"Michael Stackpole "The Bacta War"" - читать интересную книгу автораover the Free-dom's hull. Concussion missiles peppered the smaller ship, opening
huge holes in the hull. Explosions wracked the Free-dom, spraying debris in all directions. Yet even before the Lusankya's attack left the Freedom adrift in space, the Imperial Star Destroyer blasted back at the Super Star Destroyer. Turbolasers drilled through the dorsal shields and stabbed fire deep into the Lusankya's heart. Blue ion lightning capered and danced over the hull, teasing fire-balls to life in its wake. The Lusankya shook with the vio-lence of those explosions and others. Drysso shouted at his staff. "Damage reports!" Waroen was first. "Ventral shields, down; dorsal shields, down; bow shields, down; starboard and port shields, down." "You mean to tell me I only have aft shields?" Another explosion shook the ship. "Not anymore, sir." "Captain," yelled his communications officer, "I have a priority message from Director Isard. She's ordering us out of here. We're to follow the shuttle." "What?" "That was the message, sir. She said you should get out of here before you get killed." "Killed!" Drysso's laugh quieted the bridge. "Killed? We are winning here. The Freedom is dead. Freighters are dying. That War Cruiser is next and we've weathered the worst those X-wings can throw at us. We have won! She can run if she wants, but the Lusankya stays here. If she wants to aban-don Thyferra, I will take her place and reap what she has sown." spread through the bridge, beginning at Lieutenant Waroen's station and building around through the crew. For a handful of heartbeats Drysso thought they were cheering him, but those nearest the viewport stared past him, prompting Drysso to turn. Out there, hovering off the Lusankya's port bow, was the Virulence. Drysso clapped his hands. "It's the Virulence and they have our TIE squadrons. Order Virulence to deploy its fight-ers! Now nothing stands between us and total victory!" 40 Three squadrons of fighters poured from the Virulence and entered the fray. Wedge's heart had sunk when Gate reported the launch-ing of the Virulence's fighters. He brought his X-wing around and resigned himself to one last glorious battle. That Impstar only carries six TIE squadrons. I always sort of figured Rogue Squadron would go out in a blaze of glory, and this looks like it is it. "Gate, target me one of Virulence's fight-ers." The droid complied with a beep. Wedge glanced down at the image the droid painted on his monitor. "That's an A-wing." Gate corrected him with a bleat. "Okay, a Mark II A-wing." Wedge shook his head to clear it. A-wings? Where did Isard get A-wings? A familiar voice crackled through Wedge's comm unit. "Ace Lead to Rogue Leader. Mind if we crash your party, Wedge?" "Pash Cracken? Where in the Emperor's dark heart did you come from?" "Booster's flagship. The gravity well pulled my unit out |
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