[Last Of The Jedi] - 04 by Death On Naboo (Jude Watson)

Author:Death On Naboo (Jude Watson) [Naboo, Death On]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2012-03-10T13:36:30+00:00

CHAPTER TWELVE

Trever and the others had kept in touch at first, but as the planet Dontamo drew closer they maintained comm silence. Even if they scrambled communications, they didn’t want Imperial scouts to pick up anything.

Dex had pulled in a major favor and outfitted them with two small starships. They had seen service in the Clone Wars and their hulls were battered and pockmarked with the ghosts of small asteroid collisions and missile fire. But the engines were tweaked and their hyperdrives had been overhauled.

Trever, Keets, and Solace were in one modified ARC-170 starfighter, Oryon and Curran in an overhauled Jedi starfighter. Their plan was not much of a plan, in Trever’s opinion, but they didn’t have a choice. They simply had to land and see what they found. There was no time to obtain the prison specs, no time for surveillance. If an execution order had been issued, the small group of combatants had to move as fast as they could and take their chances.

Trever kept his eyes on the nav computer. He was alert for any signs of Imperial patrol ships. Oryon had told him that they often did routine inspections of the airspace surrounding the prison worlds. Every nerve inside him was screaming to land and find Ferus.

Suddenly he sat forward. “Something’s going on. Look.” He pointed to the dots on the computer. “A ship is being chased.”

“A freighter, by the looks of it.” Solace keyed in a few strokes. “And those are starfighters.”

“Imperial starfighters chasing an old freighter? Why?”

“Not our problem. Could be good news for us,” Solace said. “They’ll be distracted by whatever’s going on, and we can -“

She stopped abruptly.

“What is it?” Solace’s face had suddenly gone still and tight, a look Trever was becoming familiar with.

“The Force. Something …” She stared hard at the screen. “Ferus is on that ship.” She reached for the comm unit. “Oryon, come in. The ship on XYZ coordinates 1138, 1999, 2300 -“

“We see it.”

“Our target is on that ship. And at the controls, by the looks of it.”

“Looks like he could use a hand. Let’s go.”

Trever was suddenly slammed back in his seat as Solace took the fighter into a spinning dive.

“Did I warn you to hang on?” she yelled over the scream of the engines.

Trever felt plastered back against the seat. He had seen Solace’s piloting skills, navigating through the tight spaces and close shaves that was Coruscant air traffic. This was combat flying - fast, dangerous. It might have even felt exhilarating, if he hadn’t also felt like he was about to die any second.

“You’re going to have to operate the laser cannons,” Solace told him. “Can you do it?”

“I’m pretty good,” Trever said, even though technically he hadn’t operated any before.

“Get to it,” she said. “Just don’t shoot Oryon.”

Trever switched on the cannons. He spread his legs, keeping his balance, his eye at the scope. The Imperial fighters were firing on the starfreighter. Compared to the agile fighters, the freighter looked like a gigantic clumsy tractor plowing through stars.

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