Star Wars: The High Republic: Race to Crashpoint Tower by Daniel Older

Author:Daniel Older [Older, Daniel]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Disney Lucasfilm Press
Published: 2021-06-29T00:00:00+00:00

“Look, kid,” Ty said as the sounds of fear and battle outside raged ever closer, “things are about to get messy.”

Ram nodded. Mantessa was fussing with some small bit of tech she’d stashed away, but whatever she was trying to do didn’t seem to be working. The droid, 5-Triad, bustled back and forth, pushing buttons and yelling nonsensical commands, oblivious to his crushed head.

“Can I count on you?” The rogue Force-wielder’s raspy voice was strangely kind, calming even.

Ram wasn’t sure if he was up to the occasion—he’d only just been in his first fight a few hours earlier, after all—but something about Ty Yorrik made him want to step up and get it right, whatever it took. “Yes,” he said, hoping he sounded more assured than he felt. “Tell me what you need.”

“That’ll depend on—”

The prison door slid open, and a sizzling fusillade of blaster fire exploded into the room. The droid flew backward with a shriek and landed in a smoldering heap. “Unnecessary!” he warbled as a tall, muscular man with a cannon-sized blaster stomped in. His gas mask had three eyestalks built into it, which meant he was probably a Gran. “Mm, Jedi?” he yelled, voice distorted. He raised his weapon. “We’ll see about that!”

“You will retrieve our things and release us from these cells,” Ty said firmly, with the slightest wave of her hand.

The Gran cocked his head at her, nodded. “I will retrieve your things and release you from these cells,” he agreed.

“And then you will subdue and capture any of your fellow Nihil that you find.”

“And then I will subdue and capture any of my fellow Nihil that I find.”

“Whoa,” Ram gasped.

The raider crossed to the far end of the room, where a passageway led to the storage area, somewhere deeper in the complex.

“Zarabarb!” someone with a gruff voice yelled from outside the door. “What are you doing, man?”

Ram cringed as the Gran spun around, blaster cannon already raised, and unleashed a devastation of laser fire that tore half the wall to shreds. Something heavy fell to the ground in the other room, but more shouts were rising now, and Ram heard boots stomping toward them.

“That’s a very creative interpretation of subdue,” Ty muttered. “But oh well.” She glanced at Ram. “Get ready to improvise.”

A few shots zinged through the shattered opening where the door had been, then something flew into the room, clinked a few times on the ground, and rolled to a stop.

“Thermal detonator!” Mantessa yelled.

Ram had already reached out with the Force and felt his connection click onto the orb. If he sent it out into the hall where it came from, it would probably kill whoever was trying to kill them. But what if other people were out there—hostages or prisoners? It was too risky. He sent it zinging past Zarabarb’s head and straight out a window. A sharp crack followed, shattering the other panes.

“Minimal damage to the enemy,” Ty commented. “But otherwise not bad.”

“Charge!” someone yelled, and a group of Nihil burst in, blasters blazing.

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