Star Wars - X-Wing - The Bacta War

  around a Hutt, and nearly always as fatal. Coming out of hyperspace, he made a

  quick read of the area and had his R2 unit plot another short jump. He put his

  ship through a series of seven such small jumps, doubling back and forth, then

  took a long jump out toward the Rim. He landed on a small planet, got

  into and out of some trouble there, and then began his run back to Yag'Dhul.

  Because astronavigation had never been his strength, he was limited in his

  choices of destinations. To make the trip back as quickly as possible, making a

  long run to Halanit was his best route because, from there, the trip to Yag'Dhul

  could be accomplished with several short hops. He also thought there might be an

  off-chance that Corran and Ooryl wouldn't have left Halanit by the time he got

  there. Traveling to Halanit would run him pretty much out of fuel. He hoped the

  Halanits would give him some in return for the bacta they'd been given, and with

  Corran being there he was certain they would fuel him up.

  Despite Corran's absence, the Halanits had been more than happy to give Gavin

  fuel, but the problem was that they needed to synthesize it first. The process

  of refueling his fighter was to take two days, during which they tried to make

  him feel as much at home as possible. On a world sheathed in ice, with abundant

  amounts of water and a cuisine based on fish, making a Tatooine native feel at

  home was not easy.

  And now Corrupter has tracked me here, so I repay their hospitality with death.

  Gavin growled incoherently, then stopped and forced himself to think clearly. He

  thumbed on the comlink clipped to the lapel of his flightsuit. "Jawaswag, give

  me a system start, now!"

  His R2 tootled something back at him.

  "I don't care, just do it. Turn on the fuel pumps and suck their synthesizer dry

  if you have to. Gavin out." He lifted Cort away from his slump against the wall

  and set him on his feet. "Get me to the utility hangar, now!"

  Cort's brown eyes unglazed. "Utility hangar, yes. Come, it's on the other side

  of the chasm."

  Cort led Gavin from the apartment he'd been given and out into one of the

  subterranean corridors running toward the chasm. Screaming people had.begun to

  fill the corridor, but the small man deftly cut through them. Gavin shouldered

  his way through the thickening crowd and caught up with Cort as they reached the

  walkway across the chasm.

  Gavin grabbed the back of Cort's cloak and yanked him

  back out of the way of a green laser bolt. More of them played out in a line

  across the walkway, chasing down and burning the legs from a running man. The

  man's screams were swallowed by the whine of a TIE Interceptor as it streaked

  past and he rolled from the walkway to fall to oblivion.

  "Now, go!" Gavin's shout carried above the screeching of the other Interceptors

  strafing the chasm. Gavin started running, letting his long legs devour the

  distance. He let every ounce of panic he felt fuel his run, and he knew he was

  running faster than he ever had before. His lungs burned and his breath

  steamed, but the echoed whines of Interceptor engines wouldn't let him stop

  until he reached the far side and the safety of the tunneled corridor.

  Cort arrived two steps after he did, adrenaline having lent him speed enough to

  almost match the taller man's pace. Cort moved into the lead, cutting and

  weaving through corridors and down ramps until they came out into a huge

  subterranean cavern with a huge steaming lake, two bacta-storage cylinders, a

  variety of old Zenomach and other tunneling devices, and Gavin's X-wing.

  His fighter had been painted gold, with light red-orange crescents creating a

  scalelike pattern. Near the front of the fighter, a mouth had been painted with

  large, white, daggerlike teeth; the proton torpedo launching ports had become

  the pupils of eyes. When asked how he wanted his X-wing decorated, he'd chosen

  to make it over in the image of a krayt dragon, the most fearsome predator on

  all of Tatooine.

  He turned back to Cort. "Look, this is my fault. They're here after me. I'll

  take off and lead them in a chase away from here. Get your people into

  defensible positions and hold out. These tunnels will make it tough on

  stormtroopers, so they'll withdraw when I'm gone."

  Cort shook his head. "We have no weapons."

  The plaintive tone in his voice punched Gavin straight in the heart. "I never

  should have come here." H e drew his blaster and pressed it into Cort's hands.

  "Take this, do what you can. I'll do something."

  Gavin ran to his X-wing and clambered up on a mole-

  miner to boost himself into the cockpit. Cort disconnected the refueling lines,

  then backed away and tossed Gavin a salute. Gavin returned it, then pulled on

  his helmet and fastened his restraining straps. He left his life-support gear on

  the floor of the cockpit, disdainful of the time it would take to pull it on. If

  I go down out there, I'm dead anyway, so it doesn't much matter.

  He cut in the repulsor-lift generators, retracted the landing gear, and

  feathered the throttle forward. The X-wing headed toward the retracting metal

  doorway built into the mouth of the cavern. Beyond it, Gavin saw a translucent

  glowing wall of white that he realized was snow that had drifted in against the

  door. He thumbed his fire-control to lasers and linked them for dual fire, then

  hit the trigger. The snow barrier evaporated, so Gavin kicked his throttle

  forward and shot out into the Halanit sky.

  Keeping the X-wing low enough to skim the drifts, he headed out in a long loop

  through a valley that curved around to the north. Three kilometers out from the

  cavern he rolled up on the starboard S-foil and began to climb. As his sensors

  began to pick up Imp fighters, he reached up and flipped the switch that brought

  his S-foils into attack position and locked them.

  A glance at his fuel indicator told him he had ten minutes for fighting before

  he made his run out of the system. Halanit itself created a fairly insignificant

  gravity shadow in hyperspacehe needed to get away from the gas giant around

  which it orbited. No problemten minutes is more than enough time to make the

  Imps angry enough to chase me.

  Jawaswag beeped at him and Gavin smiled. "You're right, the Imps are flying in

  formation. They want to make this easy. Acquire One, Two, and Three." With the

  sensor signature of each locked into his fire-control computer, Gavin kept his

  fighter on the deck and closed to proton torpedo range. That course had him

  flying directly at the rising column of smoke and steam coming from the holed

  canopy.

  "Jawaswag get me a sensor record of all this, visual and everything."

  The droid hooted his assent.

  back out of the way of a green laser bolt. More of them played out in a line

  across the walkway, chasing down and burning the legs from a running man. The

  man's screams were swallowed by the whine of a TIE Interceptor as it streaked

  past and he rolled from the walkway to fall to oblivion.

  "Now, go!" Gavin's shout carried above the screeching of the other Interceptors

  strafing the chasm. Gavin started running, letting his long legs devour the
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  distance. He let every ounce of panic he felt fuel his run, and he knew he was

  running faster than he ever had before. His lungs burned and his breath

  steamed, but the echoed whines of Interceptor engines wouldn't let him stop

  until he reached the far side and the safety of the tunneled corridor.

  Cort arrived two steps after he did, adrenaline having lent him speed enough to

  almost match the taller man's pace. Cort moved into the lead, cutting and

  weaving through corridors and down ramps until they came out into a huge

  subterranean cavern with a huge steaming lake, two bacta-storage cylinders, a

  variety of old Zenomach and other tunneling devices, and Gavin's X-wing.

  His fighter had been painted gold, with light red-orange crescents creating a

  scalelike pattern. Near the front of the fighter, a mouth had been painted with

  large, white, daggerlike teeth; the proton torpedo launching ports had become

  the pupils of eyes. When asked how he wanted his X-wing decorated, he'd chosen

  to make it over in the image of a krayt dragon, the most fearsome predator on

  all of Tatooine.

  He turned back to Cort. "Look, this is my fault. They're here after me. I'll

  take off and lead them in a chase away from here. Get your people into

  defensible positions and hold out. These tunnels will make it tough on

  stormtroopers, so they'll .withdraw when I'm gone."

  Cort shook his head. "We have no weapons."

  The plaintive tone in his voice punched Gavin straight in the heart. "I never

  should have come here." He drew his blaster and pressed it into Cort's hands.

  "Take this, do what you can. I'll do something."

  Gavin ran to his X-wing and clambered up on a mole-

  miner to boost himself into the cockpit. Cort disconnected the refueling lines,

  then backed away and tossed Gavin a salute. Gavin returned it, then pulled on

  his helmet and fastened his restraining straps. He left his life-support gear on

  the floor of the cockpit, disdainful of the time it would take to pull it on. If

  I go down out there, I'm dead anyway, so it doesn't much matter.

  He cut in the repulsor-lift generators, retracted the landing gear, and

  feathered the throttle forward. The X-wing headed toward the retracting metal

  doorway built into the mouth of the cavern. Beyond it, Gavin saw a translucent

  glowing wall of white that he realized was snow that had drifted in against the

  door. He thumbed his fire-control to lasers and linked them for dual fire, then

  hit the trigger. The snow barrier evaporated, so Gavin kicked his throttle

  forward and shot out into the Halanit sky.

  Keeping the X-wing low enough to skim the drifts, he headed out in a long loop

  through a valley that curved around to the north. Three kilometers out from the

  cavern he rolled up on the starboard S-foil and began to climb. As his sensors

  began to pick up Imp fighters, he reached up and flipped the switch that brought

  his S-foils into attack position and locked them.

  A glance at his fuel indicator told him he had ten minutes for fighting before

  he made his run out of the system. Halanit itself created a fairly insignificant

  gravity shadow in hyperspacehe needed to get away from the gas giant around

  which it orbited. No problemten minutes is more than enough time to make the

  Imps angry enough to chase me.

  Jawaswag beeped at him and Gavin smiled. "You're right, the Imps are flying in

  formation. They want to make this easy. Acquire One, Two, and Three." With the

  sensor signature of each locked into his fire-control computer, Gavin kept his

  fighter on the deck and closed to proton torpedo range. That course had him

  flying directly at the rising column of smoke and steam coming from the holed

  canopy.

  "Jawaswag get me a sensor record of all this, visual and everything."

  The droid hooted his assent.

  Gavin waited until he hit the outer fringes of range, then popped his weapons

  control over to proton torpedoes. He set them for single fire, then acquired the

  first Interceptor. His head-up display went from yellow to red and the R2's

  keening wail filled the cockpit. He hit the trigger, shifted to the second

  target, got a tone, and fired a second torpedo.

  The first torpedo lanced up from the snowy landscape and smashed full into the

  Interceptor's cockpit. The subsequent explosion shredded the Quadanium solar

  panels, sowing chaff and debris in the path of the other two TIEs. The second

  torpedo blasted into the left wing of its target, snapping it off, then

  exploded right behind the cockpit. The Interceptor just disintegrated, its

  scattered pieces clipping the last Interceptor.

  That squint immediately heeled over in a roll and dove for the planet. Gavin

  tried to get a lock on it, but it fell too quickly. Slight adjustments to its

  course told him it was still under power, but he doubted the pilot could recover

  from that sharp a dive. He's going in.

  Gavin braced for the explosion and fireball as he came up over a little crest,

  but the Interceptor didn't crash. Instead it plunged in through the base of the

  steam plume and into the chasm that was the heart of the Halanit colony.

  No one gets away that easy. Gavin switched back to lasers and brought the

  X-wing up in a lazy loop that he took over the top. The black hole in the

  planet's white blanket loomed before him like the mouth of a krayt dragon. He

  ignored the spark of fear in his guts and evened out the power to his shields.

  The people of Halanit might be defenseless, but I'm not. Now you pay for the fun

  you've had.

  Erisi spotted the two Lambda-class shuttles flying down. Their wings began to

  retract as they prepared to land near the colony's surface entrance. She brought

  her Interceptor around and vectored in toward the landing site. With the flick

  of a switch she cut in her repulsor-lift coils and extended the Interceptor's

  landing gear, even though she expected them to sink into the snow. Nice to have

  a ship with the hatch on top.

  She keyed her comm unit. "Bascome, you have command of the flight. Continue to

  orbit but do not make another chasm run unless it is specifically requested of

  you."

  "As ordered, Commander."

  The first shuttle landed and disgorged two squads of stormtroopers in their cold

  weather gear. The stormtroopers dashed into the opening of an ice cavern the

  colony used as a shelter for visitors' personal spacecraft. Red lights flashed

  from within, bathing the snow with the color of blood, then some black smoke

  slowly drifted up through the narrow opening.

  Looks like they're in. Erisi waited for the second shuttle to land before she

  popped the hatch on her fighter. The cold immediately cut through her

  flightsuit; yet despite it, she removed her heavy helmet. The sweat in her hair

  froze immediately, but she ignored it. Climbing up out of the hatch, she slid

  down the curve of the cockpit and found the snow crust sufficiently solid to

  bear her weight. Leaving her blaster in the shoulder holster she wore, she

  strode across Halanit's frozen face and fell in beside the black-clad Captain

  Ait Convarion.

  The Imperial officer acknowledged her presence with a nod she felt was

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  Sandwiched between stormtrooper phalanxes, they wordlessly made their way into

  the ice cavern and to the heat-lock beyond it. The doors had been blasted open,

  and the rush of warm air filled the cavern. Steam and smoke hovered in a low

  cloud, trapped by the cavern's roof.

  Convarion preceded her into a rough-hewn tunnel, stepping over the sprawled

  body of a civilian. They continued on until they reached a vista point at one

  end of an elevated walkway bridging both sides of the chasm. Stormtroopers held

  both sides of it, with the pair guarding that end bringing -heir blaster

  carbines up across their chests when Convarion appeared.

  Fists planted on his hips, Convarion surveyed the damage. Screams echoed

  through the chasm, chased by the piercing whine of blaster fire. Red lights lit

  previously dark

  transparisteel viewports and red laser bolts reached out to knock fleeing

  figures from some of the other bridges.

  Convarion looked back over his shoulder at Erisi. "You were unopposed in here?"

  "Yes, Captain, we were. Flying in here was not easy, but we made our passes

  without mishap."

  "Good. Wouldn't want your people to get bloodied in their first engagement." He

  waved his right hand around to take in the whole of the colony. "My

  stormtroopers will neutralize the major pockets of resistance, then your people

  can come down and finish things up."

  Convarion's condescension could have been cut with a vibroblade, but Erisi chose

  to ignore it. "As you will, Captain Convarion. Those of us from Thyferra much

  appreciate your diligence in helping us prosecute those who would victimize us."

  The scream of an Interceptor diving into the chasm overrode Convarion's reply.

  As it passed the bridge, a pair of red laser bolts pierced the ion-engine

  exhaust vector system, spraying half-melted louvers out in its backwash. The

  Interceptor began a roll that ended in a brilliant explosion as it hammered one

  of the lower walkways. The ferrocrete decking undulated out away from the impact

  point, crumbling with the wave front. It held for a moment or two, then, piece

  by piece, began to rain stone into the depths.

  As terrifying as that was, it was nothing compared to the sight of the X-wing