The Old Republic 02: Deceived by Paul S. Kemp

Author:Paul S. Kemp
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Action & Adventure, Science Fiction, Interstellar Travel, Star Wars Fiction, Interplanetary Voyages, General, Space Warfare, Adventure, Fiction, Space Opera, Good and Evil
ISBN: 9780345511386
Publisher: LucasBooks
Published: 2010-01-02T00:00:00+00:00

“What is it?” Malgus asked.

“An anomalous reading from the Dromo,” Jard said. “An unusual magnetic signature.”

Malgus saw Vrath tense and lean toward them.

“Halt them and send the shut les over.”

“My lord, it could just be an engine malfunction, scanner noise.”

Malgus thought not. “Do it, Commander.”

Jard raised the Dromo on the ship-to-ship. “Freighter Dromo, come to a ful stop immediately.”

He cut o the connection before the Dromo’s captain could protest, then dispatched the shut les.

“If there’s anything to it,” Jard said. “We’l soon know.”

ARYN AND ZEERID WATCHED rst one then another shut le peel away from the other vessel and start toward them. Zeerid cursed as their freighter began to slow.

“Are we stopping?” Aryn asked.

Zeerid nodded, licked his lips. “I think we go hot right now. I don’t want a cold ship when they spot us.”

“If you re up the engines, their scanners wil pick us up.”

“They’re going to see us anyway. Those shut les are coming. Let’s re her up and make our run. You ready?”

Aryn watched the shut les close the gap between them. She nodded. “Ready.”

Zeerid pushed but ons and ipped switches. Fatman came back to life.

THE COMMUNICATIONS OFFICER SPUN in his chair. “Sir, secured communication from Darth Angral. Shal I put it through?”

“What have the shut les found?” Malgus asked Jard.

“Not there yet, my lord.”

Vrath turned his head sideways, as if he heard bet er out of one ear than another.

“Anomalous reading just ared and vanished,” the scan o cer said.

“Vanished?” Jard asked.

“I’m get ing something else,” said the scan o cer.

“Darth Malgus,” said the communication o cer. “Darth Angral insists I put him through.”

“Put him through,” Malgus said irritably, and slapped the comm but on. He put a wireless earpiece in his ear so Angral’s words would be heard only by him.

“What is it, my lord?”

Darth Angral’s smooth voice carried over the connection. “Malgus, how goes the patrol?”

“I am in the middle of something, Darth Angral. I beg you to be brief.”

Before Angral could reply, the scan o cer said, “Engines. Sir, I think there’s a ship hiding in the Dromo’s shadow.”

“That’s it!” Vrath said. “That is them!”

“Alert the shut les,” Jard said. “Now.”

“ENGINES READY TO BURN,” Zeerid said.

The shut les, perhaps a kilometer or two away, either spot ed them or got word of Fatman’s presence. One peeled left, the other right. Fatman’s thrusters pushed it o the freighter. Zeerid engaged the ion drives and Fatman screamed through the space between the two shut les. He throt led the freighter’s engines to ful and headed straight for the next nearest freighter.

Aryn had own with Zeerid many times but had forgot en what an instinctive ier he was. He seemed to consult his instruments only rarely, instead relying on intuition, experience, and his own re exes.

A bit like Force-piloting without the Force, she supposed.

Fatman twirled a spiral as it closed on the nearest freighter and pelted along its exterior.

“Give me a hug,” Zeerid mut ered.

Aryn gripped the armrests of her chair, expecting the red lines of the frigates’ plasma cannons to light the sky at any moment, but no re came.

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