"Michael Stackpole "The Bacta War"" - читать интересную книгу автораfleet, so I concluded there must have been three War Cruisers. The Valiant and
the other two were the last three built in that class, were commissioned, and then were immediately decommissioned. Unlike the other ships the Alderaanians had used in the Clone Wars-which were strapped and melted down into peace medals that were pre-sented to the crews and surviving families as mementos- there were no records of scraps being sent out to crews. Nor are there records of crews having served on them, so I have concluded that they were immediately refitted with droids to accompany the War Frigate Another Chance." Booster's jaw hung open. "You remembered all that and figured it all out?" Mirax laughed. "Winter has a holographic memory. She remembers everything she sees, hears, or experiences, includ-ing that dumb look you're giving her." Booster snapped his mouth shut, then shook his head. "Then remember this: Never have children." Wedge snorted out a quick laugh. "Crumbs don't fall far from the Hutt's mouth, Booster." "Thanks a lot, Wedge." Mirax gave him a hard stare, but softened it with a smile. "Sorry, Mirax. Winter, what are the chances that Cour-age and Fidelity are still out there?" "Won't have any way of estimating that until we get a look at Valiant's inner workings. Emtrey thinks he can find a way in, and he now has Whistler helping him slice some code. Zraii is nearly shedding his carapace over a chance to work on the Valiant, so my guess is that they'll have it open and functioning to our satisfaction within a couple of weeks." it too small for you?" "I'm sure you can find someone else who is better suited to commanding it." Booster forced a yawn. "Overseeing a crew of droids would be more boring than I care to imagine. You should give the job to that protocol droid of yours." Corran laughed. Trying to visualize Emtrey on the bridge of a ship issuing commands produced ridiculous images in his mind. "By the time he informed his crew of his qualifications, they'd mutiny." Wedge and the others who had worked with Emtrey joined Corran in laughter. Wedge ended his laugh with a cough, then cleared his throat. "I think Emtrey is better suited to be an Executive Officer, not a Commander. I do think, however, we've got someone who has the skills we need and could get more out of a droid crew than anyone else." He reached out with his right hand and touched Aril Nunb on her left shoulder. "You've flown more than fighters. Inter-ested in commanding a War Cruiser?" Her deep red eyes widened in surprise, then she nodded. "That's a job I can handle. I may need Emtrey to help me." "He's all yours." Wedge gave her a nod, then smiled at the others. "Okay, I think we've got some directions in which we can head and some operations to plan. We got lucky this time, but from here on out, we manufacture luck. The good we'll keep and the bad will go to Isard. She missed her best chance to kill us off, and I see no reason to give her another one." 26 The apathetic mask Fliry Vorru had fitted onto his face cracked. He'd managed to |
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