Star Wars_ The New Rebellion Part 37

He had to duck under the door as he stepped in. "Leia?" he said. "Mon Mothma sent me."

"I'm not staying, Wedge," she said. "No matter how much you argue. Luke is in trouble, I can't raise Han, and by the time the Senate votes to help, Luke will be dead." Wedge put his hat on the copilot's chair. "I know, Leia. You don't have to justify your actions to me. Mon Mothma didn't send me here to prevent you from leaving. She sent me to accompany you." Leia shook her head. "That won't be necessary, Wedge. It's better for me to go alone. But if you can find R2, I'd appreciate that."

"You don't understand," Wedge said. "Mon Mothma is sending me and a fleet with you." Leia's legs felt suddenly weak. She leaned against the controls. "A fleet? She can't do that. It takes full approval of the Senate."

"Technically," Wedge said. "There are always ways around that, as you well know."

"But she doesn't dare. The Imperials in the Senate will crucify her."

"They won't know if we do it soon," Wedge said. "The fleet will be long gone by the time they object."

"And then they'll throw her out. Wedge, this is precisely the kind of thing I wanted to prevent when I asked her to take my place."

"Trust Mon Mothma, Leia. She managed to unify a diverse group of Rebels and make them into a real government. She has a devious side." That caught Leia. She frowned. "What's her plan?"

"To let us go. The s.h.i.+ps are already being prepared. She believes we need to get rid of this Kueller as quickly as we can. Under your leaders.h.i.+p, we can do that, Leia."

"What's so devious about that?"

"If we win, you'll get the credit. It will stop the no-confidence vote when you return. It'll allow you to remain Chief of State."

"And if we lose?"

"She denounces us. We become rogues who went off on our own, trying to save the New Republic, and failing." Wedge leaned toward her, his expression sincere. "If we fail, Leia, our reputations won't matter."

"They will to my children," Leia said.

"Your children will be protected. Mon Mothma knows how precious they are.

It's lucky that they're not on Coruscant for this. It means Mon Mothma can manipulate the information any way she wants."

"A fleet," Leia said, the plan slowly sinking in. With a fleet, she might actually have a chance. Kueller would expect her to give in, or to wait for his next message. If he knew her as well as he thought he did, he might even guess that she would try to rescue Luke. But he would never imagine a fleet. "What about the X-wings?"

"Most are unusable," Wedge said, "but we've rebuilt a few. Mostly the team will be relying on Headhunters, A-wings, B-wings, and Y-wings."

"This sounds like a large fleet," Leia said.

"Luke's important." She smiled softly. "And Mon Mothma reviewed the holocord-ing, and believes that Kueller is a big threat. You forget how often I've fought at her side, Wedge. She has never believed in sitting still. She believes in fighting. She believes in having the advantage of surprise."

"Then we'd better get moving," Wedge said. "Do you want to fly in the flags.h.i.+p?" Leia shook her head. "I've never been a military commander, Wedge. You have the charge of this mission. I'm taking Aldeman. Let me focus on Luke. You can remind Kueller that we took down the Empire. A small, petty demagogue on a faraway planet poses no threat to us at all."

"You don't believe he's that weak, do you?" Wedge asked.

"No." Leia smiled ruefully. "I think he's one of the worst threats we've ever faced."

THIRTY-THREE.

The water churned with blaster fire. As Han dove under the water, Chewie grabbed Wynni's bow-caster. Han didn't see if Chewie was able to wrestle it from her. Instead, he swam deep, grabbed Zeen's legs, and tugged him under.

Zeen immediately kicked at him, but Han hung on. He pulled with all his strength, and got Zeen next to him. Zeen's blaster slowly sank beside them. Zeen flailed at Han with his arms. Han just clung. His lungs burned from the struggle, but Zeen's mouth was open. He wouldn't last as long as Han.

Zeen's fist connected with Han's chin, but the water softened the blow.

Han put his hands on Zeen's shoulders and shoved him downward. Zeen grabbed for Han but missed. The momentum of the water, and the sinkhole, pulled Zeen deeper.

Han swam to the surface. Lando had Kid in an armlock, and they were struggling, both going under then coming up and spitting out water. Laser bolts were sizzling the water all around them. Chewbacca was firing Wynni's bowcaster at the Glottalphibs. One lay dead on the ledge, while another floated facedown on the pond, a black stain swelling around its body. The other Glottalphibs were shooting fire at the water, boiling it.

The heat was incredible. Han couldn't tell if his face was covered with pond water or sweat.

Nandreeson was firing at them with his blaster. Wynni was unconscious, but floating on her back in the sc.u.mmy water, her snout safely in the air.

Han grabbed the blaster out of Kid's hands, punched him in the face, and pushed him under as he had Zeen. Then Han grabbed Lando and pulled him up.

"Breathe, buddy." Lando was breathing, hard, but he nodded and swam free.

Han handed him the blaster, and then grabbed his own blaster from its pouch around his waist. He was treading water and firing at the remaining Glottalphibs, aiming for the centers of the mouths.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Lando float on his back, take aim, and blast the ceiling.

Han whirled, about to tell him not to waste his shots, when a million watumba bats swooped down. Chewbacca roared, and immediately covered his head with his paws. The bats dove at the water, into the smoke, and then followed the flames.

The Glottalphibs started honking in unison and slapping at the bats with their tiny arms. The fire stopped. Nandreeson slid under the water and Han started after him, when Lando grabbed his arm.

"Don't," Lando said. "He wants us under there so he can kill us better."

The bats were eating the fire as they made their way toward the remaining Glottalphibs. The first bats had already reached one Glottalphib, and flew into its mouth. The Glottalphib's honking got louder and louder as more bats covered it. Suddenly it stopped honking. It fell over backward, squas.h.i.+ng some bats. The others flew away, leaving a gray, desiccated Glottalphib. The three other Glottalphibs were fleeing down the tunnel, honking in fear.

Han shoved Chewie's back. "They're watumba bats, you big baby. They eat algae, insects, and fire, not Wookiees." Chewie mewled at him.

"Come on," Lando said. He started to swim forward when he stopped as if a rope were tied around his foot. "I don't like this-" And then he went under.

"Nandreeson!" Han said. He dove too. Nandreeson had Lando by the foot and was watching him flail. Han grabbed Lando's hand and pulled, but Lando wasn't moving. Han held a finger to his lips, mimed holding still, and went back to the surface.

"Give me the bowcaster," Han said.

Chewie roared.

"We don't have time to argue. Nandreeson'll kill him." Chewie whined, then dove, loading the bowcaster as he went. Han swam around Lando's front, stopping a few meters from Nandreeson and then kicking at the Glottalphib's snout.

Lando was turning red. He mimed strangulation. Han ignored him. He kicked Nandreeson again, and Nandreeson roared. As he opened his mouth, an energy quarrel bubbled through the water and lodged in the back of Nandreeson's throat.

Fire spewed from his mouth, instantly doused by the water. He let go of Lando's leg and Lando swam for the surface. Nandreeson made burbly strangling sounds, grabbed at his mouth, and sank deep into the muck.

Han didn't wait to see any more. He tugged Chewie's suit and together they swam to the surface. Lando was already climbing the stairs. He reached the ledge, leaned back, and closed his eyes.

"I never thought I'd be able to sit again."

"We're not done yet," Han said. He had to grip the rock sides as he climbed. The stairs were slippery.

"Indeed we're not," Blue said. She was standing on the ledge behind them, clinging to the wall. "Have you thought about how we're going to get back to my Skipper?" Chewie roared at her.

She shrugged in response.

"Playing both ends against the middle, Blue?" Han asked, essentially rephrasing Chewie's remark in more polite terms.

Blue smiled prettily at him. "I did think it was in my best interest to see who was going to win that little skirmish, don't you, Han?"

"I think if we could've trusted you, you'd've been here fighting for us, Blue."

"Don't expect too much of the girl," Lando said, his voice heavy with exhaustion. "At least she didn't shoot at us."

"See, Han? One man understands my side."

"He won't when he sees pieces of the Lady Luck all over your Skipper."

Lando opened his eyes and sat up. "You raided my s.h.i.+p? Hand me the blaster, Han. The woman deserves to die." Blue held open her hands, her blaster gripped only in her right thumb and forefinger. "I thought you were dead. Nandreeson wasn't going to let you live."

"You have no faith, Blue," Lando said.

"You'd have done the same," she said.

"She's got you there," Han said.

"Maybe before Cloud City," Lando said. "I'm a good guy now."

"A careless good guy." Han sat beside him. "What did you come here for?"

"Came to get you, buddy. Heard you were in some trouble. Thought I'd help."

"We can discuss your personal life later. I just want to know how you plan to get out of here," Blue said.

"How'd you get on the rock?" Han asked.

"Climbed," she said. "You missed the handholds near the cavern door."

Chewie roared his agreement. He sloshed his way up the stairs, stood over Han, and howled.

"All right, all right, we'll leave," Han said.

"How do you plan to get out of here?" Lando asked.

Why did everyone think he always had a plan? Han sighed. "I thought maybe you knew where Nandreeson's favorite Skipper was."

"He brought me in it, but he left a few Reks beside it."

"They should be gone by now," Blue said. "They hate watumba bats as much as Glottalphibs do."

"Not accurate, Blue," Lando said. "Glottalphibs love watumba bats.

They're host to half a dozen Glottalphib delicacies. They just hate it when watumba bats notice them." Blue laughed. "Good point." Chewie was already slos.h.i.+ng his way to the cavern door. He stopped on a wide ledge and stripped out of the suit Wynni had given him, tossing it into the pond with an expressive and extremely vulgar Wookiee curse.

Blue glanced at Wynni. "Think she'll be all right?" Chewbacca added another sentiment to the one he'd just expressed.

"Let's drag her onto the ledge," Han said. "At least she'll have a fighting chance when Nandreeson's henchmen return." Chewbacca cursed again, then stomped across the ledge and used a nearby stick to pull Wynni to the water's edge. He reached down and hauled her out, grunting as he did so.

"Nice of you, Chewie. I thought I would have to nag," Han said.

Chewbacca growled.

"You know," Lando said softly, "you once told me never to make a Wookiee angry."

"Right," Han said.

"You seem to ignore that advice fairly regularly."

"He owes me a lift debt," Han said. "It would be dishonorable for him to kill me."

"I suppose," Lando said, "but would that stop him from ripping off your arms?"

"It has so far," Han said, "but let's not give him any ideas, shall we?"

Chewbacca growled again, then left Wynni's side. She was still unconscious, but Han could see her pink-covered chest moving up and down.

Blue stepped over her gingerly. Despite soaking in filthy water, Blue looked fresh and dignified. Even her wet hair looked planned.

She was clutching her blaster and used her other hand to guide her along the rock wall. "Where's the Skipper?" she asked.

"Two tunnels up," Lando said. "I'll lead the way." He looked as if he couldn't move a muscle. Han had never seen Lando's skin so gray. But Lando climbed across the rocks as if he hadn't been exercising at all.

Apparently the thought of freedom appealed to him.

"What about the other Glottalphibs?" Han asked.

"I don't think we have to worry about them," Lando said.

Han joined him in the cavern door. Dozens of Glottalphibs were sprawled on the rocks and in the pond. Most of their long snouts were open, and the insides picked clean.

"Watumba bats did that?" Han asked. "Why would the Glottalphibs keep them around?"

"Sometimes you have to take risks for a good meal," Lando said.

The stench of smoke, dead Glottalphib, and rotting greenery was overpowering.