Star Wars: I, Jedi by Michael A. Stackpole

Author:Michael A. Stackpole
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub, mobi
Tags: Pirates, Star Wars fiction, Fiction, Science fiction, American, Adventure, Abduction, General
ISBN: 9780553578737
Publisher: Bantam Books
Published: 1999-06-01T07:00:00+00:00

Keevy sat across from me in the navigator's position. He strapped in and sat there for a moment, then looked up and froze.

The Invidious hung out there in space, its dagger shape de-emphasized since we were looking at a profile shot of the ship. Its deck plane lay slightly below ours-if we took off in a straight line we'd pass a good hundred meters over the top of the ship's main decks. I eyed the ship the way I would have were I sitting in an X-wing's cockpit, checking the guns, loca-ing the shield generators. On a secondary monitor I brought up a scan of the Invidious and saw it didn't have shields up.

Just one proton torpedo and you'd pay for that arrogance, Tarira. I glanced over at Keevy, but he'd not moved. "Problem, Keevy?"

He blinked and shivered. "No, sorry."

"You can use the navicomp?"

"Yeah, sure." He started punching buttons. "Where to?"

"Short hop out to the edge of the system, then double back across it.

From there we head out." I frowned and thought for a second. "Get us into the Quence Sector, Elshandruu Pica. I have friends there."

"Okay. Courses being plotted now."

My console beeped and I saw the gangway had been re-tracted. "Keevy, hit the green button over there."

He looked up and punched the button that released our docking claws and retracted them. "Done."

Good. On your right, the inertial compensation unit. For the cockpit, dial it back to .95. For the passengers, keep it at full." I glanced around. "We have to have shields here some-where, don't we?"

Keevy smiled. "Over here, I've got them. Hey, these are Chepat Supreme Defender models. Very nice."

"I hope we don't need them." I punched the ignition switch, powering up the main drive unit and shunted power to the repulsorlift coils. I hit the button for the ship's intercom and tried to keep my voice light.

"We're on our way. Sit tight and you shouldn't feel a thing."

I hit a button on the comm unit to try to make a call for help, but a hideous screeching filled the headset's earpieces. "They're jamming the comm channels." I snapped the comm unit's jamming filter on, which killed the screech.

Keevy's eyes widened. "We can't summon help."

"Nope, we're really on our own." Of course, if help was close enough to summon, Tarira would be out of here rely fast. The fact that she's actually here means there's no rescue coming.

Annissya came into the cockpit and strapped herself into the jumpseat I'd been offered earlier. "Everyone is seated and braced."

"Okay." I took a moment, concentrated, then nodded.

"Keevy, first heading."

"Course two two three, angle three one five."

"I copy. Power to shields."

"Shields full."

"Annissya, can you hit the scan-recorder? I want to pull in as much data as I can while we head out."

I settled my hands on the steering yoke and stared out at the Inv'idious.

"Here we go."

I nudged the throttle forward and pulled back on the yoke, lifting the nose. As it came up and the Palette slipped away beneath us, I hit the switch to lower the wings and lock them into place.

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