Rogue Squadron (37 page)

Mirax and Corran? Perhaps opposites
do
attract
. It struck him that their attraction to each other seemed as improbable as that of Princess Leia
to Han Solo. The thought caused a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.
If they have as many ups and downs as those two …

Mirax walked over to him and watched him through slitted eyes for a second. “Are you borrowing trouble, Wedge?”

“Are you reading my mind?”

“Huh?”

“Nice coat—looks better on you than it does on Corran.”

Mirax smiled, but didn’t blush. “We’re friends. Ooryl offered me his bunk last night and I accepted. Corran and I talked. Nothing happened.” She glanced to the side and noticed Erisi’s approach. “It’s a good thing Corran doesn’t snore—I was able to get
some
rest.”

Wedge shook his head. “We’re heading out, Mirax. I left a message behind for you and your father, if I don’t make it back.”

“You will, Wedge. You’ve gobbled up the best the Emperor had to offer—no reasons to imagine the crumbs will choke you.” Mirax gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see if I can find enough paint to be able to decorate your T-65 with the new kills.”

“Thanks, Mirax.” He turned to Erisi. “You have something for me, Ms. Dlarit?”

“Mission Control says Case Green is in effect.”

“Good. We’re clear to go.” Wedge whistled loudly and circled his right hand over his head. The Rogue Squadron pilots looked at him for a second, then pulled themselves into their cockpits. “Sorry you’re not going with us, Ms. Dlarit.”

“Not as sorry as I am. May the Force be with you.”

Wedge smiled. “Thanks. Stay out of danger, the both of you.” He pulled on his helmet and climbed
up into the X-wing’s cockpit. He strapped himself into the ejection seat, then punched the ignition sequence into the computer. The engines came up with only a trace of a whine. He closed the cockpit canopy, then glanced behind himself.

“Are you ready, Mynock?”

The R5 unit beeped at him and Wedge projected a trace of fear into the reply’s tremolo.
Wouldn’t be a mission if we didn’t feel that way
.

“Rogue Leader to Mission Control, requesting liftoff clearance.”

“Control to Rogue Leader, you and your squadron are clear for takeoff. Be strong in the Force. And shoot straight.”

“As ordered, Tycho. See you in ten hours.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

Wedge gave Tycho’s silhouette in the control center’s window a thumbs-up, then he slowly cut in the repulsorlift drive. The X-wing rose from the ground and, with a light foot on the rudder pedals, turned left toward the hangar door. Easing the throttle forward he applied thrust and started out. He let his nose dip a bit to give himself a better view of the area through which he flew, retracted his landing gear, and cruised out into the open.

All around him the golden savannahs of Noquivzor spread out, the long grasses teased by gentle breezes. His ship seemed immune to the wind, just as it was immune to the peace of the planet. Off in the distance brown specks flowed together into a dark flood as a mossy-horned herd of wildernerfs invaded the valley. In one huge tree, the only one visible to Wedge, a pride of taopari waited for the prey to drift closer before they would start their hunt.

Tycho was right—I’m not too old for this game. I have, however, been playing it for far too long. When I get back, I’m going to get out and walk
across these plains and drink in a little life, a little peace
. He nodded slowly.
It’s no good to keep fighting if I allow myself to forget
why
I’m fighting
.

Corran’s voice crackled through the helmet speakers. “Rogue Squadron assembled, sir.”

Wedge brought the nose of his fighter up. “Thank you, Rogue Nine. Full speed to the jumppoint, people. We’ve got an appointment to keep and it won’t do for us to be a minute late.” Wedge punched his throttle full forward, leaving wind-whipped grasses and roiling clouds as the only sign he had been on the planet.

And Noquivzor erased those traces effortlessly.

Mirax shivered and hugged her arms around herself. As she turned away from the hangar opening, she saw Erisi staring ion bolts at her.
Now I know why I felt cold
. She put her arms through the sleeves of the jacket and pulled it taut at her waist so Corran’s name tape could be read over the breast pocket. “I think they’ll do fine.”

“I
know
it.” The Thyferran glared at her. “Of course, your antics with Corran could doom the mission. He needed rest.”

“And he got it.” Mirax met Erisi’s stare openly. “Corran and I are friends, nothing more. His father knew my father.”

“His father
hunted
your father.”

“And got him, so you can rest assured that nothing could develop between us.”

“Good. See that it doesn’t.”

The implied challenge got beneath Mirax’s skin. “And if I don’t?”

Erisi’s blue eyes sparked anger. “You are a smuggler. I have it within my power to see to it that you never are able to handle bacta shipments. I can guarantee that anyone who wants to handle bacta shipments
will never deal with you. In short, I can end your career here and now.”

The Thyferran’s expression eased, but the energy in her eyes did not diminish. “Conversely, you can be rewarded for leaving Corran alone. The very influence that I could bring to bear against you can be made to work for you. We can be friends, and you will find that a very good thing.”

Mirax killed the desire to haul off and smack the smug grin from Erisi’s face.
She was adrift in space and isn’t on a mission with her squadron—she’s bound to be muddy in her thinking
. “I’ll take that under advisement. Even
if
I felt something more for Corran, well, I make my living selling all sorts of things I might like for myself. In fact, I should be seeing to business right now. If you will excuse me.”

“Of course.” Erisi smiled sweetly, but it failed to cut the venom in her eyes. “We’ll speak again.”

Mirax mirrored her smile, then stalked off toward the
Pulsar Skate
. She headed up the gang-ramp and sniffed the air for traces of coolant. She smelled nothing, which should have made her happy, but the abbreviated conversation with Erisi left her uneasy.
And
, she realized,
it’s because of more than the imperious way she spoke to me
.

Mirax had learned to handle all manner of client attitudes toward her, but that had been easy since it was business, not personal. Erisi was giving her orders concerning her personal life. She even threatened business pressures to make Mirax change her personal life. While what Erisi offered was indeed very tempting, the practical result would be that Mirax would be selling a piece of herself and that was something she had long ago vowed never to do.

She wanted to convince herself that her upset came from the principle of the whole thing, but she couldn’t dismiss the nascent feelings she had for
Corran. It wasn’t love—of that she was pretty certain—but it
could
have moved toward it. At the very least Corran represented something from her past that provided an illusion of constancy to life.

She knew she could have hated him as easily as liked him, and she’d expected more negative feelings for him, but they just weren’t there. In bringing him the
ryshcate
and the black-market goods she’d expected an angry reaction from him. That would have been reason enough to think poorly of him, but he’d been gracious in accepting the gifts. She’d started to soften toward him that night, which is why she fled.

Mirax admitted to herself that she’d accepted Ooryl’s offer to get another shot at kindling negative feelings. She’d been prepared to sleep with Corran, and hate him in the morning if he’d seduced her with some “and tomorrow I may die” line. The fact that he hadn’t tried to seduce her, and had deftly sidestepped invitations to keep her warm in the night, confirmed what she had known all along—he was a bit more complex than the stereotypical CorSec officer.

She shivered.
I don’t need or want involvement with
anyone,
much less the son of the man who sent my father to Kessel. I also don’t want some bacta queen ordering me around
.

Her head came up as she realized her Sullustan pilot had spoken to her. “What?”

Liat Tsayv, the mouse-eared pilot, chittered at her again.

“No, I don’t know where we’re going because I don’t know what we’ll be hauling.”

The Sullustan canted his head to the side and muttered reprovingly.

“Well, for your information, I
didn’t
sleep with a pilot,
and
even if I
had
slept with him, he isn’t the
unit’s quartermaster. Have you thought of pulling a unit want list from Emtrey? No?” She pointed at the communications console. “Do it now.”

Liat punched up a comm frequency, then squeaked and squealed through a headset. Mirax hit another button and a holographic list featuring icons and dual buy/sell prices grew up from the holoplate in the middle of the
Skate’s
cockpit. She scanned the list quickly and saw most of it was military equipment, which was paid for with promises and brought a very low profit margin into the equation. Still, she was willing to bring it in provided she had some high-value cargo to make a run worth her time.

The consumer goods list began and she found it much more promising than the military list. Then some odd products started showing up. “Liat, ask for confirmation on the prices for fifteen through twenty-five inclusive.”

The Sullustan complied with the order, then nodded and rubbed his hands together greedily.

“Damn, this is not good.” Mirax smacked her hands together. “Tell the droid we’ll buy
all
he has of fifteen through twenty-five. Yes,
all
.”

Liat chirred angrily.

“I know we can’t fit it all in here. Negotiate an exclusivity contract with him. Give him whatever he wants. A partnership even. Just do it.” She snatched a comlink from the recharging port in the cockpit wall. “When you have it locked, call me. I’ll be out looking for Wedge’s XO. We have a problem, a big problem, and if I can’t head if off, I’ve got friends who are on their way to die.”

33

Wedge keyed his comm as the squadron came out of hyperspace and prepared for the second and final leg of their run into the Pyria system. He adjusted the power output for the comm so the signal would become weak and garbled outside the kilometer sphere in which the ships moved. Even though the comm would scramble the transmission and make it all but impossible for the Empire to decrypt, he wanted to take the further precaution of making the signal all but impossible to pull in.

“This is Rogue Leader. There is one final refinement to our plans that you should know about. There is no system codenamed Phenaru. We’re going back to Blackmoon.” Wedge waited for comments and protests, but only silence came in over his headset. He took that as a vote of confidence in him by his people and that brought a smile to his face.

“The mission as simulated was exact with the following exception—the simulated run through the asteroid belt to get into the planet was based on a run through the canyons on Borleias’s sole moon. We come in to the system behind it, swing around
on its surface, and take a direct shot at the nightside of the world. The moon is what will make leaving tough, but coming in it will shield us from unfriendlies on the world. Cometary fragments are causing meteor showers, so planet-based detection stations should have a hard time picking us up. Any questions?”

Bror’s voice growled through the speakers. “You’re saying, Commander, we’re getting another shot at the squints who escaped us last time?”

I was under the impression
we
were the ones who escaped last time
 … “That’s about the size of it. And there will be friendlies in the area, but not in fighters and they’ll be mute. Our mission is to hit the conduit and get back out. The fuel limitations are exactly what they were in the simulator.” Wedge hit a button on his console. “Speed and coordinates for the jump to hyperspace sent now. We’ll be three hours to Borleias, so use the time to review the run.”

The squadron went to light speed and Wedge checked his fuel level. Given mission parameters, distance from the moon to target, and expected fuel consumption rates he was in fine shape. On the run from the moon to Borleias he would begin burning fuel directly from the belly pod and begin to use it to refill what little fuel the escape from Noquivzor and the hyperspace jumps had burned from his main tank. The double duty would allow him to drain the pod more quickly and jettison it shortly after the end of the run to the target. The others would be following the same procedure, though the second and third flights would ditch their pods before they began valley runs.

Wedge felt confident his people would succeed in destroying the tunnel. That would allow the commandos, who were arriving in the system from a different direction and at a different time, to get in and
do their jobs before Defender Wing arrived. The exact timing of the commando operation had been kept from him, though Ackbar had said that if his people could help, it would be appreciated. He took that to mean the commandos and their arrival would overlap with Rogue Squadron’s operation, but the only help the Rogues could realistically offer would be to scatter the local fighters, and that was something he knew he could not possibly prevent his people from doing anyway.

“We’re good, we’re trained, and we know we have to succeed.” Wedge smiled and brought up a visual simulation of the valley run. “With a little luck and a lot of heart, there’s nothing that can stop us from succeeding.”

“But, Captain Celchu, you
must
tell me where they are.” Mirax waved a datapad at him. “I think the mission has been compromised.”

Tycho shook his head. “It’s impossible.”

She jerked a thumb at the door to his quarters. “Sure, and the Security officers standing guard over you told me it was impossible for me to speak with you, but I’m here aren’t I?”