Star Wars - [New Jedi Order 12] - [Enemy Lines 02] - Rebel Stand (by Aaron Allston)

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Star Wars

The New Jedi Order

Enemy Lines II

Rebel Stand

by Aaron Allston

sended by Lady Nenya,

OCR/SC by Hungry Ewok Gryzley

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

Thanks go to:

My personal Inner Circle, Dan Hamman, Nancy Deet, Debhy Dragoo, Sean

Fallesen, Kelly Frieders, Helen Keier, Lucien Lockhart, and Kris Shindler; My

Eagle-Eyes, Luray Richmond and Sean Summers; The authors of New Jedi Order

novels past and future (with special thanks to Elaine Cunningham, for efforts

above and beyond the call of duty in setting up the handoff); Dan Wallace, for

questions answered; My agent, Russ Galen; and Shelly Shapiro and Kathleen O.

David of Del Rey, and Sue Rostoni of Lucas Licensing.

DRAMATIS PERSONAE

The Jedi

Luke Skywalker; Jedi Master (male human)

Mara Jade Skywalker; Jedi Master (female human)

Jaina Solo; Jedi Knight, Twin Suns leader (human female)

Kyp Durron; Jedi Master, Twin Suns pilot (human male)

Corran Horn; Jedi Knight, Rogue Squadron pilot (human male)

Tahiri Veila; Jedi student (human female)

With the New Republic Military

General Wedge Antilles (male human)

Colonel Tycho Celchu (male human)

Colonel Gavin Darklighter; Rogue Squadron leader (male human)

Captain Kral Nevil; Rogue Squadron pilot (Quarren male)

Flight Officer Leth Liav; Rogue Squadron pilot (Sullustan female)

Captain Garik "Face" Loran; Wraith Squadron leader (human male)

Kell Tainer (male human)

Elassar Targon (male Devaronian)

Bhindi Drayson (female human)

Baljos Arnjak (male human)

Iella Wessiri Antilles; Intelligence director (female human)

Jagged Fel; Twin Suns pilot (human male)

Zindra Daine; Twin Suns pilot (female human)

Voort "Piggy" saBinring; Twin Suns pilot (male Gamorrean)

Beelyath; Twin Suns pilot (male Mon Calamari)

Sharr Latt; Twin Suns pilot (male human)

Tilath Keer; Twin Suns pilot (female human)

Shawnkyr Nuruodo; Vanguard Squadron leader (female Chiss)

Commander Eldo Davip; captain, Lusankya (male human)

YVH 1-1A (masculine droid)

Civilians

Danni Quee; scientist (female human)

Wolam Tser; holodocumentarian (male human)

Tam Elgrin; holocam operator (male human)

Han Solo; captain, Millennium Falcon (male human)

Leia Organa Solo; Republic ambassador (female human)

With the Yuuzhan Vang

Tsavong Lah; warmaster (male Yuuzhan Vong)

Czulkang Lah; commander (male Yuuzhan Vong)

Nen Yim; shaper (female Yuuzhan Vong)

Kasdakh Buhl; warrior (male Yuuzhan Vong)

Maal Lah; warrior (male Yuuzhan Vong)

Denua Ku; warrior (male Yuuzhan Vong)

Viqi Shesh; former Senator (female human)

Harrar; priest (male Yuuzhan Vong)

Takhaff Uul; priest (male Yuuzhan Vong)

Ghithra Dal; shaper (male Yuuzhan Vong}

ONE

Pyria System

Jaina Solo banked her X-wing starfighter into as tight a turn as she could

endure. The g-forces of her maneuver crushed her into her seat, but she called

upon the Force to protect her, to keep her centimeters away from the edge of

blackout.

She came out of the maneuver pointed back the way she'd come, directly

toward the Star Destroyer Rebel Dream and the partial squadron of Yuuzhan Vong

coral-skippers beyond the ship, and spared a glance to her sensor board. The

other members of her shield trio, Kyp Durron and Jag Fel, were right alongside-

no problem for Jag and his Chiss clawcraft, far nimbler than the X-wings, but

the turn had to have been as taxing for Kyp as it was for Jaina. On the other

hand, Kyp was a Jedi Master, not just a Jedi Knight, not yet twenty years of

age.

Jaina and her shieldmates passed beneath Rebel Dream, her tremendous length

flashing overhead in an instant. "All right, here's the plan," she said. "We go

in looking like we're going to punch into the center of their formation, but

instead we turn to starboard and skirt along its edge. As each target comes up,

we concentrate fire on it, just like those drills we did. Ready?"

Kyp's voice was smooth, controlled: "Always ready, Goddess."

Jag merely clicked his comlink once for affirmative.

"Fire and break."

As the foremost of the oncoming coralskippers came within firing range, it

began unloading a stream of tiny red glows in their direction. Each glow was a

couple of kilograms of superheated molten rock, plasma. In the coldness of

space, these projectiles would rapidly cool, but during the seconds they

remained heated they were deadly weapons capable of burning through starfighter

armor as though it were sheet ice.

Jaina set her lasers to dual fire and waited. A brief instant later, she

felt Kyp reach out to her through the Force, taking momentary control of her

hand on the pilot's yoke. She felt herself aim and fire on the distant

coralskipper. Kyp's lasers flashed at the same instant, Jag's a fraction of a

second later.

In the distance, Jaina's shot disappeared as a tiny black singularity, a

miniature black hole called a void, appeared at the bow of the coralskipper.

Kyp's vanished into an identical void a meter or so back. But Jag's shot, one

too many for the skip's voids to intercept, punched into the vehicle's canopy.

There was a brief flash from within and the coral-skipper's flight became

ballistic instead of controlled.

Jaina, back in full control of her motions, banked and turned to starboard,

her wingmates keeping in tight, controlled formation; ahead of her was a second

coral-skipper, then a third. She reached out for Kyp, let him fire, regained

control, reoriented, reached for Kyp, let him fire-

In seconds two more coralskippers were flaming wrecks in space. She knew,

without consulting the sensor hoard, that the skips from the other side of that

formation had to be angling in toward her from her port side; she stood her X-

wing on its tail, relative to its previous course, and rose away from the

conflict zone, forcing those coral-skippers to give chase-away from Mon Mothma

and that ship's mission.

In the distance, Mon Mothma entered the zone of dovin basal mines. Her own

complement of fighters-E-wings, X-wings, and TIE interceptors-boiled out of her

fighter bays and streaked off into the darkness, toward the ship they had come

to escort, to protect.

Coruscant

Luke Skywalker, Jedi Master, walked point, meters ahead of the rest of his

party.

He knew he'd never be recognized as Luke Skywalker, despite his fame. He

wore vonduun crab armor, the preferred defensive dress of Yuuzhan Vong warriors.

His was artificial, made of lightweight materials carefully textured and colored

to resemble the living arthropod plates of the Yuuzhan Vong, but he actually

preferred that; some of his companions, wearing the real thing, had to deal with

the occasional twitches and contractions made by living armor. Beneath the

armor, he wore a body stocking in pale gray with blue highlights that was a

close match for some Yuuzhan Vong skin tones. Except for his height, handspans

shorter than that of the average Yuuzhan Vong warrior, he was a visual match for

the enemy.

Not that he'd be easy to see in his current surroundings. He was in a

pedestrian traffic corridor, the sort that continued from building to building

via enclosed, elevated walkways, at about the hundred-story level. This had once

been a well-to-do residential building, with only a few well-appointed suites

per floor. Every door into the corridor had been smashed in, but the state of

the chambers beyond-stripped of valuables, but with common machinery left

intact-suggested that it had been looters rather than Yuuzhan Vong at work here.

And the smell of decay was everywhere. They'd stumbled across numerous

remains of Coruscant residents-some the obvious victims of violence, some whose

deaths had no clear cause, most in advanced stages of decomposition.

How much food had there been in these people's kitchens at the time of

Coruscant's fall and the utter demolition of its infrastructure? How much water

would they have been able to find? On a world with no wilderness, no farmlands,

no means of obtaining food other than now impossible import and machinery that

was vulnerable to destruction by the enemy, it was very possible that a simple

majority of the population of Coruscant was already dead, with the proportion

growing every day.

In some places the stench of rot was greater, in some places lesser, but it

was everywhere. Luke and most of his companions now had patches of cloth

saturated with a mild perfume stuffed into their nostrils. Face had supplied

them. Luke didn't want to know what experiences

Face had gone through to give him the foreknowledge to bring a large supply

of that perfume.

As Luke neared the edge of this building and the start of one of the

connecting walkways, he shut off his glow rod, which itself was engineered to

resemble a Yuuzhan Vong illumination creature. Dim sunlight spilled in from the

opening to the walkway, indicating that the walkway was the sort with

transparisteel panels providing what had once been a breathtaking view of this

part of the world-city.

He felt, as well as heard, Mara catch up to him. "You did the last one,

farmboy," she said.

He gave her a look. She, too, was dressed in Yuuzhan Vong combat armor and

an appropriately colored body stocking. But for the shape of her chin and mouth

beneath the edge of her helmet, she was unrecognizable as his wife. "You did the

one before that."

"My turn." That was Garik "Face" Loran, onetime actor, longtime team leader

in New Republic Intelligence. About half his usual team, designated the Wraiths,

were along on this mission. He was totally unrecognizable; in addition to the

vonduun crab armor, he wore an ooglith masquer, a type of living mask employed

by the Yuuzhan Vong, that had been engineered by Wraith member Baljos Arnjak to

resemble the branded, mutilated face of a Yuuzhan Vong warrior. He stopped

beside Mara. "Kiss for luck?" He puckered the alien face's slitted, mangled

lips. She shook her head. "I don't know whether to mark that down as

'exceptionally daring' or 'unusually stupid.' " Face chuckled. He shucked his

pack free and extracted a coil of cord from it, then continued forward, tying

one end of the coil around his waist. He handed the other end and the coil

itself to Luke. "Kiss for luck?"

"Get out of here."

They reached the large aperture providing access to the walkway. Like the

corridor itself, it was wide enough for four large humans easily to walk

abreast, but it was lined on either side and above with transparisteel panels

reinforced by metal supports. Through the transparisteel, Luke could see

surrounding buildings, most of them coated by green algaelike scum or patches of

alien grasses. Many of the buildings seemed to be in an advanced condition of

decay, with crumbled roofs and rounded edges.

Face moved ahead on the walkway, each step tentative. Luke couldn't see the

far end of the walkway; it was bowed in the middle, higher there than at either

end, the better to support great weights, and was at least fifty meters in

length, crossing over what had once been a broad boulevard.

When Face was ten meters away, Luke's helmet comlink popped, then came

alive with Face's whispered words: "No excess creaking. This one seems pretty

solid."

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