[Legacy Of The Force] - 05 by Sacrifice (Karen Traviss)

Author:Sacrifice (Karen Traviss) [Sacrifice]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2012-03-10T13:36:35+00:00

chapter nine

I don’t want to worry, you, sir, but I’ve just heard something on the metal commodities market that might concern us. Someone’s talking about offering futures in Mandalorian iron. And MandalMotors shares are being snapped up for the first time in years.

—Investment analyst, Galactic Alliance Treasury

MANDALMOTORS RESEARCH WING, KELDABE, MANDALORE

“What do you think then Fett?” Jir Yomaget was the kind of man who probably had to be anesthetized to get him into a business suit. He stood with his arms folded, gazing rapt at an airframe that Fett hadn’t seen before, an incongruously scruffy and disturbingly young man in dark green coveralls and partial armor. “Prototype?” Yomaget nodded. “Started life as the Kyr’galaar. Up to three crew, or two with extra payload, atmosphere-capable, configurable for anything from planet pounding to hunter-killer roles, and fast. Now tell me it’s not gorgeous.”

Research wing was a flattering term for the collection of scruffy sheds and hangars. But the ramshackle appearance of the exterior belied the technology within. MandalMotors had struggled to get back on its feet under a Galactic Alliance that wasn’t handing out reconstruction grants to Mandalore. Now it had an edge it could exploit.

“How fast?” asked Fett.

Yomaget probably didn’t look at his wife and kids with as much adoration as he was lavishing on the assault fighter. “Point four hyperdrive. The ultimate shock weapon.”

“And you never offered me the chance to purchase.” Fett had modified Slave I to a point-seven. “That beats an X-wing.”

“Unfinished prototype.”

It was about fifteen meters nose-to-tail with an eight-meter span, a faceted charcoal-gray wedge of a ship that had none of the insectoid lines of the StarViper. Fett walked around it, noting empty racks and housings, and took a guess that it would pack four laser cannons and maybe a couple of other weapons. The tail ended in a flat section with grilles and vents that looked like the ports on a datapad.

The skin was totally plain, its angled surfaces unbroken except for the mythosaur logo picked out in a lighter gray on the side hatches: no brightwork, no sharp-edged recesses, and the tinted transparisteel canopy seemed to merge into the superstructure. Fett would have ducked underneath it to take a look at the blaster pods and store pylons, but the fighter sat too low for him to do it comfortably. He couldn’t face being gripped by pain and having to crawl out like an idiot.

“So it’s fast. And pretty.”

“Deflective stealth hull, cooled vents, scanner-absorbent coating.” Yomaget flourished a forearm plate attachment, tapped it, and the canopy popped. It parted into two top-hinged hatches, and he swung himself into the cockpit. “Also hinges from the lower edge, in case the pilot has to bang out. Now, the avionics … synthetic vision, panoramic cockpit display, eye-controlled switch selection, aiming, the works.”

“Sounds like you had a contest to see how many gizmos you could cram into one lighter.”

“All we’ve been able to do since the Vong war ended is reestablish our basic production models and work up some better ideas.

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