Star Wars: Fate of the Jedi: Outcast by Aaron Allston

Author:Aaron Allston [Allston, Aaron]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3
ISBN: 978-0-345-51868-2
Publisher: Ballantine Books
Published: 2011-10-04T13:00:00+00:00

Jag yanked his hood and helmet free. He gasped for air. The explosion had hit him like a metal beam in the chest, driving the air from his lungs. He knew it would have been much worse if he had not been wearing his Mandalorian breastplate.

Rising to his knees, he drew out a glow rod. The blue light it cast showed Tahiri, flat on her face beside him, and a tremendous mound of construction wreckage behind them. His blaster pistol was nowhere to be seen. He pulled off his left crushgaunt and pressed fingers against Tahiri’s neck. He could feel her pulse, and saw her lips part in a groan he barely heard.

He became aware that there was a faint noise emerging from his helmet. He raised it to his ear.

“Gaunt, Sand, this is Hoth. Come in.” The voice was mechanically distorted and deepened, not clearly recognizable as either human or female, but it was definitely Winter, using the call signs they’d agreed upon for him and Tahiri. “Gaunt, Sand, come in.” Even through the distortion, there was an edge of worry to the voice.

“Hoth, this is Gaunt.” Talking hurt. Jag paused to draw in a pained breath. “Sand is down but recovering. Mad Nek is separated from us, continuing his mission. Are you intact?”

“Gaunt, Hoth. Not badly hurt.”

Jag looked at the debris mound. He switched his glow rod over to a focused beam, shining it across the top of the mound. There were gaps there. It was a precarious, dangerous thing, but there might be a way across. “Call in the rest of Darkmeld. Bring in whoever you can. Bring them in close and have them stand by. If we’re lucky, this won’t be a complete foul-up.”

“Understood.”

“Gaunt out.”

“Hoth out.”

Tahiri’s eyes opened. There was no confusion in them, only anger. She experimentally moved her head, then rolled over onto her back. “Did he have to hit me with a whole cargo ship?” Her voice was almost distinct; Jag’s hearing was returning.

Jag pulled his crushgaunt back on. “Turns out that just because he’s crazy, he’s not inept. Who would have guessed?” He donned his helmet again.

She rose. “Where’s my lightsaber?”

He stood as well, looking over the mound. “Somewhere under that, I suspect.”

Her expression turned sour. “This just keeps getting better and better.”

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