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wouldn't think for themselves and would follow me into disaster if I make a
mistake. What I'd missed is exactly what you do. You give your people
responsi-bilities and make them rely on each other. If we'd just fol-lowed your
lead while on Coruscant, the Imps would still own this world. I need to do just
that with my people. If I give them responsibility, they'll learn that I trust
them. Once they realize that, they'll also trust in themselves and won't follow
me blindly when I do something stupid."
Wedge stood and offered Pash his hand. "You'll be sorely missed, Captain
Cracken, but our loss is your unit's gain. We'll see you soon at the Yag'Dhul
station."
"Thanks, Wedge, Tycho. I look forward to seeing you there."
The door closed behind Pash, prompting Wedge and Tycho to exchange glances
again. "Well, Tycho, it seems our housing problem is solved. Now all we need is
a dozen or more X-wings, munitions for same, droids, techs, foodstuffs, and
other supplies, not to mention all the equipment neces-sary to repair any damage
to our new base."
Tycho winced. "That's quite the tall order. Dare I say it?"
"What?"
"I wish we had Emtrey to help us put this whole package together."
Wedge smiled as he thought of the black 3PO droid with a spaceport controller
droid's clamshell head. Installed as the
unit's Quartermaster, the droid had really been meant to keep an eye on Tycho in
case he was a spy in the Empire's control. Despite his espionage duties, he had
been a wonder at procur-ing supplies in a timely manner. Even so, he could be
annoy-ingly voluble, which is why Wedge spent as much time as possible away from
him.
Wedge sighed. "Yeah, I guess I miss him, too." He shrugged. "In his absence, I
guess we'll just have to do the best we can."
"True, and hope that's going to be good enough."
3
His move to Thyferra left Fliry Vorru in a perpetual state of simmering anger.
After years spent in the spice mines of Kes-sel, with its thin, arid atmosphere,
and then his short stay on Coruscant-similarly dry but decidedly more
metropolitan and to his tastes-Thyferra was all but unendurable. Green
predominated, from the deep and dark tones of the tropical planet's rain forests
to the lighter shades used in decorating, fashion, and even cosmetics. After
Kessel's barren mines and the gray canyons of Coruscant, Vorru found the
omnipres-ence of verdant life oppressive.
The world's humidity dragged on him as he walked the halls of the Xucphra
corporate headquarters. One does not breathe the air here, one drinks it. The
heavy humidity meant most of the fabric used on the world was light and thin, in
many cases quite sheer, while the fashions themselves tended to be abbreviated.
Although this did offer some distractions- for the women of Thyferra tended
strongly toward tall, lean, and beautiful-many of the people he had to deal with
were short, hairy, lumpen creatures who should have been swathed in bolts of the
most opaque cloth available. Their positions as the scions of the various
families that ran the Xucphra corpo-
ration and, now, the civil government, required him to be polite and even
deferential.
This requirement to courteously entertain the most stu-pid of ideas ground on