Chapter Two
With the Jedi Master, it had been a easy enough trip to whatever destination he had in mind. He even kept in mind that Mud could only go so fast, and hailed a cab. "Once we get into the spaceport we are home free. I am surprised we haven't ran into more resistance." She looked at him with an expression of loathing.
He cocked an eyebrow at her. "What?"
The hover-car pulled into view of the Space Port's gates and then he regretted saying what he said. She shot him a, 'You had to say it look.'
He pulled a comlink out of his belt, "This is Mynok One to Blue Falcon, the pins are setup."
He released the button and waited only a few seconds.
"Blue Falcon to Mynok One, we copy. Releasing the ball." Replied the voice cool female voice.
He motioned to her to get down. As she ducked she heard the roar of what sounded like a repulse lift craft straining its engines to stay aloft. Then the cab slammed into the ground and Mud let out a shriek. When she recovered from the shock of being dropped 4 feet from the ground, she looked at the Jedi Master who was rubbing his head.
"Ugh, they told me it was going to be gradual not sudden like that."
She tried to lift her bag but couldn't. "What's going on?" She tried several more times to lift it but couldn't. Corran reached into his belt and pulled out two small disk like devices switched them on and attached one each to Mud and her. "Try lifting your bag again." He said calmly. She did and it came freely. She looked at him and was about to ask as a blaster bolt sizzled into the side of the cab. She screamed out and Corran pulled out his light saber but did not switch it on.
Cautiously he peered out the window and saw the CORSEC officers lying on the ground their guns pinned to their sides their armor holding them down. Only two or three other people there were still standing. One was pushing buttons on a device though the terminal windows. One of the people waved a hand.
"Ready?" He asked pushing the door open and stepped out ignighting his light saber. It glowed silver. Mud lowered himself to the ground then started to traverse his way around the fallen officers. Rose was careful not to step on any of their faces. One man yelled out in pain as Mud had ran over his wrist. The R2 unit turned its dome and twittered an apology.
They reached the doors to the spaceport and they fell to the ground pulled off by whatever force they were using to pin down everything else. The building groaned, as they approached. "Corran, we're not sure how much longer the device will hold." Said the blonde haired man wearing the grey jumpsuit of a spaceport technition.
"It'll hold long enough, let's get to the ship. Did you get the sled?" He looked to the black haird woman. She pulled out the repulsor lift sled from behind the baggage claim counter. Corran put a hand in front of the R2 unit. "Hold on little buddy. I'm just going to put you on the flatbed so we can make better time."
Calling upon the Force he lifted it onto the sled. The R2 Unit beeped several times as it was lowered on to the flatbed. Once safely down the third person started to push the sled toward a gate. They all began running Corran falling behind to guard the rear, the black haired woman in front of Rose, a light saber in hand.
In space above Corellia, Nebulon B Frigate waited at the outter edges of the the system's gravity well. Wedge Antillies stood on it's bridge with Tyco Celcu waiting for word of the ground operations. "Sirs!" A young Bothian said from the comm station. "We have word from HAPPY-DRAGON, they are leaving the atmosphere and they have the package. They also report they are being followed by several Skipray Blastboats."
Wedge smiled, "Thank you Leiutiant." Tyco turned to the Fighter command station, "Launch."
Several harsh red lasers splashed against the freighter's aft sheilds. Corran tried to shake their locks but the old Corellian YT-500 handled like a brick. "Reinforcing aft sheilds with reserve power." Janice the black haired woman yelled over the impact of the lasers.
Rose sat behind Corran in the cockpit, she shrieked every time the ship shook from a hit. The blonde man, Gavin, radioed from the rear turrent, "I have 6 marks coming in from 2-12." Janice smiled, "It's Blue Squadron!"
Two A-Wings, two X-Wings, and two StealthX's streaked to close the gap between them and the freighter. Shooting past the freighter they engaged the blast boats at point blank range. The New Republic fighters had the advantage of post-YVG tech on their side, as well as speed. It didn't take very long for them to make short work of the blast boats.
"Blue Leader, I have 12 marks coming in fast." Blue Six's voice cut through the static. "Roger Six, I see them. What in the great outter rim?" Leader's voice went silent as he say the bent hexagonal wings of a squadron of TIE-Interceptors.
"General! We have a Star Destroyer coming around from the dark side of the planet and it's launching fighters, last count 4 mixed squadrons of Interceptors, Bombers, and TIEs." The sensor Officer announced. Wedge turned to the sensor display and grimaced. "All hands ready to make way as soon as." His voice was drowned out as impacts blossomed over the ship's sheilds.
"Those were no ordinary missile blasts." Tyco said looking over the sensor data. "General, sensors confirm 4 more missiles heading in. Wait, they are gone." The sensor officer reported again, looking confused then Wedge yelled, "Skippers! Lay down suppressive fire! Get a blanket going!"
"Sir! HAPPY-DRAGON has made the jump to hyper space." The sensor officer reported again. He was starting to get on Wedge's nerves.
"Let our fighters know we are making the jump to hyperspace. Meet at the rendevous point." Wedge ordered, then another shock shook the ship.
"Hyper Drive offline!" Reported the helmsman.
Wedge rose from his seat, "Launch remaining fighters! How long till we can make the jump?"
The officer at mechanical frowned, "Ten minuets till system restart General. It's the best we can do."
Tyco moved into position next to Wedge, "Ion cannon fire from the Star Destroyer, looks like the Corellian's have been busy."
Wedge nodded, "Seems that way."
The sensor officer spoke again, "Sirs, we have incoming from hyperspace. It's a Corvette. It's firing on the Star Destroyer. Identified as the Yardarm."
"Launch fighters." The radio crackled in his ear. "Green One taking off." JedI Knight Mike spoke as he pushed the throttle of his Y-Wing forward. It sailed through the door and an A-Wing followed him. The two Jedi craft were going to buy some time while General Antillies' Frigate made the jump to hyperspace. From what he heard on the comline they had to buy 5 more minuets for their system to come back online, then another 2 minuets for the navi-computer to recalculate. It wouldn't be an easy task, but all they had to do was drop the sheilds on the Star Destroyer.
Easy, my butt. Mike thought as he used the Force to guide him. He juked left and right to avoid the Turbo Laser fire coming from the capitol ship. Once he got into range, he pulled the bomb trigger several times letting loose his payload of bombs into the sheilds of the Star Destroyer. The A-Wing piloted by Alice kept the TIE's at bay as he continued to punish the sheilds.
TURBO Laser fire poured out of the Yardarm and into the capitol ship as General Antillies' Frigate fired it's main batteries at the sheilds on the opposite side. Blue Squadron and Alice's A-Wing were making short work of the TIE's. It wouldn't be long until the shields on the Destroyer dropped.
"All fighters, make the jump to hyperspace! The New Hope is about to make the jump." Came the call over the comline. Mike smiled as he broke off and line off and engaged the hyper drive.
The starfeild turned to blue streaks as his ship contorted and made the jump.
"Those pilots were amatures." said Mitchell, the Wing Commander of Blue Squadron in debreifing. Several people were arranged around the ovid table. Wedge brought his attention to Mitchell, "There's a reason for that Mitch, it is due to the fact that Corellia's defense is up to all the planets in its system."
Alice spoke, "That's what I could gather. They were mostly nervous. I didn't get a feel for any seasoned pilots out there."
Wedge respected the JedI, hell Luke was one of his best friends, but their force sense still made him a little creeped out, for lack of a better word.
"Moving on," Tyco coughed.
"So why exactly is this person so important?" He questioned Corran, who sat in his chair at the table and observed the conversation. He took a breath.
"Lately Wedge, we on the Council have detected disturbances in the force. As I am sure all other JedI have." At those words, the younger JedI Knights nodded.
Then Corran's eyebrows lifted as if he had forgotten something. He turned to the JedI Knights, "You are all excused at this time. But meet me back aboard Yardarm at fifteen-hundred hours for debriefing." Everyone except Janice left the table.
Corran waited until the other Jedi Knights had left before speaking again.
"You have to understand that what I'm about to tell you is strictly confiental. This has been decreed by the Jedi Council." Corran looked up and into Wedge, and Tyco's un surprised faces.
"Go ahead, you we all know what that means." Wedge spoke then dropped his face into his right hand and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
Corran took a deep breath.
Mike sat in the treatment room of the Yardarm's Medical bay meditating. A steady hum winded down as a series of clicks and a beep signaled that the BACTA treatment had completed.