Force Heretic_ Refugee Part 23

"We'll need survival suits," Syal said.

Fel shook his head. "We won't be out there long enough to need them. This should be over in a minute or two." Danni glowered at the ten circular shapes swooping around the landed barge. Her eyes were dark with fatigue. "Here comes one now," she said, pointing at a snow-flier arcing in to land near the barge.

"And another," Stalgis said, also pointing.

Saba watched as the strange-looking craft came down on one edge.

Its engines burned brightly in infrared, outs.h.i.+ning the cold sun. Four spindly supports emerged to support the vertical disk in the snow. When it was stable, a circular panel on its side irised open and a black-clad female pilot stepped out, her uniform unadorned by rank or other identifying markers. The figure was tall and slender, just like every other Chiss Saba had ever encountered. Saba watched as the woman strode confidently to the curving flank of the barge, then jumped lightly up onto it.

A second pilot joined her, holding one of the two-handed rifles Saba had seen in the immersion room. The Chiss called them charrics, she had learned. The first pilot removed her helmet, revealing craggy, weathered features under close-cropped hair. The blue skin of her face looked colder than the ice around her.

"Ganet," Fel said darkly. "I should have known."

"Who is she? "Luke asked.

"She commands a phalanx for a rival syndic, one who doesn't approve of the changes I'm encouraging. And I know she wouldn't approve of you, either." Master Luke dismissed the implied warning with a smile. "Then maybe it's time we meet her," he said. "See if we can't change her mind about us." Fel didn't smile back in response. He just slipped his hand into a pair of thin black gloves as he turned to his wife. "Everything ready?" Syal nodded and pressed a b.u.t.ton on the ice barge's controls. A display to one side of the main instrumental panel began to count down.

Two minutes... one minute fifty-nine seconds... one minute fifty-eight seconds...

The main door lifted up and out, and warm air in the cabin was instantly sucked outside. An icy chill wrapped itself around Saba, who clenched her teeth, bracing herself for the freezing temperatures. As with most saurian species, the cold would slow her down, so she would have to draw upon the Force to counter this-which she did, igniting a ball of warmth in her chest that spread outward through her limbs. Only her extremities retained any sensation of the cold, and she kept them tucked in close, curling her fingers into fists and tucking her tail near her legs.

Soontir Fel exited the barge first, exuding a calm self-a.s.surance.

He surveyed the scene before him, then stepped over the threshold to make way for the others. Master Luke went next, followed by Saba, Mara, and Stalgis. Danni and Syal stayed inside.

One minute forty-five seconds...

Fel stopped in front of the female pilot, looking her up and down with quiet disapproval. Finally he shook his head. "You don't seem the type for open rebellion, Ganet."

"I prefer the term excision, myself," she answered calmly.

"Whatever it takes to justify your actions, is that it?" Another pilot stepped up behind the craggy woman and waited there with charric at the ready. Two more snow-fliers landed nearby.

"I'm not here to banter with you, Fel," Ganet said. "I want your cooperation. And I will get it, too, because we have your daughter." Saba detected a slight stiffening to Fel's posture, but his expression and tone remained firm and steady. "Who exactly are 'we,' Ganet?"

"It's not important," she said as she raised her weapon and pointed it at his chest. "All that matters is that we have her, yes?"

"At least tell me why." Fel stepped forward, his barrel chest defying the nozzle of her weapon. "I have given the Chiss my all since I joined you; surely I have the-"

"You joined Thrawn, Fel! That's not the same as joining the Chiss.

We have ways and traditions he turned his luck on, and by joining him you proved that you don't respect them, either."

"Isn't one of those traditions not to fire upon an enemy until he has fired upon you first?" Ganet smiled calmly. "But you aren't my enemy, Fel. Don't mistake me on that. You are merely an inconvenience that I will soon be rid of." One minute...

"And what about us?" Master Luke asked.

Ganet took a step to her right, out of Fel's reach, turning her attention to the others. "You were invited here on a pretext the CEDF does not credit," she said. "You may have fooled the Houses, but your fables don't impress us. Zonama Sekot is a smokescreen for something more sinister. We just don't know what it is yet."

"Then you intend to dispose of us, too." Ganet laughed. "It was always our intention to dispose of you, Jedi! We never intended to let you leave here."

"Then the deadline-" Stalgis started.

"Was a ruse to give us an opportunity to move against you, of course."

"So we're all just p.a.w.ns in Chief Navigator Aabe's little power game?" Luke shook his head. "What did you promise him? Soontir's position once it was available?" Thirty seconds...

"He delivered us the means to fix a difficult situation," she said, nodding. "He will be suitably rewarded when the time comes, yes."

"The same way you're 'rewarding' Soontir right now?" Mara said.

"Don't you people have a conscience?"

"We are aware of the concept," Ganet said, raising the charric, "but it has no place in war. And this is war, Mara Jade. Have no doubts about that whatsoever. In the fight against the Yuuzhan Vong, there can be no gray areas: there are only allies and enemies. The Chiss do not need allies, so I'm afraid that leaves only the other option." She motioned the other snow-flier pilot to come forward as two more stepped up onto the ice barge. "Please move away from the door and turn around-all of you." Ten seconds...

"That includes your wife, Fel." Fel motioned for Syal and Danni to join them, which they quickly did.

"I promise you a clean death, Fel," Ganet said. "There is no dishonor in accepting your fate." Three seconds...

"For the Chiss!"

"Indeed," Ganet said, mistaking Fel's battle cry for a qualifying statement. "For the-" Now! Luke commanded.

Saba, Danni, and Mara sprang immediately into action-along with Soontir Fel-a split second before all the ice barge's cannons simultaneously fired.

The intended distraction worked. Ganet and her ac-complices were momentarily thrown by the explosions - and a moment was all the Jedi needed.

Fel stepped nimbly to his left. Ganet instinctively followed, the charric in her hand ready to fire. With a hiss, Luke's lightsaber flared to life, slicing smoothly up to sever the barrel of Ganet's weapon. Fel snap-kicked her legs from beneath her as Luke turned upon the second pilot, effortlessly knocking him to the ground with a Force push.

"You heard me?" Luke called to Fel. "I didn't know you were Force-sensitive."

"I'm not," Fel responded. "But I can count!" Mara spun around as a bolt of energy flashed by Luke's head, and saw the other two pilots adopt sharpshooter stances on the edge of the barge. She deflected the first shot with her lightsaber, exploding a snow dune a hundred meters away into a puff of white. The second shot missed altogether. Saba reached out with a mental hand and wrenched the pilot's rifle away from him. The remaining pilot turned his charric on her and fired. The shot was a good one and would have connected with Saba's head had she not deflected it back at him with her lightsaber. He fell backward off the barge and into the snow.

A screaming sound heralded an attack from above. Blaster bolts scored thick black lines across the top of the barge, barely missing Saba as the snow-flier swept by and swung around for another pa.s.s. Two of the other five were already lining up to do the same.

"Get those s.h.i.+elds back on!" Stalgis yelled, picking up a charric and taking a potshot at the retreating flier. The shot pinged from the craft's side but didn't slow it even slightly.

"Come on, Saba," Mara said, pointing at two of the landed fliers.

"While we have the chance!" Saba understood instantly what she meant.

Even with its s.h.i.+eld up, the ice barge would be vulnerable to the remaining six snow-fliers. If they were going to reach the s.p.a.ceport, then they were going to have to take a more offensive role in this fight.

Flexing the muscles in her powerful legs, Saba ran for the edge of the barge and threw herself forward into the snow.

Not a moment too soon. Her tail caught the edge of the s.h.i.+eld as it snapped into life. Flexing it to get rid of the tingling, stinging sensation, she ran up the snow dune for the nearest of the fliers. Mara took the one to their right, using the Force to a.s.sist her movement through the thick snow. The fliers were larger than they looked in the air-at least twice as tall as Saba and as thick across as three of her body lengths. Like a glossy, black wheel stuck in the snow, it towered over her as she reached its base and hauled herself up the egress ladder.

The controls were different from any she'd seen before but, like the charrics, operated on principles she understood. The craft didn't possess a sophisticated security system, and responded to the touch of her cold fingers. Wrapping her tail around her hips, she fired up the engines.

The flier's legs retracted with a faint whir as it lifted smoothly from the ground; then, with the c.o.c.kpit vibrating to the tune of the craft's powerful repulsors, it swung up into the sky, forcing Saba back into the seat, grunting in discomfort as her tail was momentarily squashed.

The flier's weapon system was uncluttered and simple to operate. She armed the blaster cannon and targeted one of the six enemy snow-fliers coming around to respond to the new threat. Her first shot went wide. She adjusted her trim, rapidly familiarizing herself with the snow-flier's responses. Her second shot was closer to the mark, but she still had to make some adjustments. She fought to ignore the giddying rolls of the horizon as the flier she was following banked sharply in an attempt to throw her off its tail. It had been a long time since her last dogfight around Barab I, but she was pleased to find that her skills hadn't atrophied.

A low growl emerged from her throat as the flier edged up into her crosshairs. She fired.

Sparks flew in a comet tail: her shot had blown her target's port stabilizer. It wobbled in an ungainly fas.h.i.+on across the sky as the pilot fought to bring it down in a controlled ditch. Saba didn't stick around to see if it made it or not; she was too busy bringing her own flier around in search of another target.

Mara had downed one flier, too, but that did nothing to deter the remaining four. Regrouping in a tight square formation, they abandoned their attack of the ice barge - now firing its own cannon through its s.h.i.+elds at the enemy fliers. Saba and Mara were disadvantaged by their inability to communicate with each other, but the Force more than compensated for that. Subtle instructions from Mara nudged Saba in new directions, toward new targets. She followed them without question, even when they appeared to conflict with what her own instincts were telling her.

When the Force told her to take her flier in a barrel roll right through the heart of the Chiss's diamond-shaped formation, she did just that, breaking them up and scattering them in four different directions.

Mara picked one off as she swept by in Saba's wake, reducing the odds to a more comfortable three-to-two.

On your tail, Saba!

Saba twisted in her seat to see what was behind her, but immediately regretted her impulsive reaction. The sudden movement in the restricted seat made her tail cramp. A shot from behind sizzled horribly close to her starboard c.o.c.kpit sh.e.l.l. Forcing herself to ignore the dis-coirfort, she jerked the flight stick down hard, then up again, rolling the flier up and over in a loop that brought her behind the flier that had been chasing her. It pitched forward in an attempt to lose her, but wasn't quick enough to avoid a volley of blasterfire that sheared off its cannon and scored a hole in its canopy. Wind s.n.a.t.c.hed at the damage, twisting it off course and plunging it into a s...o...b..nk in a bright explosion that scattered debris far out from the impact site.

Mara performed a spectacular maneuver that knocked another flier out of the sky and left her on a head-to-head trajectory with the sole remaining flier. The Chiss pilot didn't deviate from his course in the slightest, however, as the two fliers sped toward one another. Saba felt distinctly uneasy as she watched, knowing that Mara would never back down from such a challenge. Opening herself completely to the Force, she closed her eyes and fired three rapid cannon bursts. When she opened her eyes again, the Chiss flier was spiraling toward the ground with damage to its maneuvering flaps.

They performed a quick circuit of the grounded ice barge before landing. Master Skywalker and the others had rounded up Ina'ganet'nuruodo and the other three pilots and placed them in binders. The four were on their knees on the flank of the barge, watching bitterly as Syal killed the barge's s.h.i.+eld and Saba and Mara landed nearby.

Saba's tail whipped gratefully behind her as she climbed aboard the barge and rejoined her friends. After the heat of battle, the air felt even colder than before.

"Nice flying," Luke said, addressing the compliment to both Mara and Saba.

Coming from such an accomplished pilot as the Jedi Master himself, Saba couldn't help but feel pleased. "Thank you," she said, feeling herself flush dark green beneath her scales.

"The jammer is in Ganet's flier." Luke nodded at one of the fliers still parked nearby. "We didn't deactivate it, so they haven't been able to call for help."

"But we could now, right?" Mara asked.

All eyes turned to Fel, who knew best of all how the local security forces would react to the development. "I think we should make our way to the s.p.a.ceport, as originally planned," he said after a moment's consideration. "While we're out here, there's still an opportunity to dispose of us and erase the evidence. I think it best we present them with a fait accompli by coming back alive." He shot a dark glance to Ganet, glowering on her knees before him. "Showing the Chiss the worst they can do usually brings out the best in them. This is probably just what we need to demonstrate the futility of our inaction while the rest of the galaxy is at war. There's no point pretending we're strong while our own command structure falls apart around our ears." Syal came to stand next to her husband. "I don't want you to go to war," she said, "but I'd rather that than seeing you betrayed by our own people." Fel put a hand on her shoulder and squeezed gently. He said nothing, but his eyes betrayed the affection he obviously held for her.

"We should gather the other pilots from the downed fliers," Luke said. "We can't leave them out here to die in the cold."

"Why not?" Stalgis said, glaring at Ganet. "They seemed to have no qualms about killing us." Ganet glared back at him without apology.

"But we're not them," the Jedi Master pointed out soberly. "Saba, can you sense any of them out there?" A quick Force reading of the wasteland around them located the remaining pilots with ease. "Four of them are alive; three of those are injured. This one will guide you to them." Fel urged the four captives to their feet. "Inside," he said. "And don't try anything, Ganet, because believe me when I say that I won't display the same compa.s.sion that the Jedi have." The woman turned her red eyes upon him malevolently, but she did as she was told without argument.

"And what about Wyn?" Syal asked. "What do we do about her?"

"Don't worry," Luke said. "If I know Jacen, that's already being dealt with." Despair was a feeling Jaina had never succ.u.mbed to - not entirely-but frustration was a completely different story. She had tried twice to distract Salkeli, but the Rodian was watching her far too closely. With the blaster trained on Malinza and the others, there was no way she could risk an open attack.

Then she felt a touch through the Force that was at the same time familiar and strikingly unfamiliar.

Tahiri was nearby and coming closer.

Unnerved though she was by the thought of touching minds with the young Jedi, Jaina made her presence as strong in the Force as she could.

If Tahiri was homing in on her and arrived in time...

Unaware of the subtle life energies flowing around him, Harris had produced Jaina's lightsaber from the folds of his robe and triumphantly activated the s.h.i.+ning blade.

"There remains only one thing to do to make the story watertight,"

he said. "If the Jedi really are to be the enemy, our hero needs some realistic wounds. Don't you think?" Salkeli grinned as Harris approached Malinza. The girl backed away in horror. Vyram pushed himself between the Deputy Prime Minister and the girl. Harris, however, wasn't fazed in the slightest.

"Either one of you will do," he said, raising the violet blade over his head, ready to strike. "I really don't mind which one gets it first."

Jaina couldn't wait any longer. If she was going to act, then she needed to do it now.

A swift outward movement of her arms got rid of the binders, and one solid Force push knocked the lightsaber out of Harris's hands. She duck-rolled as Salkeli brought his blaster to bear on her, his eyes widening in surprise at the abrupt turn of events. She kicked the Rodian's legs from beneath him. Harris wasted no time getting his own blaster out, but Jaina was on her feet in time to deflect his first two shots, directing them harmlessly into the wall. Another two bolts hissed by, exploding loudly somewhere behind her. Then with three quick steps, she lunged at the Deputy Prime Minister, clubbing him with the handgrip of her lightsaber. He collapsed back against the wall, a look of startled annoyance frozen on his face as he slumped to the floor.

Confident that there was no longer any threat from Harris, she turned her attention back to Salkeli. Malinza, however, had already taken care of him. The girl had him pinned to the ground with one arm twisted up behind his back.

Jaina nodded, impressed. "Well done," she said. Then, holding out her lightsaber, she added, "Here, give me your hands." She cut the binders from both Malinza and Vyram with two deft flicks of her blade.

"You'll pay for this!" Salkeli snarled from the floor. "Your time will come soon enough, Jedi filth!"

"Want me to shut him up?" Vyram asked, collecting Harris's blaster.

"Not yet," Jaina said, deactivating her lightsaber. "We might yet need his help." Then, with dismay, she saw the ruin of the remote detonator. One of the stray blaster bolts had struck it square in the top casing. The Rodian followed her stare to the smoking, half-melted box, and burst into a fit of mocking laughter.

Malinza looked, too. "What do we do now?" Jaina thought frantically. "How much longer did we have on the timer?" Vyram shook his head. "I have no idea."

"You've lost, Jedi!" Salkeli cackled.

"Not yet, we haven't," she said, grabbing him under the chin. "Tell me where the bomb is, and tell me now." The Rodian stared at the crackling lightsaber close to his face. "Not that you can do anything to stop it now, anyway, but it's under the premium stalls, tucked safely away behind a ferrocrete support."

"But it still doesn't help us," Malinza said, "because we're trapped in here!" The sound of pounding erupted from the far side of the locked door.

Jaina reached out through the Force and felt Tahiri trying to attract her attention, but the door was too thick to shout through, and two Jedi weren't enough to form a Force-meld.

Frustration returned, but only for an instant. Looking over to Salkeli, she suddenly remembered... She hurried across the room to where the Rodian lay pinned by Malinza. A quick search of his pockets and she soon found what she was looking for: her comlink.

"Tahiri, can you hear me?" A second's pause before: "Jaina? We're right here outside the door!"

"I know. Can you get it open, though?" There was some hesitation.

"The code sequence might take a minute or two to get through, but yes, we should be able to get you out."

"We don't have a minute or two, Tahiri. Listen: there's a bomb. You have to get to it and defuse it."

"Where is it?" Jaina repeated the information that Salkeli had given her.

"How long do we have?"

"I'm not sure, but I'm guessing not much. There was a ten-minute timer, and it's already been ticking away for some time. You'd better get going while I find out how to disarm it."