Star Wars - X-Wing - Starfighters of Adumar by Aaron Allston

Author:Aaron Allston
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2012-05-16T11:03:09+00:00

9

The rest of the day offered hopeful news, and more than once.

By the time Wedge and Janson, joined by Hobbie, found a dining

establishment where a small private room would afford them a certain amount of

peace, the verdict was in on Cheriss. "She'll make it," Tycho explained via

comlink. "She's responding well to the bacta and should be released in a day,

maybe less."

"Good," Wedge said. "Make sure the medical staff knows to notify me when

they're to release her. I want to be there as a friendly face when they cut

her loose." "Will do."

"And get down here. We have plenty to do today." "Have you ever thought

about sleeping, boss?" Wedge grinned. "Which is, exactly, what?" "Sort of like

being shot until you're unconscious, except there's no bacta, and you often

end up feeling better than when you started."

"Sounds good. I'll give it a try someday. Call in when you reach

groundside. Out." Wedge folded up his headset and returned his attention to

the menu, a flexible flatscreen that showed the evening's available dishes as

a series of animations running around the screen engaged in blastsword duels

with one another. "I don't think I want to eat anything that looks like it

wants to cut its way back out of me."

Hobbie gave him a dubious look. "Did you say we had plenty to do still?"

Wedge nodded.

"What, exactly?"

"We're going to try to subvert an Imperial admiral."

"Oh," Hobbie said. "Something easy. While you're doing that, why don't

Wes and I smuggle ourselves aboard Agonizer and destroy her with thrown rocks?

"

Wedge gave him a grin. "With the right toolssay, a hundred thousand

Ewoks and a month to prepareyou could probably do that. In the meantime, we

have the right tools to subvert our Imperial admiral."

"What tools?"

"Oh, Wes's maturity, your optimism, and my diplomatic skills."

Hobbie buried his face in his hands. "We're doomed."

Though he picked up a more powerful comlink from his quarters, Wedge kept

its power output turned low, so that his signal could not possibly carry as

far as Agonizer or even the nearest Cartann city. And every half hour, he or

one of his pilots put in a call for Admiral Rogriss.

Shortly after Adumar's sun sank and the first of her two moons rose, he

got an answer and arranged an appointment.

An hour later, he stood alone at the periphery of a Cartann plazanot the

one where he and his pilots had landed, days ago, but another of the same size

some distance away. Its central feature was a large fountain; at its center

was a round island of something like duracrete supporting a sculpture made of

some brassy metal. The sculpture showed the perator in his younger days,

wearing a Blade fighter-craft pilot's suit, waving to a crowd that was not

present at this hour; behind him was a semicircle of seven fungus-shaped

explosion clouds, representing, Wedge assumed, seven military campaigns or

bombing runs.

Admiral Rogriss was not too long in coming. Wedge saw two silhouettes

approaching from the opposite side of the plaza; one, larger, stayed back in

the vicinity of the fountains, while the other moved unsteadily forward toward

Wedge. Soon enough, moonlight illuminated his features, revealing him to be

the admiral.

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