Rebel Stand: Enemy Lines II (26 page)

“Great,” Luke said.

   Viqi spent almost her every hour in the chamber that concealed the
Ugly Truth
. Though not technically proficient, she knew enough about machinery—and could glean more from the ship’s computer memory—to have a good sense of the resources available to her here.

Ugly Truth
was definitely capable of spaceflight, and her inboard diagnostics indicated that every ship’s system was undamaged, operational. The ship was fully fueled, and battery power, for starting up systems and even providing her with some discretionary lights and occasional cool air, was adequate to last for weeks more.

The problem was the exit chute. It had collapsed during Coruscant’s fall or subsequent bombardment. Small chunks of duracrete and ferrocrete had fallen, then metal beams had twisted and more rubble had fallen onto the beams, the whole mass crushing into an impenetrable plug.

Floors above the hidden hangar, she’d found a hole providing access into the exit chute above the plug. Here there were signs that someone had been working, digging away at the plug from above, hauling blocks of duracrete into an office chamber at that level. She supposed that
the worker had been the pretty boy who’d given her the locator.

She’d even found the boy’s name. In the ship’s computer records was information about the family that had owned the
Ugly Truth
. Hasville and Adray Terson had been the founders of Terson Comfort Carriers, an airtaxi company; Viqi had seen the ubiquitous vehicles of their fleet, even ridden within them during her secret activities aiding the Yuuzhan Vong. The ship’s records included a holo of their son, Hasray, the boy with the remote.

Another little sad story, she decided. She pondered that for a while. She couldn’t
feel
the sadness of it—far from it, she was elated that the boy’s sacrifice meant her salvation.

Viqi spent most of her time studying the ship’s controls and diagrams, digging into the ship’s stores of food, regaining her strength. Occasionally she had to venture forth—very quietly, very carefully—to work on unplugging the exit chute or to find the chamber, down the hall on this floor, she had chosen for a refresher.

This day, she emerged from the refresher and peered up and down the corridor with her customary caution. There was no sound, no sign of movement. Slowly, carefully she headed back toward the Terson family quarters.

Something wrapped around her neck from behind, jerked her off her feet. She landed on her back, choking, and stared up … into the features of Denua Ku. The warrior held his amphistaff in one hand; the other end of the weapon was coiled around Viqi’s neck.

She gaped up at him. He was dead, she knew he was dead, he’d died back in the furniture manufacturer’s. But
now he stared down at her, helmet off, eyes neither angry nor solicitous. “Get up,” he said.

She struggled to her feet, assuming control over her expression, her manner, her breathing. As she rose, the amphistaff’s tail slid from around her. “Denua Ku,” she said. “I’d thought you had died.”

“I ran.” The warrior’s voice sounded bitter. “My duty dictated that I return to my commander and describe what I’d seen—the giant
Jeedai
. Now that my superiors are informed, I can return to confront the monstrous thing … and kill it, or be killed by it. Why did
you
not seek out the Yuuzhan Vong and tell them what had happened?”

She let some scorn creep into her tone. “A human, alone, wandering about the rooftops, waving down coralskippers? Do you know what happens to them? I do. I was shot at twice.” That was a lie; she’d never ventured to the rooftops. But she’d seen the skips on patrol, seen how they fired at anything that might be an inhabitant of the planet caught above-ground.

“So you came here? Why?”

“I knew the people who lived here.” This lie came smoothly to her, too. “Hasville and Adray Terson, and their boy Hasray. They were wealthy. I knew their quarters would have preserved food hidden in them, and I was right. I knew that would give me time to figure out how to return to the worldship without getting myself killed. How did you find me?”

He reached under his armor at the armpit and pulled forth a creature—an insect about the size of one of Viqi’s fingernails. It looked like some sort of beetle, but was the red color of arterial blood. Though its wings were folded
along its back, perfectly shaped to its carapace, they vibrated, causing the little creature to buzz constantly.

“This is a nisbat,” the warrior said. “When it is near any of its hatchmates, it makes this noise, increasing in volume as it gets closer.”

“So?”

“So one of its hatchmates is within you.”

Viqi couldn’t keep her eyes from widening. “Something that size is
inside me—
”

“No. It was implanted in you when it was fresh-hatched. It cannot grow. It cannot even vibrate. But it can be felt by its fellows.”

“I am … grateful to it. That it has allowed you to find me.”

“Hmmm.” Denua Ku’s acknowledgment sounded neither accepting nor dubious. “Now you will be able to return to the worldship.”

“I am delighted.”

“After we find and kill the giant
Jeedai.
”

Viqi’s heart sank. She kept it from her face. “Shall I hold him down while you kill him?”

Denua Ku’s lips twitched up in a smile. “Amusing. Is that as funny in Basic as it is in our tongue?”

“If our two cultures share anything, it is irony.”

The warrior held up a hand. From other doorways in the corridor emerged more warriors—a party of two dozen or more, Viqi calculated.

And with them was another voxyn. This one was worse off than the previous one; it was a sickly yellow almost everywhere, and in places, its scales were flaking off completely. Its head hung listlessly, and it did not even bother to snap at the warrior nearest it.

“Ah.” Viqi forced a smile. “Even better.”

“Come along.” Denua Ku led the way toward the nearest emergency stairwell.

Viqi followed, her smile fixed, her mind racing.

She would find a way to elude them. She would pry the nisbat from her body, wherever it was hidden. She still had her locator tucked away, and the stairwell to the
Ugly Truth
was closed, hidden; she would be able to return here. She would clear that exit chute and blast off to safety.

And if it were humanly possible, she would see Denua Ku dead first, dead for daring to force her back into his plans when her plans were so much more important.

She kept her back straight and her manner haughty. No matter whom she aided, no matter what she wore, she was of the royal lines of Kuat.

In a deep tunnel, a maintenance causeway sealed off from the surrounding habitat areas, a passage constantly dripping with nearly opaque seepage from the levels above, the voxyn became more alert. It raised its head and began the familiar side-to-side sweeping gestures. The Yuuzhan Vong warriors became agitated and allowed the voxyn and its handler up to the front.

“Warriors, flank it,” Denua Ku ordered. “We cannot lose this one. They are too rare now.”

Two warriors moved up, one on either side of the voxyn. They stayed out of reach of its claws, even when it meant sloshing through black pools of liquid on the floor, but nothing would protect them from its acid if it decided to unleash some in their direction.

Two hundred paces farther on, the voxyn stopped. It stared upward and to the left.

“Find an access,” Denua Ku ordered.

Two warriors ran up the passage, and in moments found stairwells leading upward. The voxyn had to be dragged from its position, closest to the target it felt, to
the stairway, but once hauled into that shaft it bounded up the stairs with an energy Viqi had not seen it display before.

   Mara crept along the metal girder forty meters above the floor. The light from the lamps, dying glowrods, and torches below barely reached her; with her dark garments and skill at movement, she doubted very much that she would be seen.

The floor below was irregular, partially buckled, the result of one of the quakes that Danni said had plagued Coruscant since the Yuuzhan Vong had begun to shift its orbit. It was covered in black material, gummy and sticky, the sort of material Mara had seen on countless roofs of buildings on other worlds. Its use here meant that this surface was not intended as a work or habitation area—but now it was full of beings, a constant stream of haggard males and females of a variety of species emerging from and descending into stairs at the chamber’s four corners. Wearing tatters, not interacting, barely blinking, they carried duracrete blocks and rubbish and portions of bodies, hauling these things out through a side tunnel and returning unencumbered.

Clearly they were excavating something in the chamber or chambers below that black floor, and doing so at the bidding of another. But where, and what, was that being? There was no sign of the Yuuzhan Vong, no sign of Lord Nyax.

From the end of a metal beam that bobbed occasionally under the combination of her weight and the stray breeze that moved through the chamber, Mara could look straight down at the center of the floor. It sagged,
suggesting that there was a single large chamber beneath. She pulled out her comlink. “Luke,” she whispered.

“I’m here.”

She knew that; she could feel him, dozens of meters away, toward one of this chamber’s four upper corners, at the hole Elassar had found. He was with Tahiri, Face, and Kell. Any of them could have been the one to crawl out on this metal beam, but it had been Mara’s turn.

“I suspect it would be child’s play to join one of the work gangs,” Mara said. “I don’t think they’d react if a wampa in a war helmet and a dancing skirt started working with them.”

Face’s voice came back: “Give me a minute, I can work up that disguise.”

“How about you just keep your current outfit and go see what they’re digging up?”

“Spoilsport. Give me about ten minutes to get down there.”

“Will do.” She stiffened. “Wait a second. Something’s changing.”

The line of workers stopped in place, every one of the dozens of blank-eyed Coruscant survivors turning toward a far corner of the chamber. Mara strained to see, then gave up and brought out her macrobinoculars.

In that corner, a flap of sheet metal was pulled aside by something on the other side … and Lord Nyax stepped through.

Mara felt a hiss try to escape her. She stilled it, an unnecessary precaution, as at this distance no living creature could have heard her. But the contrast between the malevolent Force presence she could feel from that man
and his cheerful looks atop that monstrously tall body was startling.

She almost dropped the macrobinoculars. “Luke, did you feel that?”

“I did. Maybe you should get back here.”

“Maybe I shouldn’t.” She returned her attention to the man in the distance. “But keep talking to me.”

“Will do. What are you seeing?”

“Lord Nyax. He’s come through the wall and he’s walking toward the work crews. He’s alone.”

“How’s his expression?”

“Happy. Childish-happy.” For a moment, she could see into Lord Nyax’s thoughts deeper than mere visual evidence should allow her. “He’s pleased with their progress. They’ve got it ready to go.”

“Got
what
ready?”

“What they told him about.” Mara shook her head again as if trying to fling the alien thoughts from her skull by centrifugal force. “I can’t seem to close myself off, Luke. I can’t seem to block it.”

“Me, either. Or Tahiri. I’m coming out there.”

Mara looked back. In the distance behind her, she saw a dark shape emerge from a ceiling-high hole in the wall and come trotting across intact metal beams, more nimble than any acrobat.

She felt another sensation in the Force, a hunger that seemed decidedly out of character for Lord Nyax. She returned her attention to him.

The thing with Irek Ismaren’s face stopped just short of the nearest work crew and was now looking toward the corner of the chamber immediately beneath Luke’s entry point. There were shrieks from the stairwell there.

Figures burst up from the stairwell—armed and armored Yuuzhan Vong warriors emerged, moving fast, and the fifth one out of the stairwell was being dragged by a leashed voxyn. That was the hunger, the desperate craving of the voxyn to find and destroy all Force-users.

The voxyn’s head turned as its gaze swept the room. Mara saw its attention flash across Luke, across her—she felt its awareness of her like a physical touch—and then come to rest on Lord Nyax. It lunged in his direction, its handler unable to hold it back despite the leash. A second warrior grabbed the leash, added his strength to that of the first, and they managed to drag the voxyn to a halt.

Lord Nyax smiled as the warriors, twenty of them now, spread out in a semicircle. They approached him, amphistaffs ready, some of them handling thudbugs or razorbugs. They moved through the crowd of workers, contemptuously shoving those beings aside, hurling them off their feet.

The beam Mara was on bobbed more deeply as Luke arrived. He stretched out behind her and pulled out his own macrobinoculars.

Mara felt a sudden surge of hatred—not for Luke, not for Lord Nyax, but for the Yuuzhan Vong. She knew it to be a sentiment from outside her, and that kept it from being quite as compelling as it could have been.

And in that same instant, the workers screamed in rage of their own and swarmed the Yuuzhan Vong warriors.

The warriors swung and stabbed. Mara saw workers pierced through heart and gut and brain. When those attacks were not instantly mortal, they continued running
and leaping at the Yuuzhan Vong, crashing into them, bearing them to the floor by weight of numbers.

The voxyn handlers went down. The voxyn leaped free and charged Lord Nyax, its growl of rage rumbling through the chamber.

A lightsaber, a red one, ignited in Lord Nyax’s hand. Then Mara took another look. This wasn’t a normal lightsaber; the energy blade emerged from the back of his metallic glove. It pivoted as he flexed his right hand. Another emerged from his left glove.