Allegiance (56 page)

Hobbie closed his eyes again. He would have preferred the explosion.

“
Just had to get a few shots.
” Janson’s grin was positively wicked. “
You look like some kind of weird cross between a starfighter pilot and a Batravian gumplucker.
”

Hobbie shook his head exhaustedly; dealing with Janson’s pathetic excuse for a sense of humor always made him tired. “Wes, I don’t even know what that is.”

“
Sure you do, Hobbie. A starfighter pilot is a guy who flies an X-wing without getting blown up. Check the Basic Dictionary. Though I can understand how you’d get confused.
”

“No, I mean the—” Hobbie bit his lip hard enough that he tasted blood. “Um, Wes?”

“
Yeah, buddy
?”

“Have I told you today how much I really, really hate you?”

“
Oh, sure—your lips say ‘I hate you,’ but your eyes say—
”

“That someday I’ll murder you in your sleep?”

Janson chuckled. “
More or less.
”

“It’s all over, huh?”

“
This part is. Most of ’em got away.
”

“How many’d we lose?”

“
Just Eight and Eleven. But Avan and Feylis ejected clean. Nothing a couple weeks in a bacta tank won’t cure. And then there’s my Batravian gumplucker wingman …
”

“
You’re
the wingman, knucklehead. Maybe I should say, wing
nut.
” Hobbie sighed again. “I guess Wedge is happy, anyway. Everything’s proceeding according to plan …”

“
I HATE when you say that.
”

“Yeah? How come?”

“
Don’t know. It just … gives me the whingeing jimmies. Let me get this tow cable attached, and you might as well sleep; it’s a long cruise to the PRP.
”

“Suits me just fine,” Hobbie said, closing his eyes again. “I have this dream I really want to get back to …”

“G
OOD JOB
, W
EDGE.”
G
ENERAL
L
ANDO
C
ALRISSIAN
, commander of Special Operations for the New Republic, nodded grave approval toward the flickering bluish holoform of Wedge Antilles that hovered a centimeter above his console. “No casualties?”

“
Nothing serious, General. Hobbie—Lieutenant Klivian—needs another left hand …
”

Lando smiled. “How many does that make, all told?”

“
I’ve lost count. How’s it going on your end
?”

“Good and less than good.” Lando punched up his readout of the tracking report. “Looks like our marauders are based in the Taspan system.”

Wedge’s brilliant plan had become brilliant entirely by necessity; the usual method of locating a hidden marauder base—subjecting a captured pilot or two to a neural probe—had turned out to be much more difficult than anyone could have anticipated. Shadowspawn seemed very determined to maintain his privacy; through dozens of raids over nearly two months, many deep inside Republic territory and costing thousands of civilian lives, not one of Shadowspawn’s marauders had ever been taken alive.

This was more than a simple refusal to surrender, though the marauders had shown a distressing tendency, when they found themselves in imminent danger, to shout out words to the effect of
For Shadowspawn and the Empire! Forward the Restoration!
and blow themselves up. Forensic engineers examining wreckage of destroyed TIE Defenders hypothesized that the starfighters were equipped with some unexplained type of deadman interlock, which would destroy the ship—and obliterate the pilot—even if the pilot merely lost consciousness.

The brilliant part of Wedge’s brilliant plan had been to conceal hundreds of thousands of miniature solidstate transponders among the flechettes inside Rogue Squadron’s custom-made torpedoes, before giving the marauders a fairly decent pasting and letting the rest escape. Unlike ordinary tracking devices, these transponders gave off no signal of their own—thus requiring no power supply, and rendering them effectively undetectable. These transponders were entirely inert until triggered by a very specific subspace signal, which they then echoed in a very specific way. And since the only transponders of this very specific type in the entire galaxy were loaded in Rogue Squadron’s torpedo tubes, drifting at the ambush point in deep space along the Corellian Run, and lodged in various parts of the armored hulls of a certain group of TIE Defenders, locating the system to which said Defenders had fled was actually not complicated at all.

Wedge’s holoform took on a vaguely puzzled look. “
Taspan. Sounds familiar, but I can’t place it …
”

“The Inner Rim, off the Hydian Way.”

“
That would be the less-than-good part.
”

“Yeah. No straight lanes in or out—and most of the legs run through systems still held by Imperials.”

“
Almost makes you wish for one of Palpatine’s old planet-killers.
”

“Almost.” Lando’s smile had faded, and he didn’t sound like he was joking. “The Empire had a weapons facility on Taspan II—it’s where they tested their various designs of gravity-well projectors—”

“
That’s it!
” The image snapped its fingers silently, the sound eliminated by the holoprojector’s noise filter. “
The Big Crush!
”

Lando nodded. “The Big Crush.”

“
I heard there was nothing left at Taspan but an asteroid field, like the Graveyard of Alderaan.
”

“There’s an inner planet—Taspan I is a minor resort world called Mindor. Not well known, but really beautiful; my parents had a summer house there when I was a kid.”

“
Any progress on this Shadowspawn character himself
?”

“We’ve only managed to determine that no one by that name was ever registered as an Imperial official. Clearly an assumed identity.”

“
The guy’s got to be some kind of nutjob.
”

“I doubt it. His choice of base is positively inspired; the debris from the Big Crush hasn’t had time to settle into stable orbits.”

“
So it
is
like the Graveyard of Alderaan.
”

“It’s worse, Wedge. A
lot
worse.”

Wedge’s image appeared to be giving a low whistle; the holoprojector’s noise filter screened it out. “
Sounds ugly. How are we supposed to get at them
?”

“You’re not.” Lando took a deep breath before continuing. “This is exactly the type of situation for which we developed the Rapid Response Task Force.”

Wedge’s image gave a slow, understanding nod. “
Hit ’em with our Big Stick, then. Slap ’em good and run like hell.
”

“It’s the best shot we’ve got.”

“
You’re probably right; you usually are. But it’ll sting, to not be there.
”

“Right enough. But we have other problems—and the RRTF is in very capable hands.”

“
Got that right.
” Wedge suddenly grinned. “
Speaking of those capable hands, pass along my regards to General Skywalker, will you
?”

“I will do that, Wedge. I will indeed.”

The destruction of the second Death Star and the death of Emperor Palpatine—the climactic conclusion of
Return of the Jedi
—has shaken the Empire to its core. While the remnant of the loyal Imperials settles in for a long, drawn-out last stand, the victorious Rebel Alliance and its supporters found a galactic governing authority they name the New Republic. Troops and warships are donated to the cause, as New Republic military leaders forge plans to seize Imperial fortress worlds, invade the Core Worlds, and retake Coruscant itself. Eventually, the Imperial Remnant is pushed back to a small part of the Outer Rim, and the New Republic is finally able to focus on restoring just and democratic government to the galaxy.

At last the heroes of the Rebellion are free to pursue their own lives. Han and Leia marry … but before the birth of their twins, Jacen and Jaina, the galaxy is once again torn asunder by war, as the Imperial forces—under the control of military mastermind Grand Admiral Thrawn—step up their campaign of raids against the New Republic. Even after Thrawn is defeated, the Imperial forces forge on, harrying the New Republic and Luke’s nascent Jedi academy—the start of Luke’s dream to rebuild the Jedi Order from the ground up. Plagues, insurrections, and rogue warlords add to the chaos and push the New Republic back a step for every two steps it takes forward in its quest for peace and prosperity for all. Meanwhile, Leia becomes Chief of State of the New Republic, and the Solos’ third child, a boy they name Anakin, after his grandfather, is born; Luke has met Mara Jade, a secret dark side apprentice to the Emperor whom he helps bring into the light, and the two subsequently fall in love and marry.

Finally, after a series of further setbacks and plots against the young galactic government and Luke’s Jedi, a peace treaty formally ends the long conflict between the New Republic and the remnants of the Empire. The events of these years are the answer to the question … “What happened after the movies?”

If you’re a reader looking to dive into the New Republic era, here are three great starting points:

Read on for an excerpt from a
Star Wars Legends
novel set in the New Republic era.

You’re good, Corran, but you’re no Luke Skywalker
. Corran Horn’s cheeks still burned at the memory of Commander Antilles’s evaluation of his last simulator exercise. The line had been a simple comment, not meant to be cruel nor delivered that way, but it cut deep into Corran.
I’ve never tried to suggest I’m
that
good of a pilot
.

He shook his head.
No, you just wanted it to be self-evident and easily recognized by everyone around you
. Reaching out he flicked the starter switches for the X-wing simulator’s engines. “Green One has four starts and is go.” All around him in the cockpit various switches, buttons, and monitors flashed to life. “Primary and secondary power is at full.”

Ooryl Qrygg, his Gand wingman, reported similar start-up success in a high-pitched voice. “Green Two is operational.”

Green Three and Four checked in, then the external screens came alive projecting an empty starfield. “Whistler, have you finished the navigation calculations?”

The green and white R2 unit seated behind Corran hooted, then the navdata spilled out over Corran’s main monitor. He punched a button sending the same coordinates out to the other pilots in Green Flight. “Go to light speed and rendezvous on the
Redemption.
”

As Corran engaged the X-wing’s hyperdrive, the stars elongated themselves into white cylinders, then snapped back into pinpoints and began to revolve slowly, transforming themselves into a tunnel of white light. Corran fought the urge to use the stick to compensate for the roll. In space, and especially hyperspace, up and down were relative. How his ship moved through hyperspace didn’t really matter—as long as it remained on the course Whistler had calculated and had attained sufficient velocity before entering hyperspace, he’d arrive intact.

Flying into a black hole would actually make this run easier
. Every pilot dreaded the
Redemption
run. The scenario was based on an Imperial attack on evacuation ships back before the first Death Star had been destroyed. While the
Redemption
waited for three Medevac shuttles and the corvette
Korolev
to dock and off-load wounded, the Imperial frigate
Warspite
danced around the system and dumped out TIE fighters and added bombers to the mix to do as much damage as they could.

The bombers, with a full load of missiles, could do a
lot
of damage. All the pilots called the
Redemption
scenario by another name: the
Requiem
scenario. The
Warspite
would only deploy four starfighters and a half-dozen bombers—known in pilot slang as “eyeballs” and “dupes” respectively—but it would do so in a pattern that made it all but impossible for the pilots to save the
Korolev
. The corvette was just one big target, and the TIE bombers had no trouble unloading all their missiles into it.