X-Wing: Pirates Fall
Chapter Three
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Veldan Synak cut off the holo projector and smiled.
He had just been talking to Booster Terrik about a business venture he wanted some help with. What that bucket of dewback drool actually meant, was that he wanted Veldan’s trading fleet to help provide the New Republic with information about the pirates in the Corellian sector.
Well, he thought, stroking the dark beard on his chin. Won’t he get a shock when I, on my own, stop some of the raiders, only to stab him in the back.
Veldan got out of his seat and stood next to his communications officer, a Rodian.
"Pifta, contact the Serpentine and tell Captain Renfrew to meet up with Raider group. Tell him to be very...creative."
His escort fleet contained nothing very unusual. A couple of blockade-runners; some Dreadnaughts and a few Marauder class corvettes. His personal ship, Sword of Cyclops, was a Victory class Star Destroyer I, perfect for his needs.
Veldan strode towards a private comm-booth, his officers avoiding the amber, feline stare from his remaining eye.
He slid his long, black form into the privacy field and stared intently at the violet-eyed woman as her image materialized.
"What is it, Cyclops?" the petite woman asked, brushing a lock of black hair from her face.
"Admiral." He saluted her with one, dark-skinned hand. "Terrik has just contacted me with his proposition. I have agreed, and will thwart an attack to gain his trust."
"Excellent," she replied, smiling slyly. "But I, it seems, have some information for you. It seems that the Rogues' support may be in their so-called secret Antalis Base in the Golden Sea. If harassed, that is where they will hide. Start modifying some ships to operate underwater." The former Imperial Moff nodded curtly.
"That will be all. Admiral out."
Veldan stood there, idly fingering the metal plate that covered the mangled remains of his right eye. The P’chen land shark that had made the twin slashes across his face had paid for its indulgence with its life.
He would get Antilles back for the death of his family on Qretu 5. And Horn. And the others.
They would pay tenfold.
Copyright 2002 by Anthony Adler.
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