The Last Command (24 page)

“We’ll be right there,” Karrde told him. “Make sure the turbolasers are manned—no telling what we’re going to run into.”

“Right,” Dankin said. “Out.”

Karrde tapped off the intercom and keyed off the desk’s decrypters. “He sounds tired,” Aves commented from the other side of the desk as he put down his data pad.

“Almost as tired as you look,” Karrde said, giving the display he’d been studying one last scan before shutting it down as well. The report from his people on Anchoron, like the others before it: all negative. “It must be too long since we’ve had to pull double shifts,” he added to Aves. “No one’s used to it anymore. I’ll have to include that in future training exercises.”

“I’m sure the crew will love it,” Aves said dryly. “We’d hate to have people think we were soft.”

“Contrary to our image,” Karrde agreed, standing up. “Let’s go; we’ll finish sorting through these later.”

“For all the good it’ll do,” Aves grunted. “Are you absolutely sure those were clones Skywalker spotted on Berchest?”

“Skywalker was sure,” Karrde said as they left the office and headed for the bridge. “I trust you’re not suggesting the noble Jedi would have lied to me.”

“Not lied, no,” Aves shook his head. “I’m just wondering if the whole thing could have been a setup. Something Thrawn deliberately dangled in front of you to put us off the real pipeline.”

“That thought has occurred to me,” Karrde agreed. “Even given Governor Staffa’s indebtedness to us, we seemed to get in and out of the system just that little bit too easily.”

“You didn’t mention these reservations when you were passing out search assignments back at Chazwa.”

“I’m sure similar thoughts have already occurred to each of the others,” Karrde assured him. “Just as the thought has undoubtedly occurred to them that if there’s an Imperial agent among us we should do our best to keep him believing we’re buying Grand Admiral Thrawn’s deception. If it
is
a deception.”

“
And
if there’s an Imperial agent in the group,” Aves said.

Karrde smiled. ” ‘If we had some bruallki, we could have bruallki and Menkooro—”

“—if we had some Menkooro,’ ” Aves finished the old saying. “You still think Ferrier’s working for Thrawn, don’t you.”

Karrde shrugged. “It’s only his word against Solo’s that he wasn’t a willing agent of the Empire in the
Katana-
fleet business.”

“That why you had Torve take that assault shuttle off to the Roche system?”

“Right,” Karrde nodded, wishing briefly that Mara was here. Aves was a good enough man, but he needed things laid out in front of him that Mara would have instantly picked up on her own. “I know a couple of Verpine out there who owe me a favor. If the assault shuttle is rigged in any way, they’ll find it.”

The door to the bridge slid open and they stepped inside. “Status?” Karrde asked as he glanced through the viewport at the mottled sky of hyperspace rolling past.

“All systems showing ready,” Dankin said, yielding the helm seat to Aves. “Balig, Lachton, and Corvis are at the turbolasers.”

“Thank you,” Karrde said, sitting down beside Aves at the copilot station. “Stick around, Dankin; you’re going to be captain today.”

“I’m honored,” Dankin said wryly, stepping over to the comm station and sitting down.

“What do you suppose this is all about?” Aves asked as he got the ship ready for breakout.

“No idea,” Karrde admitted. “According to Par’tah, all Mazzic would say was that I might want to come by Bilbringi after our rendezvous with the others at Chazwa.”

“Probably the eye-catching lesson for the Empire he and Ellor were talking about at Trogan,” Aves said heavily. “I don’t think I’m going to like this.”

“Just remember that whatever happens we’re innocent bystanders,” Karrde reminded him. “An incoming freighter with an authorized delivery schedule and a cargo of Koensayr power converters. Perfectly legitimate.”

“As long as they don’t look too close at any of it,” Aves said, “Okay, here we go.” He eased the hyperdrive levers forward, and the starlines appeared and collapsed again into a background of stars.

A background of stars, half-completed ships, service and construction vessels, and floating dockyard platforms. And, almost directly ahead of the
Wild Karrde
, a massive Golan II battle station bristling with armament.

They had arrived at the Imperial Shipyards of Bilbringi.

Dankin whistled softly. “Look at all that new construction,” he said, his voice awed. “They aren’t kidding around, are they?”

“No, they’re not,” Karrde agreed. “Nor are they kidding around at Ord Trasi or Yaga Minor.” And if Thrawn was putting half as much effort into his cloning operation as he was into warship construction—

“Incoming freighter, this is Bilbringi Control,” an official-sounding voice from the comm cut him off. “Identify yourself and your home port and state your business.”

“Dankin?” Karrde murmured.

Dankin nodded. “Freighter
Hab Camber
, out of Valrar,” he said briskly into the comm. “Captain Abel Quiller in command. Carrying a shipment of power converters for Dock Forty-seven.”

“Acknowledged,” the controller said. “Stand by for confirmation.”

Aves tapped Karrde on the arm and pointed to the battle station ahead. “They’re launching an assault shuttle,” he said.

And launching it in the
Wild Karrde
‘s direction. “Hold course,” Karrde told him quietly. “They may just be seeing how nervous we are.”

“Or else they’re expecting trouble,” Aves countered.

“Or are cleaning up after it,” Dankin put in. “If Mazzic’s already been here—”

“Freighter
Hab Camber
, you’re ordered to hold position there,” the controller broke in. “An inspection team is on its way to examine your shipment order.”

Dankin keyed the comm. “Why, what’s wrong with it?” he asked with just the right mixture of puzzlement and annoyance. “Look, I’ve got a business to run here—I haven’t got time for any bureaucratic nonsense.”

“If you’d prefer, we can arrange to end all your scheduling problems right here and now,” the controller offered in a nasty voice. “If that doesn’t appeal to you, I’d suggest you prepare to receive boarders.”

“Acknowledged, Control,” Dankin growled. “I just hope they’re fast.”

“Control out.”

Dankin looked at Karrde. “Now what?”

“We prepare to receive boarders,” Karrde said, letting his gaze sweep across the expanse of the shipyards. If Mazzic was keeping to the tentative schedule he’d given Par’tah, he ought to be showing up sometime soon.

He paused. “Aves, get me a reading on those,” he said, pointing to a cluster of dark irregular spots drifting near the center of the shipyard area. “They don’t look like ships to me.”

“They’re not,” Aves confirmed a few seconds later. “Look to be midsize asteroids—maybe forty meters across each. I make the count… twenty-two of them.”

“Odd,” Karrde said, frowning at the sensor-focus display Aves had pulled up. There were over thirty small support craft in the area, he saw, with what seemed to be a similar number of maintenance-suited workers moving around the asteroids. “I wonder what the Imperials are doing with that many asteroids.”

“Could be mining them,” Aves suggested hesitantly. “I’ve never heard of anyone hauling the whole asteroid to a shipyard, though.”

“Neither have I,” Karrde nodded. “It’s just a thought… but I wonder if they could have something to do with Thrawn’s magic superweapon. The one he hit Ukio and Woostri with.”

“That might explain the heavy security,” Aves said. “Speaking of which, that assault shuttle’s still coming. Are we going to let them board?”

“Unless you’d rather turn and run, I don’t see many alternatives,” Karrde said. “Dankin, how much scrutiny can our delivery schedule handle?”

“It can stand a lot,” Dankin said slowly. “Depends a little on if they suspect something or if they’re just being careful. Karrde, take a look about forty degrees to portside. That half-finished Imperial Star Destroyer—see it?”

Karrde swiveled in his seat. The Star Destroyer was, in fact, considerably more than half finished, with only the command superstructure and sections of the forward bastion ridgeline left to add. “I see it,” he said. “What about it?”

“There seems to be some activity around—”

And in midsentence, the starboard flank of the Star Destroyer blew up.

Aves whistled in startled awe. “Scratch one warship,” he said as a section of the forward hull followed the flank to fiery oblivion. “Mazzic, you think?”

“I don’t think there’s any doubt,” Karrde said, keying his main display for a closer view. For a moment, silhouetted against the boiling flames, he caught a glimpse of a half-dozen freighter-sized craft angling swiftly toward the shipyard perimeter. “I also think they may have cut things a bit too fine,” he added, looking up again at the Star Destroyer. A group of disaster-control craft were already swarming in toward the burning ship, three squadrons of
TIE
fighters right behind them.

And then, abruptly, the focal point of the incoming fighter cloud shifted from the Star Destroyer to the vector the escaping freighters had taken. “They’ve been spotted,” Karrde said grimly, giving the situation a quick assessment. Mazzic’s group was outnumbered and outgunned, an imbalance that would likely get worse before they could get far enough out from the shipyard clutter to make their escape to hyperspace. The
Wild Karrde
‘s three turbolasers would go a long way toward evening those odds; unfortunately, the center of action was too far away for them to make any significant difference to the outcome.

“We going to help him out?” Aves murmured.

“By all rights, we shouldn’t lift a finger,” Karrde told him, keying the nav computer to start their own lightspeed calculation and tapping the intercom. “Helping to salvage careless tactical planning only encourages more of the same. But I suppose we can’t just sit here. Corvis?”

“Here,” Corvis’s voice came.

“On my command you’re to open fire on that approaching assault shuttle,” Karrde ordered. “Balig and Lachton, you’ll target the battle station. See how much chaos we can cause. At the same time, Aves, you’ll bring us around onto a vector of—”

“Wait a minute, Karrde,” Dankin cut him off. “There—fifty degrees portside.”

Karrde looked. There, straddling the same vector Mazzic’s sabotage crew was escaping along, a pair of Corellian Gunships had shot in from hyperspace. A formation of
TIE
fighters that had been sweeping in from approximately that direction swerved to intercept, and were promptly blown into flaming dust. “Well, well,” Karrde said. “Perhaps Mazzic’s tactics aren’t as bad as I’d thought.”

“That’s got to be Ellor’s people,” Aves said.

Karrde nodded. “Agreed. Corellian Gunships are a bit out of Mazzic’s style—certainly out of his budget. It’s a strategy that would certainly appeal to the legendary Duros cultural recklessness.”

“I’d have thought Corellian Gunships would be a strain on Ellor’s budget, too,” Dankin commented. “You think he stole them from the New Republic?”

” ‘Stole’ is such a harsh word,” Karrde chided mildly. “I expect he considers them merely an informal loan. New Republic ships often use the line of Duros maintenance depots scattered through the Trade Spine, and Ellor has a silent interest in several of them.”

“I bet there’ll be some complaints about the service this time around,” Aves said dryly. “By the way, are we still planning to hit that assault shuttle?”

Karrde had almost forgotten about that. “No, actually. Corvis, Balig, Lachton—power down those turbolasers. Everyone else: stand down from alert and prepare to receive Imperial inspectors.”

He got acknowledgments, and turned back to find Aves staring at him. “We’re not going to run?” the other asked carefully. “Not even after that?” He nodded toward the firefight blazing off to portside.

“What’s happening out there has absolutely nothing to do with us,” Karrde said, giving the other his best innocent look. “We’re an independent freighter with a cargo of power converters. Remember?”

“Yeah, but—”

“More to the point, it might be useful to see what happens in the aftermath of this raid,” Karrde went on, gazing back at the ships. With their immediate exit vector being covered by Ellor’s gunships, and with the yards’ capital ships too far away to reach them in time, the raiders looked well on their way to a relatively clean escape. “Listen to their communications traffic, watch their cleanup and postraid security adjustments, get an assessment of how much damage was actually done. That sort of thing.” Aves didn’t look convinced, but he knew better than to argue the point. “If you think we can pull it off,” he said doubtfully. “I mean, with the bounty on us and all.”

“This is the last place an Imperial commander would expect us to show up,” Karrde assured him. “Hence, no one here will be watching for us.”

“Certainly not on a ship under the command of Captain Abel Quiller,” Dankin said, unstrapping and standing up. “Impatient and bombastic, right?”

“Right,” Karrde said. “But don’t overdo the bombastic part. We don’t want any hostility toward you, just contempt.”

“Got it,” Dankin nodded.

He left the bridge, and Karrde turned back to gaze at the smoldering wreckage of the now stillborn Star Destroyer. An eye-catching lesson, indeed, and one that Karrde would have argued strongly against if Mazzic and Ellor had asked his advice. But they hadn’t, and they’d gone ahead and done it.

And now the lot was even more strongly cast than it had been after Trogan. Because Grand Admiral Thrawn would not let this go by without a swift and violent response. And if he could trace the attack back to Mazzic… and from there back to him…

“We’re not going to be able to stop here,” he murmured, half to himself. “We’re going to have to organize. All of us.”

“What?” Aves asked.

Karrde focused on him. On that open and puzzled face, clever in its own way but neither brilliant nor intuitive. “Never mind,” he told the other, smiling to take any possible sting out of the words.