Star Wars: Legacy of the Force: Revelation by Karen Traviss

Author:Karen Traviss
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub, mobi
Tags: Solo, Luke (Fictitious character), Space Opera, Star Wars fiction, Fiction, Science fiction, Skywalker, Jaina (Fictitious character), Adventure, Jacen (Fictitious Character), General, Media Tie-In
ISBN: 9780345477576
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Published: 2008-02-26T08:00:00+00:00

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ADMIRAL'S DAY CABIN, IMPERIAL STAR DESTROYER BLOODFIN; RAVELIN

DOCKYARD, BASTION

"How many years?" Pellaeon asked. "And I can't get over how lovely you still are. You've worn very well."

Daala drummed her fingers in the exact rhythm he'd transmitted as the emergency call. She smiled; a real smile, genuine warmth. "You called. I promised you I'd always come if you used that code, just like Daerkaer. What's the problem?"

"The Galactic Alliance."

"Yes, Jacen Solo, unhindered by Admiral Niathal. Going for the galactic record for the fastest plunge into bloody anarchy and most stylish black outfit. So, are you all dressed up to go to Fondor?"

This was why Pellaeon was happy to admit that he was in awe of her.

Daala had vanished for-what, twenty years? Twenty-five? And she still had up-to-date intelligence. He'd lost count of the times she'd been written off, apparently defeated, even presumed killed, but still kept coming back to put a serious dent in the New Republic. It was almost thrilling to watch her beat the odds so consis-tently, even when she was a threat.

And as far as Pellaeon was concerned, she still held an Imperial commission. "Impressive. Most impressive."

Daala laughed. "You never could quite do the voice, but the intonation is perfect." She reached across the gap between their chairs and patted his hand, still the accom-plished seducer; not in a coy, subservient way, but with the absolute confidence of someone with real physical power who just happened to be a good-looking woman, and knew it, and understood that even the most resistant weren't wholly immune to it.

"Yes, I might prefer to live in obscurity, but I'm neither deaf nor blind."

"I won't even ask about your intelligence network, my dear..."

She smiled and lit up the cabin again. "I never reveal my age or my sources."

"I'm pleased to see that the Ryn intelligence community still makes a good living."

"And they're not the only ones."

"I miss our little verbal sparring sessions, my dear."

"So do I, Gil. But I'm here. What can I do for you?"

Pellaeon had no idea if she had come empty-handed or if she still had a fleet. She took ships with her every time she escaped. Vessels and experimental weapons technology had vanished into the Maw Installation when Daala was running it as Grand Moff Tarkin's bit on the side, as the bitterly resentful male officers had called her-one of the less offensive names she'd been called-and Pellaeon had no idea how much she could roll out today. It might all have been rust, dust, and perished plastoids; it might have been the most advanced fleet in the galaxy, just waiting for the ideal moment to emerge and smash the concept of re-public for good.

He had no way of knowing unless she showed him.

She was still here despite the Yuuzhan Vong War, and that told him a great deal.

"I'm asking you to watch my back, "he said. "At Fon-dor, and probably for some time after that. Perhaps some sweeping up if Solo can't hold what he tries to grab.

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