"Michael Stackpole "The Bacta War"" - читать интересную книгу автораHe punched a button on his com-munication console that started green, then
quickly shifted to red. "Nine has double-lock. I'm firing." "Launch, Nine, then get clear." "As ordered, Lead." Corran pulled the trigger on his stick and watched two proton torpedoes streak away at their target. "Pull the Lusankya's fangs and hope we don't get gummed to death on the way out." 38 Drysso stared down at his aide. "How many incoming tor-pedo tracks, Lieutenant Waroen?" "Twenty, sir." Two per X-wing. Survivable. "You see, only twenty." "Wait, sir. I have twenty-four." "No matter." "Now I have forty, no, eighty. Eight zero." Drysso's jaw dropped as he saw a nova flare blossom up over the horizon of his starboard bow. The shields held for a second or two, then collapsed. Warning sirens started shriek-ing on the bridge as multiple torpedo and missile hits ex-ploded six kilometers away on the ship's bow. The brilliant fire gnawed at the clean lines of his ship, shattering armor plates and triggering dozens of secondary and tertiary explo-sions. Even before the tremors reached the bridge, Drysso started shouting orders. "Waroen, kill those sirens. Give me damage control reports. Guns, what have you lost and why haven't you gotten me the Freedom yet?" Waroen's voice rose above the din. "Captain, we have full bow shield collapse." "Sir, I don't know, sir." "Sithspawn! Find out how!" Drysso watched as the Free-dom fired down at the Super Star Destroyer. Salvos of red turbolaser bolts pulsed out from the smaller ship, savaging the Lusankya's unprotected bow. Vaporized armor immedi-ately condensed into metal clouds that hid the full extent of the damage done, but Drysso had no hopes that his bow would look like anything but a blackened, battered lump. Still, that damage is nothing compared to what we can do. Over a hundred starboard ion cannons fired back at the Freedom in a display so massive it appeared as if sheets of blue energy had erupted from the Lusankya's side. The Impe-rial Star Destroyer's shields imploded, leaving azure lightning to skip and arc all over the ship's surface. Drysso saw second-ary explosions ripple through the smaller ship's port gun decks, letting him know the Freedom had been badly hurt. "Captain, I've lost fifteen percent of my starboard fire-power." "Thank you, Guns. Lieutenant Waroen, where did those missiles come from?" "The freighters, sir, they're launching missiles that ap-pear to be using the starfighter telemetry to target us." Waroen glanced at his monitors. "Sir, I can reestablish the bow shield, but it will lower our protection elsewhere." "Do it, Waroen. Guns, forget the Freedom. Kill the freighters." Drysso clasped his hands at the small of his back. "The freighters are our main threat now. Kill them, and this battle is over." Tycho Celchu rolled his X-wing to port, then pulled back on his stick. He cruised in on the tail of a TIE fighter and pulled the trigger. Two bursts of dual-fire lasers shot out, stabbing deep into the engine assembly. He rolled |
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