Chapter 15
Anakin Skywalker watched as the Suns, the Rogues, and the Vanguards sat in the lounge that had been assigned to Rogue Wing on the Mon Mothma. There was joking around of course, with Hobbie and Janson being at the center of it, and a few pilots were working on data terminals built into the walls. There would never have been this much fooling around on the Executor. Or most other ImpStars, for that matter, he mused.
The pleasant atmosphere was shattered by the entrance of General Antilles, Colonel Celchu, and General Darklighter. "Listen up, people," said Wedge. The chair with Jaina and Jag turned around. Anakin winced as he watched his granddaughter cuddling with the young pilot. "We're going to make a major stab at the Corporate Sector. The Yuuzhan Vong are giving us two worldships and their compliments of skips and warriors. The Jedi are sending Kyp's Dozen with us.. We're going to hit Bonadon." Celchu hit a button on his datapad and the holo-projector flicked on, showing the planet's defenses. "This seems to be the CSA's main capitol. They have several major spaceports. Rogue Wing will spearhead the operation, conducting an attack on Spaceport South II, the biggest of them all.
"The Wraiths will be on the ground painting targets for the Rogues while the Suns and Vanguards keep the Ties off of them. So that means be careful what you shoot at. Remember, people do live there. General Darklighter, and Colonels Fel and Solo Fel will give you further information as it becomes available."
Colonel Celchu tapped in another command on his data pad and hit the 'transmit' button. There was the sound of locks clicking behind the bar. "We are now on alert status. No alcohol." Janson groaned and muttered a curse. Celchu continued. "As you were." The commanders walked out.
"Alright Suns," said Jaina. "Break's over. Get down to the sims." There was mass groaning among the pilots, but Anakin found he was eager to get back into combat. Easy. Remember, a Jedi should not crave adventure.
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Han Solo and the three Jedi strolled through the streets of Bonadon. The planet had changed much since the last time he was there. It had been a relatively nice place, but now it felt like Coruscant while it was under the Empire, except not quite as built up as Coruscant.
They had spotted the usual Espo guards, but every so often, they saw what seemed to be the Corporate Sector's crack troops. There wore black stormtrooper armor and walked with the swagger that screamed 'elite.' After asking around a bit, they found out the black stormtroopers were Garinoska's assassins, kidnappers, robbers, and all around thugs.
It had taken Han a while to find where his contact on the world lived. "Who is this mysterious person anyway?" asked Anakin.
"She was an Authority exec a long time ago. Her name was Fiolla of Lorrd. She hepled e get ten thousand credits from some slavers one time. I figure she might have been displaced when Garinoska took over and might be able to feed us information."
Fiolla lived in a very nice part of the city surrounding the spaceport. There were very few Espos or stormies. When they hit the buzzer on her door, a tired looking man stepped forward.
"Who are you?" he demanded gruffly.
"I'm here to see Fiolla. I'm an old friend. Tell her it's..." Han trailed off for a moment and tried to think of a name she would recognize. "...Spray."
The man eyed him suspiciously. "Mistress Fiolla is available ." So the guy's a butler, not her husband.
"You'll take us to her," said Mara forcefully.
The man's face blanked slightly as he said, "Certainly. Right this way please." He led Han and the Jedi into a parlor.
"Who is it Torsl?" came a voice from one of the hallways. Then Fiolla stepped out into the parlor, wearing a silky robe and looking slightly annoyed. Her face turned white when she saw him. "Han?"