" Pozo, White
Nine, was far from feeling bored, not today. Twenty minutes ago they had
officially entered Imperial space, after passing through an expanse of
what could be called "no man's land". He was feeling even
more nervous here than he had in the disputed space they'd just left.
He didn't say anything
to his partners though. They had been ordered to keep absolute communications
silence during the flight, and that measure, if nothing else, was enough
to show how dangerous the situation was. If the Joan d'Arc was
detected by Imperial units they would be in serious trouble. It was like
the old days of the Rebellion, when everything was Imperial space. Ibero
had not fought in those times, he had joined the Alliance shortly before
the battle of Endor, and since then, at least part of the galaxy could
be considered as free and safe. But the Empire was far from being defeated,
nobody had any doubt about that, and they were now invading its domains.
Ibero knew that with the route they were following, directly to Coruscant
and the Core's worlds, the odds were good they would run into an Imperial
patrol - or worse, a capital ship or battle fleet.
The pilot from Iberya
glanced repeatedly at his main screen, but the only visible signals were
those from the other two A-Wings, piloted by Flight Officers Daniel "Drake"
Sutherland and DSC "Arachnoid", Whites Five and Sixteen. Usually
this kind of mission was accomplished by only two fighters, but Arachnoid
was eager to fly and Foxfire had allowed him to go out with his two squad-mates,
accepting the pilot's argument that three pairs of eyes would be better
than two. Ibero understood DSC very well. He had obtained his Flight Officer's
wings just a few weeks ago, and after so many sessions in the simulation
pods, the man was mad to pilot a real ship. It has been a while since
the last time the Training Wing saw some real combat, when they had to
track down a group of three Imperial Frigates throughout a half of the
galaxy. This mission was not that different, when you thought about it.
They were still out looking for a little fleet that didn't want to be
found. But this time the chase was taking place in Imperial space, and
they were completely alone, without any chance of support from the New
Ibero looked to starboard
and saw the nose of Drake's A-Wing, exactly where it was supposed to be.
He liked to fly with the pilot from Arrebnac. As young as he was, he always
seemed to know what had to be done in the middle of a combat. When Drake
covered his tail, Ibero knew that he could forget the backwards display.
In the same way, when the young pilot took the lead, he did it fast and
accurately. It was the first time he'd flown with Arachnoid in a combat
mission, but there was no doubt White Sixteen was perfectly prepared for
this. What the hell, last week he shot me down in a simulation,
Ibero thought with a smile on his lips.
One of his partners
double-clicked his microphone. He looked over his right shoulder and saw
how Drake pointed to his starboard wing. He had detected something. Ibero
took a quick glance at his screen but his own sensors had not caught any
new signal. He gestured back indicating Drake to take the lead. The A-
Wing rolled softly to the right and accelerated. Ibero imitated him and
looked to his left to check if Arachnoid had understood. He had followed
their manuever immediately. Arachnoid gave him a thumbs-up, confirming
he knew what was going on, so Ibero returned his attention to the front.
A pale red dot appeared on his forward display. That was what Drake had
detected some seconds ago. Let's see what we've got here.
Before his computer could offer him any data about the Imperial ship,
two more signals showed up, and then a fourth. The outline of a fighter
appeared on the screen, while the computer indicated "positive identification"
with a beep. TIE Advanced. This is exactly the kind of company I like
the least! There was a slight possibility that they had not been detected
yet, but the Imperials' route was unmistakable: they were heading directly
to intercept them.
Ibero tried to think
as fast as he could. Their mission was to explore the space the Joan
d'Arc would have to fly through, and prevent any Imperial ship from
detecting their frigate. Their instructions were to avoid any confrontation
whenever it was possible, but after being discovered it was too late to
withdraw. If they jumped out of there, the Imperial patrol would be free
to keep their present route and find the Joan d'Arc. On the other
hand, if their mothership was out of their communication range -it had
to be a ship, because there were no Imperial bases in the proximities
- then if they were able to shoot down all the Imperial fighters, the
Joan d'Arc would be far enough away when someone started to look
for the missing patrol.
"This is Nine."
There was no reason to maintain communications silence any more. "Drake,
take the one leading the right flight, I'll take care of the other one.
Arachnoid, if they fly by the book, the wingmen will follow their
leaders, at least initially. You're free to attack any of them."
Two "Aye, aye"
were the only answer. There wasn't either a comment or a joke - what was
surprising in Drake's case. All three of the pilots knew how critical
this combat might be. It was not only their own lives. If they were killed
and the Joan d'Arc was discovered, the Imperials would be able
to ambush White Squadron's mother ship and many people would die or be
captured. There was no option, they had to win.
Drake selected dual
missile launchers and centred his target on his front sight. A single
missile wouldn't be enough to collapse a TIE Advanced's shields. The pilot
knew this was not going to be easy. Only veteran pilots were allowed to
fly a TIE Avenger, as the Imperials called this model of fighter. The
sight turned yellow in the same moment that his own threat indicator started
to blink. Two Imperial fighters were trying to obtain a lock on him. Great.
"This is Five,
I've got two on me." There was no trace of nervousness in Drake's
"I have one."
"The other is
on me." Arachnoid reported.
your missiles and break now! Arachnoid, take cover behind me and have
yours ready!" He changed to lasers and set all the shield energy
Drake said and broke to port, diverting all his energy to the engines.
His threat display turned off for some seconds and then started to blink
again. A new turn and the Imperials lost their locks again. It wasn't
going to be any easy game to fight against two TIEs Advanced at once.
They could attack him by turns and play with him until they had hit him
enough to drain his shields. It was a common tactic amongst the Imperials,
who used to have the advantage in numbers. When they piloted TIE Fighters
or Interceptors, you could hope to hit one of them and cause him enough
damage to shoot him down or at least force him to withdraw. A good enough
pilot could hope to survive in a disadvantage of three to one or even
more, if the enemy pilots were not that good. But that defence wouldn't
work against TIEs Advanced or Gunboats, because they could always recharge
their shields and return to the combat. No, this game couldn't last for
too long. Nevertheless, Drake was sure that when they were in range of
his lasers, he would be able then to give them something to worry about.
Arachnoid stayed as
closely as he could on Ibero's tail. They had tried this manuever on the
simulators before, and it worked. Sometimes. He understood why Ibero had
decided to risk this dangerous tactic. They had to shoot down one of the
Imperials soon, or the pilot forced to engage two at the same time would
be probably killed, and then the other two would be even worse. I hope
this works... His threat indicator had ceased to blink since Ibero's
fighter was between him and the Imperial's tracking devices. Now the second
Advanced would be targeting his comrade too. He caressed the trigger and
waited for the appropriate moment. Go, go... He saw one, no, two
explosions in front of them. Ibero had destroyed the two first missiles
launched at him. Green lasers passed above and beneath the two New Republic
fighters, but some of them must be impacting against his squad-mate's
forward shields. The time seemed to slow down until Ibero's shout sounded
in his headphones.
The other A-Wing jumped briskly upwards, and Arachnoid saw briefly the
TIE Advanced approaching in the middle of his sight. He didn't wait for
a lock and shot his two missiles. Arachnoid pushed the flightstick forward
and launched his fighter in a deep dive. Arachnoid looked over his shoulder.
The enemy ship was hit frontally but it didn't explode. Damn it, good
shields! he thought. Nonetheless, his sensors indicated him that the
Advanced had lost its shields and its hull had also been affected. He
pulled the stick on his stomach and cut the throttle enough to follow
the damaged fighter.
"This is mine,
Ibero checked Drake's position. He had to give him some help before concentrating
on his present enemy. The wingman of the pilot who had taken Arachnoid's
missiles had two options, to engage Ibero or to help his wingleader, threatened
now by Arachnoid. He chose the second. The TIE Advanced broke to port
out of Arachnoid's line of fire and manuevered again to pursue the A-Wing.
Ibero estimated that the Imperial would need several seconds before gaining
a position on Arachnoid's tail, so he looked for Drake's closer hunter
and switched the weapons selector to the missile position again. Two klicks.
If the pilot was good enough, he would be able to evade one of the two
concussion missiles, but that would give Drake time enough to engage the
other ship. He directed more energy to the engines, although his shields
had been drained down to forty five percent. It was not easy to keep the
target centred on his sight, constantly moving as he was in his dog-fight
with Drake. Ibero lost the lock twice, cursing both times and trying again,
but he finally obtained a lock tone and squeezed the trigger, sending
two concussion missiles after the TIE Advanced. He reduced his speed and
turned, hoping to be able now to help Arachnoid.
Drake noticed how
one of his enemies abandoned the attack and smiled. Thanks, Ibero.
He selected the other one and made a tight loop to engage him. The Imperial
pilot slowed his fighter down to keep his position behind the A-Wing,
but Drake made a half roll in the opposite direction and pushed his throttle
forward, managing to outrun his adversary and move out of his sight.
"Now it's one
on one." Drake grinned fiercely and looked for the Advanced's tail.
Arachnoid shot blast
after blast at the TIE Advanced, following the Imperial fighter in every
one of its attempts to break his prosecution. Suddenly he felt a violent
impact on his rear quarters and the A-Wing started to spin. He had been
hit by a dumb missile, launched without a lock, so his computer hadn't
warned him. "Shit, that was close!" If he hadn't had his primary
and secondary shields fully charged, that missile could have put an end
to his short career as a White pilot. He sent all the remaining energy
to the aft shields and struggled to take the A-Wing out of the spin. The
TIE Advanced he was chasing had evaded him momentarily, but Arachnoid
persisted, clenching his teeth in concentration. He didn't know if he
would be able to survive a second missile hit.
The Imperial pilot
chasing White Sixteen's fighter changed to lasers for a systematic pounding
on the New Republic ship. His scanners showed that his victim's shields
were down to twenty percent. No matter how much you run, I'm
going to catch you. He shot his four lasers in pairs again and again,
and prepared himself to follow the other ship when the pilot tried to
break, which he would be forced to do more sooner than later. Ten percent.
He smiled, imagining the Rebel scum - as all the Imperials insisted on
calling the New Republic's people - sweating and looking nervously at
his shield indicators. His own squad-mate was probably doing the same,
but he wouldn't have to worry too much longer.
His thoughts were
interrupted by his threat indicator blinking in yellow. The computer informed
him that he had a Rebel fighter on his tail trying to fix his tracking
device on him. He kept his course a second more. If he abandoned his comrade
now he would be unavoidably shot down. He shot one more time, but then
the alarm sounded indicating warheads launched at him. He couldn't wait
any more. The Imperial pilot spat out a curse and climbed sharply, trying
to evade the incoming concussion missiles. He pressed a button on his
console and launched a chaff charge.
The TIE Advanced pursued
by Drake reduced its speed drastically, trying to force the New Republic
pilot to outrun him. In a touch of inspiration, Drake selected the missiles
launchers instead of cutting his own throttle, which would have made him
an easy target for the second fighter. Drake shot two missiles in the
last moment and managed to avoid the collision by no more than a meter.
The explosion illuminated his cockpit for an instant. Boooooom!
"This is Five."
He called. "One less over here, how are you doing, you guys?"
"Not bad, mate!"
Ibero replied. "Sixteen, you're free!"
not arrived a single second too soon..."
"Sorry for the
delay." The Iberyan pilot saw how his missiles exploded some metres
behind his target, although the expanding wave was strong enough to destabilize
the Imperial fighter for a moment.
You're good, my
friend, but chaff bursts won't stop a laser...
Arachnoid was able
now to concentrate on his initial target. Blast after blast, he discharged
his weapons on the battered TIE Advanced. He was about to destroy it when
something exploded on its cockpit ball's upper part. The pilot had understood
he was not going to make it and finally gave up, ejecting while he still
was able to do so. Arachnoid moved his finger off of the trigger. The
TIE Advanced followed its route now unsteered. Without his pilot, the
fighter's controls locked on his present position - a characteristic that
was not unusual among the combat ships. If a pilot was forced to eject,
he could direct his fighter towards his target before to pulling the handle.
The ship would fly straight forward until crashing against the enemy ship,
like a deadly and poisoned last present. In this case, Arachnoid had found
a different use for that feature.
Ibero saw the damaged
TIE flying away, but from his position he didn't notice the pilot's absence.
Where is Arachnoid? he wondered. He had almost got it...
are you supposedly doing?" he asked without easing his fire on at
his own adversary. Jinking frantically, the T/A managing to avoid
being hit most of the times, although he couldn't shake Ibero off his
"The pilot has
ejected, my friend!" Arachnoid replied almost singing.
"There's no pilot...?
Ah, good thinking!" After a moment, Ibero understood why his
comrade had not destroyed the ship itself. When the Imperials sent a new
patrol to search for their missing fighters, that Advanced's position
beacon would lead them in the wrong direction before they discovered the
pilot was not there. That would mean more time for the Joan d'Arc.
surprise myself!" Arachnoid chuckled.
Three klicks away,
Drake smiled when he heard Arachnoid's last comment and concentrated on
the remaining fighter. Now the odds were three to two, clearly on the
White pilots' side.
Ibero's target on his computer and selected missiles. The Imperial pilot
was clearly an ace, and Ibero was finding it pretty hard to remain after
him long enough to hit him more than once. The Imperial broke now to starboard
when his computer warned him of Arachnoid's missile lock. He did it in
the very last moment, but Arachnoid stayed behind him and the Advanced's
pilot was forced to move one more time, this time to port and upwards.
Those two turns were all what Ibero needed to reduce the distance that
separated him from the Imperial fighter. He drove his A- Wing close to
the TIE Advanced's tail before its pilot could do anything to avoid it.
Ibero pursued him patiently, imitating every maneuver and shooting at
him every time the Imperial crossed in front of him. At that distance,
his shots were very effective and finally he saw the TIE Advanced's right
solar panel break apart. The pilot ejected just before the fighter
"I thought you
would never finish him off!" Arachnoid joked.
"Yeah, the guy
was very good, I must accept that you have saved me a couple of minutes..."
"A couple of
minutes? Hehe, it would have taken you forever to shoot him down without
I'll leave the top aces for you, and you will have to beg my help, you
joker!" The two pilots laughed for a moment, now that the worst of
the danger had passed. But they hadn't finished their work yet. "OK,
let's help Drake with the other guy and we'll be able to return home."
"Hey, who said
I need help here?" Drake protested through the intercom. His adversary
had noticed that he was now alone and decided that he would be more useful
to the Empire's cause if he returned alive to inform about the Rebel presence
in this area. He pushed the hyperspace lever forward.
"Not if I can
help it!" Drake muttered. He shot two concussion missiles at the
fleeing fighter without waiting for a lock. The TIE Advanced accelerated
straight towards its jump point, closely pursued by the two warheads.
The three White pilots saw the explosion, and then nothing.
Did you hit him?"
Ibero asked anxiously.
"I don't know."
Drake answered dubiously. "Wait a minute, and I'll check if there
is any debris in the area."
"All of us will
do it, let's go!" The three pilots launched a full sensor sweep on
the zone of the explosion, looking for some debris or other remains that
could confirm that the TIE Advanced had been destroyed.
a single piece of metal." Drake concluded five minutes later. None
of his comrades had obtained better results.
mean you didn't kill him." Arachnoid pointed out. "If the missiles
impacted when he was starting to jump, the ship could have disintegrated
in the middle of nowhere."
"True, but I
wouldn't bet our lives on that possibility." Ibero said. "Let's
get back to the Joan before any other ship shows up and we'll report
about this. I fear that Captain Orris will have to order an slight change
"Just a few klicks
inside Imperial space and we run face to face into the first patrol."
Drake said thoughtfully. "I'd say that it could be worse, except
that it might come true."
None of his friends
replied. It was starting to be painfully obvious that this mission was
going to be very, very dangerous.
[Two and a half hours
later, onboard Victory Class Star Destroyer Canngas' Pride]
looked nervously at his commanding officer, Lieutenant Commander Seinn.
He had been the only survivor of his patrol, which meant he was the only
one who could be punished for the failure. He had been ordered to remain
on the bridge until the search and rescue team reported the results of
their mission. He had not been allowed to take a seat, or even relax from
the attention position he had adopted to present his report.
Minutes passed slowly
in the silence of the bridge, and Fellssenn felt Lieutenant Commander
Seinn's look spear him. Canngas' Pride's Captain was anything but
satisfied, and that meant trouble for Seinn, which was the same as problems
for him. The flightsuit was too hot for the bridge's environment, but
the pilot knew that this was not the main reason for him sweating like
that. This was cold sweat.
A voice broke the
silence behind him, reporting that Search and Rescue had recovered two
of his partners. He struggled to hold in the sigh of relief, not as much
for the news of his comrades being alive, as to know that there would
be three of them to share the punishment.
It was the Captain's voice. The nervous pilot tried to adopt an even more
"I'm glad to
inform you that two of your comrades have survived." There was no
trace of that joy in his voice, but that was not surprising.
"That is good
of them won't make it to the Pride." The pilot shivered. "It
seem that our ships have lost an entire hour following a fighter that
was flying on automatic, without the pilot. A pilot who ejects from a
ship that still can fight doesn't deserve to be in the Imperial Navy.
Search and Rescue seems to have lost his signal."
sir," he said.
to me exactly what happened, Lieutenant."
"Yes, sir. We
detected three Rebel fighters, A-Wings, and we engaged them. They were
better than us and managed to shoot my partners down. When I realized
that I was alone I decided to abandon the combat to inform about the Rebel
presence in the area. That's all, sir."
Lieutenant, that's all." The Captain stared at him for some instants
before continuing. "There were less of them, but they were better
than you. You could be accused of cowardice for abandoning a combat, but
with your action you have served the Empire better than by dying. Or ejecting,
as your ex-partner. After all, you have accepted that you are not a good
enough pilot to beat those Rebels, is this correct, Lieutenant?"
He swallowed hard.
at least we know, thanks to you, that there are Rebels in the area. They
were A-Wings, and if our information is correct, that bastard Rebel Admiral
we are tracking down has not that kind of ship available, so they must
be from a different unit. If they are trying to support the Admiral or
not, that will have to find out." The Captain remained in silence
a few seconds. "There is something good about you, Lieutenant Fellssenn.
You have not been so stupid as to try to offend my intelligence lying
about the number of Rebels, the circumstances of the engagement or your
participation in it. Some pilots do that, as if we were idiots that wouldn't
check out their ships' recordings, or search the area for debris of the
enemies they have supposedly killed before running away." The pilot
didn't know if he was expected to say something or not, so he decided
to keep silent. "I've recommended that Lieutenant Commander Seinn
not arrest you, and allow you to keep flying."
"Thank you, sir,"
he said, trying not to seem as relieved as he actually was.
Lieutenant." He hadn't said "dismissed", so the pilot didn't
move from where he was standing. The Captain left, not before telling
Lieutenant Commander Seinn to join him in his office ten minutes later.
Fellsenn felt his commander's presence very close behind him. His mouth
must be no more than some inches from his right ear when he spoke.
"That's not all,
Flight Officer Fellsenn." He practically spat into his ear.
"I want you in the flight deck in twenty minutes, ready to start
a new patrol mission. In your new ship."
"New ship, sir?"
Officer. You are back in the TIE Fighter, but never expect to pilot
a TIE Avenger again, not even an Interceptor. And you must thank the Captain
that I don't kill you right now, because that is what I would like to
And remember, twenty minutes."
"All right, sir."
The pilot didn't look back as he hurried out of Canngas' Pride's
Three: The Search
[Thirty hours later: Deep
in Imperial territory]
Two White Squadron
A-wings dropped out of hyperspace, coasting past a fringe of barren planets
and toward the nav buoy they'd come to find. This star system was too
isolated even to have a name, but a fair amount of traffic passed through
en route to other destinations. And if any of that traffic caught traces
of the Joan d'Arc's passage, their mission would suddenly get a
lot more complicated. If all went according to plan, destroying the buoy
would keep ships out of the area long enough for the Joan's trail
Of course, Iceman
thought, he couldn't remember the last time anything had gone according
Looks clear to me," Ladyfox said over the comm-link, the static background
intensifying the faint hiss of her Selonian accent. "All right to
"Yeah, just keep
an eye out," Iceman agreed, surveying the scene before him - planets
to one side, a cloud of asteroids to the other, and a space just clear
enough for navigation in between. Since Ibero's flight had run into an
Imperial patrol less than two days ago, their course had been complete
chaos, and the Joan d'Arc's navigation officer was threatening
to resign over the constant changes of course. Foxfire had
had the squadron flying forward patrols every second they were in realspace,
and the pace was beginning to tell on all the pilots. They had flown
through every meteorite cluster from the Imperial Frontier to this place,
trying to find any trace of Admiral Garil's ships without being discovered
themselves. Considering they were heading more or less directly toward
the heart of the Empire, their objective of finding Garil without being
found by the Imperials was so close to the definition of "impossible"
that Iceman thought it should be included in the Basic dictionary as an
out and get this done with," Iceman said. "I want to get home
before Granite gets off shift and into the Bomb Shelter."
"Do you think
that Foxfire forgot to lock up the Caldanian whiskey again?" Ladyfox
teased. Her A-wing trailed away in a wide arc that would let her sweep
the area for Imperial ships while Iceman concentrated on their objective.
It should be a simple mission, but there were dozens of things that could
go wrong, this deep in Imperial territory. The mission's not over until
your feet hit the deck, he reminded himself.
A far-off flicker
of pseudomotion caught his attention, and his eyes widened. For anything
to be visible at that distance, it had to be big and moving *fast*.
Iceman flipped his
comm-link on. "Ladyfox, get to cover, shut down everything you can,
and DON'T MOVE." He heard a terse double-click of the mike in acknowledgment,
and saw the Selonian's A-wing accelerate away. Iceman dove for the dubious
safety of the asteroids, keeping a wary eye on the growing shapes behind
him. If they got within sensor range before they got to cover... He cut
speed sharply as he reached the fringes of the asteroid field, sliding
around a large, slow rock that loomed in her path. Just a trickle of engine
power to keep him in the asteroid's sensor shadow, no communications,
no weapons, minimal life support...Iceman's hand flicked over the console,
shutting down everything he dared.
As the last light
on his console winked out, the Imperial convoy thundered into range of
his passive sensors. Several Corvettes and Escort Carriers, a scattering
of Gunboats and T/As, a flight of Interceptors falling into escort formation
as he watched...and two Frigates, no less, the Avenger and the
Ultimatum. At this rate, he was half expecting the FRG Overkill,
Iceman thought with a grin. Then he took another look at the composition
of the convoy, and the grin changed to something slightly more feral.
Big, fast, and armed for bantha, but that loose formation and haphazard
entry suggested something thrown together at a moment's notice. About
the reaction you'd get with an enemy Frigate marauding through your back
yard, in fact.
after the same guy we are," he said softly to himself. If that convoy
was a response to another of Garil's attacks, they knew where he'd been
much more recently than White. But a little ingenuity could fix that.
Shivering a little
in the cooling air, he settled in to wait on the convoy, hoping Ladyfox
was well out of harm's way. Being separated from a wing-mate grated on
his nerves, but for now both their safety depended on radio silence. He
watched as the squadron of Interceptors spread out, inspected the area,
and hurried back into sloppy formation, glad that the better-trained units
were kept out near the Rim. The Knights or even Omega would've found us
by now, he thought, and then I'd have one seriously charred A-wing...
After too many long
minutes, the convoy began to accelerate for hyperspace. I thought they
would never leave... Iceman carefully eased his fighter away from the
shelter of the asteroid. The first thing he activated again was the heating
system. Half an hour more and I would be more Iceman than ever before.
I promise never to laugh again when Moose starts talking about orbiting
Yavin in a disabled B-Wing for five hours. "Eight, Four. Vanessa,
you still out there?"
"I'm here and
I'm cold and I'm bored," the Selonian growled back. "What was
that all about?"
"Imps after somebody's
blood, probably the same guy we're trying to pull out of the fire."
"So we have to
fight them off before we can get to the Admiral?" Ladyfox was unimpressed.
we'll beat them to the Admiral." Iceman smiled. He wondered what
was needed to scare the Selonian.
"What about the
nav buoy?" Ladyfox asked. "We should destroy it as we've been
ordered before to return."
"The nav buoy?
Ah, yes..." Something had crossed through his mind when Ladyfox mentioned
the nav buoy. Of course. "Wait a minute, Vanessa. I think
we're gonna have to stay here a while longer - there's been a slight change
I see there is no difference between flying with you or with Foxfire.
There is aaaaaalways a slight change of plans..."
Iceman sat up straighter
and pulled out of his holding pattern, reflexively arming his lasers at
about the same time he noticed the colour of the new dot on his screens.
He'd noticed Ladyfox doing the same thing - it might be quiet out here,
but at this point that only served to make both pilots more nervous.
this is Anubis, now what did you go dragging us out of bed for?"
Iceman grinned, recognizing
the teasing note in the shuttle pilot's voice. "A nav buoy, Barris,
we're stealing it."
The silence over the
comm-link was educational in its own way, and Iceman choked back a laugh.
It wasn't his fault that he had to keep long-distance transmissions (and
explanations) down to a minimum, really it wasn't. "You want us to
pick up a nav buoy," Barris said finally.
"In a shuttle."
"A nav buoy?"
say," Barris said, on the end of a long-suffering sigh. "But
this isn't in my job description - I want at least a keg of Blue Stuff
"Wait till we
get home, it's cheaper out on the Rim."
No stranger to dangerous
situations, Barris had been heading steadily for the nav buoy ever since
learning what his objective was; Ladyfox had been flying close escort
while Iceman kept an eye out for trouble. Not that there was much they
could do if it came - the Anubis was far too bulky for the duck- and-cover
trick that the two pilots had used earlier.
Foxfire is going
to love this. He thought with a smile.
later, on board the New Republic Frigate Joan d'Arc]
Iceman" Foxfire said. "I do love this."
Iceman replied. "I imagined that you would say that."
Foxfire winked at him. " Good imagine - now try to imagine
what our Captain is going to say."
"I love it,"
was what Captain Orris had said for Foxfire's surprise and amazement.
I never thought he might say something like that, it's completely out
of his style! Foxfire walked cautiously through the main Engineering
doors, wincing at the loud crash and louder curse from inside. "You
know what it is," someone was proclaiming, "they're just trying
to drive us crazy so we won't notice when the coffee runs out."
She suppressed a snicker
and stepped carefully inside, picking her way through the maze of tools
and spare parts that littered the floor. "Kostolitz, I swear you'd
go looking for a coffeemaker in the Imperial Palace itself.
The chief tech on
duty, a tall, lanky man with a slightly unfocused look, shrugged and smiled
at her over his shoulder. "The way we're going, we may get a chance.
I can't imagine you're after that buoy's logs just to find out where the
best shopping is."
"Not till my
next leave," Foxfire shot back, maneuvering Kostolitz a little away
from the rest of the engineering crewmen. The senior tech would know what
and how much to tell the rest, but Foxfire didn't really want to discuss
the mission plan with a roomful of techs. "I'm not even sure this
will work, but out on recon two of my pilots ran into - well, more like
got run over by - an Imperial convoy that was after the same guy we are.
If we can pull the logs out of that buoy intact, we should be able to
find out what their destination was - and wherever that is, it's a lot
closer to Garil than we are."
"Well, you don't
have to worry too much about your logs," Kostolitz said, gesturing
over to the hulk of the Imperial nav buoy, where a handful of droids were
clustered around the sparking remains of the computer core. "I should
have them out shortly - we had to let a couple of R5s at it after we knocked
out the first set of defenses. They're not too fast, but they do good
"I'm sure they
do." Foxfire stared enviously at the droids, wishing she could steal
a few of them and put them to work looking for Garil's renegade Frigate.
An A-wing's sensors were the best that could be mounted on that small
a craft, but even their range was limited, and the number of pilots was
even more so. Add to that the fatigue of recon pilots flying heel-to-toe
shifts, and things got even worse.But there might be ways to get around
She glanced at the
astromechs again, and reached for her comm-link as a thought struck her.
"Flight Officer Sutherland, this is Foxfire. I need to meet with
you in fifteen minutes in the usual briefing room - and bring Ledner with
The corridor was dark,
as it always was. Foxfire glanced over her shoulders and squeezed quickly
through a crack between two cargo crates - which happened to be empty
and riveted to the floor. Not much good for storage, but just the thing
if you wanted to hide something. Like a bar.
Drake was already
waiting for her in the Bomb Shelter, and had been there for some time,
judging from the low level of liquid in his glass. His R2 droid Ledner
was trundling around behind him, poking into corners with a near-continuous
stream of inquisitive noises.
"Sorry I'm late,
Daniel," she apologized, sitting down across from the other pilot.
"I'd get you a drink, but it looks like you've already helped yourself."
Drake grinned unrepentantly.
"After getting Ledner in here, I deserve it. That entrance in the
crates is barely wide enough for an astromech, and the other one's even
Orris...if he didn't ban it, we wouldn't have to hide it. That man has
no sense of humor."
"Yeah, now we
have to get somebody to tell Hardrive that." Drake nodded toward
the gun-camera shots that were still adorning the walls, then winced as
Ledner bumped into Joker's mop and brought it down with a crash. "I
should never have left that Security programming in there...he thinks
it's his job to investigate everything aboard ship."
what I needed to talk to you about...would you mind letting the bridge
crew borrow your droid for a bit?"
"Let them what?"
he asked, just before an indignant chirp from Ledner.
Foxfire shook her
head. "Well - you've mentioned that he had some programs left over
from your Security days, and I got the impression that some of that involved
tracking routines. If we can rig an A-wing up for constant transmission
to the bridge and run the information through Ledner's security programming,
we might be able to get a bit closer to our runaway admiral."
"All we've got
to go on right now is a radiation trail, and that's cold as carbonite
"We should have
more soon - we've gotten a decent lead on his position, now we just have
to dodge the Imps who are also looking for him." She looked thoughtfully
at the droid, who'd backed nervously away from the table and was currently
wheeling toward the battered jukebox in the back corner of the bar. Then
her eyes widened. "Drake, don't let him near that, I think Granite's
There was a loud pop
and a shower of sparks as Ledner whistled shrilly and wheeled backward
at top speed, hastily retracting a manipulator arm. The jukebox cabinet
dangled open behind him.
Foxfire finished with a sigh. "Anyway, I'd say this is the best shot
we've got at staying on Garil's trail - recon flights alone can't get
the job done. Think it'll work?"
"It's worth a
try." Drake glanced at the droid, who was advancing on the jukebox
again with a determined stance. "What do you say, Ledner?"
There was a slightly
abstracted reply of beeps, hoots and whistles, and Drake checked the translator
installed in his datapad. "I think that was a yes. But he wants to
be allowed to play with the jukebox some more."
[On board the renegade
New Republic Frigate Trailblazer]
Flight Officer Daken
Teel was lying comfortably on his bunk reading as the chime sounded and
unseen fists hammered on the door from the other side. The young man muttered
under his breath as he went and opened the door, to be confronted by the
hard, unsmiling face of Commander Ilyich Louyan.
"Move it, kid,"
the latter said in his usual dry bark. "Our turn for recon patrol."
Teel nodded once and began to struggle into his flight suit.
As they headed towards
the hangar, Daken Teel couldn't help but notice the four pips on Louyan's
flight suit. He remembered, once, when he'd seen Commander Louyan in full
dress uniform, how impressed he'd been. Never before had he seen so many
medals and awards. The other rarely wore his full uniform, though - the
last time he'd worn it was when Admiral Garil had been promoted. Apparently,
the Commander and the Admiral had served together from a time when the
Admiral was a naval Commander and the Commander was just a Lieutenant.
Now, the former was the captain of this ship, and his long time friend
was the commanding officer of Amber Squadron, the X-Wing squadron on board.
Louyan was fiercely loyal to the Admiral, Teel reflected, and an old officer
from the "School of Hard Knocks", but he was fair, and on occasion
even likable. He smiled slightly at Teel.
kid, no matter how many pips you earn, you'll always get to fly recon
patrols," he said with a dry, throaty chuckle. Daken Teel smiled.
"I'm sure, sir.
The difference is, when I've got four pips, I'll get paid that little
bit extra to do it." At this Louyan let out a loud guffaw.
"Not that much
more," he laughed. "Trust me, kid."
A few minutes later
two X-wings of Amber Squadron exited the hangar of the Trailblazer
and gracefully curved around as they streaked into the distance.
[On board the New
Republic Frigate Joan d'Arc]
The usual, ordered
quiet of the bridge on board the Alliance frigate Joan d'Arc was
shattered by a piercing electronic squeal. Lieutenant Stephen "Psycho"
Proud, yelped and jumped back as the squat R2 unit in front of him fired
a small charge into a rather sensitive area. Psycho scowled and Ibero
bit his lip in an unsuccessful attempt to keep from laughing. At this,
another man, younger than the other two, rushed up and gently cuffed the
R2 unit's domed head as he might do to a disobedient child.
do you think you're doing? You can trust Psycho - he knows what he's doing,"
the young man said reproachfully. The droid whistled doubtfully, and Psycho
glared at it and rubbed his thigh gently. The young man shot Psycho an
"Look, you complained
about not getting to fly - this is the next best thing," he said
to the R2 unit, Ledner, in a low voice. "You're still part of the
action." Ledner beeped an unenthusiastic response.
"Oh, stop being
so obstinate and self-important," Drake growled. "You're not
indispensable, so don't pretend you are. The onboard computer on my A-wing
does just as good a job as you, anyway." At this the droid hooted
and whistled shrilly and Drake shot Psycho and Ibero a triumphant, devious
"You don't want
to do it, fine. At least move out of the way so that Ibero and Psycho
can get at the Joan's computer so that it can do the job,"
Drake said scornfully. That did it. Ledner emitted what sounded like a
reluctant low whistle, and Drake winked at his squad mates.
"Go for it,"
he said. "But be careful." The two pilots moved forward and
Psycho turned to the younger man.
"I'll be careful
all right," he growled. "And if that droid of yours ever does
that again, it'll take a team of techs a week to restore him to working
order again." Drake sighed and rolled his eyes.
he assured Psycho. "Okay, I'm off to the hangar to set up my A-wing
for the linkup." With that, he turned and left the bridge, leaving
Ibero and Psycho to work on the interface between Ledner and the main
computer of the Joan d'Arc.
"If you don't
stop laughing you're going to finish the job alone!" Drake heard
Psycho shouting before the door closed.
Four: First Contact
[Near the hangar
deck on board the Joan d'Arc]
Flight Officer Jeffrey
"Hammer" Hayes uttered a silent curse as the reversion lights
on the walls flashed for the sixth time that day. A few seconds later
the sleek form of the Nebulon-B Frigate Joan d'Arc crashed back
into real space. Hammer scowled as he walked down the passageway towards
the hangar. He was nearly bowled over by Captain Michael "Vyper"
Stauber, White Squadron's Intelligence Officer, who apparently also had
the idea of going to the hangar to supervise the maintenance of his ship.
Vyper apologised as he disentangled himself. "You heading for the
I just wanted to see how the techs were doing on my B-Wing."
"I haven't got much to do, either, not with all these tiny hyperspace
jumps we're performing, so I figured I'd make myself useful and check
on my ship, too. After all, you just can't trust those techs too much,
can you?" The two pilots chuckled as they made their way to the hangar.
On the bridge, Captain
Ralne Orris frowned. Beside him, Lieutenant Commander Avery "Foxfire"
Schroeder and Captain Lewis "Moose" Gregory both gazed intently
through the main window at the stars, as if by staring hard enough they
might be able to spot Admiral Garil's renegade Frigate. Orris walked over
to communications and bent over the panel.
How long before you're able to begin sending us data?" he asked sharply.
came the cool, deliberately casual reply. "It's going to take a little
time - these are really faint readings, and I need to calibrate the sensors
correctly to get the best results. Is Ledner ready?" In answer came
an affirmative beep and whistle from the Captain's side. Moose and Foxfire
traded looks as they glanced over at Ralne Orris. Psycho and Ibero moved
aside after completing the last checks, not desiring to be any more as
close to Captain Orris if there was any possibility of him becoming mad.
The Captain wouldn't take kindly to Drake's casual tone, but then the
young man was probably enjoying the fact that the senior officer needed
him and he was out in the cockpit of an A-Wing anyway, in his own domain.
sensors are ready, sir. I'm transmitting the data now." From beyond
the visual range of the Frigate, Drake's A-Wing began to transmit the
data its sensors found. Drake's R2 unit, Ledner, was finally plugged into
the Joan d'Arc's communications and sensor equipment so that he
could amplify and analyse the data coming in. Setting up the whole super-sensor
system had taken hours (and some cajoling on Drake's part), but, Foxfire
reflected to herself, they'd had little choice if they wanted to have
any hope at all of finding Garil. She glanced over at Captain Orris, who
stood stiffly at ease a little way from the comm. panel. His cool eyes
swept the bridge and came to meet Avery's own. He acknowledged her with
a slight nod, then returned his gaze to the squat droid near him.
"Wow, eye contact!
I think he likes you," Moose whispered.
Foxfire whispered back, elbowing him lightly in the ribs. "He
tolerates me because I don't yell as loudly."
"I would never
have noticed." Moose smiled but he didn't add anything more. It was
obvious for him that Captain Orris tolerated Foxfire better than Shok'wave,
although that wasn't saying much. He had never fully understood why the
Captain and White Squadron's Commander had that mutual dislike, but ever
since Shok'wave had been swamped with bureaucreatic stuff far from the
Joan d'Arc, that bridge hadn't heard the same amount of daily shouts
as it used to.
In that moment, Ledner
let out a shrill whistle. Orris beat Moose and Foxfire to the panel
by a whisker.
"What is it?"
he snapped. The communications officer's fingers were busy as they danced
over her board and she tried to interpret Ledner's excited beeps and whistles.
"Sir, I think
he's found trace drive gases from a Nebulon-B Frigate and a few starfighters.
Rebel starfighters." Orris nodded once, decisively.
to know how Admiral Garil thinks," he said briskly. "Helm, lay
in a course along the projected trajectory of the ship that emitted those
gases. Recall Flight Officer Sutherland. We're going to make a very short
hyperspace jump, and then I want a new recon flight ready to go. You've
got five minutes, Lieutenant Commander," he finished with a quick
glance at Foxfire. She glared back at him. A recon flight, ready to
go in five minutes...just like that. Right.
She answered. Turning on her heel, she left the bridge with a final scowl
at the air in general.
Captain Michael Stauber
had just completed his checks and was about to get out of his cockpit
when Lieutenant Commander Schroeder's head appeared at the top of the
getting out," she said without preliminaries. "You and Hammer,
thanks to your strange wishes to be on the hangar deck, have just earned
a recon detail. Sorry about the notice," and her expression softened
a little, "but Orris, as usual, wants everything done yesterday.
Drake managed to pick up some traces, so we're off after them like Jawas
after a one-legged droid." Vyper raised an eyebrow at the analogy,
but he said nothing and nodded.
be back shortly then."
Foxfire finally smiled
and nodded in return. "I hope so. Good luck - and take care
of yourselves, OK?"
his helmet and gloves on as the cockpit canopy hissed shut. Great - another
recon flight. That's the last time I amble on the hangar deck without
a good reason. Having already thoroughly checked his fighter, he didn't
need pre-flight checks, and he immediately wound the engines up in preparation
Hammer's B-Wing shot
out of the Joan d'Arc's hangar a few seconds after Vyper's A-Wing
had. Normally a two man recon patrol flight would consist of the same
type of ship, but one as hastily thrown together as this couldn't afford
to be so precise. Vyper keyed his intercom.
is Three," he began. "Lay in the course that we're receiving
via download from the Joan, then prepare for a quick hyperspace
jump on my mark."
Three. Course laid in."
one...mark!" The two ships of White Squadron leapt forward and then
burst into hyperspace.
[Open space not far
from the renegade Frigate Trailblazer]
Flight Officer Daken
Teel was just about to comment on these recon flights being a waste of
time when two fighters suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Teel totally
forgot proper protocols and procedures momentarily as he keyed his mike.
"Where in Sith
did they come from-"
"Cut the chatter,
Amber Nine," Louyan's voice broke in. "Break and attack,"
he finished coolly. Inside his cockpit, Daken Teel squirmed uncomfortably.
scope shows all green," he said nervously. The reply came back sharply.
"I'm sure it
does. They're Alliance ships, an A-Wing and a B-Wing, Nine. Now, do as
you're ordered. Break and attack - they're after the Trailblazer!"
Already Teel could see Louyan's X-Wing streaking ahead as its S-foils
blossomed into the cross shape that gave the craft its name.
us - but aren't we-" Again, Louyan's angry bark cut Teel off.
of it this way," he grated. "Either you get court martialled
for coming with the Admiral and disobeying orders, or you get court martialled
and killed for not obeying my orders. Now," he finished with
a roar, "break and attack, Flight Officer!" Teel was stunned
into action at the Commander's outburst and his own S-foils unfolded as
he surged forward to meet the oncoming ships.
they're Rebel, but I really don't think they're friendly," Hammer
observed as casually as possible.
"You don't say,
Twelve. The wingman seems a bit slow - let's stay on the leader."
Three." The two White fighters swung around to attack the enemy wingleader
from either side, but Commander Louyan had already guessed their intent.
His X-Wing curved sharply upward and shot out of the trap, then looped
and came back at Hammer, hitting the White pilot several times before
breaking off again and going after Vyper.
Daken Teel burst into
the fray and he immediately squeezed off a burst at Hammer's desperately
weaving B-Wing. The White pilot was glued to Louyan's tail, but at Teel's
volley he sheered off and slowly began to come around. Meanwhile, Louyan
and the White A-Wing were fighting a twisting, spiralling melee, but Louyan
actually seemed to be gaining the advantage. Teel couldn't believe he
was seeing it - an Alliance X-Wing dogfighting with an Alliance A-Wing,
to the death.
This isn't right
- I'm going to have to put a stop to this, he thought, but before
he could do anything his rear shields seemed to crunch under a sudden
hail of laser shots. Cursing, Teel threw his X-Wing over onto its side
and spun out of the B-Wing's range of fire.
Commander Ilyich Louyan
fought with his stick. Damn, this guy is no rookie at this, he
thought to himself. Still, even veterans make mistakes sometimes. They'd
been turning like this for what seemed like an eternity - the starfield
outside the canopy seemed to spin endlessly. Louyan decided to try and
force the enemy pilot into making a mistake. Setting his lasers on quad
fire, he suddenly cut his throttle to a third power. The A-Wing shot ahead
suddenly, its velocity still constant. In a flash, Louyan had flung his
X-Wing around and snapped off a shot, catching the smaller craft on the
beam. Go for it, Louyan willed the other pilot silently. Make
a veteran's mistake. As if to satisfy him, the A-Wing pilot jerked
his craft away, straightening it for the barest second so as to make a
clean breakaway. Quicker than thought, Louyan's thumb flicked the weapon
selector and his finger found the trigger. A concussion missile
streaked ahead on an orange tongue of flame and slammed into the aft section
of the A-wing as it tried to dive out of the way. It exploded on impact,
scattering shrapnel and A-Wing debris as it did so.
Hammer's B-wing spat an ineffectual torpedo at Teel's craft. He knew the
shot would miss, but it would hopefully distract the X-wing pilot enough
so that Hammer could get across and help his damaged wingleader.
came Vyper's reply a second later, and Hammer sighed in relief. "It's
a little tight here, though." Vyper's A-Wing juked and corkscrewed,
the other X- Wing staying perfectly on its tail, but just unable to squeeze
a shot off. Hammer glanced down at his targeting display as he bracketed
Vyper's fighter and squeezed the button. The A-Wing's shields were down,
and its hull had also begun to take damage. One shot from that X-Wing
would spell Captain Stauber's death. Hammer's eyes widened in horror,
anger and helplessness. And that shot is about to come, he thought.
Commander Ilyich Louyan
was thinking those exact same thoughts as he edged his throttle back and
allowed the A-Wing to slip ahead a little. The A-Wing pilot noticed the
change in speed and attempted to weave wildly and slow at the same time,
but it was too late. Louyan's gloved finger closed around the trigger.
Flight Officer Daken
Teel shoved his throttle hard against the stops, outdistancing the B-Wing
as he redirected his shield energy over to the engines. Hopefully he
won't catch me and I'll come out of this alive, the young man thought
grimly. Louyan's fighter seemed about to line up for a shot on the Alliance
A-wing. Teel stabbed the trigger.
finger tightened even as his R2 unit screamed and his rear shields and
half his hull crunched away into nothing. WHAT?! His head snapped
around even as he instinctively jerked his X-Wing up and away. Behind
him, unbelievably, Teel's X-Wing still spat bursts of quad fire at him
as it attempted to follow. Furious at the disloyalty, Louyan was about
to go after the young traitor when a shrill warning from his R2 unit reminded
him of the A- and B-Wings, both of which were lining up to attack him
too. Louyan redirected all his energy to his engines and shot back in
the direction of the Trailblazer as he keyed his comm.
"You'll die for
this, traitor. I'll see that the Admiral hears of it." The reply
came, somewhat scratchy over Louyan's damaged comm.
"I'm no traitor,
Commander. I'm doing what is right - I won't follow the Admiral down on
some death wish, and I won't let you just shoot down people that are on
our side!" Louyan cut his comm. off and closed his S-foils. The A-Wing
was pursuing and would catch him at sublight speeds, but the renegade
Commander pulled a lever and his battered X-Wing leapt into hyperspace.
X-Wing, this is Captain Michael Stauber of White Squadron," Vyper
intoned. "Please fall in with us so we can escort you back to the
Frigate Joan d'Arc." Please, Vyper added as an afterthought.
I don't want to have to fight you, too.
came the reply at length. "I'm Flight Officer Daken Teel, formerly
known as Amber Nine." The three ships streaked back towards the Joan
[Aboard the renegade
The Admiral was staring
grimly out of the bridge window, his knuckles white on the rail, when
Commander Louyan stepped onto the bridge of the Trailblazer. Still in
his somewhat rumpled orange flight suit, the commander stepped forward
and waited, his body braced to attention, as he eyed his old friend speculatively.
He'd known Nathan
Garil since he was a junior officer. Nathan was older than he was - in
fact when they'd first met he'd been something of a mentor to the young
Lieutenant Louyan, as he had indeed been to all the men and women that
served under his command. In Louyan's case, though, it had been a little
different, and the two men had formed a friendship that transcended rank
and branch service. The often seen rivalry between pilots and naval personnel
didn't exist between Nathan Garil and Ilyich Louyan. The two respected
the other, both knew their own stations and limitations, and both were
happy with those. And now, Louyan thought to himself as his face hardened,
I'm following Nathan Garil, even if it means death. Both men had lived
long enough lives, and were happy enough - as happy as could be expected
under the Empire. Louyan didn't fear death, then. He feared death only
for the young, those who hadn't yet had the chance to see all that life
had to offer and be satisfied. Still, in order to see justice served,
Commander Ilyich Louyan was prepared to die, and to order others to die
with him. We took an oath when we joined the Alliance, Louyan reminded
himself silently. These kids all knew what they were getting into,
they knew they might have to sacrifice themselves for the cause. Now,
they're being called upon to do that. And already, one has betrayed us.
Louyan shook his head with a mix of anger and sadness, then straightened
reflexively as the silent Admiral finally turned to face him. Louyan saluted
crisply, and Garil returned the gesture without hesitation or expression.
At other times he might have smiled faintly, but not today.
Commander," Nathan Garil prompted. Louyan nodded.
"Yes, sir. Admiral,
Flight Officer Daken Teel and I engaged two Alliance starfighters, apparently
from White Squadron. We drove them off, and Teel went with them."
Garil's eyes narrowed
and he folded his arms. "What?"
"I'm afraid so,
sir. Teel betrayed us and has defected to White Squadron."
Admiral Garil nodded
and sighed, rubbing the stubble on his cheek thoughtfully. For an instant
he seemed hesitant, perhaps about what he was doing, but it quickly passed
and his face hardened with resolve.
nothing we can do about it now. We certainly can't spare the resources
to hunt this kid down, and even if we could, any information he knows
would already be in the hands of this squadron. White Squadron, eh? I'm
just trying to remember who's in charge of that outfit...ah, it's a certain
Commander Krenzel, I believe. I don't know anything about her beyond the
name, but I do know they're on Ralne Orris' ship. I'll have to watch Orris,
he's a damn good captain, and if his mission is to stop us, then we won't
get away easily. What's your assessment of this White Squadron, then?"
Louyan frowned for
a moment while considering. "I think they're pretty good, from what
I've seen. The wingleader we met nearly matched me, and I've got quite
a few years of flying behind me. I don't think it was the CO, either...
looked like a male, from what I could see. If that's their regular standard
of pilot, then I'd be interested to see what their hotshots can do."
That brought the faintest ghost of a smile to Garil's lips, but the smile
"Very well. I
want Amber and the other squadrons on full alert. We're going to have
to respond quickly if they move against us. Meanwhile, Ilyich, go freshen
up and get something to eat. Dismissed."
"Aye, aye, sir."
Louyan couldn't help a smile as he saluted. In private he would've addressed
the Admiral by his first name, but the bridge wasn't an appropriate place
for that. The Admiral saluted, nodded curtly, and turned back to stare
intently out the window. Commander Ilyich Louyan marched out, leaving
the Admiral to his thoughts and the quiet but tense state of calm on the
We are being hunted
by our own people. Orris has been sent to force us to return. They don't
understand. They can't.
His mind returned
to that fatal moment in the withdrawal from Sindar II, almost three weeks
ago. The alarms sounded again in his memory with the same tone of urgency,
the sound he had learned to associate with immediate danger and death.
The Imperials had reacted even faster than he'd feared. At the second
jump point they found enemy ships not too far from them. This time two
Star Destroyers were blocking their route, and six Frigates were racing
towards them at their top speed. A group of Corvettes seemed to be their
reserves, and kept positions between the Frigates and the Destroyers.
When the first warning of TIE Bombers was heard on the bridge, Admiral
Garil knew that their worst suspicions were true. They would have to fight
their way home.
Squadron attack the Star Destroyers with all their fighters," he
ordered while the communications officer transmitted his instructions
to the fighter commanders. "Tell them to use everything, even the
reserves, I need all the B-Wings launching their torpedoes against the
Star Destroyer at left." If we can take one of them out of combat
we'll have a chance of escaping. Without waiting for acknowledgement
he continued giving orders, his mind designing the plan as he spoke. "Amber
will cover Hornet's ships while Banshee attacks the Frigates. Corvettes
Mireia and Nur'tal will help too. Hunter and Tideria
will protect our back. Our three Frigates will engage theirs."
It had been a bad
fight. Admiral Garil remembered too well the screams coming over the communications.
That was the hardest
part of being in command, to hear and see how others died following your
orders. The veteran soldier knew that there was nothing more he could
have done then, that all those deaths were necessary to give the rest
of his fleet a chance to survive and escape, but still he clenched his
hands at his at the sound of those cries. You will be avenged. All
of you will be avenged, I swear it.
He remembered looking
at the main display with concern half an hour later. They had survived
the first attack, but now the things were becoming even harder. The frigate
Gaudeamus was mortally wounded and wouldn't survive when the next
wave of Bombers launched their torpedoes against the battered ship. The
worst of all was that her engines had suffered serious damage, losing
almost all her manuevering capabilities. There was no chance of
jumping to hyperspace for the crippled frigate. Their second frigate,
Gladiant, was not that much better, but at least its hyperdrive
was still intact. They had lost two corvettes too, the ones that had been
ordered to attack the enemy frigates, and half of the fighters from the
three squadrons, especially Hornet's B-Wings. On the other side, the New
Republic's forces had destroyed two of the Imperial frigates and a Star
Destroyer, the Pressis, had been forced to withdraw after losing its shields
and suffering some structural damage under the Hornet fighters' fierce
attack. The Imperials had lost a great amount of fighters, too, especially
TIE Bombers. The space was full of the debris from dozens of them. Comparing
the respective losses, it could be considered that the Rebels were winning
the battle. The remaining Imperial Frigates had retired some klicks away
when the Imperial commanding the fleet had understood that the New Republic's
ships were going to fight to the death. Now they seemed to be waiting
for something, only their fighters were keeping an intense fight against
Amber and Cheetah's X-Wings. Garil knew that reinforcements were expected.
The situation was desperate and the Imperials knew it. They could have
used those moments to escape, but not leaving a crippled Frigate and her
"This is Admiral
Garil." He said to the intercom. "Evacuate the Gaudeamus
immediately, Captain Sera." A little hologram showed the Captain's
exhausted face, and Garil wondered how he looked himself. "Activate
the auto-destruction device, but transfer the control to this ship. Perhaps
Gaudeamus can win a fight even in her last moments."
Captain Sera smiled
slightly and nodded.
"All right, Admiral,
let's hope so." He turned to a young female officer at his back.
"Lieutenant Shillis, order immediate evacuation and run to a shuttle."
out." Captain Sera said and the hologram disappeared.
Before he closed the
contact, Garil caught a glimpse of the Lieutenant's face. She was scared,
and she couldn't be blamed for that, not with an order to evacuate coming
over the comms. At sixty-two years old, Garil didn't fear death for himself.
He had seen a lot of combats, from the Clone Wars to the struggle against
the Empire, he had been in many battles and stared death in the face more
than once. But he could remember how it was when he was younger, when
he had a life to live and hopes for the future. Navy had been his life
and he had never had a family out of it. As he was growing older all those
plans and hopes had been forgotten one after another, and now he had nothing
to lose if death finally came. But there was a time when he had felt as
frightened as that woman undoubtedly was, no matter how hard she tried
to hide it. That was what courage was, to feel the fear but to fight against
it, not to allow it to become panic and to do what you must do. He admired
the young woman and the rest of the sentients under his command. Many
of them had died during all these years, but he swore to himself that
this Lieutenant wouldn't be joining them.
Don't worry, I'll
bring you home safely.
"Two new contacts,sir!"
His head snapped up at the warning he had been waiting for. "Star
Destroyers, sir, launching Bombers and TIE Fighters!"
He only delayed his
answer for a second. "Amber Squadron, intercept any Bomber
that those Star Destroyers launch. Cheetah and Hornet, take positions
close to Gaudeamus and cover the transports evacuating the crew.:
identified as Tennef and Saitell, and four supporting Corvettes
have started a new approach toward the transports... They are trying to
intercept their escape route!" the Rodian officer behind the nearest
"I see them,
Lieutenant Deeggo. Captain Dimb'ura, try to stop those ships for a few
more minutes," he ordered Gladiant's Captain. "We'll
try to cover all you from the Star Destroyers and the remaining Frigates."
"At once, Admiral."
The Twi'lek's voice didn't betray his own fear and only a pale color in
his brain tentacles showed what he felt. Garil saw him nodding in the
hologram and immediately the Gladiant started to maneuver to intercept
the incoming ships.
That Twi'lek was
brave, too. The Imperials despise those who are aliens to them, but I
would prefer a Corvette and a crew only composed by aliens like Captain
Dimb'ura than an entire fleet full of cowards like those Imperials. Dimb'ura
knew that I might be sending him to death, but he didn't hesitate. No,
I was actually sending him to death, now I see it, but, what else could
I do? I just couldn't abandon the other Frigate's crew... But I sacrificed
two Frigates instead. I should have thought of something better. I was
responsible for the two crews. Dimb'ura and his men did it well though.
They destroyed one of the enemy Frigates and two Corvettes before to fall.
And why I didn't order Trailblazer to attack them too? Perhaps Dimb'ura
would be alive now... But no, I had to keep this ship out of that engagement
and offer the evacuation vessels a place to land. But they were too far,
that was my failure, they just couldn't do it, and I had to watch those
damned Corvettes capture the transports one after another...
"I'm sorry, Admiral..."
His first officer's voice startled him and interrupted his thoughts. "Are
you all right, sir?" He realized that his hands were so tightly clenched
they trembled. He breathed deeply once before turning to face the young
Collins, continue with your duties."
He noticed the concern in the man's eyes, but didn't comment on it. Garil
observed him for some seconds, while the young captain appeared to be
very busy watching a console, but he caught him taking a short glance
back and turning his attention to the monitor quickly when he noticed
that the Admiral was looking. There were any number of reasons for
that concern, anything from the strain he was clearly under to the things
he'd done since Gaudeamus' destruction.
It's not my fault,
he thought, turning back to the main view screen. The Empire bears
the guilt for this. I hope that the Emperor is writhing in pain wherever
he is now. I always knew Palpatine was a bad beast, but nobody wanted
to hear me until it was too late. Bastard. He and all those who follow
him, even now after his death. None of them is innocent, not even those
who are supposedly civilians, they are accomplices with their silence,
pretending there is no war, that they have nothing to do with all the
suffering... They call us Rebel scum. Rebel scum... Well, this Rebel scum
is going to take them from their comfortable beds and will make them pay.
The Galaxy will be a better place when we finish our job. It's not my
fault, no, not at all, but the Empire will pay...
just outside the door of the small ready room, taking a moment to compose
her thoughts. From what Vyper had told her about their new arrival, she
was going to have to tread carefully. She took a quick breath and walked
into the room, past the Security people who were doing their best to look
She could see why,
when she looked at the young pilot sitting nervously at the table. Dressed
in a rumpled flightsuit, it was hard to tell much about him past the edgy,
exhausted look in his eyes - then again, Foxfire thought, she'd be pretty
edgy as well if she'd been forced to turn on her own wingleader.
Avery Schroeder," she said, holding out a hand in greeting. "I
hear we owe you one."
"I couldn't just
let him - aah, Flight Officer Daken Teel, ma'am," the other pilot
said, changing subjects midstream.
"Glad to meet
you, although the circumstances could be better." Foxfire took a
seat across from Teel. "For what it's worth, Captain Stauber's sensors
show that your wingleader made it back into hyperspace."
"That's no help,"
Teel said bitterly. "He's as far gone as the Admiral by now."
"What do you
mean?" Foxfire held herself in her seat by sheer force of will, when
what she really wanted was to pounce on any chance of a lead.
he's, ah, something's wrong with him. When we were ambushed after Sindar
II he just went crazy to kill Imperials, any Imperials he could find.
All the pilots were in space when it happened, but..." He fell silent
for a moment. "One of our frigates was destroyed, and the Imps took
most of the crew prisoner as they evacuated. As I've said, none of us
could see what happened them, but some of the bridge's officers have been
telling some things..."
"What kind of
"Well I don't
know how much of it is true, but I've been told that they started to...they...might
have tortured someone. The Admiral told us to keep up the fight..."
Teel trailed off, shaking his head. "We might have had a chance to
escape by turning back and entering again into Imperial space. But it
turned out that we weren't escaping at all. Admiral Garil ordered us all
back aboard to track down the prison ship. But we could only guess where
it might be heading to. Then..." The young pilot hesitated. He looked
at his hands as he twisted them nervously on the table.
"I know it's
not easy, Lieutenant, but I have to know the whole story."
He glanced at her,
but it was only for an instant before he lowered his head in silence.
By the time the XO was wondering if the haunted pilot had understood what
she had said, he nodded once and started to talk in a low voice.
"The Admiral selected the spots where that ship could be re-fuelled,
or receive any kind of assistance. And we were ordered to attack all those
places. Many of them were not military installations..."
Then it's true,
"There was no
trace of our people in any of those places, but we destroyed them anyway.
We have intercepted several convoys, too... The Admiral interrogated the
Captains and then the Trailblazer blew their ships apart. We shot down
disabled ships!" His voice was about to break."Most of the times,
the crews had no chance to evacuate their vessels. I thought that all
that made a little sense if we were able to find that Corvette and rescue
our people. But now...nobody knows where they are and he still won't
"Then, when I
was ordered to open fire against New Republic ships... I just couldn't
handle it any more."
"You did the
right thing, Flight Officer." The young pilot was struggling to keep
his composure, but he was visibly relieved after having explained his
story. "Do you have any idea where Admiral Garil's heading now?"
Foxfire hated to press the man, exhausted as he was, but she had an ugly
feeling that time was running out.
"Sort of. Look,
you're not going to shoot him down or anything, are you?"
"No. Not if there's
any way to avoid it - we're trying to get the Admiral and his crew safely
back into Alliance space."
Something about Teel's
expression suggested that he didn't have much faith in that possibility,
but he didn't say so out loud. "I don't know much about where he's
going, although it's evident we are closer to Coruscant every day..."
Foxfire repressed a shudder. She'd spent more time than she liked
in Imperial space just before the formation of White Squadron, and the
idea of voluntarily heading toward Coruscant was not a pleasant one. "I
heard something about a place named Meldron, or something like that.
Does that make any sense?
She consulted her
datapad and found a positive answer. "Yes, there's an Imperial
base named Meldron's World not far from here. Apparently they use
it to transfer prisoners to other destinations if they're not sent straight
"From what the
wing commander said, I think it's pretty heavily fortified... I don't
think the Admiral's expecting us to make it out of there."
"A suicide run..."
Foxfire said softly to herself. "Look, Teel, we're going to do our
best to get your crew-mates out of trouble. Meanwhile, we've got to get
you into sickbay for a while." She kept her voice as calm as she
could, letting the two Security men usher Teel out of the room and toward
Sickbay. She'd have to figure out what to do with him later - predictably,
Orris was all for tossing him in the brig - but meanwhile she had to talk
to the rest of the command wing. If losing the prisoners had driven Garil
crazy, maybe a chance to get them back would drive him sane...
can pull it off."...I think, Foxfire added mentally. She, Moose,
Vyper and Torpedo were squeezed into the XO's cramped office, along with
too much caff to really be safe. "I've been talking to Daken Teel,
the pilot who defected to us, and from what he says we have maybe one
chance to intercept Garil before he suicides and takes his crew along
"After that little
encounter with his recon flight, I don't think he's likely to look at
us as friends," Vyper warned.
"Neither do I,
but I think we'll at least be able to get his attention." As quickly
as possible, Foxfire outlined what Teel had told her about the Rebel prisoners.
"He says the prison ship is a corvette named Harrier, and
it was making tracks for the Core Worlds the last time it was seen. What
we get to do is divert the Harrier from its destination and head it to
Meldron's World instead - Garil is apparently planning to make his stand
Moose frowned. "Ambush
I can understand, but how exactly are we planning to divert a corvette?"
"There are comm
stations within striking distance of our position." Torpedo was grinning,
having figured out where Foxfire was going a few minutes ago. "If
we captured one, we might be able to get into the systems and start talking
with the Harrier. Between Vyper, Joker and Psycho, we'd be able
to sound convincing, at least."
Ibero." Vyper suggested. "He worked for a telecommunications
company before joining us. If there is an easy way to hack one of those
things, chances are he knows it."
"Of course! How
could I forget that?" Foxfire thought for a moment. "Have Ibero
in the group instead of Psycho. I don't want to have so many pilots inside
those transports. "Furthermore, after seeing what happened when they
tried to link Ledner to the Joan's tracking systems, I don't know
if I want they both together again..." She suppressed a smile. "All
right. Keep the Joan out of the picture, raid with some B-Wings and a
couple of A's for cover, and throw a couple of transports full of boarding
troops at them..."
Moose supplied. "She used to be in Imperial Intel, and she may be
able to get some places we can't. Perhaps Ibero could manipulate the comms,
but first we have to get in."
Torpedo shot him a
disbelieving look. "You realize how much we'll have to hear about
"And how loudly?"
"All right, all
right." Moose held up his hands to forestall any more comments. "But
as long as she gets the job done while she's out there, I'm happy."
"You and me both."
Foxfire frowned in thought for a moment. "OK, we can go with me,
Drake and Ladyfox flying cover and Moose, Iceman and Hammer taking B-Wings.
Torpedo, I'll need you to pick out our likeliest target, and Vyper to
scout it out. Moose, you've done infantry, can I get you to sort things
out with the guys on the transports?"
"Sure. Put Blitz
in my place and I'll go with the commandoes instead. What are you gonna
as rough of a job." She made a face and downed the last of her caff.
"I've got to go convince Captain Orris that this is a good idea.
Anybody want to trade?"
[Imperial Comm. Station]
Foxfire glanced at
her mission timer as the four A-wings shot through hyperspace...seconds
left to reversion and yet another skirmish with the Imperials. She waited
impatiently for the computer to count down, wanting to have the intercom
link available again for a last-minute briefing - not that anyone really
needed it, but the mission plan was a bit unusual and she wanted to make
sure it was down firmly.
The jump indicator
flickered green and her A-Wing dropped into real space. The rest of her
group, other three fighters, had dropped in beside her, and immediately
broke left and right in groups of two, making room for the B-wings that
came in just behind them.
"All right, folks,
the defenses here are nothing but gunboats and turbolasers, so we're switching
roles for today. The B-wings will cover us while we go for the big target
- we have to take out all the turrets on the sunward side of the station,
and we don't have long to do it before the transports show up. Got it?"
Iceman said promptly. Vyper, never particularly talkative in flight, just
double-clicked his mike. Torpedo, commanding the B- Wings flight, acknowledged
with an "Aye, aye", followed by the rest of his group, Granite,
Blitz and Sparks. She was still missing one, though... Foxfire frowned
and looked over her right shoulder to catch a glimpse of the missing A-wing.
Somehow I'm not surprised...
"Got it, Nik?"
"Yes ma'am, got
it, can I turn my stereo back up now?"
"Do it and I'll
stick you in the brig for a month." She smiled, knowing that Hardrive
was just joking. Or at least that was what she hoped. Suddenly her computer
emitted a warning tone and her forward scanner started to show red shots.
gonna be fun," Foxfire muttered to herself, looking as a flight of
six Gunboats rose from the comm station and spread out to engage them.
With Hardrive still in formation on her wing, she ducked under the wave
of oncoming Gunboats, leaving them for the B- wings with no particular
remorse. Four of the Alliance heavy bombers could handle the opposition
without much trouble - besides, she was going to have her hands full with
the turbolaser barrage from the station.
"OK, Nik, split
up and watch your back!"
they haven't made the Gunboat yet that could catch up with me."
Hardrive's A-wing broke away from hers with a cheerful wing-waggle.
Foxfire threw her
fighter into an irregular corkscrew course, scanning the perimeter of
the comm station for turbolaser turrets. This was worse than mineracing...
A quick glance behind her showed all the Gunboats safely engaged with
Torpedo's B-wings, and she targeted the nearest turret and dove for it.
I hate turbolasers!
Biting her lip in
concentration, Foxfire wove around a near-continuous stream of green fire,
then ducked away with a quick flurry of lasers. A satisfying shower of
sparks behind her let her know that her attack run had succeeded. Just
fifteen or so left now...
She glanced at her
sensors and found about what she'd expected - Vyper and Iceman had staked
out one quarter of the comm station as their own and were methodically
strafing their way across it, and Hardrive was careening through wild
course changes that had to be leaving the Imperial gunners motion-sick.
As long as everything blew up on schedule, she wouldn't complain - they
had only a few seconds left before the transports dropped in, and she
had several squadmates on the first transport. Moose, Ibero and Joker
were all hitching rides on one of the commando ships, and she wanted to
leave them a clear path in.
The station spun dizzily
over her as she slammed the A-wing sideways to avoid a turbolaser bolt.
She hated charging an installation like this - you could out-think another
pilot, but with a wall of gunners it came down to brute force. And that
was something an A-wing was notoriously short on.
got forty-five seconds till the transports revert," Torpedo said
over the comm-link. "You got it cleared out for them?"
Foxfire dumb-fired two missiles into her current target and yanked her
stick back for a wrenching turn that sent her skimming over the comm-station
walls. "Vyper, you two done over there?"
"Working on it..."
The Intelligence Officer sounded about as distracted as Foxfire was herself.
I'm right about 'well-done'." Iceman's A-wing angled away from the
comm station, trailing sparks from one winglet. Out of the corner of her
eye, Foxfire saw Hardrive give up on the subtle approach and charge the
last gun turret in a storm of lasers. "OK, we're done," he reported
Foxfire relaxed slightly.
"All right, good work, fall back and-"
"Fox, we're in
trouble." Vyper shut her off abruptly. "Four more Gunboats and
six squints - they had them hiding in the station's sensor shadow, Probably
trying to catch us in an ambush."
Foxfire diverted all
the shield power she could spare to her engines. "OK, back in formation
and accelerate to attack speed. Torpedo?"
"Yes, boss, we're
on our way. Granite, follow me. Sparks, Blitz, hang back and cover the
transports. They may have another surprise or two waiting."
"Let them try,"
Granite said angrily. The Caldanian pilot would have preferred to be with
the commando team, but Moose had explicitly forbidden him to board any
of the transports. "Sometimes I just can't understand him..."
he muttered through his clenched teeth.
Hardrive dropped into
position on Foxfire's wing as she arced over the disarmed wall of the
station and back into the zone of fire of the active turbolasers. Complicating
matters further were the Imperial fighters racing toward them - thankfully,
most of them were unshielded Interceptors. But that turn of speed plus
quad-lasers would still shred the approaching transports...
this is Sparks. Transports have arrived."
Foxfire winced. "Tell
them to make their docking as fast as they can - we've got problems."
"And this is
supposed to be news, right?"
Ibero looked through
the nearest viewscreen. They had arrived in the estimated time, but judging
from their comrades' activity out there, things were not as quiet as all
of them would like. A unnerving rhythmical "tap-tap" had not
ceased sounding inside the armoured transport for the last ten minutes.
Neither Moose nor any of the commandoes seemed to be as annoyed as he
was by the noise, so he decided it was time to do something about it.
would you be so kind as to stop hitting the floor with your boot?"
replied without stopping. "I'm nervous, and when I nervous I do this
to relax myself."
"And it works?"
"All right, here
I go." Ibero started to tap the floor too. Briefly. At the
fifth hit he felt a powerful grip on his knee and couldn't continue.
Moose said politely. "I've got enough to handle with just her."
The look he launched at Joker was enough to make her consider stopping
her own tapping, too. After barely a second of iimmobility, Joker started
to drum her fingers nervously on her knee, eyeing Moose occasionally to
see if the Training Officer was going to object to that. A few years'
experience in Imperial Intelligence didn't exactly mean she was comfortable
in a back-door infantry asssault like this...on the other hand, it probably
beat the second shift in the Bomb Shelter, and was less dangerous to boot.
The corners of her
mouth twitched upward as she remembered Granite's reaction to hearing
her part of the mission... "Aye lass, give me a moment and I'll have
yae a Combat Mop ready to go." I'll give HIM mops, she
thought, more than a little vindictively. She wondered if Granite
had found anything...unusual in his quarters yet, but if not, he'd find
it when he got back from this mission. Namely, lots and lots of hastily-scrounged
mopheads, neatly bonded to the teeth of his chainsaw...all things considered,
it was probably just as well that she was out here and not back on the
Joan when the Caldanian had a chance to see her handiwork.
Ibero turned towards
her with a questioning look in his eyes.
"What are you
laughing at now?"
"Forget it. It's
just... watch out!!!!"
The transport lurched
heavily as the pilot saw the two TIE Interceptors approaching them up
ahead and instinctively ducked into an evasive pattern. "Moose,
can I drive?" Joker asked looking apprehensively at the space spinning
around them. "You said yourself I needed the practice."
"Joker, be quiet
or I'll sit on you," he growled back.
because the transport's evasive manuevers were coming close to catapulting
her into the opposite wall. An A- wing changed directions a lot
faster and harder, but there wasn't nearly as much room to bounce around
in. A moment later, however, the transport's flight leveled back
out as the White pilots reported they were free from their pursuers.
Joker noticed the boarding troops, who'd been perfectly relaxed during
their pilot's wild manuevering, tense imperceptibly. At an order of their
sergeant they all adjusted their facial plates, so their expressions couldn't
be seen any more. Their dark blue armors made them look more like some
kind of killer droid than like living creatures, especially the two-and-a-half-meter
Wookie holding the E-Web.
"I had always
thought they needed at least two strong guys to carry one of them."
"Or half a Wookie."
The transport set
down with a loud grating noise, and Joker and Ibero both flattened themselves
against the wall as the troopers rushed past them. Moose brought
up the rear, festooned with so much weaponry that he resembled a ship
in for repairs and covreed with dry-dock scaffolding. Ibero looked
at him curiously. "Hey, Diana, do you think he's enjoying this
this, no. Now watching me clean the Bomb Shelter, that he enjoys
Moose ducked, rolled,
and flattened himself against the side of the troop transport as a stormtrooper's
blaster shot came perilously close. He hoped the smell of scorched
fabric was only his imagination...
"You two, keep
your heads as low as possible, ok?" he said towards the two pilots
still on board the transport. They limited their answer to a quick nod,
Joker staring intensely at Moose's smoking left shoulder. It IS scorched
He had a good angle
of fire here - it would just be helpful to have a few less targets to
shoot at. Instead of the stealth attack he'd been expecting, the
commander of the infantry unit had simply opted to trigger the intruder
alarm in the landing bay. Moose had been more than a bit surprised at
that, until he'd seen the first wave of stormtroopers rushing into the
bay. The big open bay, with little or nothing in the way of cover, and
which the stormtroopers very obligingly spread themselves across.
After Hoth and Tenn'see IV, he had no trouble at all shooting any stormtrooper
he saw. He lifted the blaster rifle to his shoulder, aimed-
-and spun as a hand
slapped his shoulder from behind. Ander Malak, the infantry team's
Exec, leaned in so Moose could hear him over the roar of blaster fire.
"Captain, we've got a problem! Bring those two pilots of yours
and follow me."
Foxfire glared at
her targeting computer, which was telling her more than she wanted to
know about how much trouble she was in, and rolled right to line up on
the T/I that Hardrive had caught in a loop engagement. "Hold him
for me just a second, Nik..." she said under her breath.
The Interceptor broke
up under Foxfire's lasers just as far too many green bolts shot over her
canopy. She dove instinctively, letting the defensive fire from the station
drive the pursuing fighter off her six. That was a trick that wouldn't
last for long, though, not once the Imps got their bearings back and started
Vyper said calmly over the comm-link; Foxfire glanced backward and saw
him luring an Gunboat into range of their squad-mates' torpedoes. With
any luck, the assault troops had finished docking by now...
Moose, Joker, Ibero
and two infantry troopers huddled behind their transport, in the closest
thing there currently was to a safe place. The other trooper, who
Joker identified as the lean, dark woman who had made the trip in front
of her, was watching all their backs while Malak explained the situation.
"The Imps have figured out what we're here after - one of my people
just saw four stormtroopers go tearing off for the command station.
We shouldn't have any trouble securing the landing bay and proceeding
with a conventional operation, but we've got to catch up with the stormtroopers,
or they'll slag the comm equipment and all this will be useless."
"If they're headed
for the center of the station, we can catch up with them - we can intercept
them if we're lucky," Joker said with a smug look. "One
of my first assignments with Imperial Intelligence was planting listening
devices through a station like that one, and I still have the stupid floor
Malak looked at her,
seemingly thoughtful for a moment, then nodded back at Joker. "Lead
on, Flight Officer."
Foxfire pulled hard
right onto the trail of a Gunboat that was racing straight away from the
comm station. If the pilot made it into hyperspace with word of their
presence, they were finished.
Little help here?"
Two of Blitz's remaining torpedoes slammed into the GUN's starboard wing
as Foxfire's lasers stripped the armor off the back. The Imperial bomber
spun out of control and back toward Foxfire, who said something completely
unsuitable for an officer or a lady. A rain of sparks fountained from
her console at the glancing impact of one wing, and she pulled back hard
on the stick. The A-wing started to climb, but only sluggishly.
She glanced back to
see a T/I descending on her. "I give up, they can smell blood,"
she muttered to herself. But the Interceptor veered away from her
six before she even had time to pull up. If Vyper hadn't been around,
that ship could have finished her off, but the Imperial fighter was now
spinning beyond the station with a solar panel or two the less.
"Are you all
right?" Blitz asked, placing his B-Wing beside Foxfire's fighter.
He shook his head watching the damage on the small ship's hull. "For
a moment I thought he had you..."
"I can fly, but
the techs on the Joan are going to kill me."
"Well, that was
the last one." Vyper said. "Let's hope the reinforcements take
their time getting here."
Malak and the pilots
squeezed single-file through the narrow access tunnel that ran up the
center of the station, trusting Joker to keep them on track among the
multiple crawlways that branched off to every part of the station.
The sounds of the battle taking place behind them filled the place with
deathly echoes. "Damn it" Moose muttered. He had gotten a backache
after about five steps - not surprisingly, the Empire hadn't been terribly
concerned about the comfort of its techs when it built this place. Ibero
looked back and noticed the Training Officer's problems with walking through
the tunnel and smiled.
"At times like
this, I'm happy to not be that tall." He got an angry groan and a
little push as answer.
After much more climbing
than Moose had really enjoyed, Joker paused, tilted her head to listen,
and then ushered Malak toward a harrow hatchway with a mock-ceremonious
gesture and a smug grin. "It's all yours," she said to
Malak, then glanced over her shoulder at Moose. "And you can
probably shoot something too if you want, boss."
"You're too kind,"
he muttered back.
The hatchway opened
out between two consoles, a narrow space that could fit only one person
at a time. Malak solved his problem by rolling forward and out of
the way, bringing his rifle to bear on the cluster of stormtroopers in
the middle of the room. Moose followed hard on his heels, taking
in the situation just as he would have done in the cockpit. Civilian
personnel frozen at their stations, an electronic alarm shrieking somewhere,
and a knot of stormtroopers, just startled out of their "guard"
stance, just ahead.
He grabbed for some
of the heavier weaponry he'd brought along - they had to get this over
with quickly, before the civilians scattered around the room panicked
altogether and complicated things. Out of the corner of his eye
he saw Ibero slipping around the room's perimeter, but he ignored the
other pilot to concentrate on the stormtroopers, who had barricaded themselves
behind overturned chairs and consoles.
But in the end, that
was the least of their problems. Moose's (non- standard) mortar
gun left the barricade - to say nothing of whatever was behind it - irrelevant,
and Malak's marksmanship took care of the rest. A few of the more
dedicated - or frightened - station personnel had made as if to join the
fight, but Joker and Ibero had rounded them up and were quietly shepherding
them toward the waiting New Republic boarders.
Ibero holstered his
sidearm, took a look at the general chaos, and just shook his head before
unceremoniously opening up the access panel on the main communications
console. Joker followed him a moment later, picking her way through
debris, overturned furniture, and spent casings from some of Moose's more
unusual weapons. "So, you think we should tell 'em we're here?"
quiet for a second, Diana." Ibero said without quitting his eyes
from the console.
telling me to be quiet today!" she exclaimed. "Just because
you're a Lieutenant and I'm not, that doesn't mean that..." She interrupted
herself realizing that her partner was not hearing. He was completely
concentrated on what he was doing, his fingers flying over the personal
keyboard he had brought with him and connected directly to the computer's
hardware - the access device was the first thing the stormtroopers had
destroyed before to being caught in the battle in - Joker
observed that he had exited the main interface and was searching into
the computer databanks directly from the operating system, but she couldn't
completely understand what Ibero was doing.
"Have you found
out anything?" she asked, her previous exasperation completely forgotten.
"Not yet, but
I may be close."
"Why aren't you
using the computer's interface software to do whatever you're doing?"
"They must have
locked the main functions with passcodes and we don't exactly have the
time to interrogate all those people." He glanced at Moose, who was
looming menacingly at the nearest technician.
Malak said. "I'm being reported that my men have taken control of
the main hangar, but the fight is far from being ended. We're losing people."
His last sentence hung on the air.
"You've got five
minutes, Ibero." Moose said. "And not a single second more."
Ibero acknowledged semi-absorted.
"And then, what
are you trying to do instead?" Joker asked, returning to her previous
for a back door, a way to force the communications platform programs change
to trace level, something the programmers might have left to allow them
to obtain a quick diagnostic when something goes wrong."
"I see. And what
if there is nothing like that?"
"There is something,
I promise," he said, his fingers never leaving as he tried one command
after another. without ceasing trying a command after another, most of
the times obtaining messages like "Code not found", "Unrecognizable
word" or "Not enough privileges". "We all the people
who make... or made this kind of software always want to keep a way to
access our own code and knowing what's happening, just preventing a moment
when we may be called because something doesn't work..."
Joker asked, noticing that Ibero had stopped typing.
"Hey Dario, what?"
she repeated. There were two words blinking on the screen.
"I just can't
believe this." Ibero said leaning back on the seat, his face a mask
[Space around Imperial
Foxfire circled nervously
above the Imperial comm station, keeping a wary eye on her sensors. She
didn't think the Imps had time to call for help, but if they had, the
White pilots would have to cover the transports and pull out fast. Maybe
Admiral Garil's right after all, she thought sardonically. At this
point, a suicide run to Coruscant looks pretty straightforward...
She cycled through
her targets again, wishing that she knew something about what was happening
on board that station. She hated covering boarding operations in any case,
and it was worse when her squad-mates were involved in the fighting....
She heard a crackling on her headphones before a familiar voice filled
her with relief. "Foxfire, this is Moose. We're in."
"Glad to hear
you! Is everybody OK?"
"No, not everybody.
We've suffered some losses among the commandos, but the rest of us are
in one piece." Foxfire sighed. She couldn't help it, but she felt
relieved when she learned that her friends had not suffered any harm during
the assault, although other people had lost their life in the attempt.
But she realized that
Moose still was talking. "...ou should hear what Ibero has found
"Of course. What's
going on, Dario?"
The intercom cracked
again and then she heard Ibero's unmistakable Iberian accent.
What I've got is this: the core of this software was made by my old company,
more precisely by my friend Edu and me!"
She couldn't help but smile when she remembered the first time she saw
Ibero and his friend, in their tourist clothes, descending from a crippled
Y-Wing that had survived the battle of Yavin. "Does this mean
what I think it does?"
"I may need some
help from Joker to interpretate a couple of things the Imperials have
added, but basically, tell me where you want that Corvette to hear and
we'll send them the co-ordinates as if they came from Coruscant itself!"
And about time, too.
A reason to kill
[Some place in route
The small renegade
fleet exited from hyperspace in perfect formation. The density of the
stars field around them was visibly higher now, and the galaxy's core
could be seen like a brilliant ellipse occupying the centre of Trailblazer's
viewscreen. The three ships were surrounded by irregular clouds of blue
and violet spatial gases, a reminder of stars disappeared millions of
years ago. But nobody was admiring the spectacular view on the Frigate's
bridge. The crew knew their work perfectly well, and Admiral Garil didn't
need to order a full scan of the area they had emerged in. With his hands
at his back, the man who had been able to bring fear to the heart of the
Empire was looking to the front waiting for the first reports. The lights
of all those stars reflected on his eyes, but he was not seeing them.
His mind was somewhere else, flying constantly from the past to the future,
and then back to the past, in a constant whirl of thoughts, revising,
analyzing everything, imagining what would have been if he had acted in
a different way in this or that other moment and discarding the idea a
second later. Only the future showed some clarity. Revenge and death,
a final explosion and then nothing, but before that he would hear those
who had caused so much grief scream in their own terror. There was a little
voice inside of him - Maybe my conscience, he thought ironically
- which tried to make him change his mind, to order a 180-degree
turn and try to take what remained of his people to safety. There was
a second voice which tried to calm the first one, arguing that all this
was for the prisoners. But there was a third voice which overwhelmed the
other two, the one which realized that there was nothing they could do
for the prisoners, and that there couldn't be a life for him after what
he had seen and done. The only thing left was revenge, and revenge was
what he would have before he died.
Captain Collin's voice
behind him brought him back to the present. "Sir, we have detected
three transports of medium size in our path. They send neutral IFF codes."
"Half a dozen
TIE Fighters, sir."
"If they have
an Imperial escort they are Imperials too, no matter what their IFF says."
Admiral Garil believed he detected a trace of resignation in his first
officer's answer, but not even a single sign of rebellion. He didn't turn
to look at his eyes, because he knew perfectly what he would find. Some
of the younger ones are starting to wonder about the sense of all this,
but they won't question my orders. He thought for an instant of the
missing pilot from Amber Squadron, Teel, Flight Officer Teel. His
desertion had made him think a lot. He didn't know him personally, although
Commander Louyan had said that his progres had been brilliant until now.
Louyan was very disappointed. I understand that, I would feel the same
if one of the men sharing this bridge with me did something similar.
But they didn't have an X- Wing to escape with. The thought was disturbing,
and the little voice in his mind, the one which argued for retreat, kept
saying that he had no right to drag these young people into his revenge.
No. Collins would never let me down, never. I knew what I was doing
when I offered him to be Trailblazers first officer. He was the
number one of his promotion, a future promise, his previous
Commander said, although too young for that position. But
I realized since the very first moment he had what a captain must have,
yes. But thats not the point here. He saw what I saw. What Teel
didn't see. The voice challenged him to turn and look directly into
the young Captain's eyes, and keep looking until he was sure about what
Collins would do if he had Teel's chance. He kept looking at the front.
Louyan he has clearance to shoot down the escorts. Order Tideria's
and Hunter's Captains to attack and disable all the transports.
I want to talk to their Captains first."
"At once, sir."
Garil heard how his
orders were transmitted and waited. Six X- Wings passed in front of him,
accelerating towards the enemy convoy. Commander Louyan's fighter was
leading the formation. The Admiral smiled. Louyan's flight had left the
hangar even before receiving his clearance or they wouldn't have made
it so fast.
Five minutes later
everything was over. The freighters' Captains affirmed not knowing anything
about Corvette Harrier and its escorts. They were carrying a grain
cargo towards one of the Border's Imperial colonies, Polneye, a place
he had never heard about. That might be true, but they knew more that
they admitted. He had noticed how some of them paled when he identified
himself as Admiral Garil. After three weeks stories of his predation were
arriving to the farthest spots of the Empire. They were probably calling
him Garil the Monster, or something like that. Perfect.
the gunners are waiting for your instructions." Collins said.
As if he didn't
know what my instructions are. There's only one thing we can do with the
Imperials. The little voice interrupted him again. Those are not
Imperials, they are just traders trying to do their work, and you're going
to murder them. Why are you doing this? Why have you been acting like
a bloodthirsty animal? Revenge? Revenge won't bring the deads back. Revenge
won't heal the wounds.
Of course not.
The wounds are too deep.
The scene had come
to his mind again and again, like a nightmare when he tried uselessly
to sleep, like the most painful memory when he was awake. He looked at
his hands. They were trembling again. He bit his right hand hard enough
to draw blood, but his hands stopped shaking after that. The terrible
images crossed again before his eyes, but he forced himself to look at
them. That would give him the strength to finish what he had to do...
shields are down!" he remembered one of the bridge officers exclaiming.
"They're taking heavy damage!"
shuttles are been intercepted, sir!"
"This is Cheetah
Leader!" The pilot's words were coming mixed with static, but it
was still understandable. "We can't do anything, they've all been
captured, there's TIEs all around...!"
There was nothing
more. Just another ball of fire where Cheetah Leader's X-Wing had been
a second before. Garil understood that there was nothing to do, and that
he could have made one of the worst mistakes in his career. Many lives
could be lost trying an impossible rescue.
to get out of there, all the ships, evasive manuevers!" he shouted.
His eyes were fixed on the display indicating Gladiant's status.
All the readings were in red.
Go Dimb'ura, go...
The New Republic's
vessel was under fire from other three Imperial Frigates, trying to return
part of the punishment it was suffering while turning to try to escape
at the same time, but neither one was possible now. One after one,
her weapons were dying away, destroyed or damaged by the enemy ships.
Several bombers were making passes on the doomed vessel, while the few
gunners still alive were unable to avoid it. All the remaining laser cannons
were shooting against one of the enemy Frigates that had received heavy
damages and was aborting her own attack. Finally, the Imperial ship's
hull collapsed and a violent explosion tore it apart as if it was made
of paper. But nobody cheered on Trailblazer's bridge. Captain Dimb'ura's
voice was hard to hear in the static, but the message was clear.
for us,...iral. We......ing to make it..."
Garil lowered his
head to his chest when Gladiant disappeared in the middle of a
cloud of flaming gases and debris. I should have understood that
Gaudeamus was condemned. Now I've lost the two ships. Oh, damn,
how I've allowed this to happen... But I can't give up yet, there are
still people who depends on me, I can't just collapse.
"Call all fighters
back!" he ordered. "Program coordinates for a new jump and send
them to all the ships, now!"
"But, sir, we
can't jump towards New Republic space, the path is blocked by..."
"I know that!"
He interrupted Lieutenant Deeggo, the nervous Rodian who was operating
the navigation system. "We are going to return to Imperial space,
it's the only option we have!
He looked at the group
of four Corvettes surrounding the Gaudeamus. His people were there
but he couldn't do anything to help them. His eyes followed the Imperial
ships while they were disappearing at the right of the view screen while
the Trailblazer turned to port. He had knew all the time that this
mission could finish in that way, and even then the High Command would
consider it a success, as long as the shipyards were destroyed.
But he felt a sensation of defeat and impotence filling him like poison.
Around the ship, the remaining fighter pilots were struggling to keep
the TIE Bombers away from Trailblazer and the two surviving Corvettes,
but at least they were out of range for the Imperial capital ships' weapons.
Not everything was lost yet.
"We are receiving
a communication request, sir. From the Imperials."
They are going to use the prisoners to force us to give up. Standard
calculations as soon as you can, officer. Let's hear what the Imperials
have got to say. Perhaps we'll get some more time."
"At once, sir."
The holoprojector came to life and an Imperial Commander appeared before
him, his hands at his back, and a complacent smile showing how he was
enjoying this moment.
"Nice to meet
you. Admiral Garil, I suppose."
"I can't say
the same, Commander..." Garil pronounced the Imperial's rank
carefully, letting him know that this was not a conversation between equals.
Garil didn't mind that, but he knew that the Imperial did. The disappearance
of the Imperial's smile confirmed his guess.
Imperial Navy. Don't think I'm that impressed by talking to a Rebel Admiral".
Garil forced himself to smile, although the death of his men was constantly
present in his mind. For the sake of his remaining crew, he had to keep
his pride before the Imperials. He didn't reply and just kept staring
until Horax dropped his eyes.
may want to know how our guests are doing?" Short and to the point,
Garil thought. "Captain Veedar..."
A new hologram appeared revealing a different room. An Imperial Captain
watched how two stormtroopers dragged a man in the New Republic uniform.
There was a viewscreen behind them where Garil could distinguish Gaudeamus'
shape. An assault transport was docking with the abandoned Frigate. This
man was one of those who had been captured just some minutes ago. His
cheek showed a very recent wound, perhaps received during the figth or
the further evacuation, but Garil thought it was more probably caused
by one of the stormtroopers.
"We are not going
to give up, Horax, so you can avoid the spectacle." The Admiral said.
With a glance at the Rodian Lieutenant, he questioned how much time was
needed to complete the prejump operations. Lieutenant Deeggo lifted three
fingers. Three minutes.
decision, Garil." Now Commander Horax omitted the rank too, trying
to offend him, but the veteran soldier ignored that detail. "But
surely you know that every decision has a consequence. Captain Veedar?"
The Captain nodded
and gestured to one of the stormtroopers. The soldier put his blaster
against the man's head and shot. Admiral Garil clenched his teeth and
watched how the man collapsed on the floor. Part of his head had disappeared.
His blood covered both stormtroopers' armour, but neither of them moved
Garil said with scorn saturating the single word. It was not
the first time he had seen a sentient executed before his eyes to force
him to do what the enemy wanted, but it was something impossible to get
"Shut down your
engines and prepare to be boarded, Garil, or more of your people will
"So my crew can
get the same treatment? I'm not going to do it, Commander, and you
Garil looked at the
Rodian. He moved a finger in a circle around his head. The coordinates
were about to be transmitted to the fighters and the Corvettes.
"I think that
the Admiral is not too impressed, Captain Veedar." Horax said. "Can
you offer him something better?"
I think so." Veedar replied. He made a sign with his right hand and
a third stormtrooper entered in the scene , shoving a woman. His two partners
caught her before she fell on the floor and forced her to turn and look
at the front. Garil recognized her immediately. It was the young Lieutenant,
Captain Sera's assistant. Her face was filled with horror, and Garil realized
that the murdered man was still at her feet. She couldn't be more than
twenty two or twenty three, her short hair was red and her skin freckled
and very pale. A tear fell from her green eyes when she looked up. Trailblazer
was not sending a holographic communication, so she couldn't be seeing
him, but Garil felt as if she was looking directly into the eyes. Damned
bastards. She could have been his daughter, or even his granddaughter.
She shouldn't be passing through all this, she was just too young. He
regretted accepting the transmission, but now he just couldn't order it
interrupted, not while that girl was there, looking at him as if he could
do something to help her. But he couldn't do what the Imperial wanted.
Time was running very
slowly. Lieutenant Deeggo was showing him two fingers now. Only two minutes
and they would jump far from there.
"Don't you say
anything, Garil?" Horax asked with sarcasm. "Well, we'll press
you a little bit more..." Captain Veedar nodded and the last stormtrooper
hit the woman's face with his fist. She didn't make a sound, although
new tears rolled across her face. Blood started to flow from her nose
and her mouth.
Garil exclaimed. "I'm not going to surrender this ship, no matter
what you do."
think the Admiral appreciated this a bit more." Horax said. "Captain
Veedar, do you think that your men could have some more...elaborate treatment
for the lady?"
"Of course, sir."
This time the stormtrooper gripped the young Lieu-tenant's uniform with
both hands and pulled back. Garil felt a horror such as he had never experienced.
They can't be doing this, they just can't be doing this... The
old Admiral wanted to close his eyes, to turn back, to hide his face in
his hands, but he was completely paralyzed, his body refused to do what
his mind ordered. The young woman's screams were like an unbearable song
of pain and suffering, filling his ears with her terror and anguish, every
nerve and every muscle impossibly tense, as if he would explode in the
next moment. No, oh, no, why are they doing this, how can they do this,
she is only a child, no, no, don't do that, don't do that to her, stop
now, you devils, stop...! Before his eyes, the young Lieutenant was
struggling to set her arms free, to escape or at least take shelter, but
all her efforts were futile. There was nothing she could do against the
three stormtroopers. Their grip was unbreakable but she still tried again
and again, causing the Imperial officers to laugh. The images blurred
together in Garil's mind, everything became indistinguishable but the
young woman's eyes. Those times when she was able to open them, there
held a plea that Garil felt was directed to him. Please, finish with
"Shut the engines
down, Garil, if you don't want something worse done to the girl."
Worse? he thought,
unable to break the paralysis he was on. Nothing can be worse than
what they are doing to her, oh, please...
He was wrong. Everybody
on the bridge was holding a tense silence, broken only by the screams
that came from the holoprojectors. Some of those officers who could see
the images from their seats turned their heads away. Captain Collins,
who had stood at his right until that moment, was now covering his ears
with his hands, his previous composure definitely broken. Lieutenant Deeggo
was looking at the Admiral waiting for instructions, but he didn't give
any. The countdown was progressing and the Rodian raised a finger, indicating
only a minute for the jump. Garil seemed not to see it. There were tears
trying to escape from his eyes, but they appeared to be frozen as the
rest of the old man's body. Is this never going to end? Garil
had never seen such an indignity, such a cruelty. In some way, this was
even more horrible for him that when he learned that the Empire had destroyed
Alderaan. This act of depravity committed on a single person seemed even
more evil, more unbearable. He had never felt so powerless in all his
life. Desperation become wrath that ran throughout his body like burning
lava from a volcano, fed on all the hate that a human body could contain.
Suddenly all that fury reached a limit and the invisible ties that seemed
to be restrain him broke all at once.
"FREE HER, YOU
BASTARDS!" he roared. Only his eyes had changed, but they looked
like the center of a storm. "FREE HER, SON OF A BITCH!" None
of the men at his command had never heard him use this kind of language,
and if his terrible expression was not enough, this told them how out
of himself the Admiral was. If he had ordered to stop the ship in that
moment, they would have obeyed. But he didn't. His face had turned red,
with the veins clearly visible on his neck.
"I'm being informed
that your ship is powering for a jump, Garil! Stop now, or it will be
The third stormtrooper
was sustaining a laser knife before the almost unconscious woman's eyes.
When she noticed the deadly blade centimeters from her eyes she made a
last struggle to pull away from it, but the other two stormtroopers didn't
give her a chance.
No, no, no, no....
The Admiral had his eyes fixed on the woman's face. "No, no, no...."
Garil didn't notice that he had begun to say it loudly.
"Stop now, Garil!
I won't say it again!"
"NO, NO, NO...."
sir!" Lieutenant Deeggo shouted, because he was sure that the Admiral
was not going to see his gestures. The Imperial Commander heard it too
and hit his hand with his fist. Captain Veedar interpreted that as an
order and nodded to the stormtrooper, who was waiting for instructions.
The knife descended. The woman's scream overloaded the comm-link's capacity.
Garil had been holding a remote control all the time in his hand. He pressed
the button that would activate Gaudeamus' self-destruct. Two new
assault transports had docked with the ship in the last few minutes, when
the Imperials had judged it was safe. Three of the Corvettes were very
close too. Garil knew that one of them had part of the prisoners on board.
All those ships were reached by the huge explosion in the same moment
that Trailblazer started to accelerate before its jump. In the last second
before the transmission cut off he saw Horax' and Veedar's expressions
of incredulity. The stormtroopers released their grip on the young Lieutenant's
arms and her tortured body fell to the floor like a broken puppet.
Garil kept staring
at the point where the hologram had been. The remote control fell from
his hand, and the sound that it made when it crashed on the floor could
be heard throughout the bridge. All the crewmen were looking in silence
at the Admiral, his faces showing the horror caused by what all of them
had seen, but in most of them there was also fury. Captain Collins was
crying like a child, but these were tears of rage. Several minutes passed
before Garil made a single movement, his grey eyes burning in an expressionless
"Has that Corvette
been identified?" he asked at last in a very low tone. Only his lips
moved slightly, the rest of his body kept tense while his eyes were lost
in a point in front of him. His assistant took some seconds before replying.
Its name was Harrier."
"Did it survive
the explosion?" he asked in the same monotone.
Again at least two
minutes passed before he said anything more. "I want to know
all the places where that Corvette can go for refuelling from here to
Coruscant. If there is a possibility of intercepting them, no matter how
small it is, we will take it." The words came out slowly, coldly,
as if the man who was pronouncing them was already dead. He felt
that his soul had died already. A desire for vengeance burned him like
a giant bonfire, filling every word he said with hate such as he had never
known. Something had broken forever inside of him. The Empire would regret
what they had done.
"We will destroy
every Imperial platform, every base, every convoy, every inhabited place
we find with the Imperial flag on it. They won't have a place to rest,
not a hole to hide in all the Galaxy. I don't mind if this leads to my
own death. If somebody doesn't want to come with me, I'll leave him in
the next place we see, or in what remains of it when we finish with it."
He moved at last and looked at the crewmen present on the bridge. None
of them said anything, like an oath without words. They would follow him.
Even to hell.
he repeated now, looking at the motionless transports. Nobody would keep
him from doing what he had come to do. Neither the Empire, nor the New
Collins asked. Admiral Garil wondered how much time he had been absorbed
by his memories, but it couldn't have been more than some seconds, and
it had happened before. His assistant was waiting for his instructions
about the transports.
he said laconically.
near Joan d'Arc's location]
"Have you found
anything, Tzad?" Flight Officer Charbel "Solo" Tengroth
asked using the intercom. He had checked the navigational data at least
a dozen of times. Their position was correct, but his A-Wing's sensors
had still caught no trace of what they were looking for.
Flight Officer Daniel "Tzadkiel" Steinberg answered. Their on-board
computers had been fed with the data about the traces Ledner, Drake's
R2 unit, had identified as a Nebulon B hyperengine's radiation pattern,
but after two hours of unproductive searching the two pilots were starting
to think they were going to return empty-handed.
"I hope that
little droid hasn't been playing with us. I'd hate to be here looking
for nothing when our comrades are fighting elsewhere..."
"Yes, I know
how you feel, it's the same over here." Tzadkiel didn't mention that
his own brother, Torpedo, was one of the pilots participating in the attack
against the Imperial station - just cursed under his breath and took another
look at his screens. The search routine was working, but it hadn't produced
any results so far.
He switched to the
wide area scan one more time, as he had been doing every minute
since they left the Joan d'Arc. Even so, it took a few seconds
before he realized that there was a weak signal timidly blinking near
the upper right corner. "Hey, Solo, look and see if you've got something
in the wide scan..."
"Have you found
them?" Solo exclaimed more than asked.
"No, it's something
else. It may be just debris, but..."
"...It has a
trace of heat on it, yes, now I can see it."
with further discussion, both pilots pushed their throttle forward and
launched their fighters towards the dying signal. When they were close
enough their computers started to emit more accurate reports, but soon
after that their eyes were enough to confirm them.
"Oh, boy... Can
you see any escape pod, Solo?"
The pilot's voice showed he was not happy with what he was seeing. "But
my computer says it has found that hyperdrive pattern..."
"Let me see...
Yes, I've got it, too. It matches up to 98 percent." Tzadkiel sighed
and activated the long range comms. "Joan d'Arc, this is T-Five.
We have a positive identification, I repeat, positive identification."
[Space around Imperial
Foxfire jumped as
her comm-link chimed shrilly, a note signalling a transmission from the
Joan d'Arc. "Lt. Commander, we've got them," the comm officer
said in great satisfaction. "I'm downloading coordinates now - a
patrol sweep found traces, we fed them to that R2, and we've got the area
narrowed down to a clear location."
"Is that a fact,"
Foxfire said softly. The timing wasn't the best, with a significant number
of the squadron's pilots involved in this attack, but at least they had
a fix on the renegade admiral. And maybe they wouldn't need the whole
wing... She could hope, anyway.
She transferred some
coordinates of her own back to the d'Arc. "Lieutenant, would
you have Flight Officer Teel's X-Wing readied for launch? Tell him to
meet me at these coordinates. And let me talk to Captain Orris."
Actually, he's asking the same thing - here you go." Foxfire didn't
wait for Orris to start talking.
communications officer has told me that you have found the trace of Admiral
Garil's ships," she said quickly. "I think we could convince
the Admiral to cooperate with us."
"We have found
something more, Lieutenant Commander... What remains from at least three
cargo ships. No survivors."
"Do you think
"Yes. The junk
is still hot. This is very recent, and it's a clear indication that Admiral
Garil won't allow us to stop him. At least not peacefully."
"Sir, if we explain
to him we have chance to rescue the prisoners..." Foxfire was still
stunned by the news about the transports, but she refused to admit there
was nothing they could do.
"I think Flight
Officer Teel was of the same opinion," Captain Orris replied. "Our
security team caught him trying to take off with his X-Wing."
The kid has guts,
she thought. I'm not too sure about brains, but he's got guts.
"All right, then let him take off, and have him escorted to meet
me at these coordinates."
"I'm not sure
that's advisable. We'll need all pilots available if we have to
launch an attack."
has to be one or the other of us. And I'm a bit more expendable than you
are just at the moment." Foxfire glared at the comm-link, glad that
an A-Wing couldn't support visual communications. The look on her face
alone would probably get her bumped down a rank or two.
the Admiral's already proven himself to be a loose cannon. And I can't
spare an A-Wing pilot."
Foxfire muttered to herself, then raised her voice a little. "Sir,
if worst comes to worst, I can outrun anything they've got." She
omitted the fact that her A-Wing was not precisely in perfect condition
at the moment. "And if they let me land and talk to the Admiral,
then he's ours."
Orris was unimpressed
- she could tell that much even without benefit of visual comms. "Sorry,
Commander, but I'll need a more specific plan than 'land and talk' before
I'll consider authorizing this...venture...of yours."
Foxfire bit back an
irritated response about how the Captain planned to stop her, and took
a deep breath instead. "All right, my specific plan is to tell the
Admiral we've got a chance to rescue his people, and tell him we need
his help to do it. From what Teel's told me, I think he'll take the bait."
"I thought you
would never reach that point, Lieutenant Commander." Foxfire didn't
know what to say. The Captain had known all the time what she had in mind,
and apparently had about the same plan himself. Perhaps that is what
annoys Shok'wave so much, she thought with the beginning of a smile
on her lips.
"All right, Lieutenant
Commander," Orris said. "Teel will join you at the coordinates
you have just sent us, but there is something more."
"If you don't
have a positive answer in one hour, I'll order plan B. I'm sure
you can figure out what that will be."
[Twenty five minutes
later, onboard renegade Frigate Trailblazer]
Nathan Garil was gazing
at space beyond the viewscreen, focusing on nothing in particular and
wondering how long he had before the Empire dragged him down. At least
he could avenge the Lieutenant and the other prisoners before he...
Captain Collins moved a hand to catch his attention, standing uneasily
in front of him. "Admiral, there's two fighters on approach. Flight
Officer Teel's X-Wing and one unknown A-Wing."
Garil ran mentally
over the composition of the squadron the Alliance had sent after him -
B-Wings and A-Wings with a specialty in heavy assault. As battered as
his ships were, they couldn't last too long against Imperial or Alliance
forces. "They've found us. Have our batteries ready to shoot at them,
but don't open fire until I order it. I want to know what is important
enough to make Teel dare to return."
Foxfire tensed in
her cockpit, one hand hovering over the keys that would shunt power to
her engines. She and Teel were approaching at half-throttle with weapons
powered down, and it was making her more than a bit nervous. She knew
when she was approaching a hostile ship, even when it wasn't shooting
at her. In that same moment, her threat indicator started to blink...
Oh, shit, that's
definitely a hostile ship...
in on my channel, please. I may need you to help talk us into landing."
She keyed her comm to the Trailblazer's frequency, biting her lip uneasily.
"This is Lieutenant Commander Schroeder of White Squadron, requesting
permission to land."
There was a slightly
startled pause on the other side of the transmission. "Lieutenant
Commander, we're not - I haven't been-" The transmission went scratchy
and muffled as the landing officer called for a Commander Louyan. A moment
later the transmission cleared, with a different voice speaking.
"You ran out
once already, Teel," the man growled. "Should've stayed gone-"
have to talk to you." Foxfire cut across Louyan's beginning tirade
and the start of Teel's defense. "In person, if you please. This
Louyan's voice was tinged with sarcasm - and just a little curiosity.
"What is it you
I want to land, Commander."
There was a pause.
"Permission denied. At least until I hear your story. I'll think
about it after that."
Foxfire released her
ELS controls and crossed her fingers instead. "It's not a story,
it's a suggestion. We can give you a chance to get your prisoners back..."
"I won't let
them stop us," Garil said flatly. He had been listening to the conversation
between Louyan and that Schroeder since the first moment, and his impression
was that this woman was trying to buy some time to allow the rest of her
unit to get here. "Not after all this time - all these deaths. Captain,
what is the status of the starboard gunnery turrets?"
his first officer answered hesitantly.
Garil's fist clenched
slowly. To attack Alliance ships was not the end he would have chosen
for himself, but... A chance to get your prisoners back, the woman
"Wait a minute,
Collins. Comms. Officer, raise the volume!"
The man did as he had been ordered.
to decide fast." Lieutenant Commander Schroeder's voice was hear
high and clear on the bridge. "The Corvette can be diverted, but
it'll make it back to safety soon. We've got a little window we can sneak
through, but you're going to have to fight with us instead of against
The words seemed to
trigger something in Garil, though Captain Collins couldn't tell whether
it was rage or hope. Abruptly, he left his seat and headed for the nearest
ship is yours." The young captain started to answer, but the Admiral
was not there any more.
[Five minutes later,
Frigate Trailblazer's flight deck]
Foxfire turned abruptly
as the lift doors leading to the flight deck hissed open, a wiry, gray-haired
man striding through. He had enough energy to power a Cruiser on
his own, but Foxfire hadn't seen eyes that wounded since the destruction
of Alderaan. So that's who we've been looking for...
"Now say again
that about the prisoners," the Admiral ordered. Foxfire couldn't
help but feel the several blasters pointing at her back, and had to struggle
to appear unaffected. Teel couldn't do it. The young pilot looked nervously
around, but looked quickly down when his eyes met Commander Louyan's.
"We have taken
an Imperial comm station. half an hour ago" Foxfire explained very
slowly. "One of my pilots has managed to hack the communication software,
and we are able to send Corvette's Harrier group a set of jump coordinates
as if they were being sent from Coruscant or wherever we want." She
saw her words impact on the Admiral - just a split-second blink, but she
knew she had his attention. "We can divert those ships to a different
destination and try a rescue operation. Then we'll return to New Republic
Admiral Garil stared
at her. It was impossible to guess what was happening inside his head,
but Foxfire returned his look, resisting the urge to look away. She could
have cut the tension with a vibroblade.
"Follow me to
the bridge," the admiral said at last. "Commander Louyan, come
with us - but first put Flight Officer Teel under arrest."
"At once, sir."
Foxfire couldn't say if there was a slight trace of pleasure in Louyan's
voice. The young Lieutenant looked at her for an instant, as if he were
expecting Foxfire to say something to defend him, but she shook her head
slightly. If the Admiral decided to cooperate, neither of them had
anything to worry about - if not, both of them were dead.
The Admiral didn't
look backward as they started toward the bridge. Foxfire did, just
to find an armed soldier half a meter behind her with his sidearm ready.
She didn't doubt he would open fire if he received the order.
And I thought that
Orris was rude...
There were other people
on the bridge, but they appeared to be concentrated on their work. Nobody
had said a word since they left from the hangar, and the silence was starting
to be annoying. Or even scary. Foxfire was tempted to take the offensive,
but reminded herself that Garil wasn't - quite - the enemy.
to report to your ship." It was not a question, but she answered
Deeggo the frequency." A Rodian officer nodded in her direction when
the Admiral pronounced his name. "He will open a secured link for
you. I think Captain Orris should hear what we all have to say."
I don't remember mentioning Orris' name. The Admiral is well informed,
that's for sure.
The Joan d'Arc
was expecting this message. A minute later the hologram projector attached
to the communications console came to life and Captain Orris's image appeared
in front of the small assembly. The slightly transparent hologram was
smaller than the real image, presenting objects approximately at seventy
percent of its original size. Foxfire thought that in different circumstances,
she couldn't help but laugh seeing the Captain with the height of a kid,
but she couldn't find anything funny as serious as the actual situation
"It's a honor
to meet you, Admiral Garil." Orris said with a respectful nod.
I've heard a lot of you in the last ten years, so I guess the honor is
kind, Admiral." Orris replied, somehow impressed.
"Enough of formalities.
Lieutenant Commander Schroeder affirms that you could be in the situation
of helping us to rescue our prisoners."
We're now in direct communication with our men on board that Imperial
station. I'm told that they have solved all the technical problems. But
the Imperial crew called for help when they realized they were about to
be boarded, so we have no time to lose. We have estimated that we have
maybe fifty minutes from now to make the operation. If you agree, of course."
"What would be
divert the Imperial convoy to a place near to our present location and
ambush them there. We would be two fully armed Frigates, two Corvettes
and several fighter squadrons. Do you have any information about the composition
of the convoy?"
"We have been
hounding them for the last weeks, and I sincerely doubt they have been
able to receive any reinforcementså" There was a prolonged silence.
Foxfire realised that Garil was provoking Orris, challenging him to condemn
what he had being doing, but Joan d'Arc's Captain ignored what was hidden
behind that sentence and he simply waited for the Admiral to continue.
Garil was staring at the other man eye to eye, as if with his look alone
he could penetrate through the hologram and reach the Captain's mind,
to guess if he was really offering help, or if all this was just a masquerade
to capture him and his men. Orris didn't even blink, accepting the silent
scrutiny he was being subjected to. Finally, there was an almost imperceptible
change. The Admiral's expression was the same, still looking at Captain
Orris, but the coldness in his eyes seemed to disappear slowly. When he
spoke again, his voice showed no trace of his previous defiance, it was
the voice of someone who is talking to an ally, if not a friend. Foxfire
barely kept herself from sighing in relief.
A Frigates and the Corvette. That's all," he said. "Their fighter
complement suffered serious losses during our last encounter. I calculate
two full squadrons, TIE Fighters and Interceptors. No more than thirty
fighters at any case. Of course, we can't be absolutely sure that they
had not received any reinforcements. This is a supposition based on the
fact we hadn't found any trace of a bigger fleet during our raids, although
this doesn't mean that fleet doesn't exist." There wasn't any remark
on the word raids, although Foxfire couldn't repress a shiver.
He had noticed it, she thought, I'm not as good as Orris at
hiding my thought. The Joan d'Arc's Captain just nodded,
considering only the practical side of the information.
"Well, if you're
right we can overpower them," Orris said, with a very slight trace
of enthusiasm in his voice. The Captain was starting to believe there
could be a happy end to what had seemed nothing but disaster only an hour
"It would be
wonderful if they took the bait, Captain. but you know and I know that
the Imperials are not so stupid as to not check the coordinates they receive.
Any spot out of, let's say, an sphere of fifty or sixty klicks around
Muldron's base would be considered as suspicious, and they would call
for confirmation. That would be the end of our plan."
Admiral, but If we make this so close to their base, they can call for
reinforcements, and they will have them before we can rescue your people."
The words seemed to keep floating on the air, killing the small hope they
had started to consider. Admiral Garil's eyes narrowed for an instant,
as if he was considering new possibilities in his mind, something that
could make an exit for this dead street.
those reinforcements have something more urgent to attend to."
Suddenly, the coldness was still there, as if the Admiral's eyes were
made of pure ice. Actually, she had never seen a look as cold as Garil's.
Captain Orris understood what Garil had in mind and horror flickered in
his eyes for an instant. Foxfire understood too. The Admiral didn't wait
for any answer. His voice was full of determination when he spoke, his
tone showing he wouldn't accept any argument.
"How much time
would you need to take the Joan d'Arc here? I think you could host
part of my crew in your ship, if you don't mind..."
[Inside the Imperial
Captain Orris' voice came through the headphones installed in his helmet.
"we are sending the set of coordinates your people must transmit
to Harrier's group. Do it and get out of there. Joan d'Arc out."
Moose heard a click, indicating Orris had broken the communication without
waiting for his acknowledgement. Things are going to happen very fast
now, he thought.
you should be receiving the coordinates right now."
"Yes, here I've
got them." The Iberyan pilot replied. "I'll mark them on the
started to say. There was no need to end the sentence. A blue spot started
to blink in the middle of the chart displayed in front of them. It almost
overlapped a bigger red dot, the one indicating Muldron's base location.
and blow away the console when you've finished." Moose ordered. "Transport,
this is Captain Gregory, be ready for take-off in a minute."
[Two hours later,
somewhere near the Imperial base]
The scanner showed
high to thirty green signals as Foxfire looked around. There was the whole
squadron, the Training Wing - Moose had reminded them by now at least
a dozen of times that "they weren't in the simulator any more"
- and what remained of Hornet, Cheetah and Amber Squadrons, all of them
commanded now by Commander Louyan. Behind them, the Joan d'Arc
was prepared for the short jump, all its weapons ready to open fire. Closing
the formation there were the two armoured transports, initially from the
Trailblazer, which would try the rescue operation.
If we can't do
it, I don't think it can be done, Foxfire thought.
She glanced around
one last time, marking the positions of the various fighter groups in
her mind. The pilots were all holding a clean formation - even Commander
Louyan's people, who were worn to shadows. She only hoped they could maintain
that precision - this close to the Core, there was nowhere to fall back
to if things went wrong. She hated playing double or nothing...
Shaking her head,
she forced away the nagging memory of the cold look on Nathan Garil's
face. The Admiral knew what he was getting into. And that was what scared
"White Two to all units, prepare for hyperspace jump. You know what
to do. And may the Force be with us all."
The two A-wing flights shot ahead into hyperspace, with Moose's wing of
bombers following closely behind. That was all Foxfire had time to see
before the starlines stretched out in front of her, but they'd been over
this strategy so many times that she could see it all in her mind's eye.
Louyan's X-wings were scattered throughout the engagement area to provide
fighter suppression and support White B-Wings in their attack on the capital
ships. Every one had received a full load of six proton torpedoes from
the Joan d'Arc's armoury. Admiral Garil had preferred to conserve
the Trailblazer's scarce reserves to use them in his own attack.
The reversion light on her console flickered, and Foxfire braced herself
as the fighter dropped out of hyperspace with a faint shudder. Her wing
and Vyper's peeled away in opposite directions, making room for the B-wings
that dropped in a moment behind them. The heavy bombers were actually
outdistancing the A-wings at the moment - Moose's group had a definite
goal in place, while the A-wings'g first task was to escort them in an
attack on the Harrier and the Frigates. With any luck, that assault would
go quickly enough that she could fire a couple of shots into the Corvette
itself. After what the Admiral had told her, she wasn't feeling particularly
well disposed to anybody aboard that ship. She glanced at her rear sensors,
but there was nothing there but the rest of her flight. Garil's ships
and the Imperial base were out of her sensor range, but probably not as
far as she would like right now. Synchronization was vital if they were
to have any chance to complete their mission. If Harrier's group delayed
and Admiral Garil's small force was destroyed, they would never have enough
time to rescue the prisoners before the reinforcements arrived, and even
that was riding on whether or not the Admiral's guess about Harrier's
escort was correct and the Corvette arrived only with the two expected
There was nothing
but silence in the detention block. None of the prisoners had any desire
to talk any more. After three weeks the conversations had been dying one
after another, and now everybody was absorbed in his own thoughts, or
just trying to sleep. The first days they had talked about the chances
of escape, but this remote hope didn't last too long. The reality was
that they were deep in Imperial space, very deep, judging by the time
they had been there, and there was nothing the New Republic could do to
rescue them in the short term. Even in the unlikely event they were able
to exit from the detention block and eliminate a whole platoon of stormtroopers,
unarmed as they were, and take control of the ship, Harrier's escorts
would vaporize the Corvette before letting them escape.
Captain Sera was leaning
back against one of the unpolluted white walls, with his eyes closed but
unable to actually rest. He couldn't help but feel he still had a responsibility
on his crew, although the Gaudeamus was now a cloud of spatial
debris somewhere behind them.
That had been the
worst day in his life. To abandon your ship was hard, but nothing compared
with what he had to suffer after that. Captain Sera had been forced to
watch while the stormtroopers tortured his adjutant, Lieutenant Shillis,
to convince Admiral Garil of giving up. He would have jumped on them,
even with his hands firmly bound at his back by the magnetic handcuffs,
if he hadn't known so painfully well that this was exactly what the Imperials
wanted him to do. He had closed his eyes as long as he could, before one
of the stormtroopers noticed it and hit him on his face with his carbine.
Though it had been good to see the Imperial Captain's face when the Admiral
made Gaudeamus explode practically under his nose. Veedar had turned
as white as the stormtoopers' armour. I wonder what he did to his pants,
he thought with an ironic smile. That had been the only moment when
Sera was able to do anything for his people, although he was not sure
how good that would be in the long run.
"It's mad, that
old fool is absolutely mad!" Veedar was exclaiming, completely out
of himself. "He killed his own people, destroying the ship like that!
Damn, we were still picking them up!" But Captain Sera understood
perfectly what had made the Admiral do it. Better to know his people were
dead than leave them to be tortured one after another, as poor Lieutenant
Shillis had been.
He'd been prepared
to be the next one, but Veedar seemed not to see him. The communication
with the rest of the ships had been momentarily interrupted, the Corvette's
antennas had been damaged by the expanding shock wave and the reparation
team would need at least half an hour to make some of them operational
again. The stormtroopers were just standing there, waiting for instructions,
including the two who were behind him, with their blasters touching his
back. Finally, one of the bridge's officers gathered enough courage to
interrupt his Captain's monologue.
you want to order the troops to, ah, finish the prisoner?" The man's
face was pale, almost sick, knowing he was stepping on the blood that
covered the floor around the murdered woman. Veedar seemed to notice it
too and he made a step back, looking stupidly from the floor to the official.
ah, yes... Take it out of here."
"At once, sir."
When one of the stormtroopers stooped to take the body from the floor,
he observed the standard procedure and put his hand on her neck first,
checking if there was some trace of life.
"She is still
alive, sir. Not for long." His tone was neutral, as if he were
reporting the temperature on the bridge. But Captain Sera spoke before
Veedar was able to reply.
"Don't kill her,
Captain. She is the explanation for the Admiral's behaviour..." That
interruption got him another blow from one of the stormtroopers, but his
words had caught Veedar's attention.
I want to hear what this trash has got to say. Well?"
Captain Sera met Veedar's
eyes and gave him the first lie he could invent, ignoring the blood flowing
from his upper lip. "His lover, she is his lover. You can believe
me, she is my assistant, so I was aware of it. The Admiral would do almost
anything for her except surrender." He left the obvious conclusion
- that the Lieutenant would be more useful to the Imperials alive than
dead - to Veedar.
Veedar stared at him
for a moment and then made a decision. "Take her to the medical
facilities and put her in a bacta tank. I'll ask Commander Horax what
to do with her when the communications have been restored. And put that
other Rebel with the rest."
That had been all.
He had been dragged to the detention block and he hadn't know anything
more about the woman's destiny, whether she had survived or not, or if
they had kept her alive after talking to the fleet's Commander. What
I don't understand is why they are taking this long to bring us wherever,
he thought not for the first time. We could be in the deepest planet of
the Core by now.
He felt for an instant
as his stomach had made a jump inside of him. Every experienced spacer
would recognize that sensation - they had dropped out of hyperspace. He
had lost count of their jumps some time ago. Well, maybe we have arrived
at last, wherever they are sending us.
He opened his eyes
and looked around. None of the other prisoners seemed to have noticed
it, although some of them were surely awake. He hated to see them like
that, so terribly depressed - even Sergeant Orindar, who had bothered
them with joke after joke the first days, before giving up and staying
as silent as the rest. The name of Lusyanka had been mentioned
more than once. Lusyanka was a mythical Imperial prison, one it was impossible
to escape from, a place where the prisoners were used for the Imperial
scientifics' experiments. Its real location still was a mystery for the
New Republic, and every effort to discover it had ended in failure. Since
the time of the Emperor Rebel spies had collected reports about prisoners
being sent there, but nobody had returned to talk about it. Rumours were
that Lusyanka was literally the Hell, created by the Emperor to bury his
enemies in life. Sera had heard those stories too, and although he knew
none of them could have been proven true, he couldn't help but feeling
scared, with the irrational fear most sentients feel towards the unknown.
He tried to sleep
to avoid thinking, but it was not easy.
A Frigate Thennef's bridge]
The navigation officer
checked their present position one more time, well aware that Commander
Horax was behind him and watching everything he was doing. They were supposed
to enter in realspace inside Muldron's base perimeter, but they were at
least sixty klicks from it. If it was proved that the error was his, he
would have a really bad time. He mentally crossed his fingers and pressed
a button on his console. Two pairs of coordinates appeared on the screen.
Identical. He was about to tell Commander Horax that they were exactly
where they had been ordered to be, but he never had the chance. One of
his partners exclaimed something and then the navigation officer was immediately
forgotten by the Captain.
"Sir, there are Rebel ships in front of us!"
"I see them,
at last I see them..." Commander Horax said with a grin, when the
bigger vessel was identified as a Nebulon-B Frigate. He had seen the two
sets of coordinates matching and he had been puzzled for a second, but
now everything made sense. He had been delaying the return trip as much
as he could, ever since he learned that the Rebel Admiral was trying to
intercept them. Everybody seemed to be mad about him there in Coruscant,
because the Rebel was attacking everything in his way and nobody appeared
to know how to find him, much less stop him. Horax had known all the time
what the Rebel was looking for, and he had requested permission to allow
him to find it several times, but the answer had been always a negative.
"Follow your flight plan to Muldron". That was all he
had heard every time, for all his trying. What the Imperial Captain desired
the most was an opportunity to deal again with Garil on his own, and with
that thought in his mind he had used the Admiral's attacks as an excuse
not to choose a direct route to their destination, and to not rendezvous
with any reinforcement force. Besides, if he had rendezvoused with another
force, he would have lost the command of the mission to somebody with
a higher rank. Just when he thought that he would never have the
chance to meet Garil again face to face, he was being given an opportunity
to finish his job. Someone in the Imperial Intelligence must have finally
understood what Horax had been repeating all the time about Garil's motivations,
and they were trying to trap the Rebel Admiral offering him a last chance
to rescue his people. And he had taken the bait...
Now you'll see
what this Commander can do with a Rebel Scum, Admiral or not.
Whoever had designed
this plan would expect him to ask for reinforcements, but he didn't need
them. His superiority, numerically and otherwise, over the Rebel forces
was more than enough, and that would be what he would write in his report
when everything finished. Horax smiled in anticipation, but when he took
a look at the first readings appearing on the tactical screen the smile
"Where in the
hell has Garil gotten all those fighters from? There are just too many
B-Wings, and A-Wings!!??"
is not Garil, at least the readings we are taking don't match with the
ones we had from his Frigate..."
"Launch all our
squadrons right now! And I want a positive identification of the Frigate
The man obeyed, retransmitting his orders to the TIE squadron's leaders.
"Should I call Muldron for reinforcements?"
"Only when and
if I order you to do so, Lieutenant." Horax replied coldly. He didn't
know what was happening, but he didn't want some arrogant guy in a Star
Destroyer coming here to do his job. Not if he wanted to have his own
"Are you sure
this is a good idea, sir?" Captain Kaban, his Second in Command on
board the Thennef approached him. He was a grey officer, one of those
who expected to keep climbing the ranks, just avoiding the risks and fighting
as little as he could. Horax didn't look at him to reply.
"Of course I
to reversion to realspace." Lieutenant Deeggo informed.
"Very well, Lieutenant."
Admiral Garil replied. "Shields and weapons status?"
"Shields at full
charge. Cyclops is ready to open fire at your request."
Ackbar always wanted an opportunity to test that program in real conditions.
Too bad he is not here to see it."
"I don't think
he would like to be given that chance, sir."
Admiral Garil smiled
at the sarcasm. "No, I suppose he wouldn't... One more thing before
the combat, Lieutenant."
"It has been
a privilege to have you in my crew. Thank you very much."
The Rodians' facial
expression was almost indistinguishable for humans, but Garil thought
he had detected a slight trace of Lieutenant Deeggo's emotions when he
sir. The privilege has been mine."
The Rodian was one
of the few people who had remained with him. Garil had needed to order
the rest of his bridge officers to leave - twice in some cases - and in
the case of his Second Officer, Captain Collins, he had to threaten him
with being court-martialled. You will understand when you get older,
Collins, I just couldn't do this to someone so young. Only Commander
Louyan didn't ask for explanations, although the Admiral didn't have the
slightest doubt about his real feelings. He would have liked to have a
private talk with him, probably his oldest living friend, but there
was no time for that. At least you will have a chance to see the end
of this, Ilych. And you, Deeggo, if you weren't the best navigation officer
I've ever had, you wouldn't be here right now. Many Rodians have a natural
instinct for hunt. Others have used it to become bounty hunters but you
decided to join the Alliance instead... The Admiral shook his head.
He would have preferred to do this on his own, but it was physically impossible.
From the several hundred people which usually composed a Nebulon B Frigate's
crew, if you take out the fighter pilots, the squadrons' technicians,
the troops, the medical team, all the auxiliary personnel, whose mission
was to keep the whole crew alive and reasonably comfortable, and even
the gunners, whose work would be realized by Cyclops, an artificial
intelligence program, still under development, you could manage a ship
of these dimensions with a very reduced crew. But some people were
indispensable. A couple of engineers taking care of the engines and the
shields, someone to supervise Cyclops' performance and the rest
of the computer systems, and someone to help the Captain pilot the vessel.
There were a dozen of people onboard the Trailblazer, and three
persons on board every Corvette. Garil knew that all of them were going
to die, nobody could avoid that, and he hated to drag these loyal and
courageous beings with him. That was the only thought that made him doubt
when this plan had shown up in his mind, while he talked with the pilot
from White Squadron.
During all the discussions
and plans she had kept staring at him, with a silent question in her eyes.
Why? Why had he attacked all those convoys and supply stations, killing
everyone aboard? His only answer had been to activate the holoprojector
and showing her what had been the beginning of everything. He had kept
an eye on her the whole time while she watched the recording in silence.
He didn't need to look at the projector, every detail of the terrible
scene was impressed in his mind with more clarity than any machine could
produce. That woman had watched everything without blinking and without
saying a single word, but he had saw her paling with her hands firmly
clenched on her chair's arms. When the image turned out, there was a tear
trying to escape from her eyes, but she didn't allow it. She'd seen much
suffering in her life, Garil had realized that while he looked at her,
waiting for some comment, although her expression showed that this was
beyond her own experience. When she finally looked at him, there was understanding
in her eyes, but the question was still there.
He had wondered the
same thing many times during the last three weeks, but in that moment
he had tried desperately to obtain an answer. Part of him tried to argue
that everything had been for the prisoners, but the Admiral knew this
was not entirely true. He had lost the hope of rescuing them after the
first week, and he had only recovered it when Lieutenant Commander Schroeder
told him they had a chance to intercept Harrier's group. Why the
Imperials had not reached their destination yet, that was a mystery. Even
with his struggling to prevent them from docking anywhere or receive any
supplies, he had never know where exactly they were, and the Imperial
convoy could have rendezvoused with a bigger fleet at any moment. They
hadn't found any trace of that fleet, although it was obvious the Imperials
were sweeping the galaxy looking for him. In the worst of cases the Harrier
should have been in Muldron a week ago.
But the reason for
this strange delay didn't matter now. The only important thing was that
now they had a chance to rescue his people, at least those who survived
the battle and Gaudeamus' explosion. But two hours ago, he didn't
know anything about that, and nevertheless he had ordered to shoot against
a disarmed civilian convoy.
It was vengeance,
nothing but vengeance, and years of hate and frustration, seeing how the
Empire committed one crime after another, without him being able to do
anything to prevent it. He had been out of his mind since the moment when
he had to look at that woman being tortured and murdered. Lieutenant Shillis
was her name, he would never be able to forget it, although he had forgotten
most of the names of the people he had seen die during his life. Lieutenant
Shillis. He had checked the database and had obtained all the information
the New Republic had about her. Her first name was Cleo. That name had
haunted him all this time, wondering what her life could have been if
the Empire had never existed. Rage grew inside of him every time these
thoughts invaded him, feeding the fire of his own madness. Madness, at
last he accepted it. He had been more than a little mad, allowing hate
to turn him into what he detested the most, in a monster as evil as the
Imperials he had been fighting a half of his life. When he thought of
Cleo, as he sometimes allowed himself to call her, he couldn't help but
imagining her relatives and friends mourning her, and the mere idea was
enough to make him feel sick, feel an even bigger desire to kill. But
he had caused the same kind of pain to more families than he could even
think of. Realizing that had been terrible, a hammer hitting what remained
of his conscience, and he would have killed himself in that same moment
if he hadn't had a mission to accomplish, the only one that had any sense:
to help to rescue his men.
Still, he regretted
being unable to do it on his own, completely alone. The officers who where
about to share this last combat with him were all volunteers, including
the Corvettes' Captains, who were piloting their ships themselves. A crude
and ironic thought crossed through his mind, when the stars appeared again
in front of him as the Trailblazer exited from hyperspace, with
the Imperial base exactly in the middle of the view screen. He was going
to risk the lives of many people, and at least the ones on board the Trailblazer
and the Corvettes would certainly die, to rescue no more than twenty or
thirty people. But there was nothing else he could do now. He wouldn't
return and be court-martialled for war crimes. His life couldn't finish
like that. His whole mind rejected violently the mere thought, threatening
to bring the insanity back again. There was no way back for him, only
forward, and at least he and his last loyal officers would find their
destiny fighting against the real enemy. The hate was still there, but
this time he would use it for something good.
inform me about the Imperial activity."
"They are starting
to launch fighters, sir, and the base's batteries are locking on us, but
they are being hindered by the ships on the docks. There are two capital
ships, a Victory Class and an Imperial Class Star Destroyers. The readings
indicate that they are initiating the maneuvers to abandon the docks."
"Yes, I see them.
What about the screen ships?"
"I've got two
Imperial Class Star Destroyers and a total amount of... twelve Corvettes
patrolling the sector. There are three Carrack Cruisers, too. We have
surprised them, exactly as you predicted." There was a note of admiration
in the Rodian's voice. "They are turning in this direction, probably
called back by the base's Commander."
His expert eyes watched the general map of the situation, placing all
the ships and installations, while his mind considered several alternatives
of action in seconds. Their goal was to delay the Imperials as long as
possible, keeping them busy enough as to not attend the calls for help
they undoubtedly would receive from Harrier's group. He smiled slightly
when he found what he was looking for.
and Tideria, provide us cover from the first wave of fighters and
attack the nearest section of the docks. Lieutenant Deeggo, let's see
if we can give that Victory Class' Captain the worst departure maneuver
of his entire life."
[Space around the
Imperial task force]
Tzadkiel's voice crackled sharply over her comm just as she saw distant
forms decelerating from hyperspace. Right on schedule... She double-clicked
her mike in acknowledgement and switched to a secure transmission to the
Joan. "Captain, they're here. Ready when you are." Without
waiting for a response, she switched frequencies. "All right, guys,
this is it, let's go!"
follow me." Moose ordered. "It's your turn, Torpedo."
Moose's voice sounded
in Torpedo's headphones. He and Sparks had the critical mission to launch
a first salvo of torpedoes against the Corvette carrying the prisoners,
while the rest of the Squadron attacked the Frigates to divert their attention.
When the Imperial ship's shields fell they should disable it before the
Nebulon A Frigates or their fighter complement had time to protect it.
To do so they would have to fly between the two capital ships and under
the fire from the Corvette. A very dangerous pass if he had ever made
one, but he had designed this tactic and he wanted to be the first one
taking the risks. Moose had understood that and had allowed him to do
it. Torpedo hoped he'd still feel grateful a minute later. The two B-Wings
abandoned the formation, escorted by a flight of four A-Wings from Vyper's
group, led by Ibero.
Captain." Torpedo acknowledged. "Sparks, launch yours on my
"I'm ready, mate. Let's do it." Sparks had lock tone since ten
seconds before, but he knew that Torpedo wanted to do it closer, to reduce
the Corvette's chances to evade the warheads or to shoot down any of them.
They were now at only three klicks from their target, and the Imperial
fighters were almost over them. Come on, Torpedo, we don't need to
shove them out the launch tube with our hands... He had a finger on
the trigger waiting for his flight leader's signal. When he heard it a
squeeze was enough to send the two torpedoes towards his target.
"There they go!" His two warheads followed Torpedo's closely.
Sparks moved his finger out of the trigger as if it burned. If by accident
someone launched another pair of torpedoes at the Corvette, the ship's
hull would collapse and kill everybody inside of it. He had seen it before.
The pilot selected the ion cannons and prepared himself for a very thrilling
pass, to say the least.
Captain Sera was about
to ask Sergeant Orindar for another joke - it had to be better than this
silence - but he was interrupted by two almost simultaneous impacts on
the ship. He felt launched on the floor by an invisible hand. His experience
on the Rebel Alliance had been long enough as to recognize immediately
the only thing that could cause that kind of impact.
He exclaimed. Before he was able to stand up two new hits left the entire
ship trembling like a willow. The lights flickered for an instant.
the ship!" He didn't see who said it, but it was a fairly obvious
conclusion. The ship maneuvered so hard that they could feel the turn
even with the artificial gravity. There were no windows in the detention
block, so they couldn't see what was going on. But something was happening
out there, that was for sure.
your feet!" he ordered. "If we're going to have a chance to
do something for ourselves, it'll be in the next few minutes..."
The looks of his men were on him. Looks of anxiety and expectation, but
looks of hope, too, for the first time since they were captured.
[In the battle]
Ibero targeted the
closest TIE Fighter attacking the two B-Wings. The Imperial pilot was
concentrating so completely on his target that he never had a chance to
escape. Torpedo and Sparks were firing on the Corvette and receiving a
lot of hits in return. Only the heavy B-Wing shields were keeping them
from being destroyed, although even those shields couldn't take too much
more. Shortly before, the two Frigates had been shooting at them as well,
but Moose's group had given them something more immediate to worry about.
Ibero took a short glance to port, beyond Arachnoid's fighter, and he
saw a dark shadow falling on the nearest Imperial Frigate.
The Joan d'Arc
had joined the fight.
"All the energy to the forward shields!" Captain Orris ordered.
They were starting to receive fire from the Nebulon A covering Harrier's
right flank, but the other one was hindered by the Corvette and this first
Frigate. If he and Admiral Garil were right, the second ship would maneuver
over the other two vessels to take a position where they could shoot at
the Joan d'Arc. That would leave the Corvette's bottom and part
of the left flank uncovered, allowing the two armoured transports to approach
it. Up till now the tactic was perfect. What none of them had mentioned
was that an Imperial Nebulon A, with its twin forward sections, practically
doubled the Joan d'Arc's fire power, and if there were two of them
the odds were clearly against them. Only Captain Gregory's B-Wings could
make a difference, but in the best of cases the New Alliance Frigate couldn't
stand more than five minutes where it was.
other Frigate is climbing to take fire position!"
Good girl, Orris thought.
"Forget it. Concentrate the fire on the closest one. Rammes, I told
you all the energy to the forward shields!"
"I did it, sir."
The chief technician's voice came through the intercom. The man was terribly
good in his work, and he knew the Joan d'Arc better than anybody
else. He had been onboard this ship since its capture from the Imperials,
and he had even acted as emergency Captain during the Frigate's first
mission, but right now Orris needed the best from him.
"It's not enough,
Lieutenant! You can do better."
Orris moved his eyes
out of the shield indicators. He knew that if there was somebody able
to extract a bit more of energy from the ship's engines that was Lieutenant
Rammes. He turned to the officer attending the scanners.
"What about the
"I've got them,
sir. They are approaching Harrier as expected."
He didn't say anything more. Everybody knew what they had to do. Five
minutes, in that time they would have succeeded or failed, there was no
Suddenly all the lights
died, this time for good. The ship had been disabled. A couple of faint
emergency lights turned on, but the illumination they provided was very
"All right, let's
open this damned door." Captain Sera whispered. With the ship's main
engines out of order the magnetic locks wouldn't be working, and if they
pushed the door towards its niche hard enough, they might be able to open
it. Nevertheless, nobody could know what they would find at the other
side. Probably there would be at least a pair of stormtroopers guarding
the detention block's entrance. Sera was ready to take the first shot,
if it only gave his people a chance to overpower the guards and strike
back. But they couldn't just wait. If there was somebody out there trying
to rescue them, the Captain of this ship would order the troops to kill
the prisoners before anybody could reach them.
He clenched his teeth
and pushed with all his strength. Three of his men were helping him, including
a strong Trandoshan sergeant who had been one of Gaudeamus' gunners.
The door creaked open.
At last good luck!
he thought when he saw the two stormtroopers in front of him. One of them
had removed his helmet for a moment just before the ship was attacked.
Whether he wanted to breathe some fresh air or just scratch his nose,
Sera was grateful for it. The fact was that he must have hit his head
on a wall when the torpedoes hit the ship, falling unconscious to
the floor. His partner was attending him when the door opened. He turned
his head in that direction when he heard the noise, raising his assault
rifle towards the prisoners coming out, but Captain Sera kicked his head
in his best Academy ball-player style before he had a chance to shoot.
The weapon fell to the floor, followed by the stormtrooper. Sera couldn't
know if this soldier was the same who had hit him twice back on the bridge,
but he felt really good thinking so.
"Good kick, Captain,"
the Trandoshan said behind him.
"Thank you, Trosk.
Let's take their weapons. We are going to have company coming from this
corridor very soon!"
"Two of us could
take their armour and try to deceive their partners." A second officer
Ren, but I don't think we'll have time for that. They will be more useful
where they are."
He took a rifle and
flattened himself on the floor behind one of the fallen stormtroopers.
Other man imitated him, while the rest of the prisoners remained behind
the walls. There was nothing else they could use as a barricade, because
the only furniture in the detention block were the beds, and they couldn't
be removed from the walls. Sera aimed his weapon to the farthest end of
the corridor. Five seconds later the first stormtrooper appeared there.
Sera killed him with a direct shot to the chest. The officer at his right
did the same with the second one, but the next soldiers would be more
careful. They had to hide as best as they could behind the two fallen
guards when a laser burst passed at mere inches over their heads. They
returned fire, but this time they couldn't hit anybody. With only two
rifles the prisoners couldn't hold out there for long.
Now is when the
cavalry needs to show up...
Different ways to
win a medal and a coffin
Nathan Garil pressed
the button that launched the proton torpedoes, wincing as electrical discharches
from the weapons console snapped at his hands. The Trailblazer was
taking heavy damage from Imperial fire, but there was more than enough
fight left in her to finish the job. The warheads flew towards the Victory
Class Star Destroyer's engines. The Imperial ship was starting to abandon
the dock when the torpedoes impacted against its left rear quarter. Although
its shields managed to absorb the most of the energy of the explosion,
it was enough to seriously damage the left engine and an entire section
of thrusters. The ship's nose moved briskly to the right and collided
with the docks, while the rear side hit the structures on its left. Pieces
of debris fell over both Star Destroyers, although the bigger Imperial
Class received no lasting damage. But Admiral Garil's intention wasn't
to destroy any of them, just to make them hard to leave the dock, and
he had definitely gotten that. The Victory Class was materially boxed
between the destroyed sections of the docks, blocking the Imperial Class'
"Lieutenant Deeggo, dive and turn to port. Hunter, Tideria,
listen to me! Our best chance is to cover ourselves from the Destroyers
with the docks. We'll last longer against those batteries than against
the Destroyers' cannons. Keep shooting at the docks and at all those containers.
The more junk we can put in their path, the longer they'll take to get
out of there."
Both Captains acknowledged
his orders. They were now under attack from the base's fighters, and the
Star Destroyers were launching TIE Bombers as well. But the TIEs couldn't
approach them too closely, without crossing the line of fire from the
station's gunnery turrets. The three ships were covering each others and
shooting against the docks' installations at the same time. They had managed
to surprise the Imperials, but now that they had reacted it was only a
matter of time.
receiving new contacts," the Rodian officer informed him. "The
screen ships have been called back to defend the base. I've got another
Star Destroyer and three Carrack Cruisers."
have attracted all their attention. Prepare for our next movement."
[Space around Corvette
Drake pulled the joystick
hard to the left following Arachnoid's fighter as they passed near the
disabled Corvette. His scans gave him a complete reading of the Imperial
vessel status, confirming what the inactive cannons and engines suggested.
is Five. You two did it, the fish is frozen."
"Nice to hear
that. Could you cover us while we recharge our shields a few minutes?"
done," the young pilot replied. "Vanessa, are you still with
"Right on your
tail, fortunately for you." Ladyfox's voice sounded in his headphones.
"Didn't you see that TIE a second ago?"
"Ooops, no- Thanks!
I had only eyes for the one who almost fried Sparks."
"Yeah, I know,
I owe you one." As it happened, Sparks had seen perfectly well the
danger he was in, but he had kept on the Corvette, hoping one of his escorts
would do something with the fighters on his six. A less experienced pilot
would have broken in that same moment. Sparks hadn't.
"Open your eyes,
all of you." Ibero interrupted them. "The transports are here.
Three, this is Nine, are you copying this?"
Nine." Vyper answered. "Keep covering Torpedo and Sparks until
they join Moose's group. We'll take care of the transports."
leader." The two B-Wings and the four A-Wings started to move away
from the disabled Corvette, momentary free of the Imperial fighters, which
were now being engaged by the rest of Vyper's group and some of Amber's
X-Wings. The two transports were approaching Harrier covered from
the Imperial frigates, but they wouldn't be unaware for too long.
A Frigate Thennef's bridge]
have detected two armored transports approaching Harrier. We can't
communicate with Captain Veedar, his ship has been disabled."
those transports are docked their friends won't run away. Order our fighters
to keep away from the transports until I tell them otherwise."
got more fighters than us," Captain Kaban said in a low voice beside
him. "We are taking torpedo hits-"
"Shut up, Kaban!"
Horax replied harshly, although he kept his voice down to avoid being
heard by the rest of the people on the bridge. "I'm not going to
discuss this with you, so try to keep your panic controlled or leave the
bridge." Kaban flushed, but he held back his first impulse to reply
to Horax in the same tone. Captain Horax was his superior officer, and
you didn't make a career in the Imperial Navy insulting higher officers,
no matter what they said.
"All right, Horax,
I wasn't suggesting retreat-" he started to say, trying to settle
"Enough of this,
Kaban." Horax interrupted his Second Officer. "And if you don't
want to get arrested, call me sir or Captain when you're talking to me.
Can you understand this, Kaban?"
"Of course, sir,"
he replied, even more embarrased. "It will never happen again."
Horax didn't answer,
turning his attention to the combat instead.He was a bit concerned about
the Rebel fighters, though he would admit that to no one but himself.
"Hang on, we're
about to start the docking maneuver," the transport pilot warned.
Nobody said anything.
From the co-pilot's seat, Captain Collins saw the Corvette Harrier
for the second time in his life, and a chill ran down his back. The other
transport, Nosey Two, was now at starboard, both ships almost touching
each other. They were supposed to dock together, but there was not too
much space to do that on a Corvette's hull. Collins almost jumped when
he felt a little blow right beside his seat, but the pilot didn't even
blink. Those guys are used to flying this close... His respect
for the tranport pilots increased considerably. He had been so eager to
be in this flight that he has offered himself as co-pilot for one of the
transports. If he was able to pilot a shuttle, an armoured transport couldn't
be that different, but he was beginning to see that the hard part was
not the flight itself.
He couldn't see the
Corvette for a second, and then he felt a new blow, this time exactly
beneath him. At his back, the commandoes' sergeant started to shout orders.
"No time to lose,
boys, so I want this done fast!" he roared. Collins realized there
was no need for the shouts. Every one of the boarding troops knew perfectly
well what he or she had to do. The pilot closed the door at their
back, and the Sergeant's voice couldn't be heard any more.
"There is always
the risk of losing internal pressure while they force their entrance to
the boarded ship," the pilot explained. "They have their
sealed armour, but we don't, sir."
Collins nodded. A
shrill noise at his back and beneath him startled him.
"That's the soldering
unit," the pilot said, anticipating his question. "You wouldn't
expect the Imperials were going to open the door, would you?" Before
he could reply, the man continued with his lecture. "No, of course
not. They have to make their own doors cutting the hull, attach the safety
ring to the transport lower hatch, and push the broken piece of hull inside.
Sometimes they trap a rookie stormtrooper under it, can you believe it?
And then, of course, they have to enter there shooting like devils. The
first losses always take place right at that moment..."
A TIE Fighter crossed
in front of them, no more than five meters from their viewscreen, closely
followed by an Amber X-Wing. Collins noticed then that the pilot's fingers
were firmly clenched on the flightstick, and that the engines were on.
"So how do you
manage to appear so calm, while it's obvious you're not?"
"What, you mean
while we're here without moving, attached to a ship where people are fighting,
looking at all those fighters flying around us, one of which might shoot
at us at any moment, and praying that none of the capital ships decide
to blow us apart?" Collins nodded "Talking, sir, how else. To
myself if I'm alone, or whoever is sharing this cockpit with me if there
is someone." The pilot looked at Collins and smiled nervously for
the first time. "Talking and talking. Have you noticed it?"
us, oh, shit, they're boarding us right now and that piece of a Gamorrean
pig of Horax is doing nothing to help us..." Captain Veedar muttered.
The Imperial officer was leaning against the main viewscreen, with his
knees over the control panel and his face literally smashed against
the transparsteel window, struggling to see the transports over them,
but he couldn't do it from there. "He is doing nothing, damn it,
we're just the bait, that's what we are, and who would care for the worm,
when the fish has caught it?"
That might not be
Admiral Garil's ship, but the readings they had obtained before being
disabled had confirmed that at least the X-Wings were his. If the commandoes
on those transports were aware of what had happened in this ship, and
he didn't doubt they were, the first blood they would be looking for would
be his. When he realized he wouldn't be able to see anything from there,
he turned to descend from the control panel. Then he surprised the rest
of the officers on the bridge looking at him in that ridiculous position,
and that turned the fear into rage.
"What are you
looking at, eh?" Of course, no one replied. Veedar jumped to the
deck, almost falling when he collided with one of the seats. He looked
around, looking for the two stormtroopers who used to be permanently on
the bridge, but he couldn't see any of them. "Where are the troops?"
"It seems that
the prisoners are trying to escape." One of the lowest-ranking officers
started to explain, seeing that no one else was going to answer. "The
troops' command officer has called all of them to the detention
area, but now I suppose they'll have to face the Rebels up there."
are still out? Send a runner to the detention area and tell the
troops to kill all the prisoners before the boarders can reach them."
He spat. "All right, there is nothing else we can do. Take your weapons
and keep them trained on the main entrance. We'll have to defend ourselves
until help arrives!"
If it ever does...
he added mentally.
Captain Sera risked
raising his head over the fallen stormtrooper. His kick couldn't have
killed the soldier, but the shots from his partners at the other end of
the corridor had finished the job for sure. The blaster fire had ceased
suddenly a minute ago, just after all of them could hear the unmistakable
clang of a ship docking on the upper side of the hull. Now the sound of
laser bursts had started again, but beyond the corridor where they were
trapped. There was no place to go except forward, but that direction had
been full of stormtroopers until some moments ago. Now the only ones they
could see were those scattered on the floor at the end of the corridor.
There was no mean to know if there was someone more, just hidden at the
other side of the turn, but they couldn't stay there forever. His weapon's
energy was practically drained, and the one now held by the sturdy Trandoshan,
since the officer who had been using it was hit, couldn't be much better.
They wouldn't resist a second assault.
"It's time to
move." He whispered. He was about to check if the motionless man
besides him was alive, but Sergeant Trosk shook his head in an unmistakable
sign. Sera nodded and picked his way over the stormtroopers' bodies, gesturing
to Sergeant Trosk to follow him. They reached the other end of the corridor,
where three more stormtroopers laid, and took their weapons from the floor.
His first intention had been to jump to the opposite wall shooting, expecting
to surprise any stormtrooper who could be hidden behind the corner, but
the Trandoshan put a hand on his chest to keep him from moving. The tall
being carefully removed one of the stormtroopers' helmets and gestured
Sera to return to the other side of the corridor, where the rest of his
people were waiting. The Trandoshan moved back with him and when he considered
they were far enough he launched the helmet against the farthest wall.
Before it reached the floor a violent explosion disintegrated everything
around the corridor's corner, including the stormtroopers' corpses. The
shockwave knocked Sera off his balance, but the Trandoshan sergeant pulled
him up before he hit the floor.
"A mine with
a photo-cell," he explained. "The oldest booby trap after the
cord at ten centimeters from the floor. But it works ninety percent of
Trosk..." he said, brushing himself off. "How did you know that?"
"Not a big deal.
We put one at every corner back in Hoth."
"I see- It seems
you haven't spent your entire career on shipboard duty, have you?"
"No, you can
bet I haven't." The Trandoshan grinned, showing his sharp teeth.
"We can continue now. There won't be anybody on the other side."
The survivors of the
Gaudeamus abandoned the narrow room where they had been held for
three weeks. They could hear blaster fire, louder and closer than before,
and Sera wondered uneasily which side would actually make it to them.
More time, we need
more time! Garil thought, glancing at the onboard chronometer. Only
three minutes had passed since the begining of their attack. Both Corvettes,
Hunter and Tideria, had been destroyed by now, leaving a
cloud of flamed gases and debris as the only remnant of their crews. Trailblazer
itself couldn't take much more punishment. The shields had collapsed under
the fire of the dock's defences and the Imperial fighters. Now the bigger
enemy Star Destroyer was managing to move out of them, literally pushing
the Victory Class out of his way. He couldn't know how Orris and Louyan's
people were doing. They had agreed not to have any communication between
both groups; the longest the Imperials took to connect the two attacks,
the better. But they should have guessed already that this one was only
But what if they
hadn't? The Imperials rarely grasped the concept that someone
could risk his life to help others. The kind of thing Garil's remaining
crew were doing now would be just unthinkable for most of them. No,
the only thing you understand is how to torture innocent people, and those
who can't defend themselves- Behind him, Lieutenant Deeggo was constantly
checking if any ship was sent to hyperspace, but all the enemy vessels
seemed to be focused on Trailblazer. Perfect, that was what this
was all about. But they had to hold out at least another three minutes,
or there wouldn't be enough time for the rescue operation.
Carrack Cruisers are here, and the other Star Destroyer will have us in
range at any moment. We're starting to show hull damage." There was
no trace of nervousness in the officer's voice, he was only informing
about the facts. Garil thought that the Rodian must have ice in their
"Not to mention
the Star Destroyer that is coming now from the base..." Deeggo didn't
answer. He just kept staring at Garil with his dark eyes, knowing the
Admiral hadn't said his last word.
"Do you think
we could make them run a bit more before catching us?" Garil asked
in an almost casual tone.
"Not to the fighters
nor the Carrack Cruisers, but the Destroyers will have to force their
engines. Nevertheless, we won't last too much in a race towards space."
outer space, but towards the other side of the planet. As close to the
atmosphere as we can."
"That would delay
them a bit, sir," Deeggo answered. As he talked the Rodian moved
the thrusters levers forward to the maximum power, while changing the
Trailblazer's course. The wounded Frigate launched itself toward Muldron's
orange sphere, pursued by two dozens of TIE Fighters, a bunch of Bombers
and the three Carrack Cruisers. And two Star Destroyers behind them.
Two or three minutes is all we need," Garil muttered as if it was
[Space around Corvette
Granite muttered to himself. "Just great. Look at all those laser
turrets. Hmm...they'd shoot down torpedoes, and Foxfire will kill me if
I ram it..." He dodged a burst of turbolaser fire reflexively,
most of his mind occupied with the question of how to produce a really
big explosion if he couldn't launch torpedoes.
He was flying in Moose's group, which had the unenviable job of harassing
the enemy capital ships in an attempt to balance the unequal fight between
the two Nebulon A Frigates and the Joan d'Arc. His last readings showed
his mothership had its shields down to twenty percent, while the Imperial
ships had them around seventy percent. The only good news were that Foxfire's
and Louyan's groups were managing to keep the enemy fighters under control.
However, they had lost some people too. Amber Squadron was taking the
worst part, they were taking just too many risks. Granite was sure that
at least one or two White pilots had been forced to eject, too. He had
seen Grizzly's B-Wing become a ball of fire just in front of him, although
his squad-mate had abandoned it in the last moment. He wondered how Barris
was going to pick them up, as close as they were to the enemy ships. It
would be kind of ironic, to get captured during a rescue mission. He put
it out of his mind. To destroy those laser turrets without getting killed
himself was going to be quite enough to keep him busy.
With Hammer pacing
him, he swung aside and dove abruptly, trying to make things harder to
the Imperial gunners. "Hey, that hurts!" He exclaimed when he
couldn't avoid a near-direct hit, which took away another twenty percent
from his shields. "Wait until I can put a pair of torpedoes under
your seat!" the Caldanian pilot threatened the anonymous gunner
who had shot that last burst.
The report rippled down the line of B-wings, and Moose watched intently
as the salvo of blue proton torpedoes arced swiftly into the nearest Nebulon
A Frigate's hull. Some of them were destroyed before reaching their target,
but the rest impacted on a wide area around the hangar's section. He broke
away from the Frigate and took a look at his sensor readings. The Imperial
ships' shields were falling, but not far enough, not yet. They had to
press the attack and buy more time for the commandoes. He had a very good
idea of what the prisoners on board that Corvette had been going through,
and most of his thoughts were on them.
"All right, people, get some distance and make one more pass..."
A shout interrupted him.
Iceman warned. "Coming from one-oh-five!"
engage the Advanced!" Foxfire's order sounded in every pilot's headphones.
"Vyper, be ready for some company!" She heard the acknowledgements
while she swung her A-wing around to attack the newcomers. This is
starting to be too hot for my taste- she thought.
Commander Horax did
his best to hide his relief. That last salvo of torpedoes had made their
shield strength descend dangerously. Thennef had lost most of its fighters
and the Rebel B-Wings were starting to be a bigger problem than their
Frigate, which should withdraw soon or be destroyed. And now a squadron
of TIEs Advanced appeared from somewhere to save the day. But he hadn't
He turned to his Second
with a fierce look in his eyes.
"Did you call
for reinforments, Kaban?"
"No, sir, I've
been here all the time, beside you."
Horax noticed the
communications officer was turning to him.
is demanding to talk to you, sir." This was Frigate Saitell's Captain.
He must have made that call.
"All right, Lieutenant,
let's hear him." Horax waited until the officer confirmed the line
was open. "This is Commander Horax, I hear you, Captain."
"What were you
thinking about?" the angry voice demanded. "I thought you would
call for reinforcements!"
"So I am to understand
that it's you who has called for help?"
"Of course I
did! We did need that fighter coverage! Were you going to risk our ships
just to get all the credit? The Empire has lost what it has lost because
Commanders like you!"
"How you dare,
Jader? I'm commanding this convoy...!"
"I'm sorry, sir."
The communications officer apologized. "He's cut his end of the link."
Kaban's face didn't
show the smile he had in his mind, watching how his higher officer discharged
his fury hitting his armchair. It had worked again. If you were patient
enough, someone else would do the dirty work for you. Horax couldn't accuse
him of disobeying any order, but it was for sure that when Jader presented
his report, Horax was going to be in deep trouble. And he might
be the next captain of the Thennef.
The two stormtroopers
almost ran into them. Captain Sera and Sergeant Trosk shot at once and
the two soldiers fell to the floor without a sound. The Trandoshan caught
a movement at the next corridor out of the corner of his eye and immediately
launched himself to the floor, pushing Sera with him on the way. Sera
raised his eyes, trying to find out where the enemy was. All he could
see was a blaster cautiously showing behind the next open door. The armoured
arm that held it was not white, but dark blue.
"This is Captain
Sera, from New Republic Fleet!" he shouted.
"Nice to hear
you, sir!" a voice replied. "Have you seen two stormtroopers
coming in your direction?"
"Yes, but they
didn't see us."
A relieved laugh sounded
and then he saw two New Republic commandos coming out from their hiding
"Those were the
last ones in this section, sir. You and your men please follow me. We're
going to take you out of here."
I've never been so happy to see anybody in my whole life."
"I know, sir.
I hear that a lot."
Sera laughed and patted
the soldier's back. They had to cross through another corridor full of
corpses, most of them stormtroopers, but there were a pair of commandos,
too. He thanked them silently. When they reached the spot where the commandos
had entered into the ship, he could see that they were evacuating some
of their wounded comrades through the entrances open on the ceiling. An
armoured figure with Sergeant pips approached him.
"Glad to see
you, sir. I'm Sergeant Agueda. We'll help you on board the transports.
We must hurry - I don't know how much time we have, but it can't be much."
All right, we're going home!" he announced to the rest of his crew.
The tired prisoners started to pass through the openings, assisted by
the commandos. When all of them had disappeared beyond the ceiling, the
Trandoshan sergeant going last, Captain Sera approached the commandos'
"Have you checked
"No, sir. There
is where the last stormtroopers must be now. Is any of your people there?"
"Maybe. I have
"I'm sorry, sir,
but I was serious about having little time. I've just received a report
saying that the Imperials are receiving reinforcement fighters. And we
have two transports up here just waiting for some TIE pilot to take a
potshot." While he spoke, he kept his hand on Sera's back, urging
him to take the hands of the soldier at the other side of the opening,
who was ready to help him to climb.
"I can't leave
her behind." He said shaking his head. "I couldn't tell you
while my men were nearby, or they would have insisted on coming, but I
won't leave without one of my people."
the soldier in the hatch said. "The pilot said that we must take
off right now. There are enemy fighters in this area..."
"Oh, damn it..."
Sera couldn't see Sergeant Agueda's face, hidden behind his facial plate
and the mask, but he had no doubt that he was cursing in silence. "OK,
tell the other transport to take off, and if you're attacked leave too!"
"That was an
order, soldier! And don't forget to seal both security rings, or you'll
kill us when you leave!"
The soldier didn't say what was evident to all three of them. Sealing
the rings was well and good, but it would be useless if there was nobody
to pick them up later.
"All right, Captain,
you win. To the infirmary we go."
to get a medal for this, Sergeant," Captain Sera said.
"Oh, yes, my
mother will love it when they send her the damned thing."
are falling, sir!"
"So tell me the
good news, Lieutenant," Captain Orris said.
"One of the transports
is taking off..."
"One? What about
the other? No, don't tell me. Rammes, put everything you have straight
to the engines, we have to move fast or those two Frigates are going to
made a sandwitch from us!"
"Are we retreating,
sir?" The chief technician's voice came through the damaged communications
system with a tinny sound.
I say to retreat, Rammes? I said to accelerate, that's all. We have to
force them to move further from the Corvette." The enemy ships rolled
on the viewscreen while the Joan d'Arc maneuvered. Green bolts
were constantly shot from their laser turrets, and now every one was causing
damage on the unprotected hull. Admiral, Orris thought, I hope
this is worth the price we may pay for it.
The truth is
somewhere in the middle ...
[Space around Corvette
Vyper pushed the throttle
forward and launched his A-Wing after a flight of two TIEs Advanced. He
had been forced to divide his flight in two, to protect the transport
that had just taken off and the one still docked with the Corvette at
the same time. What are they waiting for? he thought as he switched
the weapon selector to the missile launchers. We can't cover them forever...
He squeezed the trigger as the lock tone sounded in his helmet, and his
two last warheads raced toward for the lead TIE. The Imperial pilot had
to break, launching a whole chaff load to avoid being destroyed, but his
wingman kept flying straight forward towards the docked transport. And
there wasn't anybody close enough to help it.
The TIE Advanced launched
two concussion missiles at the motionless ship. Vyper started to shoot
his lasers at the Imperial fighter, and he managed to force the other
pilot to abandon the attack, a second too late. Both missiles impacted
on the transport's hull, but when the gases liberated by the explosion
disappeared, the sturdy ship still was there. Its shields and its thick
armour could resist two concussion missiles, but two more warheads would
finish it off. Six TIE Advanced were in that area. Vyper's group wouldn't
be able to shoot down all of them before any of them shot those missiles.
"Nosey One, this
is White Three, you've got to move out of there!"
Three, I know. Two more like those and we'll be history! The commandoes
are going to seal the entrance right now...we still have people inside."
"I'm sorry for
them, but you can't be up there another second!"
"Cover us, here
"What are you
doing?" the pilot exclaimed. "Stay belted in, we're leaving!"
That was all Captain Collins said before entering the cargo compartment.
He took a blaster and dove through the hatch before none of the commandes
could do anything to avoid it - though some of them had seen this before
and didn't try particularly hard to stop him.
"Close that ring,
soldier!" the pilot shouted.
"No, our Captain
is in there!" Sergeant Trosk tried to rise from his seat, but one
of the commandoes put his weapon on his face.
too. I'm really sorry, Sergeant, but we're taking off." The man was
sweating intensely under his mask, looking at the Trandoshan's claws and
teeth, but the movement of the ship was enough to convince the alien there
was nothing else to do. He collapsed on his seat and leaned back against
the wall, his look lost on the ceiling. The soldier moved his blaster
out of him.
be able to return later-" he said, trying to soften the news. A fierce
glance from the Trandoshan made him change his mind.
Nosey One's pilot
looked at the Imperial Corvette as they moved away from it, slowly first,
and increasing the speed after turning towards the pre-arranged jump point's
coordinates. It was hard to leave people behind, but it was not the first
time he had seen that happening. In this kind of situations, there was
alway a Captain Collins sacrificing his life for nothing.
There goes another
hero, he thought, shaking his head.
this is Nosey One, we're leaving."
One. Our fighters will cover you. Did you recover all the prisoners?"
least one of them remained in the Corvette, with the commandos' sergeant
and Captain Collins"
Captain Orris looked
at the damage report on the screen in front of him. They had to
leave now or they would never do it. Besides Joan d'Arc's usual
crew, they had on board the people from Admiral Garil's ships.
There was only one decision he could make.
"This is Captain
Orris to all ships, withdraw, I repeat, withdraw from the combat area."
He kept in silence until the acknowledgements from the flight leaders
came through. "Captain Gregory, you and your people cover us while
we jump and then come through yourselves. White and Amber Leaders, protect
the transports and Anubis with all your ships until they reach
the jump point, and then retreat."
"All right, boys,
forget that Frigate and protect the Joan!" Moose ordered.
Almost all his group obeyed immediately. "Granite, I've said forget
that Frigate!" He ignored the angry collection of grunts that
came through the intercom.
"Vyper, take the rest of the squadron
and cover the transports." Foxfire said. "Hardrive and I will
stay with Anubis."
"Roger that, Avery, but tell Barris
to hurry up..."
"I'll do." She and Hardrive flew
around the shuttle, as Lieutenant Barris recovered the last ejected pilot.
There wouldn't be any more trips. If some pilot was shot down after this,
there wouldn't be anybody to save him or her. "All right, Barris,
let's get out of here."
"Sorry, White Leader, but I can't leave
while there is people to rescue."
"Have you lost your MIND, Barris?"
[Frigate Trailblazer's bridge]
The Trailblazer was fighting its last
battle, and the ship appeared to know it. Some captains firmly believed
their vessels had something like a soul, and often it seemed to be true.
That was the origin of the old tradition of the Captain who dies with
his vessel. You could hear hundreds of stories where a ship seemed to
have saved its crew's lives, as if it had its own will. If Garil had asked
Lieutenant Commander Schroeder, she would have sworn that her old Frigate,
the Mantiss, had waited to shut down until it had brought what
remained of its crew and Praying Mantis Squadron to safety. Admiral Garil
had heard many of those tales, and he had survived a couple of his own
during his long career. Now he had no problem understanding what his last
vessel was telling him, with its flickering lights, its metallic creaks
and its sluggish reactions to the controls.
The Trailblazer was dying.
Half of its engines had ceased working, and
while the remaining power was still enough to maneuver, there was no way
that the ship could outrun its pursuers, to say nothing of jumping to
hyperspace. The warheads launcher had been destroyed - just as well, considering
there were no more missiles to launch - and a great part of the laser
turrets were no more than junk, still more or less attached to the tortured
hull. The highest atmosphere layers of the dead planet of Muldron were
diffusing the Imperial weapons just slightly, but Garil knew he could
measure his time in seconds. Several breaches on the hull had killed already
most of the scarce crew, and now the only two survivors were the ones
occupying the bridge.
"Admiral, they've got us," Lieutenant
Deeggo said. "I'd expect the usual call ordering us to give up, but
I guess this time there won't be any."
"Not after what happened with the last
one," Garil answered from the console where he was seated. From there,
he was shooting with the last operative cannons on Trailblazer's
bow. The main computer had stopped working thirty seconds ago, and with
it the artificial intelligence called Cyclops. "Today they
are looking for our blood."
"Let's make it expensive, sir."
"Well spoken, Lieutenant!" the
Admiral replied proudly. "Turn towards that Cruiser, we'll see if
we can't take them with us."
"At once, sir!" The Rodian officer
wrestled the ship slowly in that direction, the shattered frame of the
frigate shuddering under the stress. The Carrack Cruiser they had
selected as their last target had lost what remained of its shields between
the entering into Muldron's atmosphere, and the "friendly" fire
from the Star Destroyer Abyss, now very close to them. Garil didn't
have the slightest hope of destroying it ship-to-ship, but Deeggo was
right. If they had to die, they had to do it fighting.
The moment has come. I only wish I knew what
is happening back there. There was no need for communications silence
any more, but they had lost their capability to transmit anything, and
probably to receive; Garil could hear nothing but static over the comm
systems. He looked sadly to the unoperative console. I
hate to die without knowing if we pulled the rescue off...
[Inside Corvette Harrier]
"Here they come, sir." the stormtrooper
whispered. "Just two."
"All right. Don't shoot until they enter.
No prisoners this time, I want them dead."
It was not easy to understand what they were
saying, because the stormtroopers' speakers were on their lowest volume,
but in the silence of the infirmary their whispers came to the woman's
ears, confirming she was not alone. Cautiously, Lieutenant Shillis
opened her eyes and saw them, hidden near the only door.
When she regained consciousness, some minutes
ago, she'd discovered she was not inside the bacta tank any more. She
had no way of knowing how much time she had been there, much less why
they had kept her alive, but those questions could wait. After days without
moving she felt clumsy, and it was hard to keep awake, her mind still
affected by the analgesic drugs, but she knew she had to stay alert to
help whoever was on the other side of that door. The enemy of my enemy...The
room was scarcely illuminated, something unusual, and that should indicate
the ship had some serious technical problem. Disabled, maybe... She forced
her arms and legs to move, turning until she was lying on her stomach.
She heard steps at the other side of the open door. I have to hurry.
The young woman struggled to descend from the floating stretcher she was
on, her eyes fixed on the Imperial soldiers, but they were concentrating
on the sounds from outside and none of them noticed she was moving.
A bit more, a bit more- Her foot touched the cold floor, giving
her the reference she needed. With a last effort she managed to abandon
the stretcher. Her knees gave way underneath her, but she caught the edge
of the stretcher before she could hit the floor and alert the stormtroopers.
On the other hand, a noise might not be so bad, if it managed to distract
the stormtroopers' attention at the right moment.
Then she noticed the panel behind her hand
- the motivator controls for the float stretcher. She struggled to read
the labels over every button, until she found what she was looking for.
She pressed the "unlock" button. Now she was able to move the
stretcher, and she turned it until it pointed towards two of the stormtroopers
hidden at the right side of the door. Then she pushed the "march"
button and the stretcher started to float smoothly forward. She flattened
herself on the floor and waited until the stretcher was about to reach
the soldiers, and then she shouted as hard as she could.
"WATCH OUT!" The words were almost
intelligible, after weeks of forced silence, but the effect was what she'd
wanted. The three soldiers looked in her direction at the same time the
stretcher impacted slowly against two of them. The stormtroopers opened
fire and dozens of laser bolts passed inches over her head, rebounding
in all directions. And suddenly they ceased. She felt arms holding her
and a known voice beside her.
"Shillis, you're alive!"
"Sssshhh, don't speak, we're going to
take you out of here."
"I don't want to discourage you, sir,"
Sergeant Agueda said, "but the transport's already gone."
"Don't give up while there is hope.
Five minutes ago all my crew were condemned and now they are flying home."
"All right, all right, you win again.
Let's get the stretcher, it will be easier to transport her."
They moved as fast as they could across the
same path they had followed in the opposite direction from the commandos'
entrance point. When they got there they only found the same corpses and
the two closed security rings on the ceiling.
"Don't say I didn't warn you-"
Sergeant Agueda started to say, when a laser burst forced them to launch
themselves to the floor. Sera dragged Lieutenant Shillis with him. Only
when they reached the floor did he notice he had been hit on his right
arm. Sergeant Agueda shot back in the direction the shots had came from,
but Sera couldn't help him. He had lost his weapon.
[Frigate Saitell's bridge]
"This is useless, Horax," Captain
Jader said angrily. "They are going to escape. If you had called
for reinforcements when you started, we would have caught them between
Through the main viewscreen, the figure of
the Rebel Frigate could be seen for an instant, illuminated by its own
engines in the moment of jumping to hyperspace and momentary safety. Captain
Horax didn't reply.
"There must be always some stupid glory
hunter, this has been the Empire's cancer since the beginning." Jader
cursed. "Let's see what Grand Admiral Thrawn thinks of all this-"
"Sir, a Rebel shuttle is docking with
"Move in that direction at top speed
and sweep them out of there! At least those ones won't go anywhere."
[Space around Corvette Harrier]
"Do you know what you're doing, Barris?"
Grizzly asked occupying the co-pilot's seat. He had been the last rescued
one. A total of seven pilots amongst White and Amber Squadrons had been
recovered by Joan d'Arc's search and rescue ship.
"My job, Flight Officer, just my job."
Shuttle Anubis' pilot answered. Around them, units from both squadrons
were trying to keep the enemy fighters away. "Although I prefer it
when the only job is recovering nav buoys.
"It doesn't matter. Make yourself useful
and take the laser cannons' controls. We're going to be very vulnerable
"Foxy, have you seen that Frigate turning
in this direction?" Hardrive asked in a casual tone. The more distant
Imperial ship was starting to turn too.
"Yeah, Nik, I kinda noticed. I
was just waiting for more good news." The rest of White Squadron
had jumped with the transports some moments ago. Only she and Hardrive
had stayed behind with what remained of Amber Squadron, fiercely engaging
the last handful of TIE Advanced. The fighters were close to evenly
matched, but they never would be able to stop those Frigates.
"White Leader, this is Amber Leader."
Commander Louyan's voice came through. "Run away with your shuttle.
We'll deal with the Frigates."
"But your fighters can't make it against
"You've done enough here, White Leader.
Those are our people, and if someone must die for them it'll be us."
"Great sentiment, Commander, but while
Anubis is docked here, we've got to stay."
"All right, but not a second later.
Amber Eight and Twelve, stay here under White Leader's command. The rest
of you follow me-"
Foxfire saw how seven X-Wings turned towards
the incoming Frigates, followed by part of the remaining TIE Advanced.
There were still some TIE Fighters and Interceptors covering the Imperial
capital ships, all of them moving forward now to engage Louyan's group,
but they wouldn't be the worst threat. The Nebulon-A's cannons would be.
[Inside Corvette Harrier]
Sera had put himself over Lieutenant Shillis'
unconscious body, trying to protect her from the laser bolts coming from
the bridge. They had nothing to cover with, and the Captain was sure that
his luck had run dry. Just when we had found Shillis- Another laser
bolt rebounded over his head.
"Keep your head low, Captain,"
Sergeant Agueda said, "or you won't have to worry about your haircut
any more!" The commando rose his blaster and shot a random burst
towards the gloom, but it sounded multiplied by three. He was about to
made a comment about the echo, when he noticed that suddenly the shots
had completely ceased.
A voice was heard from the other side.
"Don't shoot! I'm Captain Collins, from
Trailblazer, everything is clear here!"
"Collins!" Captain Sera exclaimed
in astonishment. "Where is the Admiral?"
"Attacking Muldron's base on his own.
He is trying to give us enough time to rescue you."
Collins reached them while Captain Sera rose
holding Lieutenant Shillis. "Let me help you- but... It's her!"
He recognized the woman's face easily - he had seen it in his nightmares
every night over the last weeks. The young Lieutenant was unconscious
again, but her breath and pulse were firm when Collins checked it out.
"I just can't believe it, sir." he said. "After what they
did to her, she's still alive?"
"It seems that she got some medical
attention - apparently Veedar believed me when I started lying to him.
Talking about that bastard-"
"I'm sorry, sir, those were just a pair
of Navy officers." Collins said, anticipating Sera's question. "If
he's still on board, he must be hidden on the bridge."
"The damned coward! We won't lose anything
if we go there and-"
"Shut up a moment, you two!" Sergeant
Agueda exclaimed, forgetting he was talking with two higher officers.
"There's a ship docking with us!"
"Imperial or ours?" Sera asked.
"I've got no idea - you think I'm a
Jedi or something? It will be better to move a bit further from the ring,
in case they're the bad guys-"
The two Captains held the woman's body while
the commando sergeant aimed his blaster towards the ring.
"Anybody down there?" A man's
head poked through the entrance, wearing a pilot's helmet with an Alliance
"I thought this only happened in holo-movies...!"
Agueda finished. He shrugged and went to help Sera and Collins to pass
Lieutenant Shillis' body through the security ring.
[Space around Corvette Harrier]
"All right, Nik, we're out of here!"
Foxfire said. It was not a moment too soon, because Frigate Saitell
was starting to shoot at the shuttle Anubis. But Barris was probably
the best shuttle's pilot Foxfire had ever known. After taking off from
Harrier, he was using the Imperial ship as shelter from the powerful
laser bolts, and the Corvette was taking most of the damage.
"Yeah, Foxy, we better move away from
this junk-" Hardrive replied. The two A-Wings abandoned the
Imperial fighters they were engaging and raced after the escaping shuttle
at full speed. The Frigate had ceased to shoot, her Captain must have
realized they were going to destroy the Corvette without hitting the Rebel
shuttle, but it was too late. The last burst had reached a very damaged
spot on the engines section, exactly where two of the proton torpedoes
had impacted, and a violent explosion shattered the hull. A terrified
Captain Veedar was sucked out of what remained of the hammer-shaped bridge.
He was dead before his body was disintegrated by the secondary explosions.
Commander Louyan saw the detonations and
checked his scanners looking for the New Republic ships. Five green dots
signalled the position of Anubis and the four fighters escorting
them. Only two red dots delated the presence of two TIE Advanced, but
Louyan was sure that they couldn't prevent the shuttle from escaping.
"Amber pilots, break off and jump towards
the meeting point as soon as you can!" The five surviving X-Wings
maneuvered away from Frigate Saitell looking for clear space. They
had to be out of the Imperial capital ships' range before trying the jump
Louyan took a look at the screen, where increasing
digits indicated the distance from the closest Imperial Frigate. The readings
showed how low Saitell's shields were, after the combat against
Joan d'Arc and White's B-Wings. Two minutes more, and a few
proton torpedoes and we would turn you into spatial debris, he thought
with a smile. He kept jinking his X-wing in random directions to avoid
being hit by his pursuers. Then he noticed one of his men was about to
be shot down by a TIE Interceptor. It was Amber Nine.
"Teel, what is it about you!"
he exclaimed as he targeted the Interceptor. He was fully aware that this
would put him in the sights of the TIE Advanced on his tail, but he couldn't
watch one of his pilots die, not even Teel, without doing anything to
prevent it. He still was angry with him, but although he didn't care to
admit it, he understood the young pilot's reasons for doing what he had
done. He is just a kid, Louyan thought as he opened fire on the
Imperial fighter. There are things he only will learn with time.
"Commander-?" Flight Officer's
voice was heard for a second, and then the comm. unit exploded. Louyan's
X-Wing trembled when it was mortally hit. The TIE Interceptor pursuiding
Teel abandoned his victim, seriously damaged, but Louyan's own ship was
about to disintegrate. Louyan reached the ejection lever. For a second
he was tempted not to use it, but then he thought better.
Somewhere out there is an Imperial prison
commander who doesn't know the problems he's about to have... he thought
as the seat launched him out of his exploding fighter.
[Frigate Trailblazer's bridge]
Admiral Garil clutched the console in front
of him to avoid falling when something exploded on the bridge. He reached
again the weapons controls to keep shooting until the very last moment.
Deego was trying to keep the ship advancing towards the enemy Cruiser,
but the shoots from the Star Destroyer were about to break the Trailblazer's
engine section from the rest of the hull. Suddenly the intercom crackled
with something that seemed different from the static.
"Admir--.. -- got it!" Garil recognized
his Second Officer's voice. He had missed most of his words in the interference,
but the tone was unmistakable. We've got it, that had to be what
Collins had said.
"Well done!" he shouted, although
he knew Collins couldn't hear him. He waited expecting to hear something
more, and he did.
"--..nant Shillis is alive, I repeat,
-.." The communication broke again, but this time he had heard the
"Did you hear that, Deeggo, did you
hear that?" He asked, feeling that his eyes were filling with tears.
"Yes, sir, I did." Amazement and
joy merged in the Rodian's voice. As the Admiral, he felt that everything
had a sense, after all. A new explosion shook the entire structure of
the ship. The space started to spin at the other side of the view screen.
Garil realized that the middle section of the hull had broken. The rest
of the ship would probably disintegrate in a pair of seconds. He turned
to look at Deeggo, but the navigation officer was dead. His console had
exploded, killing him instantly. Thank you, Deeggo, he thought.
I'll catch up with you in a moment. Sparks fountained everywhere,
all the equipment exploding around him. In the middle of his sight, the
Admiral saw an Imperial shuttle. He calculated that the cannons probably
would have enough residual energy for a last shot, one more Imperial who
would visit the hells. But then he wondered what a shuttle could be doing
in a combat area like this.
Rescuing a pilot. The obvious answer
appeared in his mind. Garil moved his finger from the trigger in astonishment.
It was almost incredible, but he was completely sure that he had done
the right thing. He saw how the small ship disappeared from the viewscreen
as the Trailblazer kept spinning. Run, pilot, fly far away,
before this ship explodes and trap you with it. The time seemed to
elongate as the whole vessel started to disintegrate around him. But he
didn't see his life running in front of his eyes, it was something different.
His mind was jumping from Lieutenant Shillis and the rest of the prisoners
to that shuttle he had seen an instant ago. The truth he had been looking
for since this started was in some point in the middle of them.
I can't believe it. She is alive, she
is alive, I don't know how it can be possible, but she is alive. Orris,
Louyan, Collins, all of them made it, they rescued my people. That shuttle
was rescuing someone, too. They have risked their lives to save a comrade,
just as I've seen my men doing again and again. I've seen Imperials doing
that but I had forgotten. Some of them are able to do things like that.
Someone had to take care of Shillis to cure her after what they did to
her. And now my crew is safe. All our efforts have been for something,
and now, this joy, this relief I feel, this is the redemption. I was wrong,
I've been blind all this time. I didn't want to finish with the Empire,
what I wanted was to kill all the Imperials, every single people
living under its flag, but that was bad, very bad. The pilot of that shuttle,
he doesn't deserve to die, and he won't be the only one, there will be
others like him. I was like that Captain Horax, yes-Who knows if he ever
had a reason to become what he is now, but no, there is no justification
for that, as there is no justification for what I've done. I can't act
as if my own point of view was all there is, I've heard that many times
during my life, but only now I understand it. My crew is alive, young
Shillis is alive and that pilot is alive, and maybe some day they will
be able to live in peace-
The bridge was full of flames, entire panels
of instruments falling from the walls, the screens exploding one after
another, launching fragments of glass everywhere. Before the main viewscreen
collapsed under the pressure of the twisted hull, the Admiral had a final
view of the stars, those stars that had been his whole life since the
first time he put his feet on a space ship's deck. The last remnants of
sadness or regret disappeared from him, as if they were nothing compared
with the wide universe, all his struggles just a scrap of a story. His
soul was finally calm, ready to see whatever it was on the other side.
The Trailblazer exploded, pieces of its hull flying in all directions
until nothing remained. But Admiral Garil didn't notice when it happened.
[Imperial base orbiting Muldron]
The damage caused by the Rebel attack was
clearly visible throughout the docks. Captain Horax looked in silence
at a Victory Class Star Destroyer, tangled with the structures and the
containers it had crashed with. All this had been done by just a Frigate
and two Corvettes. But the mood on the Imperial installations was
euphoric. They had killed the monster who had brought the terror almost
to the Empire's heart, the man who had become the objective for the whole
Imperial Navy. The previous failures would be forgotten, and there would
be rewards and promotions. The Empire knew how to be generous with the
people under its command.
But there wouldn't be any reward for him.
The prisoners had escaped because of him, the reports that Captain Jader
and his own subordinates would write wouldn't leave any doubt about his
responsability. Horax didn't fear for his life. Not today, when what everybody
would remember would be a great victory. But that didn't mean there wouldn't
be consequences for him. Grand Admiral Thrawn - or whoever was ruling
now the Empire, if the rumours about Thrawn's departure towards the Unknown
Territories were true - wouldn't forgive his failure. His career was over.
He would have to accept some remote destination, far from everything,
and he would never get a promotion again. He might leave the Imperial
Navy and look for a civilian job, perhaps commanding a transport or something
like that, but this would be even more humiliating. Kaban was directing
the docking operation. He could hear the pleasure in his Second Officer's
voice. This was a great chance for him. There were witnesses who would
testify that he gave his Captain the correct advice. Wrath consumed him,
but he had to swallow it and keep from breaking Kaban's stupid face as
he wanted to do. That would make the things worse.
"Damn you Garil, I hope you suffered
when you died," he muttered.
[Fourteen hours later,
Frigate Joan d'Arc, Captain Orris' quarters]
Captain Orris was
terribly tired. He had spent several hours with Captain Collis and Joan
d'Arc's navigation officer, considering all the options for their return
path. Collins had informed them about the routes Admiral Garil's had been
following during his operations, and some of them could be used for the
return path. Trailblazer's navigation officer had been very imaginative,
to say the least. But when they finished a terrible headache made him
remember how many hours he had gone without having any sleep. Now his
crew could do just fine without him for a while. He sat on the narrow
bed and started to remove his boots when the door chimed. Oh, no, can't
they do anything on their own if I'm not on the bridge?
"I hope you've
got a good reason," he said while he put the boots on again.
"I wanted to
drop off my report - I'm sorry, I can wait until a better time-"
Lieutenant Commander Schroeder said hesitantly.
"Of course you
could, I can think of quite a few better times, but since you're here
Foxfire took a seat and put it in front of the Captain, who'd sat down
again on the bed. "I didn't have a chance to talk to you after all
this, you know-"
Commander, save the introductions and go directly to the point."
After the time she'd
had, Foxfire was ready to stalk out of the room before she started yelling,
but something in Captain Orris told her that he wasn't really angry,
nor being rude- from his particular point of view, at any rate. Well,
if she had to work with the man, she had to try and understand him.
"All right- First,
our mission was to stop Admiral Garil at any price whatever, as long as
we could keep him from attacking any more civilians. Then, all of us wanted
to rescue those prisoners, specially after learning what had happened
when they were captured, but-you had something more in mind, didn't you?"
Captain Orris observed
her in silence for a long moment, so long than Foxfire thought that the
Captain would never reply. "Yes, there was something. You were
there, on that bridge, beside the Admiral. You could see him better than
I. He was a good soldier, but there was nothing left of him when we caught
up - consumed by hate and desperation, something all of us have experienced
some time. You, I, everyone could become as mad as the Admiral if pushed
hard enough. I wanted to run away from there when their crew had been
transferred to the Joan d'Arc. We were risking the loss of more lives
than the ones we were trying to save, it would have been the most logical
thing to do but-"
"You had given
him your word, is that it?"
"No, and you
know it. Keeping promises is one thing, but I can break them if I think
that I'm getting something more important, like saving others' lives.
It's not that different from disobeying an order, you know, if you are
completely sure that's the right thing." Foxfire blushed when
the Captain said that, but he continued talking, discipline was not his
point this time. "No, Lieutenant Commander. In this case there was
something else." He paused, as if thinking how to express what he
had in mind, then just shrugged and said it as best he could. "We
had to save the soul of a good man. By doing so, we could save the part
of him that is inside all of us."
Foxfire didn't know
what to say. She wasn't sure if that was the answer she had come looking
for, but she had to think about it. During the last weeks, the memories
of her last mission with Praying Mantis Squadron, when they had to fight
to return home, losing friends at every step of the way, had been ever-present
in her mind. In some way, she had thought that she could understand the
Admiral; she had felt that same desire for death more than once on that
mission. In the moments before the battle, with the fresh vision of what
the Imperials had done to that woman, she had even thought about shooting
a couple of missiles against Harrier when everything ended, and
kill whoever was on board. But when she had the chance, just when Barris
took off from the Corvette, that thought had been left behind. Finally,
the damned ship was destroyed, like some kind of poetic justice, but that
didn't matter. She wondered if Captain Orris was right, if all they had
something like Admiral Garil inside, one that needed to be saved from
what blind hate could do with it.
"Are you going
to stay up there much longer, Lieutenant Commander?" the Captain
asked with a look that was equal parts tiredness and impatience.
"No - sorry,
sir." She started to leave, but stopped when she was at the door.
"Do you think
we did it?"
"Did what, Lieutenant
Orris thought about
the people they had rescued, the woman who had been tortured, and Captains
Sera's and Collin's expressions when they took the floating stretcher
themselves to the medical facilities. He wondered if the Admiral had been
able to hear Collins' last message, but he decided that one way or another,
he'd received it. Orris nodded slowly.
Lieutenant Commander. We did it."
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