"Michael Stackpole "The Bacta War"" - читать интересную книгу автораprecede him up the stairs and had the other one follow, but the precaution
proved unneces-sary as they saw no one and nothing while they climbed up two floors. They emerged from the stairwell on the hangar level. "Down around the corner, to the right. Hurry, I hear the engines powering up." This did not please Vorru, since he had intended to pilot the shuttle himself-primarily because he was the only pilot he wanted to know his final destination. The fact that the shuttle had already begun to power up meant someone else had decided to use his means of escape, which created a huge set of complications to be dealt with. Vorru's displeasure with the situation bled into his words, causing his guards to sprint on ahead of him and around the corner to the hangar. A volley of scarlet blaster bolts sent the armored guards tumbling back down the hallway. They slammed into the wall and rebounded, but were hit by a half dozen more shots be-fore they landed on the floor. One laser carbine came spin-ning across the floor to trip Vorru up. He crashed down hard, but bit back a curse and thereby saved his own life. From the ground he had a narrow view of the hangar and the cloaked forms of two of Isard's Royal Guards walk-ing from the doorway over toward his shuttle, hard! She's using my shuttle to escape. How dare she! Vorru snatched up the blaster that had tripped him, then sprinted into the hangar. At point-blank range he shot both of the men in scarlet armor in the back, then dove for cover as the shuttle's laser cannons sprayed the hangar with bolts. He felt the hot backblast of the shuttle's maneuvering jets as it kited off, then emptied the blaster's power cell by pumping shot after shot into the vanishing shuttle's shields. thinks I'm stuck here, but I'd have been as stupid as she is if I only had one bolt hole." He toed one of the Royal Guards, then flipped the body over and pulled the blaster carbine it had been lying on from the floor. "I will survive this, Ysanne Isard, if for no other reason than to make you pay for the trouble you've given me." As Corran's X-wing raced in on the Lusankya, the Super Star Destroyer began to roll. "Lead, what do we do?" "Stay on target. We may not be edge-on anymore, but we can hit the guns from below. Commence weave, thirty sec-onds to firing position." Corran rolled his fighter to starboard, opening up some room between himself and Ooryl. He pulled back on his stick and nudged it to port, throwing the X-wing into a spiral the pilots referred to as a weave. The fighter's movements were not wholly regular, making it all but impossible for the Lusankya's gunners to get a good shot at them. Of course, one good shot with those heavy turbolasers and all the bacta in the galaxy couldn't help me. The Lusankya's heavy weapons filled the void with countless bolts of green laser energy. The shots spiraled out as crews tried in vain to target the incoming snubfighters. Cor-ran studied the bases of the cones, mentally recording the location of each battery. Those are what make this mountain of metal dangerous. Destroy them and it's just a big box in space. Despite the spiral, getting a target lock on the Lusankya was not hard at all. Corran shifted his weapon's-control over to proton torpedoes and linked them for dual-fire. The box at the center of his head-up display went red immediately and Whistler sounded a constant tone indicating target lock. "Good, Whistler, good." |
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