"Michael Stackpole "The Krytos Trap"" - читать интересную книгу автора

The only one who is missing is Tycbo. Wedge frowned.
Captain Tycho Celchu was a long-standing member of
Rogue Squadron who had served as the squadron's executive
officer. He'd surreptitiously joined the mission to Coruscant
at Wedge's request and had been instrumental in bringing the
planet's defenses down. His action was the latest in a string
of heroic missions Tycho had carried off during his Rebel
career.
Unfortunately, Alliance Intelligence had developed evi-
dence that indicated Tycho was working for the Empire.
They blamed him directly not only for Corran's death, but
for the death of Bror Jace, another Rogue Squadron pilot
who had died early on in the Coruscant campaign. Wedge
had not been fully apprised of what the evidence was that
they had against Tycho, but he did not doubt the man's inno-
cence for a second. Still, his innocence might mean nothing
in the long run.
In spite of the liberation, Coruscant was not a pleasant
or stable world. A hideous epidemicrathe Krytos virus--was




ravaging the non-human population of the planet. It had
struck at the non-humans in the Rebellion and was hard
enough on some species that even coming down to the planet
was an act of extreme bravery. Bacta, as usual, could cure
the virus, but the Rebellion's entire store of bacta was insuffi-
cient to cure everyone. This resulted in panic, and resentment
against humans for their apparent immunity to the disease.
The memorial service had become an important event
because Coruscant's population needed something to unite
them and to get their minds off their suffering, even if only
for a moment. The fact that Rogue Squadron had humans
and non-humans working together in it showed the strength
of unity that had allowed the Rebellion to prevail. Non-
humans coming together along with dignitaries from various
other worlds to mourn a dead human acknowledged the debt
the Rebels owed humans. Speakers devoted themselves to
exhorting their fellows to labor together in building a future
that would justify the sacrifices made by Corran and others.
Their words raised things to a philosophical or metaphysical
level meant to soothe away the anxieties and worries of the
citizens.
Those were noble messages, to be certain, but Wedge felt
they were not the right messages for Corran. He tugged on
the sleeves of his uniform jacket as a Bothan protocol subal-
tern waved him forward. Wedge stepped up to the podium
and wanted to lean heavily upon it. Years of fighting and
saying good-bye to friends and comrades weighed him