Star Wars_ The Unifying Force Part 13

"Don't worry," Leia a.s.sured Page and Cracken as Han continued to rocket for the small window Caluula Station had opened. "Han does this all the time."

The moment the Falcon soared into the station's embrace, the s.h.i.+eld repowered. Repulsed by heavy fire, three of the skips peeled off and jagged for the protection of the battle group. The fourth kept coming, only to be stunned by the s.h.i.+mmering energy field, then fell prey to the station's powerful batteries. Leia swiveled to face Cracken and Page.

"See, that wasn't so bad."

Color slowly returned to their faces, and they nodded. Steadying his shaking hand, Han cut power to the thrusters and allowed a tractor beam to convey the Falcon safely into a docking bay.

Seat of the galactic government since the fall of Coruscant, the water world of Mon Calamari was nimbused with s.h.i.+ps of all category and cla.s.sification, from twenty-year-old scallop-hulled Mon Cal cruisers to gleaming Star Destroyers fresh from the yards of Bothawui and distant Tallaan.

The star system's inner worlds were similarly encircled, ever on alert that the Yuuzhan Vong might one day decide to fold their myriad battle groups into a single armada and strike at Mon Calamari from the heart of the galaxy. Inbound from the hypers.p.a.ce reversion point well beyond Mon Calamari's single moon, Jaina weaved her X-wing to Ralroost, one of the largest and whitest of the s.h.i.+ps in orbital dock, and was the last pilot of Twin Suns Squadron to drift into the fleet flags.h.i.+p's s.p.a.cious though welcoming hold. A Bothan a.s.sault Cruiser originally commissioned for the defense of Bothawui at the conclusion of the Galactic Civil War, Ralroost was under the command of Admiral Traest Kre'fey, who had emerged from relative obscurity at the start of the Yuuzhan Vong invasion to the position of second in command of the entire Alliance fleet.

The transports had been the first to arrive from Kashyyyk, and many were already docked and disgorging their cargoes of freed prisoners.

Despite devastating losses to the starfighter squadrons, the mission had been deemed a success.

Dozens of former New Republic officials and scores of commanders had been rescued, and most of Alliance Intelligence's double agents had been extracted. The operation might have gone far worse had the stingcrawler coralskippers arrived sooner than they did, or had the deadly skips pursued the transports to Mon Calamari. But instead they had remained at Selvaris to safeguard the Peace Brigade freighters that had yet to be unloaded, and to escort those prisoner s.h.i.+ps to Coruscant.

Seizing the opportunity, Chief of State Cal Omas's media team had spun the mission into a public relations event meant to send a message to the governments of threatened worlds to hold out; that unlike the fallen New Republic, the Galactic Federation of Free Alliances was not about to allow any more star systems to fall to enemy rule. As a result, several hundred military personnel, civilians, and media representatives were on hand to greet the rescued.

Booming applause erupted for each one to emerge from a transport.

Weeping spouses rushed to embrace their returned partners. Children, clearly confused by all the commotion, wrapped their arms tightly around the legs or waists of their liberated mothers or fathers. Medics and droids worked side by side to move the injured onto repulsor gurneys and hurry them off for bacta treatment. Most of the rescued, of whatever species, needed little more than minor attention and a couple of hearty meals.

Others were in critical condition. The fact that none had been implanted with surge-coral was a constant reminder that they were to have gone to their deaths as sacrificial victims. Few civilians and no one from the media took notice of the battered starfighters that entered Ralroost's hold in the wake of the transports. Jaina didn't mind, but she had to laugh. Not all that long ago she had been a media darling, because of her capture of a Yuuzhan Vong s.h.i.+p and the brief role she had played as "the Trickster G.o.ddess"-a weapon unto herself.

Now she was just another weary pilot returning from a mission that had nearly gone completely wrong. Five Twin Suns pilots had died. But that was breaking news only to those who had survived. A human crew chief rolled a ladder up to Jaina's X-wing while the canopy was rising. Two crash-team techs rushed in to effect repairs and check on carbon-scored Cappie.

"Welcome back, Colonel," the young woman said. Jaina descended the ladder, took off her helmet, and shook out her brown hair. Loosening the tabs of her flight suit, she put the helmet under her arm and began to circle the X-wing, her eyes scanning the hold for signs of Millennium Falcon. Not too far away, Lowbacca, Kyp, and Alema Rar were emerging from their craft.

"Has there been any communication from the Falcon?" she asked the crew chief after she had completed a second circle of the starfighter.

The woman unclipped a datapad from her belt and gave the small display screen a perfunctory glance.

"Not that I'm aware of, Colonel. But the Falcon might have been directed into one of the frigates."

Jaina forced an exhale. When the crew chief started to move off Jaina grabbed hold of her arm-forcefully, until she realized what she had done and relaxed her grip.

"Could you check on that?"

The woman frowned and rubbed her bicep.

"Please," Jaina added.

This time the crew chief spent a long moment studying the data screen of her portable device.

"Sorry, Colonel, no sign of the Falcon anywhere." She smiled sympathetically. "If I hear anything, I'll find you."

Starfighters and guns.h.i.+ps were still arriving-some on a wing and prayer. Jaina moved to the edge of a balcony that overlooked the docking bay's magcon field. Gazing out at all the moving lights, the octagonal s.h.i.+pyards, and the distant orbital Fleet Command Annex, she stretched out with her feelings. At the edge of her awareness she could sense that her mother and father were alive, but in grave danger. Her mind made up, she hurried back to the starfighter and clambered up the ladder to the c.o.c.kpit.

"I'm going back out," she informed the puzzled crew chief.

"Sir?"

Jaina pulled her helmet on and settled herself in the seat.

"If anyone asks, I'm back at the Mon Eron reversion point."

The young woman grew fl.u.s.tered.

"But your s.h.i.+p... your droid!"

Jaina fastened her chin strap as the canopy was lowering.

"They're used to it."

For all the worldshaping and geologic surgery performed on Coruscant, Westport, north of the former Legislative District, remained a landing area. Its floating platforms, docking bays, and maintenance buildings had been slagged, and in their place stood grashals and other mollusklike housings, scattered across a vast expanse of fused yorik coral tableland, with room enough for more than ten thousand vessels.

Though few would recognize it, the aerodrome had fared far better than Eastport, Newport, or West Championne. Royal coralcraft had transported s.h.i.+mrra's retinue from the worlds.h.i.+p Citadel-which rose to the east, atop what had once been the Imperial District-to within a kilometer of Westport.

Once back on the ground, the Supreme Overlord was conveyed the remaining distance by royal palanquin. The ornate and grotesque litter was held aloft by a pride of dedicated dovin basals, and was both preceded and trailed by an entourage of servants and courtesans, as well as by the most recent additions to s.h.i.+mrra's company-the four female seers, and members of the newly enhanced warrior sect known as slayers.

Strewn with flowers trampled to airborne fragrance by the bare feet of attendants, the winding path to the landing field meandered over the rounded summits of crushed edifices and across countless bridges that spanned those artificial canyons the Yuuzhan Vong had been unable to fill or otherwise efface.

Choirs of insects honored the G.o.ds with their trilling songs, and carrion birds picked at the vestiges of the plague of stink beetles. The sky was a radiant purple, with the rainbow bridge faintly visible, halfway to apogee. But the flawless sky belied the melancholy nature of the procession, for all who formed it knew of the events that had transpired at Selvaris. The enemy had somehow learned of the Peace Brigade convoy and had ambushed it, recapturing many of the captives who were slated to be sacrificed at the imminent ceremony.

Quick action on the part of a Yuuzhan Vong commander had resulted in the escape of three Peace Brigade freighters, which had communicated the convoy's distress to Yuuzhan'tar. A band of slayers had been dispatched, and had performed brilliantly, much to the displeasure of many an elite warrior, who regarded the slayers as abominations to the caste system, and who fretted about the augmentative power they provided the Supreme Overlord.

Nom Anor walked several paces behind the skull-adorned palanquin, in a group that included High Priest Jakan, Master Shaper Qelah Kwaad, Warmaster Nas Choka, High Prefect Drathul, and other elites. He had been worried about receiving blame for the Peace Brigade's failure-the backstabbing group was essentially his creation-but thus far no one had been inclined to hold him responsible. His defense would have remained unchanged, in any event: that acts of treachery were only as successful as the traitors who perpetrated them.

The Peace Brigade freighters had not been allowed to land on Yuuzhan'tar, but their non-Yuuzhan Vong commanders and crews had been shuttled to the surface by yorik-trema. With them had arrived the Alliance captives, along with the commanders and crews of the Yuuzhan Vong escort vessels. The latter groups were kneeling in ranks in an area of the landing field reserved for the naming, blessing, and tattooing of war vessels. Herded off to one side and immobilized by blorash jelly were the Alliance captives, and in the center of the field, flung down on their faces, lay the Peace Brigaders.

Nom Anor considered that s.h.i.+mrra might order the procession to trample the prostrate Brigaders, but instead the Supreme Overlord called a halt to the entourage when his palanquin had reached the center of the field. The mixed-species lot of already battered turncoats knew enough to remain facedown on the rough ground, while High Priest Jakan's acolytes, joined by Onimi, circulated among them, anointing them with paaloc incense and venogel. Then Jakan placed himself among their midst, his hooded eyes surveying the lumps and welts that slayers had administered to the Brigaders before they had been shuttled down to Yuuzhan'tar.

The high priest moved on to the Yuuzhan Vong warriors and summoned their commander, Bhu Fath. A towering warrior with inadequate skill for command, his escalation had come about only as a result of persistent pet.i.tioning by members of Domain Fath, which included several important consuls.

"How many captives did you deliver, Commander?" Jakan asked.

Bhu Fath pivoted slightly to salute Warmaster Nas Choka.

"Six packets-nearly five hundred."

Jakan shook his head in disappointment and glanced up at s.h.i.+mrra.

"Less than half the minimal amount required for a ceremony of such magnitude."

s.h.i.+mrra gazed stonily from the hard bed of his palanquin, but said nothing, even when the seers began to consult their divination biots and moan in distress. Nas Choka separated himself from the procession and gestured to Bhu Fath and his subalterns.

"Our warriors acquitted themselves well by destroying many enemy fighters and reclaiming two of the s.h.i.+ps that might have escaped with the rest. One warrior in particular is noted for having saved our own escort vessels from destruction, in addition to other acts of bravery."

"Bring this one forward," s.h.i.+mrra said, "so I might cast my benevolent gaze on him."

"Commander Malik Carr," Nas Choka called.

Nom Anor couldn't believe his ears. After the calamity at Fondor, Malik Carr had been demoted and removed from battle. Now here he was, standing in s.h.i.+mrra's gaze, a hero! Would everything reverse itself in due time? Carr genuflected to s.h.i.+mrra, then Nas Choka, and remained on one knee. At a motion from the warmaster, a subaltern hurried forward with a command cloak, which Nas Choka draped over the horns implanted in Carr's shoulders.

"Rise as Supreme Commander Malik Carr," Nas Choka intoned, "reinstated because of his courageous actions at Selvaris. We will soon a.s.sign him to a command more worthy of his station."

Malik Carr snapped his fists in salute and returned to the ranks.

"Dread Lord," Jakan said a moment later, "occurring as they did in arena of battle, the death of many infidels at Selvaris counts for something. But as I say, the captives on hand number too few to const.i.tute an appropriate appeal to the G.o.ds. We must offer more than this paltry lot. "

Commander Bhu Fath risked a forward step.

"My Lord, could we not let these virulent Peace Brigaders subst.i.tute for those they surrendered?"

Fath's proposal met with a few shouts of approval, though most from members of his domain.

"Such acts of replacement are not without precedent-" Jakan started to say, when s.h.i.+mrra silenced him with a look. "They are not worthy of honorable deaths," s.h.i.+mrra said. "Not only did they allow their league to be infiltrated by enemy spies, but several of their s.h.i.+ps also abandoned the arena at the first sign of engagement, taking with them supplies and a number of sacred objects that were en route from Obroa-skai."

s.h.i.+mrra stepped down from the litter, causing a stir among warriors and priests alike, a group of whom unfurled a living carpet in advance of s.h.i.+mrra's steps.

Onimi followed, capering as he trailed his master.

"On which worlds are we currently engaged in surface contest?"

s.h.i.+mrra asked Nas Choka.

The warmaster thought before speaking.

"I could name twenty, Great Lord. Fifty."

s.h.i.+mrra grew angry.

"Name one, Warmaster."

"Corulag, then." s.h.i.+mrra nodded. "Corulag it shall be. See to it that the Peace Brigaders are implanted with surge-coral and sent to the front to join the ranks of our human thrall. In battle, perhaps they will redeem themselves."

Nas Choka saluted.

"Your will be done."

s.h.i.+mrra turned then, and beckoned to Drathul and Nom Anor.

"Momentous plans require momentous ritual. Therefore, the sacrifice can neither be delayed nor interfered with. Make certain that the consuls and executors in your charge be advised that I will brook no further upsets. Should anything untoward occur, I will look upon you and your charges as I would any who seek to meddle in our holy venture."

"Understood," Drathul and Nom Anor responded in unison.

Nas Choka waited patiently for s.h.i.+mrra to settle himself on the palanquin before saying, "A suggestion, Great Lord."

s.h.i.+mrra granted him a gaze.

"Proceed, Warmaster."

"We are presently engaged in a campaign to occupy a world known as Caluula. If you would permit our efforts to be doubled there, the planet will fall and many captives will be available to enrich our supply. Why not let the brave defenders of the orbital complex serve to compensate for our dearth of ill.u.s.trious sacrifices?"

"Caluula, you say."

"Distant from Yuuzhan'tar, Great Lord, but vital to our ultimate designs."

s.h.i.+mrra looked to Jakan, then the seers, who nodded.

"Let it be done."

TWELVE.

"The damage looks much worse from out here," C-3PO said, staring up at the belly of Millennium Falcon from the foot of the landing ramp. Han glared at him from under the s.h.i.+p, where he, Leia, and a Caluula Station mechanic were compiling a list of needed repairs.

"Who asked you, Threepio?"

The protocol droid adopted a posture of inquisitiveness.

"No one, Captain Solo. I was only remarking-"

"Threepio," Leia cut him off. "That's enough for now."

"Of course, Princess Leia. I know when I'm not wanted."

"That'll be the day," Han said.

Cracken, Page, and the rest of the rescued officers were standing off to one side, fielding questions from several other Caluula mechanics, who had dropped what they were doing to surround the Falcon the moment she had settled on her landing disks. The s.h.i.+p was blistered, dented, and punctured.

"She's a storyboard for the whole war," the mechanic said.

Han nodded.

"You got that right."

The mechanic wedged his forefinger into a hole in the underside of the outrigger c.o.c.kpit.

"I'll bet this one's not half a meter from the pilot's chair."

Han swallowed audibly.