The Bacta War (41 page)

Sithspawn, that’s great flying!
Corran inverted his X-wing and pulled back on the stick to follow Ooryl’s dive, but by then the Gand had started his fighter around in a grand loop. Corran rolled again to follow, but a sharp bleat from Whistler made him glance at his aft monitor. “Ten, your playmates are on my tail.”

“Ooryl copies, Nine. Continue on your arc.”

“Continue? They’re coming up fast.”

“No longer.”

Up ahead Corran saw Ooryl’s X-wing tighten its arc impossibly quick, swapping nose for tail in the space of two hundred meters. The ship remained inverted, so Corran couldn’t see the cockpit, but he could imagine the Gand’s mouthparts moving apart in his imitation of a smile. “Ready to break on your mark, Ten.”

“Go to port, Nine. Mark.”

Corran rolled to port, then, as Ooryl had done, he reversed his thrust. Instead of looping the ship, Corran applied rudder until his nose swung back along the path he had just traveled. He came about just in time to see Ooryl melt the wing off another TIE.

Its wingman dove abruptly away from the Gand’s trap.

“Great shooting, Ten. You’ve got a hot hand.”

“Thank you, Nine.”

“Three flight, want to tighten it up here?”

“As ordered, Lead.” Corran started his thrust pushing his fighter forward. “Come on, Ooryl. We’ve got a big target now.”

Captain Drysso watched the holopad’s display of the battle. “Helm,
Freedom
is trying to slash over the top of us. Roll us so we can track her.”

“Captain, if you do that, we’ll expose our ventral surface to the snubfighters.”

“I know that, Helm.” Drysso looked over at the beefy man heading up his gunnery command. “Guns, use our ion cannons on
Freedom
. I want that ship.”

“Captain, Guns copies your order, but requests you reconsider.”

Drysso’s eyes narrowed. “We have more ion cannons than that ship has guns, Lieutenant Gorev. I want it, and you’ll give it to me. I don’t want to destroy it unless necessary. Antilles got one of our Impstars, now we’ll have one of his.”

“What about the snubfighters and the War Cruiser?”

“Use our concussion missiles. Use all our turbolasers and heavy turbolaser batteries.”

“The snubs are too small for turbolasers to track them. The War Cruiser is in our aft, so my missiles are having difficulty finding firing solutions.”

“By all that’s Imperial, you’ll find solutions, Lieutenant Gorev, or someone else will be in your position, do you understand?” Drysso’s hand rose with his voice. “Understand me, people. This is a
Super Star Destroyer
. A handful of snubfighters and a ship a tenth of our size cannot hurt us. Do what you are told and victory will be ours!”

Fliry Vorru had seen the TIE Interceptors flash past the viewports of his office and knew the time to make his escape from Thyferra had come.
My shuttle is hyperspace capable. I run suborbital to the far side of the planet, wend my way clear of obstructions, and vanish
. He collected a fistful of datacards and tucked them inside his tunic.

He reached the door to his office and found it wouldn’t open. He quickly punched a security override code into the locking mechanism, and it opened. In his outer office he found two stormtroopers and his secretary trying to open the door to the hallway.

“Stand back. Elicia, please do yourself a favor and duck behind your desk. When they come for you, tell them horrible stories about me, and they will protect you.” As the blonde did as she was told, the stormtroopers came to attention. “You two will conduct me to my shuttle hangar in the east tower.”

Vorru punched a security override code into the lock, and it opened as well. Stepping into the hallway, he pointed out the security holocams at either end of the hallway. “Destroy them.”

With a volley of shots his guards complied with his order and Vorru realized they were just Home Defense Corps personnel.
Of course, the amount of clattering their armor makes could have told me that
. He waved them on after him
and quickly worked his way toward the east end of the building, shooting holocams as they went. “Since the locks only respond to security override codes, we have to assume the Ashern are in the building. They will control the turbolifts, so we’ll be using stairs.”

Vorru ignored the grumbles from his escort and got them to the east tower without meeting any resistance.
So far, very good
. He forced one of them to precede him up the stairs and had the other one follow, but the precaution proved unnecessary as they saw no one and nothing while they climbed up two floors. They emerged from the stairwell on the hangar level. “Down around the corner, to the right. Hurry, I hear the engines powering up.”

This did not please Vorru, since he had intended to pilot the shuttle himself—primarily because he was the only pilot he wanted to know his final destination. The fact that the shuttle had already begun to power up meant someone else had decided to use his means of escape, which created a huge set of complications to be dealt with. Vorru’s displeasure with the situation bled into his words, causing his guards to sprint on ahead of him and around the corner to the hangar.

A volley of scarlet blaster bolts sent the armored guards tumbling back down the hallway. They slammed into the wall and rebounded, but were hit by a half dozen more shots before they landed on the floor. One laser carbine came spinning across the floor to trip Vorru up. He crashed down hard, but bit back a curse and thereby saved his own life.

From the ground he had a narrow view of the hangar and the cloaked forms of two of Isard’s Royal Guards walking from the doorway over toward his shuttle.
Isard! She’s using my shuttle to escape. How dare she!

Vorru snatched up the blaster that had tripped him, then sprinted into the hangar. At point-blank range he shot both of the men in scarlet armor in the back, then dove for cover as the shuttle’s laser cannons sprayed the hangar with bolts. He felt the hot backblast of the shuttle’s maneuvering jets as it lifted off, then emptied the blaster’s power cell by pumping shot after shot into the vanishing shuttle’s shields.

Vorru tossed the useless blaster aside and rose from the floor. “She probably thinks I’m stuck here, but I’d have been as stupid as she is if I only had one bolt hole.” He toed one of the Royal Guards, then flipped the body over and pulled the blaster carbine it had been lying on from the floor. “I will survive this, Ysanne Isard, if for no other reason than to make you pay for the trouble you’ve given me.”

As Corran’s X-wing raced in on the
Lusankya
, the Super Star Destroyer began to roll. “Lead, what do we do?”

“Stay on target. We may not be edge-on anymore, but we can hit the guns from below. Commence weave, thirty seconds to firing position.”

Corran rolled his fighter to starboard, opening up some room between himself and Ooryl. He pulled back on his stick and nudged it to port, throwing the X-wing into a spiral the pilots referred to as a weave. The fighter’s movements were not wholly regular, making it all but impossible for the
Lusankya
’s gunners to get a good shot at them.
Of course, one good shot with those heavy turbolasers and all the bacta in the galaxy couldn’t help me
.

The
Lusankya
’s heavy weapons filled the void with countless bolts of green laser energy. The shots spiraled out as crews tried in vain to target the incoming snubfighters. Corran studied the bases of the cones, mentally recording the location of each battery.
Those are what make this mountain of metal dangerous. Destroy them and it’s just a big box in space
.

Despite the spiral, getting a target lock on the
Lusankya
was not hard at all. Corran shifted his weapon’s-control over to proton torpedoes and linked them for dual-fire. The box at the center of his head-up display went red immediately and Whistler sounded a constant tone indicating target lock. “Good, Whistler, good.” He punched a button on his communication console that started green, then quickly shifted to red.

“Nine has double-lock. I’m firing.”

“Launch, Nine, then get clear.”

“As ordered, Lead.” Corran pulled the trigger on his stick and watched two proton torpedoes streak away at their target. “Pull the
Lusankya
’s fangs and hope we don’t get gummed to death on the way out.”

38

Drysso stared down at his aide. “How many incoming torpedo tracks, Lieutenant Waroen?”

“Twenty, sir.”

Two per X-wing. Survivable
. “You see, only twenty.”

“Wait, sir. I have twenty-four.”

“No matter.”

“Now I have forty, no, eighty. Eight zero.”

Drysso’s jaw dropped as he saw a nova flare blossom up over the horizon of his starboard bow. The shields held for a second or two, then collapsed. Warning sirens started shrieking on the bridge as multiple torpedo and missile hits exploded six kilometers away on the ship’s bow. The brilliant fire gnawed at the clean lines of his ship, shattering armor plates and triggering dozens of secondary and tertiary explosions.

Even before the tremors reached the bridge, Drysso started shouting orders. “Waroen, kill those sirens. Give me damage control reports. Guns, what have you lost and why haven’t you gotten me the
Freedom
yet?”

Waroen’s voice rose above the din. “Captain, we have full bow shield collapse.”

“How did they get that many missiles off, Lieutenant?”

“Sir, I don’t know, sir.”

“Sithspawn! Find out how!” Drysso watched as the
Freedom
fired down at the Super Star Destroyer. Salvos of red turbolaser bolts pulsed out from the smaller ship, savaging the
Lusankya
’s unprotected bow. Vaporized armor immediately condensed into metal clouds that hid the full extent of the damage done, but Drysso had no hopes that his bow would look like anything but a blackened, battered lump.
Still, that damage is nothing compared to what we can do
.

Over a hundred starboard ion cannons fired back at the
Freedom
in a display so massive it appeared as if sheets of blue energy had erupted from the
Lusankya
’s side. The Imperial Star Destroyer’s shields imploded, leaving azure lightning to skip and arc all over the ship’s surface. Drysso saw secondary explosions ripple through the smaller ship’s port gun decks, letting him know the
Freedom
had been badly hurt.

“Captain, I’ve lost fifteen percent of my starboard firepower.”

“Thank you, Guns. Lieutenant Waroen, where did those missiles come from?”

“The freighters, sir, they’re launching missiles that appear to be using the starfighter telemetry to target us.” Waroen glanced at his monitors. “Sir, I can reestablish the bow shield, but it will lower our protection elsewhere.”

“Do it, Waroen. Guns, forget the
Freedom
. Kill the freighters.” Drysso clasped his hands at the small of his back. “The freighters are our main threat now. Kill them, and this battle is over.”

Tycho Celchu rolled his X-wing to port, then pulled back on his stick. He cruised in on the tail of a TIE fighter and pulled the trigger. Two bursts of dual-fire lasers shot out, stabbing deep into the engine assembly. He rolled quickly to starboard and dove, clearing the exploding TIE’s blast radius.

“You still with me, Eight?”

Nawara Ven’s voice came back a little less calm than Tycho would have wanted. “With you, Seven, just barely.”

“New flight, Eight, then our second run on the
Lusankya
. You take lead.”

“As ordered, Seven.”

Tycho throttled back a bit to let Nawara Ven pass him, then he sideslipped to the left and took up a position in Nawara’s port aft arc. Coming back off the first run on the Super Star Destroyer, the X-wings had boiled into the fourth TIE flight. Between them and the Twi’lek
Chir’daki
, the TIEs never had a chance. As they closed on the fifth flight, it lost unit cohesion as four of the pilots pulled away and headed back toward the incoming Interceptors.

“Only eight out there, Nawara. Choose your target carefully.”

“Got one in mind, Seven.” Nawara’s X-wing remained straight and level as it raced in toward the TIEs.

Tycho began to wince.
Head-to-head is usually a winner for us, but it burns some shields. In this environment, I’m not so sure that’s wise
.

Nawara’s X-wing snap-rolled up onto the starboard stabilizer foils, then fired four dual bursts of lasers at its target. The first two missed wide, as did the TIE’s return fire, but the last two hit the TIE dead on. Two of the bolts sheered the starboard solar panel in half while the other two peeled back the flesh of the cockpit. The TIE started a crazy tumble through space, and suddenly Tycho found himself through the line of TIEs and clear to run on the
Lusankya
.

“Lead, Seven and Eight are going in.”

“I copy, Seven.”

Tycho rolled left to give Nawara more room, then put his ship into a weave. Coming in at the
Lusankya
from the front, he dropped his aiming reticle on the blackened portion of the ship’s bow. Guttering flames indicated places where the ship was leaking atmosphere. Tycho picked a particularly bright torch as his aim point. He shifted over to missiles and immediately got a keening target lock tone from his astromech. Seconds later he got a red light from his telemetry transponder.

“Double-lock for Seven. Two away.” He pulled the trigger, sending two proton torpedoes streaking on jets of blue
flame at the
Lusankya
. From all around the larger ship other blue lights suddenly ignited and began to cruise in toward the point Tycho had targeted.

From the very beginning of their operations, Wedge and Tycho had agreed that the only way they could defeat the
Lusankya
was to overwhelm it with proton torpedoes and concussion missiles. The problem they had was that to do the job correctly they would require twelve or more X-wing squadrons—squadrons they didn’t have. Taking a lesson from the conquest of Coruscant, they decided that freighters equipped with launchers and missiles would give them the launching platforms they needed. By slaving the freighters’ missiles to the X-wing telemetry, they eliminated the need for target acquisition sensors on the freighters—the use of which would have immediately designated the freighters as targets for the
Lusankya
.