For a living creature, the chaos might have been overwhelming, but Whistler remained focused. Large holographic projectors filled the air with all sorts of advertisements for everything from upscale resorts like the Grand Oradin Hotel to places that offered tiny coffinlike spaces for sleep. Restaurants displayed endless assortments of dishes, all glistening, some still moving, to temp spacers tired of prepackaged fare. Machines large and small darted about, shifting crates from ship to ship, or ship to storage, with customs officials and transit agents all screaming at each other in loud voices. All manner of creatures and droids wandered around, some with clear intent, others moving furtively—causing Whistler to classify them as possible threats. Everything else he ignored because none of it was important to accomplishing his mission.
He asked Gate to keep watch on some of the threats, then moved over to a communications station and inserted his probe into the appropriate jack. He entered the MESTOP system with ease and fed into it the communications address he’d fabricated for any messages. The “Messages to Spacers” system took a little while to retrieve the single message that had been sent to him while in transit, and the message itself consisted of nothing more than a room number at the Grand Oradin Hotel and a span of dates.
Whistler confirmed that the present date was within the span and hooted with joy. He spun his head around to let Gate know they were in time to make their next leg of the trip, but only managed to get out a low moan. Gate echoed the tone and slowly rolled back toward Whistler.
In knots of two and three, some Ugnaughts slowly sauntered toward them. The little creatures avoided looking at them directly, but some carried restraining bolts and others the flash-welders needed to fix them to the droids. Lurking further back, a hooded Twi’lek flicked
lekku
impatiently at the Ugnaughts, encouraging them to be bolder.
Whistler hooted at Gate and the larger droid brought out his pincer. Blue sparks arced between the forks, widening the Ugnaughts’ eyes. They slowed their approach, which drew the Twi’lek in close enough for Whistler to get a good look at his face.
In seconds, using codes he’d employed many times with CorSec, Whistler sliced into the Spaceport Security Authority. He married the Twi’lek’s image to a fugitive warrant template, added charges of smuggling, slavery, and several other unsavory crimes, tacked on a reward of 25,000 credits, and pumped it into the system. He flipped a bit that noted the suspect was armed and extremely dangerous and a moment later the Twi’lek’s image burned to life in the air over the hangar, accompanied by the blaring of a dozen loud sirens.
The Twi’lek, the Ugnaughts, and just about everyone else in the hangar looked upward. The Twi’lek’s
lekku
twitched furiously and he began to run in the direction of
the
Worldhopper
. The Rennik twins immediately shouted at him and, with blasters in hand, started scattering shots in his general direction. People screamed and ran, more blaster-fire erupted, and scarlet energy bolts filled the air.
Into the maelstrom Whistler charged, with Gate at his side, ribbon snapping and popping. Rolling at full speed they blasted into a trio of Ugnaughts, toppling them and sending their tools flying. Other Ugnaughts gave chase, but an errant burst of blasterfire cut one down and sent the rest diving for ferrocrete.
Howling like wounded banthas in the Jundland Wastes, the droids cut to the left and into a small corridor. Whistler took the turn a bit wide and crashed into the wall, with sparks trailing from his right flank. Spinning his head about he saw the smear of green paint he left behind on the wall, but two blaster bolts burned into it, leaving guttering little fires to consume it. Cutting to the left to see past Gate and his ribbon, Whistler just missed toppling a customs official. The droids raced past her, ignoring her calls to stop, and sped out into the shadowy Oradin streets.
Finding the Grand Oradin Hotel did not present much of a Problem for the droids. A quick scan of the facade revealed hints of old lettering that had once graced the building. The owners had simply replaced the word “Imperial” with the word “Oradin” to reflect the planet’s changing loyalties. Inside the lobby the Aurebesh letter Isk still appeared in decorations, but all the new signs had the Osk for Oradin in the appropriate place.
The main turbolifts steadfastly refused to admit two unescorted droids, informing Whistler that the hotel had standards. Whistler matched Gate’s sulking tone, then headed off around the corner and through a door marked STAFF ONLY. At the rear of the main lifts lay the freight lift, which was quite happy to help the droids out. It turned out that the freight lift’s main processing unit had once operated one of the passenger turbolifts until it had been replaced
during an upgrade cycle. The lift indicated its processor had been deemed too “Old Republic” to work during the Imperial regime.
Whistler and Gate patiently exchanged glances as the turbolift went on about the various individuals he’d lifted and lowered during his time. The lift rose to the fourteenth floor and opened slowly, spinning out a tale of the battle for Brentaal that Gate actually wanted to hear, since it involved Wedge, but from a time well before Gate flew with him. Whistler suggested they could get the download on their return trip and the lift promised them a smooth ride.
The droids rolled down the hallway to the room 1428. Whistler played out a series of tones meant to announce them, but the door did not open. He tried again, but the door remained closed. Gate rolled forward and played the tones out, too, getting a result neither of them expected.
Behind them, the door to 1429 opened. Whistler swiveled his head about and looked up at the dark-haired man staring down at him. The man stroked his goatee, then smiled slowly. “Well, I knew Booster hadn’t sent that message to me, but I didn’t expect a droid, much less two.”
“You should be careful, Karrde, they could be bait for a trap.”
Talon Karrde glanced back into the room and tossed the datapad he’d been holding to the man standing there. “They didn’t scan for explosives or weapons, though that hat looks somewhat lethal.”
Gate moaned.
Whistler turned his body around and projected a message identifying himself.
Karrde squatted down to read it. “Whistler, yes, the droid partnered with Booster’s son-in-law. Now that’s curious,- since you’ve both been reported dead at Distna. What is it I can do for you?”
Whistler spelled out his request.
“Take you to Booster’s
Errant Venture
?” He turned in the doorway and looked at the other man. “Mind if we take a side trip on our way to picking up your ship, Aves?”
“I’ve waited this long for my own command, Karrde, another week or so won’t hurt.” The man smiled broadly. “Besides, seeing Booster and the
Venture
is always amusing.”
Whistler hooted and flashed another message in the air.
Karrde laughed and patted Whistler on the head as he straightened up. “Yes, Whistler, I do demand payment for my services. I suspect there are things you can tell me that will more than pay for your passage. If you negotiate with me as well as you negotiated your way here, I’m certain we’ll reach a deal that will work for all concerned.”
Waiting beside her father for the Skipray Blastboat to come to rest on the deck of the
Errant Venture
’s forward landing bay, Mirax wished she could be anywhere else. Just thinking about meeting Talon Karrde again took her back to the time when they’d worked together closely to bring Ysanne Isard down. And thinking of those times made her remember when Corran asked her to marry him, and her father’s reaction when he discovered they were married.
Those memories ripped open the wound in her spirit caused by Corran’s death. In it she found echoes of the pain she’d felt when Corran was believed to have died on Coruscant, but that pain seemed dull and distant. She realized that part of the reason she felt things more keenly now was because previously Wedge had helped her through the trouble, but he was gone, too. Wedge’s death also hurt Iella and conjured up for her the pain of having lost her husband, Diric, on Coruscant.
The fact that the
Errant Venture
had visited Distna and found evidence of Rogue Squadron’s demise made it impossible to believe they had not all died. When Corran went missing on Coruscant, the lack of a body meant she hadn’t fully accepted his death as being real. While they found no body at Distna, they had found part of his X-wing, and some of the battleroms recovered from other ships showed Corran’s fighter had been hit and out of the battle fairly early on.
He would have been helpless to defend himself
.
She looked over at her father as the Blastboat’s gangway extended itself and Booster started forward. “I really don’t want to be here, Father.”
“I know, Mirax, but Karrde requested your presence.” Her father reached out with his right hand and drew her in under his arm. “Karrde might not be as smart as he thinks he is, but he’s not a cruel man. If he wanted you here, it’s not to hurt you.”
She sighed and wrapped her left arm around her father’s waist as they walked toward the ship. Booster had always bristled around Corran and found fault with him, but since his death Booster had been very kind and understanding. She was certain he would never admit to liking Corran, but he clearly understood how important Corran had been to her and refrained from disparaging him in front of her since their discovery at Distna.
She smiled.
Part of his desire to avenge Rogue Squadron doubtlessly comes from his love for Wedge, but I’ll bet he wants to take a piece out of whoever killed Corran for having deprived him of something he planned to do himself someday
. She looked up at her father, then laid her head against his chest as he looked down at her. “Thank you.”
Booster gave her shoulder a squeeze, then brought his arm up over her head and extended it to Talon Karrde. “You’re looking smug as always, Karrde.”
“I’m pleased to see you again, too, Booster.” Karrde smoothed his mustache with his left hand. “You remember my associate, Aves?”
Booster shook the other man’s hand. “This is the one you’re turning the
Last Resort
over to? Congratulations on getting that command, Captain Aves.”
Aves blinked with surprise, then looked over at Karrde. “I’m getting the
Last Resort
? How come Booster knew before I did? Either our security is slipping …”
“Or I’m just as brilliant as ever.” Booster beamed and Mirax found his smile infectious. “I deduced it, actually.”
Karrde arched an eyebrow at Booster. “Deduced it? This sounds very good.”
“It was simple, really. You’ll recall that because you’re now ‘retired,’ I suggested obtaining the services of some of your people and ships.”
Aves frowned. “You were going to sell him the
Last Resort
?”
“I only wanted to lease it from Karrde, provide him some retirement income.”
Karrde laughed. “As I recall, you don’t have any money.”
Booster’s head came up. “I’m not as liquid right now as I would like to be, but that is beside the point. Karrde told me the
Last Resort
was not available, but that the new commander might consider some sort of an arrangement. That’s why you brought Aves here, isn’t it, Karrde?”
“Oh, you thought …?” Karrde shook his head. “It’s the right answer for all the wrong reasons. This is what makes you dangerous, Booster.”
Mirax’s father nodded. “Don’t forget it.”
“Not likely.” Karrde reached out and took Mirax’s right hand in both of his. “I actually came to see you. I would never intrude on your grief, but I think I have some good news for you.”
Mirax rested her left hand on top of his and smiled. “Thank you.”
Karrde freed a hand and waved back at the Blastboat’s hatchway. Mirax heard a triumphant squeal, then tore her hands from Karrde’s and ran up the gangway. Dropping to her knees, she wrapped her arms around Whistler’s cylindrical body. She clung tightly to the droid, feeling the breeze caused by his dome spinning around.
She eased her hug open, then sat back on her haunches. “Whistler, you’re okay!” Another droid behind him hooted and she smiled at him, too. “Gate, you’ve survived!”
Karrde rested a hand on her shoulder. “Both of them are brimming with data, but a fair amount of operational secrecy is involved here. We might want to move to your father’s office.”
“Good idea.” Mirax stood and walked down the gangplank with Whistler. She kept her hand on his dome, relishing
the coldness of his metal flesh. Even without word of Corran’s survival, she knew he lived. If he were dead, Whistler would have been destroyed along with him. If he were injured, Whistler never would have left him.
The only way Whistler could be here is if Corran sent him, which means Corran’s alive. Same thing goes for Wedge and Gate, so I have to imagine that most of Rogue Squadron survived and is elsewhere
.
The two droids, Booster, Aves, Karrde, and Mirax crowded into Booster’s small office. Booster took the chair behind the desk, leaving Aves and Karrde to shift debris from other chairs to the floor. Booster slid the holoprojector plate on his desk toward the forward edge and Whistler approached it with his datajack extended. Yet before he could plug himself in, a light on the projector’s comlink console blinked and Booster hit it.
“Booster here, this better be good.”
Iella’s head and shoulders appeared above the device. “Very good, Booster. I just had a message from General Cracken. He wants us on Coruscant as fast as possible. He didn’t say much, but I gather he has news about Wedge. I can’t believe it, but I gather Wedge and the others might be alive.”
Booster smiled. “I think you can believe it, Iella. Come down to my office and you’ll have more proof than you ever needed.”
29
General Airen Cracken pointed the remote at the holo-projector set up in the center of the New Republic Ruling Council’s private briefing room. The Councilors’ tables made a three-sided square and the projector had been set up at the open end of the formation. It had been oriented toward Chief Councilor Mon Mothma, so when Wedge Antilles’s image appeared, it looked straight at her.