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Corran ducked, the blaster bolt blackening the bulkhead where his head had been milliseconds before. The squadron’s leave on Danton IV had been doomed from the start. Rioters had blockaded the spaceport the Rogues had landed in and many of them had procured blasters and primitive shotguns. Mirax, who was supposed to be meeting Corran at a private landing field, had contacted the Rogues only to be cut off when an ion charge fried Tycho’s commlink. As none of the Rogues had blasters (regulations meant that "military personal may not carry firearms on civilian leave unless given permission by their commanding officer") there was little they could do to defend themselves. However, as Luke Skywalker had once said:
"A lightsabre is not just a weapon, but also a symbol of office." Corran unhooked the salvaged speederbike throttle from his belt and thumbed the switch two thirds of the way up the shaft. At his command, the white blade sprang to life.
The rioters must think that there is no way for those trapped to get out. But then again, the impossible is what Rogue Squadron does best.As he stepped over the shards of transparisteel from the skylight, Corran said:
"This is Keiran Halcyon, Jedi Knight of the New Republic. Please surrender your weapons or face the consequences."
A salvo of blaster bolts was his only answer.
Chapter One
Wedge winced as he rubbed the bruise on his shoulder. It still hurt, even though the stun baton had grazed it over five hours ago.
"How in the Force did these uprisings happen without your spooks finding out about it?" Wedge snarled at the hologram of General Cracken, the current head of New Republic Intelligence. "As it is, I lost two pilots down there, Lieutenants Faranoc and da Schoona, and if Mirax and Booster Terrik hadn’t evacced the squadron none of us would have made it out alive." Wedge saw the older man’s eyes narrow at the mention of Booster Terrik, a smuggler who had the helm of an Imperial class Star Destroyer II that had been captured in the Thyfferra campaign that he had named the Errant Venture.
"Well, my ahem spooks, did manage to discover that someone has orchestrated these attacks and is stirring up trouble elsewhere in the sector. So far the disruption has only been around the fringes of the sector, but we reckon that the targets are actually the Five Brothers themselves.
"The Council has decided to send in a taskforce led by Generals Bel Iblis and Solo, which will include the Rogues, to stop whoever’s behind all this. I’ve also asked some of our more, um, erratic allies to keep their eyes peeled. You’re going to be based in Coronet City, and will liaise with the local forces. You’ve got twelve hours of downtime before you ship out to Corellia, where you can get your new pilots. Cracken out."
Wedge slumped back in the nerf-hide chair and yelped when a large hand descended on his already injured shoulder.
"Wedge, stop beating yourself up over losing Jaram and Nev. It wasn’t your fault." Wedge looked up sadly into Booster Terrik’s mismatched eyes.
"I just can’t stop wondering whether there was something I could have done that would have kept them alive." He clenched his fists and then breathed deeply. "Whoever did this is going to pay."
"You’re right Wedge. They are gonna pay. The Errant Venture is gonna be in this system, so if you need us, we’re only a comm call away."
"Thanks Booster." So Booster’s on Cracken’s list of friends, eh? If he’s forgiven Booster, then I reckon he’d have forgiven Karrde too, but I wouldn’t bet my X-wing on it. "I just hope that I wont have to make that call."