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accessible if he needed it. Of course, on this mission, if I need it, we're in deep Huttdrool. In theory, it was a quick hit and run. Though Yonka didn't know it, Kina Margath had long been a Rebel agent on Elshandruu Pica. Poe, the droid serving as Yonka's valet, had once been part of Rogue Squadron's staff. Once Wedge put out feelers to learn more about the soldiers in Isard's employ, a complete rundown on Yonka's affairs came back, providing the basic information for the mission. If any more than one or two shots get triggered, we've done something very wrong. So far it had gone completely as expected, and Corran didn't like that. On such missions-the same sort he'd performed dozens of times when with the Corellian Security Force-nothing ever seemed to go as planned. In going after Yonka, the most likely glitch would arrive in the form of the Moffs own squad of stormtroopers, and that was a serious complication. Exfiltration under fire is not going to be fun. Even though he knew that outcome was a distinct possi-bility, Corran didn't have a bad feeling about the mission. Prior to his learning he was the grandson of a Jedi Master, he would have put the lack of dread down to his rather foolish and rash belief in good luck. He'd always trusted his feelings about things, but he'd never questioned the mechanism that generated those feelings. To him they just existed, and he had learned to abide by them or deal with the consequences. Now he knew that his feelings were really based on sen-sations he was getting of and through the Force. Before they were intangible and even though he gave them weight, others did not. Now, because of Luke Skywalker, the Force had gained credence. Others would accept what he felt as if it were a true measure of what That frightened Corran-especially after the disaster on Thyferra. / don't know enough about the Force and what it means to rely on it. I certainly can't let others use what I feel as a crutch. If I'm wrong, they'll pay for my mistake. I won't have that happen. He reached the rendezvous point in a little ravine slightly northeast of the cottage. Corran crouched between Ooryl and Rhysati, across the way from Gavin, Wedge, and the tall Gand named Vviir Wiamdi. The other two members of the team waited in Picavil's spaceport with two X-wings, ready to cover their escape if things got messy. Bror Jace and Inyri Forge will be able to down anything the Moff can put in the air, but if we need them I'm sure .the Avarice will scramble fighters, and then we're stuck. Wedge looked up at Corran and nodded. He tapped Cor-ran and Rhysati on the knee and pointed off toward the right. Ooryl and Vviir were directed left, leaving Wedge and Gavin to go straight in at the open garden doors and into the back of the cottage. Wedge tapped his chronometer, then held up two fingers. Two minutes to get into position, then we go. Corran nodded and followed Rhysati. He still felt good about the mission. Let's hope that holds true. Let's hope the only sur-prise is that which appears on Yonka's face. Sair Yonka let himself into the cottage and nearly dropped the magnum of Mandalorean Narcolethe he'd brought to share with Aellyn. The door clicked shut behind him, muffling the sound of the repulsor limo's departure-not that he could have heard it past the thunder of his heartbeat in his ears. He had enough presence of mind to prevent his jaw from drop-ping open and instead crafted a |
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