Legacy of the Force VII: Fury by Aaron Allston

Author:Aaron Allston
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Science Fiction - Adventure, Science Fiction - Space Opera, Fiction - Science Fiction, Space Opera, Science Fiction - Star Wars, Fiction, Science fiction, Adventure, Media Tie-In - General, Science Fiction And Fantasy, Media Tie-In
ISBN: 9780739489765
Publisher: Del Rey
Published: 2008-07-15T04:00:00+00:00

"He'll roast us with words alone."

"Anything I can do to take some heat off you?"

"Just make it clear to him that I was following orders ... and I take them from the Corellian government, not from the Confederation Supreme Military Commander." She glanced in the direction Koyan had gone and was not completely able to keep an expression of distaste from crossing her face.

"I'll do that."

"And if we've killed Jacen Solo and crippled the Second Fleet, it was worth every bit of burn."

Teppler nodded in agreement. "Good luck."

"You, too."

* * *

ABOARD THE ANAKIN SOLO

The Anakin Solo, its hangars stuffed with surviving starfighters from not only its complement but also those of several Second Fleet vessels, its hyperdrive damaged by the gravity-wrenching effect of the attack, limped back into Coruscant space.

Caedus paced the bridge, not having slept since the catastrophe. He wanted to spend every moment with Allana, to be there for her when she awakened from the deep sleep that had claimed her, but he could not. To be away from his duties for so long would alert his crew that he had other priorities. He could not have them asking questions-not even as loyal a crew as he commanded.

The enemy had made Centerpoint Station's primary weapon operational, and had used it to try to kill him-him personally.

It was a tribute. They knew he was the most significant individual in the galaxy, the one person who could lead the Alliance to victory. They had panicked. And they had failed to kill him.

But without knowing it, they had tried to kill Allana. They would pay for that. Everyone who had supported Corellia during this action would die, or end up stamping out bits of Alliance trooper armor in a prison workshop, or be fed to rancors.

Captain Nevil approached. The Quarren was as upright and formidable looking as ever, but the skin of his face-and mouth-tentacles was paler than usual. "Sir, we're in planetary orbit. I'd like to transmit a request for permission to take a berth at the orbital shipyards. Get repairs under way immediately."

Caedus glanced at him. "Granted."

"Admiral Niathal has sent a request that you meet with her immediately at the Senate Building."

No. I'd be away when Allana wakes. "I can't leave the Anakin Solo at a time like this. Reply that we can have a meeting here, or by holocomm."

"Yes, sir."

It occurred to Caedus that there was something he should have asked before now, something he had not. What was it? Oh, yes. "Krai, in the force we lost. ... did you have any family?"

"Yes, sir." Nevil seemed to sag just a centimeter, then straightened. "My son Turl. An ensign. A weapons officer aboard the frigate Cheesmeer."

"I'm sorry." Caedus tried to feel sorry, tried to remember that Turl was to Nevil as Allana was to him, but that mathematical equation was as close as he could come. Turl Nevil was a nobody, and now he was a nobody twisted and compressed by unimaginable gravitational forces into a tiny spot in space.

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