Star Wars - X-Wing - The Bacta War

  moved up in his place. I had to outrun her when she was commanding a Customs

  corvette. Tactics weren't innovativestandard Imp, utterly by the bookbut

  tactics for an Imperial Star Destroyer have never really been subtle anyway."

  Corran nodded as the serving droid put tumblers of Corellian whisky in front of

  them, then accompanied it with a steaming, tentacled mass of noodles and

  thin-sliced vegetables drenched in a green sauce. "Thanks, I think." He glanced

  at Mirax as the droid retreated. "Is this what we ordered?"

  "I think so." She stabbed a fork into it, twirled it and lifted a dripping

  noodle coil to her mouth. She chewed for a

  moment, then swallowed. "Unrecognizable, but not inedi-

  "Your enthusiasm is un derwhelming." Corran poked around the food with his fork,

  speared something crunchy and popped it into his mouth. The sauce seemed a bit

  hot, but

  it was flavorful and cleared his sinuses, so he decided against complaining.

  "Not bad. I also think you're right on in point-ing out that we have been

  underestimating Isard and her peo-ple Part of it is because Erisi joined themI

  think we have a vested interest in seeing her in a negative light. That could

  easily be a fatal mistake. We need our edge back, and I think Wedge is going to

  beat that idea into our brains from this point forward."

  Corran looked up as Ooryl entered the tapcaf and waved him over. The Gand

  hesitated for a moment, looked back out into the concourse, then nodded. As he

  made his way through the jumble of tables, Corran saw three other Gands trailing

  in his wake, like mynock splitlings drafting off their parent. Only one of them

  equaled Ooryl's sizethe other two probably massed as much as Ooryl but wore

  most of it around their middles. / wonder how that works with an exoskeleton?

  Ooryl stopped at the edge of the table. "Greetings Corran and Mirax. It is

  Qrygg's honor to present to you three Gands from Qrygg's homeworld of Gand. They

  are Ussar Vice, Syron Aalun, and Vviir Wiamdi."

  The larger of the three bowed his head. "I speak for all three of us when I say

  we are most pleased to make your acquaintance."

  Though the Gand's speech had the guttural tones and clicks of Ooryl's normal

  voice, Corran found himself having a hard time comprehending what was said. He

  knew he should have understood it easilyit was only a greetingbut the use of

  personal pronouns surprised him. Ooryl explained long ago that Gands considered

  it the height of presumption to use personal pronouns to refer to themselves,

  because it arrogantly assumes the listeners know who the speaker is. Only after

  having done something so memorable that such an assumption can be made can a

  Gand refer to himself as "I."

  Mirax covered for Corran. "We're very pleased to meet you as well. Ooryl is a

  good friend, so we are honored to meet his friends."

  Ooryl quivered for a second. "Qrygg is sorry for your misinterpretation because

  Qrygg knows it is Qrygg's fault, Mirax. These Gands are not Qrygg's friends.

  They are ruet-savii." Ooryl's mouth parts closed for a moment, then snapped back

  open. "In Basic they would be something like observers or examiners, but more

  than either."

  Corran raised an eyebrow. "They're your superiors?"

  The taller GandVviir Wiamdi by order of introductionexaggerated the shaking

  of his head. "We have been sent by the Elders of Gand to watch Ooryl Qrygg. We

  are to

  chronicle Qrygg's existence and to criticize it. It is a great honor."

  Ooryl doesn't seem to think it's that great an honor by the look of him. Corran

  smiled. "If there is any way I may be of assistance to you, please do not

  hesitate to let me know what I can do. Ooryl and I have spent much time

  together, and he's saved my life more times than I care to remember."

  All three Gands nodded their heads sagely, but Corran was uncertain he was

  reading their body language correctly. I'm not sure I can read them at all, and

  I doubt I'm going to get a good explanation from Ooryl. Corran looked over at

  Mirax, but she didn't seem to be any more confident of her judgment of the Gands

  than he was. One more thing to learn about, which is why this galaxy will never

  be dull.

  Corran pointed to the open area in the booth. "Would you care to join us?"

  Ooryl shook his head. "Now it is time for Qrygg to interface with Zraii and

  tend to Qrygg's X-wing. After that, the schedule allows for dining."

  Vviir bowed his head again. "I beg your forgiveness for this interruption. We

  will watch you interact with Qrygg at a later date." He turned and led the

  procession back out of the tapcaf with Ooryl drawn along in the trio's wake like

  an X-wing tractored to a freighter.

  Mirax raised an eyebrow. "What was all that about?"

  "Not a clue."

  "And Ooryl's not going to tell you anything, either." She pointed in their

  direction with her fork. "I've never heard of, let alone seen, a group of Gands

  wandering around together. Very odd."

  Corran shrugged and attacked his food. "Twi'leks have joined us, and now we have

  some Gands with us. I don't understand it, nor do I need to understand it. I

  just hope Iceheart gets as confused by it as I am."

  21

  Under other circumstances Wedge Antilles thought he might have liked Qretu 5.

  The ring of asteroids surrounding the planet that provided his people with cover

  against ground-based early-warning systems had looked wonderful in the night sky

  in all the holograms he had studied. The world's moist and warm climate

  encouraged the growth of lush green foliage, over the tops of which Wedge's

  X-wing whisked at dizzying speed. Mountains upthrust by colliding tectonic

  plates also hid the fighters from their target, providing the personnel at the

  Q5A7 Bacta Refinement Plant no warning about the impending attack.

  Wedge's force was flying in at a strength of twenty-fourtwo squadrons' worth of

  snubfighters. The three losses to the Corrupter had been replaced by the Gand

  ruetsavii and their curious ships. The Gands flew heavily modified TIE bombers.

  The Quadanium solar panels at the front had been cut on the diagonal bias like

  those of TIE Interceptors and had a central cutout to provide the pilot with

  peripheral vision. The bomb delivery system in the secondary hull had been

  scrapped in favor of a concussion missile launching system with a six-missile

  magazine, then a hyperdrive motivator

  and shield generators had been added. Two lasers completed their weapons array.

  While the Gand bombers were still slow, the shields were strong; and Wedge found

  the ships preferable to Y-wings for the long-range raid they were making.

  He had not intended to have the Gands come along on the mission, but Ooryl had

  insisted they would anyway since they were ruetsaviiand what exactly that meant

  Wedge was as yet uncertain. In the preliminary and simulator runs they made on

  the mission, the Gands had proved very competent and skillful, though Wedge

  thought Ooryl could outfly all of them.

  Wedge checked the chronographic readout on his main screen, then glanced up at

  the horizon. The mountains are right where they're supposed to be. Over the rise

  and t
he valley should take us right in on target. Pulling back on the X-wing's

  stick, he brought his fighter up so the sun rising at his back could illuminate

  his X-wing. He reached up with his right hand, flicking the switch that brought

  the S-foils into attack position, the keyed his comm unit. "Rogues, we go in.

  Chir'daki, stand by."

  Tugging his stick to the right, he kicked the X-wing into a barrel roll to

  starboard, then leveled out and began his run through the valley. The mountains

  rose up off both S-foils but were far enough away that Wedge didn't feel as

  cramped as he did on the Death Star trench run or even the conduit mission on

  Borleias. His onboard computer matched the terrain to the mission map it had in

  memory, sounded a mild drift alarm and Wedge corrected the problem almost

  unconsciously.

  Wedge thumbed the controls over to proton torpedoes and linked the fire of both

  launch tubes. He kept his hand easy on the stick, nudging the craft this way and

  that, then

  shot out over the edge of a three-hundred-meter-tall cliff. As

  he rolled, he saw a black valley dotted with lights and

  brought his fighter around on a heading for a large dark

  block with flashing red and yellow lights on each of its cor-

  ners. His targeting crosshairs dropped into the shadowed outline and he pulled

  the trigger.

  Two proton torpedoes shot out on tongues of blue flame

  and streaked away at the building. They hit barely nanoseconds apart and

  detonated just after punching through the ferrocrete wall. Their subsequent

  explosions vomited argent fire out through their entry holes, then through the

  roof and out the windows on the upper three floors. The roof collapsed in on

  itself, leaving the fire on the building's interior lighting up the night like

  magma in a volcano's heart.

  With a flick of his thumb Wedge shifted the X-wing over to laser fire and left

  it firing single shots in sequence. Triggering a burst of fire, he sent a hail

  of red laser bolts burning through the night. His shots tracked over the main

  refinery building and down through the darkness. Something he hit exploded

  brilliantly, sending a red-gold fireball into the air. It imploded but still

  bumped him around as he flew through where it had been, then he was over the bay

  and starting a long loop over Qretu 5's largest ocean.

  As he came around he got a chance to look back at the Q5A7 plant and felt his

  stomach fold in on itself. The cliff wall and the waters of the bay reflected

  the light from the burning refinery, magnifying it and spreading it all over the

  valley. The X-wings that had come in behind him had similarly launched proton

  torpedoes at ground targets. The missiles, which were powerful enough to put

  quite a dent in an Imperial Star Destroyer, blasted apart unarmored buildings.

  Lasers filled the night like lightning strikes, melting roads, setting trees on

  fire and exploding anything even vaguely incendiary when they hit.

  Though the targets they had specified had been strictly industrial, collateral

  damage was inescapable. At least one bright fire burned in what should have been

  a residential complex for plant workersclearly one of the proton torpedoes had

  overshot its markand Wedge didn't know if the ground target his lasers had

  destroyed had been droid-driven or if it contained innocent bystanders. Coming

  in prior to dawn had been an attempt to minimize the presence of innocents in

  the target zones, but even minimal involvement of noncombatants meant some of

  them would die.

  Part of Wedge didn't want to care because the raid was meant to make Isard pay

  for Halanit's destruction. That raid

  had been collateral damage through and through, but murdering Thyferrans,

  Vratix, and assorted resident alien workers would hardly make Isard atone for

  what she had done. The only pain she would feel would be the loss of bacta and

  her ability to produce it. To her, those we kill are reason enough for

  continuing her predations, whereas those innocents she kills are just

  punishment for our misdeeds.

  Another part of Wedge wanted to abort the Twi'leks' run on the valley. The

  damage done had been rather ample. The Deathseeds would only be able to strafe

  the ground, sowing more terror in the populace, but probably not doing much to

  further cripple the refinery. What has already been done should be enough, but I

  know it isn't. He keyed his comm unit. "Chir'daki, you are good to go."

  He got a double-click acknowledgment from Tal'dira, then Corran's voice broke

  in. "Lead, I have multiple eyeball contacts coming up off the deck to the

  north."

  "I copy, Nine. Seven, you have command of the ground op. Two, Nine, and Ten, on

  me to deal with the intruders." Wedge hauled back on his stick and brought the

  X-wing up in a loop. Rolling out to port, he saw Asyr pull up on his star-board

  S-foil while Corran and Ooryl joined him to the left. "How many, Nine?"

  "Eight, sir."

  "I copy. Engage at will, but save your last two torpe-does." Standing off and

  shooting the TIE fighters down with proton torpedoes would be the safest means

  of defeating them, but Wedge wanted to save some torpedoes in case they

  ran into a heavy ship as they tried to get away. As nearly as I

  can tell all of Isard's capital ships are five hours or more

  distant from here, but if one shows up I want to give it a

  barage that will keep it off us long enough for us to escape.

  The intervention of Thyferran Home Defense Corps pi-

  lots had been anticipated. Their intelligence reports about

  qretu 5 had indicated the placement of such troops on the

  world, though after Gavin had described burning three of them down on Halanit,

  there was open debate as to whether or not the THDC pilots would dare come up

  and fight. Eight starfighters were enough to discourage someone from bring-

  ing their own freighter into Qretu 5's spaceport and demanding it be filled

  with bacta or to protect freighters going out to or coming back in from a

  convoy.

  Isard didn't anticipate our coming in to this place in such strength and with

  the intention of wreaking total havoc. Wedge linked the fire on his lasers,

  pairing them, and evened out his shields fore and aft. A pair of missiles from

  his port sizzled through the dawning sky and impaled distant specks of black.

  Twin stars twinkled for a moment before the sound of the explosion collided with

  his fighter, then Wedge was on the TIEs and firing.

  Two bursts of laser fire bracketed one of the TIE fighters. The first pair of

  bolts liquefied one of the hexagonal solar panels, immediately pitching the

  fighter into a decaying flat spin. The second pair lopped off the upper half of

  the remaining solar panel, adding a loopy, wobbling element to the spin. The

  wounded TIE dropped from the sky like the asymmetrical rock it resembled and

  exploded on impact with the ground.

  Pulling back on the stick, Wedge brought the X-wing's nose up until it pointed

  away from the planet. He let the climb bleed off just a little of his speed,

  trading it for altitude, then he came back over the top and started back down

  into the fight. He selected
one target and began to close, but it died in a quad

  burst of laser fire, so he ruddered the nose to the right and swooped in on a

  TIE angling for a deflection shot at Asyr's X-wing.

  These pilots know nothing. Coming in from above and in front of the TIE fighter,

  Wedge knew he should have been easy to spot. The TIE pilots had clearly focused

  in on getting Asyr, to the exclusion of everyone else. While that kind of focus

  and concentration might be useful in all sorts of endeavors, in a fighter pilot

  without situational awareness, it was suicide.

  Wedge knew, from looking out his canopy and studying his sensors, where his

  other fighters were and where the dwindling supply of TIEs was. He couldn't

  feel their presence in the way Luke described being able to fix people and

  machines in relation to himself through the Force, but he did have a

  sense of where they were. This situational awareness meant he would know if a

  TIE had begun to close on him and would be able to take the appropriate

  response, from calling for help to outmaneuvering the other pilot.

  Without it I would have died hundreds of times over. Applying a little rudder,

  Wedge tracked his crosshairs over to cover the TIE and tightened up on the

  trigger. Four red lances of light converged, melding into one, then skewered the

  fighter's ball cockpit. The ion engines exploded, spinning the solar panels away

  like sabacc cards. Flaming debris sprayed out like sparks in the wake of a

  passing meteorite, igniting a fire in the foliage below.

  Mynock trumpeted triumphantly.

  Wedge glanced at his main sensor screen. "That was the last of them, true." He

  activated the comm unit. "Nine, take Ten and swing over the spaceport. Suppress

  ground fire if you get any and report all clear."

  "As ordered, Lead."

  "Chir'daki One to Rogue Leader."

  "Go ahead, Tal'dira."

  "Chir'daki pass complete. We had secondary explosions in the vehicle sheds and

  machining shops."

  "Good going, Tal'dira. Stand by for phase two of the operation."

  Tycho's voice entered the frequency. "Wedge, I have someone on the deck

  complaining. Claims to be the plant manager."

  "I copy, Tycho. Tell him to evacuate the whole area and consider a career

  change. Resistance means we grid the surrounding town and start melting parts