"Michael Stackpole "The Bacta War"" - читать интересную книгу автораwe shipped with a dozen Death-seeds and pilots. We would be honored to join your
battle against Iceheart." Which is what you wanted the instant you heard we were fighting her, but you could never have asked. You wanted to be invited. Wedge sat back. "I know you are aware of how serious this is, but there really are fairly grand problems here. If you join us, Iceheart could cut the bacta supply to Ryloth." "Ryll may not be bacta, but it suffices for many of our needs." Tal'dira shrugged. "Twi'leks pride themselves on be-ing hearty, and bacta is seen in some quarters as a means for the weak to survive. If we are deprived of it we will lose people, but if we do not oppose Iceheart and take our place in the galaxy, what is the reason for living?" "And you know Iceheart isn't going to forgive you if we lose." The Twi'lek smiled easily. "The implacable foe is the only one worth facing. If we know we have lost everything we will fight that much harder. Such are the battles worth winning and worth taking pride in." Wedge raised his tumbler again and clinked it against Tal'dira's. "Welcome to the Bacta War, Tal'dira. Here's hop-ing Iceheart and her people choke on your Deathseeds." 15 The thing Corran hated the most about floating in the bacta tank was that he could see blurred figures outside the tank, but he couldn't communicate with them. Even when one or more got close enough to press a hand to the transparisteel window into the tank, he couldn't make out who was at the far end of the arm. He could guess, but since the room out-side the tank was kept dim and lit mostly by a yellow-green glow from within the tank itself, confirming He had no way of knowing how long he'd been in the tank, but he found the duration of his stay both too long and too short. Pain in his back and guts had been overwhelming at first, but it subsided after a while. In its wake came a tingling in his legs, which was good since he'd not felt any-thing in them at first. Only after feeling returned to them did Corran allow himself to think about how badly he had been hurt and how close he'd come to death. / probably broke my pelvis in the fall, then when the stormtroopers landed on me I broke my back and probably ruptured internal organs. Had bacta not been available, those injuries would have been fatal. That realization sobered Corran and gave him a clarity of mind that allowed him to go back over what he had done at the spaceport. His two mistakes were very clear and gnawed at him. / should have known better. I am not a Jedi. Trying to use Jedi methods without proper training is stupid, as I found out. I'm as bad as wannabe police-a Jedi vigi-lante. If Jedi techniques were just parlor tricks and illusions, the Emperor wouldn't have hunted all the Jedi down and had them destroyed. If these abilities are that dangerous, they shouldn't be used without proper training. While that line of thought made certain he'd never again try to warp the brain of a stormtrooper, Corran was not as harsh in his self-judgment concerning the fight on the cat-walk. Lacking a blaster and pinned down by crossfire, to do nothing would have meant both he and Mirax would be dead. Escaping that trap required action and he'd taken ac-tion. His mistake in the fight had been the result of inexperi-ence with the weapon he'd used. / swung wildly, using more power than I needed. If I moderated things, kept the blade more under control, I |
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