Star Wars - X-Wing 8 - Isard's Revenge Page 30

  He slid down the ship's hull and landed in a crouch. Ooryl and Nrin had landed to his left and looked over at him. He scanned the line of the wall for signs of life, saw none, and sprinted forward. He crouched again in the shadow of one of the doors for another look, and then darted forward again. He wove a zigzag course to the prison wall, and then waited with his back against it, just to the western edge of the doorway.

  Ooryl and Nrin joined him. Ooryl carried the standard issue blaster and carbine, but Nrin hefted a blaster rifle and a spare belt of powerpacks.

  "You didn't have that in your ship, did you?"

  The Quarren shook his head and then pointed the gun's long barrel at a smoldering corpse on the greensward between them and their ships. "You got him on your strafing run. I just appropriated things he no longer needs."

  Corran nodded, and then took a peek around the corner. He drew his head back just in time as a flurry of blaster bolts chewed into the wall near him. Opening his mouth, he activated the comlink built into his helmet. "Five, you can come in at any time."

  "Copy that, Nine. Keep your heads down."

  Ooryl pointed to the north. "There."

  Corran crouched as the Defender came screaming in. He saw blaster bolts streak up into the sky and spark off the fighter's forward shields, but they were mere droplets in comparison with the torrent of energy coming back toward the ground. Through the thick fabric of his flight suit Corran could feel the heat pouring off the Defender's shots. The roar of the fighter's passing thundered through his chest.

  As Tycho's ship flew over the wall, the trio rose to their feet. They ducked again, quickly, as Inyri's fighter shot past and came up in a high loop to finish her south-to-north run. Keeping low, Corran looked around the corner, and then waved the others on with him.

  The main gateway had a fence-enclosed walkway that led to the main building. Looking to the right, Corran saw the western yard where stormtroopers and guards had been gathering. Thick smoke drifted over it, but not so thick that he couldn't see burning bodies and figures crawling across the ground toward fallen comrades or parts of themselves that they'd lost. Screams of pain echoed within the yard, but a rising chorus of angry shouts started to eclipse them.

  With the shouts came a scattering of blaster bolts. Corran swept his carbine over the yard, firing from the hip. Red bolts pierced the fog, pitching men over backward. Sprinting forward, he dropped an empty powerpack and slapped in a new one, and then resumed firing. Hegemony troopers tracked their fire after him, spattering him with hot metal from the deteriorating fence.

  Ooryl came running after him, keeping his blaster covering the eastern flank. Nrin advanced ten meters into the walkway-a third of the way to the main building-then scythed fire back and forth over the yard. His bolts spun men around, twirling them to the dirt. Their weapons flew as they went down. Other men snapped forward as bolts burned tunnels from stomach to spine. With the blaster's backlight burnishing red highlights onto his black helmet and flight suit, the Quarren seemed the antithesis of the stormtroopers in their white armor. Remorselessly and deliberately Nrin fired until the enemy resistance dribbled to a few sporadic shots, and then he jogged forward and took up a sheltered position at the base of the steps to the main building.

  Corran dashed up the steps and pulled his lightsaber from his belt with his left hand. He thumbed it to life, letting its silver glow banish the shadows, and then stroked it down either side of the front door. Hot metal glowing red on each side, the door fell forward, and then surfed down the steps to strike sparks on the ferrocrete walkway.

  Corran darted into the smoky foyer, dropping to one knee. He tracked the blaster across the opening, and then raised it as Ooryl came in and took up a similar position on the left side of the door. Corran glanced quickly behind him to make sure there was no office at his back.

  Nrin entered the building, doffed his helmet, and clipped the comlink from it to the throat of his flight suit. "Where to from here?"

  Ooryl pointed at a large painted diagram of the building on the wall. "Blue level is supposed to be the isolation block. The Lusankya prisoners would be there, I would think. There seems to be only one stairwell allowing access up there."

  "Makes sense for security reasons prisoners get loose, only one way out of their hole. Besides, I like to start at the top anyway." Corran snapped off his lightsaber, clipped it to his belt again, and led the way off to the right, to the stairwell that occupied the northwest corner of the building. "Eight flights up and we're there."

  The stairwell had been built tightly, with each flight covering half the distance to the next floor. At the top of one an immediate right-angle turn would lead to the next flight. The metal underside of more steps formed the roof of each flight and a wall ran down between flights, preventing someone on one course from seeing what was on the next.

  The steps themselves had been floored with cheap brown duraplast tiles that were already worn, chipped, and cracking from constant use. The walls themselves were covered with a glossy beige tile with a matching tan mortar. Corran had visited many prisons during his time with CorSec, and he recognized the decor and knew the materials had not been chosen for their aesthetic effect. The fact was that they could simply be hosed down to remove bloodstains. And I'd bet that more than one prisoner has slipped and fallen down a flight or two here.

  Because they didn't know if they were walking into trouble or not, they crept up the stairs slowly. At each floor landing they paused and checked the doorway, but found no one waiting for them. Finally, after five agonizing minutes, they reached the top floor and entered a small containment area.

  The isolation cells themselves ran in two long blocks down the center of the fourth floor, oriented north to south. On the east and west sides two spacious galleries, easily five meters wide, separated the back walls of the cells from the tall, translucent windows along the exterior walls. A wall of heavy durasteel bars separated the containment area from the cells and galleries, but allowed Corran to see everything on the fourth floor very clearly.

  And it allowed the guards who had overturned a desk and were using it for cover to see Corran. They opened fire from the western gallery, which drove him to the floor. He rolled to his right, reaching the doorway to the stairs. Nrin and Ooryl grabbed him and dragged him onto the landing. He looked up at them. "Good news is that there's only four of them. Bad news is that they have cover and there's a metal bar wall between us and them."

  Nrin shrugged. "Use the lightsaber to slash it open." "Oh, I'd love to, but I'd be shot to pieces while getting there." Corran hesitated for a moment, and then bounced the heel of his left hand off his helmet's forehead. "Sometimes I'm an idiot."

  Ooryl's helmeted head canted to the side. "Sometimes?"

  Corran gave his wingman a contemptuous sneer, but being hidden by the helmet drained it of its effect. "Nrin, give me your blaster rifle."

  The Quarren handed it over. Corran took it, ignited the lightsaber, and laid it parallel to the blaster rifle's barrel. He walked over to the wall near the door and pressed the muzzle to the wall. He then slid the lightsaber forward until its tip poked through the wall on the far side. He retracted it to about a centimeter shy of the surface, and then held it tight against the barrel.

  Nrin and Ooryl both ducked down the stairs as Corran brought the weapon around and stabbed it into the wall on the south side of the stairwell's landing. Because he was using the rifle barrel as a guide, the silver blade only penetrated the wall to the depth of twenty-nine centimeters instead of piercing it completely. Corran cut across for about a meter, and then ran down for a meter and a half, burning a black outline of a doorway into the wall. He shut the lightsaber off and handed the rifle back to Nrin.

  "There should only be a centimeter of tile between the wall and the gallery at the cut lines. I'll draw their fire, you break through and catch them with flanking fire."

  Nrin's tentacles curled up smartly. "For an idiot, you seem to think well."r />
  "First time for everything."

  "Thanks, Ooryl."

  Leaving his two friends poised to act, Corran dove out through the doorway and triggered a burst of blasterfire. He let himself continue to slide to the left, using the security cellblock corner to eclipse the guards' fire, and then he sprinted forward to the wall of bars. Peeking around the corner he triggered another burst of red bolts, and then ducked back as a flurry of bolts burned into the walls and scorched metal bars.

  He heard a crackling sound, and then heard the whine of more blasterfire. He scooted forward and fired. His bolts nibbled away at the desk, but Nrin's heavier bolts burned clean through it. "One guard tumbled back and another scrambled to maintain his balance. His arms flailed, and then a bolt to the chest picked him up and sent him flying deeper into the gallery. A third guard took a bolt in the shoulder, and the fourth tossed his blaster out onto the floor before raising his hands.

  Corran slashed the gate in the wall of bars open while Nrin and Ooryl kicked their way free of wall debris. As the other two kept their weapons on their captive, Corran used his lightsaber to cut away a corner of the stairwell wall, allowing someone to cover the lower landing and the flight up to the door. "This should let you hold off reinforcements."

  Ooryl nodded and took up a position beside the corner hole.

  Corran waved the man who had surrendered over to him. "General Dodonna, now!"

  The man's jaw dropped. "But I can't open the cell. I don't have a cardkey."

  Corran worked the humming lightsaber blade through an infinity loop. "I can handle it."

  The guard led him into the isolation cell area and pointed at a cell about a third of the way down. Corran stabbed the lightsaber into the lock mechanism, and then worked the blade around in a spiral to sever the latch. The door slowly swung open, the lightsaber's light seeding the recesses with dark shadows.

  In the corner, on a hard pallet that served as a bunk, an old man raised his left hand to shield his eyes from the glare. The white hair and beard spoke to the man's age, and the way he straightened up in the face of what seemed to be an Imperial pilot armed with a lightsaber gave testament to his inherent courage.

  "General Dodonna?"

  The old man nodded. "I'm Jan Dodonna."

  "It's been a long time, General." Corran removed his helmet and smiled. "Are you ready to go home?"

  35

  The reddish glow from the fist Prince-Admiral Delak Kren-nel made with his mechanical right hand painted his face in bloody highlights. Through the viewport on Reckoning he watched the New Republic fleet begin its withdrawal. Yes, they're running. This is better than I could have expected.

  Krennel could not believe his good fortune. He'd been staging for a long grazing strike at Coruscant. He expected it to embarrass the New Republic while they were waiting to ambush him. In reality they struck at Ciutric, expecting him to be away waiting to ambush another convoy. Their error, which was compounded by the relative weakness of their taskforce, would allow him to crush them and then make his strike at Coruscant.

  "Weapons, target the Mon Cal cruiser. Same orders to Decisive and Emperor's Wisdom."

  "As ordered, Prince-Admiral."

  A smile spread over Krennel's face as his forward gunners lashed Home One with heavy turbolaser battery fire. Gold-tinged scarlet energy bolts battered the New Republic ship's bow and port shields. The Mon Cal shield sphere slowly shrank as the incoming fire boiled off layers of energy. Finally the bow shield collapsed and the hull itself crisped to a blackness as paint ignited and armor ablated. Ion bolts skittered, arced, and danced over the rounded ship's surface, and then a dozen concussion missiles from Emperor's Wisdom tracked a series of explosions over the hull. Fires raged in a couple of craters, prompting cheers from the bridge crew.

  Krennel stared down at the crew pit from his catwalk. "Why isn't Decisive firing?"

  The communications officer looked up from his station. "Decisive reports that Emancipator reinforced their port shields and soaked off the damage that had to pass them to get to Home One. They request leave to engage Emancipator."

  "No! Tell Decisive to roll to port, and then come up and over Emancipator." Krennel thrust a finger at the viewpoint. "I want that cruiser dead!"

  The Mon Calamari cruiser and Emancipator fired. The Mon Cal's turbolaser batteries concentrated their fire on Reckoning's forward shield. The invisible energy bowl protecting the ship's bow suddenly filled with a translucent pink that quickly evaporated as blue ion cannon bolts lanced through it. Blue lightning crawled from corner to corner and glided along lines over the ship's hull. Two heavy turbolaser batteries exploded and Krennel saw at least two gunners ejected into space as their stations ripped themselves apart.

  Emancipator's weapons on both sides cut loose. The port gunners delivered a full broadside into Decisive'^ port shield, shredding it. Turbolaser fire slashed black furrows along the Imperial Star Destroyer's hull, and drilled deep at several points. Ion cannon bolts sent jagged lightning whips cavorting over its hull, with a couple scurrying up the command tower as fast as Jawas after droids. The New Republic ship's starboard batteries targeted Reckoning and peeled away its starboard shields. Krennel felt the deck shift beneath his feet as a power surge momentarily knocked the in-ertial compensators offline. Turbolasers vaporized portions of the hull. Warning sirens blared and fires burned as atmosphere vented.

  Krennel clutched at the catwalk railing. "Sensors, are they still withdrawing?"

  "Yes, Prince-Admiral. They're pulling out on an exit vector that will allow them to go to hyperspace in thirty seconds."

  "Security, damage report."

  "Minimal, Prince-Admiral."

  Krennel nodded solemnly. "Helm, come about to a heading of ninety degrees, but keep her level. We'll give them our port shield to shoot at and a full broadside on the Mon Cal. Weapons, port on the Mon Cal, starboard targets of opportunity."

  "As ordered, Prince-Admiral."

  "Prince-Admiral!" The man at the sensor station waved a hand at him. "I have the southern Daplona shield down. Two of the New Republic ships are heading to ground."

  "Weapons send a squadron of TIEs down to deal with that problem."

  "Done, Prince-Admiral."

  "Two are running for the ground, and the rest for space. We can't have that." Krennel flashed teeth in a cruel smile. "Communications, tell Binder to power up the gravity wells. Our dying enemies can't be allowed to leave. After all, the fun has just started, hasn't it?"

  Recognition bloomed in the old man's eyes, bringing a smile to Corran's face. "So you did escape Lusankya after all. Is-ard tossed us a skull and said you didn't make it."

  Corran nodded. "I did, and even had a hand in killing her. At least, I thought we killed her."

  Dodonna stood. "She's still been in charge of us." "That's a clone. The real thing is still out there, too." Dodonna's eyes-widened. "Two of her?" "Yes, General. Now you know why we need you back." Corran tossed the General his blaster pistol, pulled the comlink from his helmet, and clipped it to his flight suit's lapel. He tossed the helmet on the General's cot, and then turned and poked his blaster carbine at the guard. "Can you pop the rest of these cells?" "Some."

  "Good, get them open and I'll get the rest." Corran crossed the hallway and started slashing open cells. A motley assembly of individuals slowly shambled out. Some he recognized from his time on Lusankya. Forty cells produced a total of ninety prisoners. "Is this everyone, General?"

  Dodonna squinted, and then nodded. "We all managed to communicate despite the guards' best efforts to the contrary. A few here weren't on the Lusankya, but Krennel had them imprisoned for political crimes."

  "Well, you're all free, courtesy of the New Republic." Nrin's voice rose above the husky cheering. "Corran, come here, fast."

  Corran sprinted back toward the stairwell and immediately identified the reason for Nrin's yell. Both he and Ooryl stood at the corner hole in the wall, shooting down into the stairwell. S
hots were coming back up at them, but they managed to dodge back before any burst could hit them.

  Ooryl pointed at the hole. "Guards and stormtroopers have worked their way up the stairs. We've been keeping them back. I think they're going to get a door from below to use as a shield."

  "Got it." Corran pointed two of the Lusankya prisoners at the dead guards. "Get their blasters and come with me."

  He ran over to the stairway and dropped to one knee. He stabbed his lightsaber into the top landing and cored out a big circle. It dropped down three meters, clanging off the heads of some stormtroopers who fell back down the stairs. Thrusting his blaster into the hole, he triggered a burst that danced two guards back against the wall, and then left them twitching on the landing a half a floor below.