"Michael Stackpole "The Bacta War"" - читать интересную книгу автора

every second Karrde's people were late allowed the image of a Thyferran
taskforce appearing to pounce on them grow in his mind.
It wouldn't have been so bad, but Corran had not come alone. Gavin, Rhysati, and
Inyri flew X-wings to give him a complete flight, and Mirax had come along in
the Pulsar Skate. None of them knew how dangerous their mission might be-and
Corran granted that the odds of their ending
up dead on this mission probably were no greater than they were on any other-but
he still would have felt better if he could have told them what was really going
on. Of course, that would mean I'd have to know what was going on.
A light flashed on his communications console. He punched the button beneath it.
"Nine here."
"Skate here, Nine." Mirax's voice sounded good to him and immediately began to
take the edge off his frustration. "So, as long as we're waiting, you want to
tell me what you said to my father?"
Corran frowned. "How do you know about that?"
"Well, I could say that you talk in your sleep, but you don't." The light tone
in her voice conveyed the image of her smiling face to him. "When we headed out,
my father shot me a private message. Normally he says I should make sure you
take good care of me. This time he said I should keep my eye on you and follow
your lead. Bit of a difference there."
"Yeah, just a bit."
"So?"
"We had a talk."
"Are you going to tell me what was said, or am I going to convince Emtrey he
needs to spend more time around you?"
"Hey, no reason to trot out the turbolasers here." Cor-ran hesitated for a
moment, then sighed. "Your father and I had it out. He said I'd abandoned you on
Thyferra . . ."
"What?!"
". . . and I accused him of having abandoned you when he went to Kessel."
"What?! You really told him that?"
"Yeah, then I told him that you were everything he wanted to be and that the
last person he should want inter-ested in his daughter was someone who held
himself to the same level of morality and responsibility he did."
"And you still have your arms and legs intact?"
"Your father isn't exactly a Wookiee, Mirax." Corran forced a laugh. "Besides,
it was about that point when Wedge intervened."
"Ah, that explains why you're both still alive."
"Right. Wedge pointed out that since you love the both
of us, we've got a lot more in common than we do in conflict. He said, in
essence, that we should grow up and start acting like adults."
Mirax laughed lightly. "I bet that went over well with my father."
"He listened, and the two of us were prepared to get back into it, but I let
things bounce around inside my head and I realized I was disliking your father
for the wrong rea-sons. Somewhere inside I figured it was my duty to my father
to continue his rivalry with your father, then I realized my father hadn't let
it get personal. He might have hunted your father with a bit more gusto because
your father didn't make it easy, but he didn't hate Booster. By allowing myself
to do so, though, I was really going against everything my father had tried to
teach me."