Chapter 30
"Twelve and Six are in position," whispered Runt into his helmet's comlink. The CSA base camp was mostly empty, patrolled by only a few sentries.
"Good. The shuttle's seems to be lifting off. Take it now. Any sentries you come across are to be killed silently. Go." With Face's command, Anakin and Runt raised their suppressed pistols, crept toward the shuttle and killed two sentries. Across the camp, Anakin saw the last four sentries fall to AP rounds. The Wraiths sprinted for the shuttle, keeping their heads low in case there were any Espos left. They made it to the shuttle without any trouble, and Kell and Skywalker took the pilot's and copilot's seats after a brief struggle, as they were the most experienced with the older Lambda shuttles.
The com crackled just after they lifted off. "Shuttle Arsec, what's going on down there? The forces left behind in our forward base are not responding."
Face took the microphone and did a nearly perfect imitation of the shuttle pilot's voice. He's good, thought Skywalker, he can imitate that pilot's voice after hearing only one word (The word was Sithspawn). "This is Arsec. The Rebs attacked us, a small force of elites, probably Jedi. They killed the sentries, and we suffered a little damage. We've got a leak of engine fluids, requesting clearance to land in an unoccupied hanger bay."
"Granted Arsec. Hurry back."
***
They made it the rest of the way to the Planet Slayer without innocent. The hanger bay they had landed in was empty, and the Wraiths took advantage of the precious moments to check their gear and prepare for the assault. Once they found a terminal where Skywalker could log in, they would lower the air pressure beyond the human norm, which would cause the crew to black out until they brought the pressure back up, which most likely wouldn't be until after the crew had been locked into a cargo or hanger bay and unarmed.
"Everyone ready?" Face asked. All of the Wraiths nodded, and removed their weaponry. The two Anakins drew their lightsabers, and the rest of the Wraiths drew all sorts of customized blasters and carbines. "Alright. Move."
They ran to the doorway, and Face slammed the open button. A team of technicians in bio-hazard gear were waiting, surprised, on the other side. Two were skewered by lightsabers, and the rest were taken out in a hail of blaster fire.
"This way!" said Skywalker. The layout of SSD's hadn't changed at all since the Executer. "If I remember right, there's a computer center right up this corridor." They began to encounter sporadic resistance from Espos along the way.
Finally they reached the computer center. There were a few techs in there, but they were stunned by the Wraiths. They took up defensive positions around the room while Anakin hooked into the Planet Slayer's command interface. "Get your masks up!" he said before he pressed the button. All around the room, the Wraiths tapped a button on their helmets, and breath masks slid up, covering their faces completely, and making it hard to tell who was who. "Alright. Air pressures is dropping...dropping...good. Any humans or humanoids on the ships should be out cold in just a few seconds."
"Excellent," said Face's voice over the comlink. "Head for the bridge."***
It took them ten minutes to get to the Super Star Destroyer's bridge, and when they got there, they faced an unwelcome surprise.
The reborn Thrawn and a dozen or so non-human crew members stood around the deck, blaster rifles leveled at the Wraiths.
"Well done," said the Chiss Grand Admiral. "But this is where the game comes to an end."