Chapter 4
Corran Horn was running. never stopping, he couldn't stop, sweating hard. Bruises up the side of his face, fresh wounds dripping blood one the other. He turned. and tripped over a tree root. His vision slipping toward blackness, he saw Nok'yon walking toward him, laughing menacingly.
Not quite hearing what Nok'yon was saying, he tried to slip his lightsaber off his belt, succeeding only partially before Nok'yon ignited his own crimson beam. By the time he got his own weapon loose, Nok'yon was already plunging his weapon down, toward Corran. toward Corran's death.
Waking with a shout, Corran slipped off his bed, and tried to figure out why that dream seemed so familiar. "What's wrong?" Mirax said, obviously alarmed. "I had a vision." He said. "Of what?" Mirax asked curiously. "My death, I think. It seemed familiar, and when I heard you say what's wrong, I remembered. I had that same dream on this night exactly ten years ago." Said Corran.
"Where did you die?" She asked, with alarmed concern in her voice. "I'm not sure," he replied.
He looked at the chrono. 5:00 AM. It was time to get going. On board the cruiser Mon Remonda, There was rarely any hot water after 5:30 and before 7:00.
As the twelve X-wings emerged out of hyperspace, they saw it. The planet Mojhaan Twelve, recently proven hollow, was the headquarters of Incom, the maker of X-wing Fighters. On an intelligence mission, the ships of Wraith squadron were all painted blue and green. When they landed, Commander Garik 'Face' Loran ordered them to put the camouflage netting over their fighters. Their Sniper, Myn Donos, was supposed to cover their entrance and exit from the facility they were going to hit. The Imperial Intelligence Weapons Department, or, IIWD, they were looking for the weak spot on the TIE-Destroyer.
"Demolitions, blow this door. Thuil'anbol, find out where they keep their flimsi-copy of their fighter plans" "yes Sir!" Their Demolitions expert, Kell Tainer, and Thuil'anbol said in near- perfect unison.
"Uhh sir, you might want to take a look at this." Thuil'anbol said. Face walked over to the terminal Thuil'anbol was using to hack into the facility's main computer. Once there he gasped. On the screen was the current completion status of a new Death star. Only, this one was being built inside the planet. With that kind of shields, it would be unstoppable.
"Well, find those records." Face said. "And make it snappy." A few minutes later, Thuil'anbol said that the third floors' fifth room on the left was what they wanted. Just then they heard a large BOOM. "What was that?" Face asked in alarm. "That was the door, Sir." Kell replied absent- mindedly. "Well, next time keep it quieter." Face said, annoyed at the loudness of the explosion.
They had just entered the door when they found they had walked right into a few squads of Deathtroopers. A normal squad of deathtroopers consisted of about nine men and the best estimate face could make was about 27 troops. Against 11 wraiths. That was about two men per wraith. Not very good odds.
As the wraiths ducked behind what little cover they could find , Face swore to himself. As he and the wraiths popped up every now and then, occasionally hitting a trooper, their tables and chairs were slowly getting destroyed. Another loud boom. When the smoke cleared, they found that they now faced about six deathtroopers. "Kell, remind me to give you extra pay." "Yes sir!"
Once the wraiths had finished with the deathtroopers, they proceeded to the fifth floor. They finally got there, and found about 60 cabinets containing who knows how many different files. It took about an hour, but they finally found the plans for the TIE-Destroyer and the new Death Star. Which, incidentally, was actually called the Star Doom.
"Thuil'anbol, find the Main hangar. We're bustin' outa here." "Already did," Thuil'anbol replied. "Okay Wraiths, numbers only from this point on." "Yes sir!" called the other wraiths.
As they made their way down to the hangar, the Wraiths ran into little trouble. They did, however, run into a squad of Deathtroopers though.
Once they made it to the hangar, they found about sixty different speeders to choose from. Picking what looked to be the faster one, Face called Six, their communications expert, over. "Can you rig this to fly by remote?" Face inquired. "I think so."
After about five minutes, the speeder was ready to go. Face called the other wraiths over to the second fastest speeder. "On my command, Three, Open the hangar doors, Six, send out our little present, and Five, get us out of here 30 seconds after we've launched our toy. "Mark," Face said.
The hangar's doors opened. The false speeder sped out, and, thirty seconds later, they were off. As they had hoped, the distraction speeder led off most of the troops. The rest were shot by Face and Shalla. After picking Donos up, they sped off to their X-wings, ditching the speeder about a klick away from the sleek fighter craft.
Back at the 'base', they ditched the camouflage netting and shot off to the safety of space. "Piggy, Send hyperspace coordinates." Face ordered. Piggy transferred the coordinates and five coruscant minutes later, they were off.
After being debriefed back at base, the wraiths told wedge about the Star Doom. "sithspawn! Are you absolutely sure about this?" Wedge swore. "Yes, one hundred percent sure." Face replied, grimacing. "Well, I'll Tell Iella and Cracken then."
On his way out, Wedge found himself shaking uncontrollably and thinking how this could possibly happen again. I am getting to old for this. Wedge swore and got mad at himself for that thought. As long as he was in the cockpit of this rebellion, more people could live freely.
Corran Horn was running. never stopping, he couldn't stop, sweating hard. Bruises up the side of his face, fresh wounds dripping blood one the other. He turned. and tripped over a tree root. His vision slipping toward blackness, he saw Nok'yon walking toward him, laughing menacingly.
Not quite hearing what Nok'yon was saying, he tried to slip his lightsaber off his belt, succeeding only partially before Nok'yon ignited his own crimson beam. By the time he got his own weapon loose, Nok'yon was already plunging his weapon down, toward Corran. toward Corran's death.
Waking with a shout, Corran slipped off his bed, and tried to figure out why that dream seemed so familiar. "What's wrong?" Mirax said, obviously alarmed. "I had a vision." He said. "Of what?" Mirax asked curiously. "My death, I think. It seemed familiar, and when I heard you say what's wrong, I remembered. I had that same dream on this night exactly ten years ago." Said Corran.
"Where did you die?" She asked, with alarmed concern in her voice. "I'm not sure," he replied.
He looked at the chrono. 5:00 AM. It was time to get going. On board the cruiser Mon Remonda, There was rarely any hot water after 5:30 and before 7:00.
As the twelve X-wings emerged out of hyperspace, they saw it. The planet Mojhaan Twelve, recently proven hollow, was the headquarters of Incom, the maker of X-wing Fighters. On an intelligence mission, the ships of Wraith squadron were all painted blue and green. When they landed, Commander Garik 'Face' Loran ordered them to put the camouflage netting over their fighters. Their Sniper, Myn Donos, was supposed to cover their entrance and exit from the facility they were going to hit. The Imperial Intelligence Weapons Department, or, IIWD, they were looking for the weak spot on the TIE-Destroyer.
"Demolitions, blow this door. Thuil'anbol, find out where they keep their flimsi-copy of their fighter plans" "yes Sir!" Their Demolitions expert, Kell Tainer, and Thuil'anbol said in near- perfect unison.
"Uhh sir, you might want to take a look at this." Thuil'anbol said. Face walked over to the terminal Thuil'anbol was using to hack into the facility's main computer. Once there he gasped. On the screen was the current completion status of a new Death star. Only, this one was being built inside the planet. With that kind of shields, it would be unstoppable.
"Well, find those records." Face said. "And make it snappy." A few minutes later, Thuil'anbol said that the third floors' fifth room on the left was what they wanted. Just then they heard a large BOOM. "What was that?" Face asked in alarm. "That was the door, Sir." Kell replied absent- mindedly. "Well, next time keep it quieter." Face said, annoyed at the loudness of the explosion.
They had just entered the door when they found they had walked right into a few squads of Deathtroopers. A normal squad of deathtroopers consisted of about nine men and the best estimate face could make was about 27 troops. Against 11 wraiths. That was about two men per wraith. Not very good odds.
As the wraiths ducked behind what little cover they could find , Face swore to himself. As he and the wraiths popped up every now and then, occasionally hitting a trooper, their tables and chairs were slowly getting destroyed. Another loud boom. When the smoke cleared, they found that they now faced about six deathtroopers. "Kell, remind me to give you extra pay." "Yes sir!"
Once the wraiths had finished with the deathtroopers, they proceeded to the fifth floor. They finally got there, and found about 60 cabinets containing who knows how many different files. It took about an hour, but they finally found the plans for the TIE-Destroyer and the new Death Star. Which, incidentally, was actually called the Star Doom.
"Thuil'anbol, find the Main hangar. We're bustin' outa here." "Already did," Thuil'anbol replied. "Okay Wraiths, numbers only from this point on." "Yes sir!" called the other wraiths.
As they made their way down to the hangar, the Wraiths ran into little trouble. They did, however, run into a squad of Deathtroopers though.
Once they made it to the hangar, they found about sixty different speeders to choose from. Picking what looked to be the faster one, Face called Six, their communications expert, over. "Can you rig this to fly by remote?" Face inquired. "I think so."
After about five minutes, the speeder was ready to go. Face called the other wraiths over to the second fastest speeder. "On my command, Three, Open the hangar doors, Six, send out our little present, and Five, get us out of here 30 seconds after we've launched our toy. "Mark," Face said.
The hangar's doors opened. The false speeder sped out, and, thirty seconds later, they were off. As they had hoped, the distraction speeder led off most of the troops. The rest were shot by Face and Shalla. After picking Donos up, they sped off to their X-wings, ditching the speeder about a klick away from the sleek fighter craft.
Back at the 'base', they ditched the camouflage netting and shot off to the safety of space. "Piggy, Send hyperspace coordinates." Face ordered. Piggy transferred the coordinates and five coruscant minutes later, they were off.
After being debriefed back at base, the wraiths told wedge about the Star Doom. "sithspawn! Are you absolutely sure about this?" Wedge swore. "Yes, one hundred percent sure." Face replied, grimacing. "Well, I'll Tell Iella and Cracken then."
On his way out, Wedge found himself shaking uncontrollably and thinking how this could possibly happen again. I am getting to old for this. Wedge swore and got mad at himself for that thought. As long as he was in the cockpit of this rebellion, more people could live freely.