Star Wars - The Corellian Trilogy - Assault At Selonia

by Allen McBride

  he called out, pointing to where he wanted to go. He pushed on a section of wall, but nothing happened. "All this junk on it," he muttered to himself, and clawed away a patch of the caked-on mud until he had cleared an area about fifteen centimeters square. The wall underneath still seemed pretty blank to Ebrihim, but Anakin pressed on it again, harder this time, and a section of wall popped away, as if it were trying to open, but it got stuck with less than a finger's breadth of space clear. Anakin put his fingers around the open edge, but couldn't get it to go any farther. Finally Chewbacca simply tucked Anakin under one arm and pulled the little door open himself. Even he had to strain a bit to get it to move, but then it popped clear and came open smoothly as clots of mud and dirt rattled to the floor.

  A thin layer of mud hid the interior, and Anakin eagerly scraped it off. He revealed a five-by-five grid of green buttons that flickered to life, with a purple light backlighting the buttons.

  Anakin frowned at the buttons and muttered to himself, "Might not be working too well. Just have to try." He punched a combination mt0 the buttons and waited a few seconds for something to happen. Nothing did. He balled up his fist and punched the top of the keypad. The green light buttons came on more brightly, and stayed on. Anakin tried the combinati0n again-and this time something very definitely happened.

  There was a clunk and a thud and a deep, unnerving sort of rattle, and then suddenly the muddy overlayer of the wall in front of them shuddered and fell off in a heap, spattering everyone with mud and dirt. The stone wall under the mud dropped down onto the floor.

  In the Corellian tunnels, the panel behind the false wall had been a gleaming silver. The panel here was tarnished and splotched. But the panel worked properly, even if it did show signs of age. A line appeared in the panel, then began to form into a seam. Suddenly there was an enormous door in the wall, and it swung open, forcing everyone to scuttle out of its way. The big door bulldozed the heaps of mud out of the way as if they weren't even there.

  Behind the door was a long corridor of silverstuff, all of it perfect and untarnished, exactly like the one on Corellia Light from the corridor flooded the muddy corridor, and everyone shut off their handlamps. Q9 powered down his overhead light and retracted both of his lights back into his body.

  Chewbacca set Anakin down and stepped up into the silver corridor, moving slowly and cautiously, the twins and the other adults and the droid behind him. The Wookiee had to lower his head in order to fit in the corridor, which meant he had to move even more slowly. But Anakin was in motion as soon as the Wookiee put him down. He raced down the corridor ahead of everyone else.

  "Oh, boy," Jaina said to her brother. "If he falls off the edge, Mom and Dad will kill us." The twins hurried after their brother, even though there was no hope of catching him before he got to the end.

  The corridor ended in open space, with the platform they were standing on jutting out into nothingness, forming a rounded view ledge roughly five meters on a side. There were no guardrails. Chewbacca was unconcerned by the sheer drop. He went right over to the edge and looked down. The others stayed bunched up, close to the center of the platform.

  The cavern was an exact duplicate of the one hidden away on Corellia It was a sharply angled cone about a half-kilometer tall, all the surfaces made of the same silvery metal-if it was a metal.

  The children and Q9 had been forced to leave the huge chamber on Corellia almost the moment they found it, for fear of leading the Human League to it.

  There had been no chance to examine it closely or explore it.

  This time, there was the chanceut no one quite knew how to proceed.

  The obvious thing to do was to get to the base of the chamber, but short of jumping over the edge, there seemed to be no way to accomplish

  it. Ebrihim was on the verge of asking if they could do something with the winch when events overtook him.

  The viewing platform started movin& sidling up the side of the cone toward its apex. It was enough to startle even Chewbacca, who leapt back toward the center of the platform as he spun about to see what had happened.

  Ebrihim turned around at the same moment as the others, and everyone was rooted to the spot by a terriing sight. Anakin had found another concealed keypad, this one set into the surface of the platform. He was kneeling over it, punching in commands. As they watched, the platform surface under the keypad extruded itself upward to form a control station about a meter off the ground. The keypad canted itself down a bit to be easier to reach. Anakin got to his feet and punched in a rapid series of commands. The platform stopped, then moved sideways. It seemed as if it were still attached to the wall of the chamber, but how he could not tell. The two simply flowed into each other.

  Just below their present position, and off to one side, they could see the opening of the corridor they had come down. They heard a low solid boom coming from the corridor, and Ebrihim realized that the outer door to the tunnel system had just closed itself.

  Then the silver walls of the cone puckered in around the corridor opening, irising in to seal it off, until it shrank away and vanished altogether. Almost immediately, the platform started moving again, sliding smoothly and perfectly and impossibly up the side of the conical chamber.

  "Anakin!" Aunt Marcha shouted. "what on Drall are you doing!

  Stop this platform at once!"

  But Anakin did not reply, or even seem to be aware of her existence. He was completely focused on the keypad in front of him.

  Ebrihim made a move toward him, to try to stop him, but Jacen held up a warning hand.

  "Don't!" he cried. "Whatever he's doing, he's doing it, and doing it right. If you try and interrupt him, and he gets confused and pushes the wrong button Ebrihim saw Jacen's point. what if he accidentally pushed a button that made the plafform vanish altogether?

  Up and up they went, the far sides of the cone coming closer and closer, more and more of the view downward getting cut off-though not even Chewbacca was too eager to look down any more.

  They were approaching the apex of the cone. "We are going to be mashed flat in a moment," Q9 announced in a calm, conversational tone.

  The platform moved closer, and closer, and closer to the apex-and then, perhaps twenty meters short of the top, it stopped.

  And something happened to the top of the cone. It shimmered, and its surface rippled and wiggled, until it settled down to a regular series of upward pulses. They could hear the sound of something big and hard smashing into rock, over and over again.

  "It's like it was pushing" Jaina said. "As if it was trying to get-" And with a sudden, final, thunderous roar, the pulsating point of the cone rammed upward, and broke free, slamming tons of rock and soil out of the way.

  Suddenly they could see the night sky.

  Loose rock and debris fell down into the chamber, but a strange flicker off power; there was no clearer way to describe it-swept past the platform they stood on, and grabbed at the debris, and threw it back upwards, Out of the hole, up into the night.

  All was quite abruptly quiet and still. Where the apex of the cone had been, there was now a perfect cylinder, about thirty meters across.

  Anakin pushed another button, and the platform moved upward again, growing wider as it rose until the

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  sides of the platform merged with the sides of the cylinder, and the platform moved straight up, toward the night.

  when it reached the surface, it stopped. They were standing in the dark on a silver disk thirty meters across on the surface of Drall, looking up at a cold night sky pocked with stars, ThIus and flalus visible near the horizon. Ebrihim could see the howercar, about a kilometer or so away, visible by an interior light.

  "Anakin," the Duchess asked, in a sort of half-strangled attempt at a casual tone of voice, "can you make it go back down? Can you make it go up and down whenever you like?"

  "Sure!" said Anakin. "All I have to do i"
r />   "No!" Marcha cried, before Anakin could reach for the controls. "Not now. Not just yet.

  But I think we need to stay here, inside the chamber, set up camp. We need to study this place, but we need to remain concealed as well. II we go in and out of it, we are sure to be spotted, and we can't risk that We need to study this place, master it and keep the wrong sort of people from getting near it."

  "What s this place?" Ebrihim asked.

  "what does it do? who built it, and when, and why?"

  "I can answer some of those questions, nephew, and I expect you could do the same, if you gave it a bit of thought. You saw how it shoved those rocks back up as they fell. That conflrrned what I suspected. This place is a repulsor, a planet-sized repulsor, powerftrl enough to move the whole world of Drall. It dsd move the world of Drall, once, long ago."

  "what?" Ebrihim said. "It shoved some rocks out of the way. How could it move a planet?"

  "Easily," she said. "You saw a giant swat at a gnat.

  Does that mean the giant is not able to do more? I knew from the first moment that I saw the images from the Corellian chamber that it had to be a repulsor. The configuration of forms is identical to the earlier Drallish repulsors, albeit scaled up tremendously."

  "But I don't get it," Jacen objected. "What do you mean, the repulsors moved the planet? Move it from where?"

  `Another star system. Scientists have argued for generations about the theory that the Corellia planetary system could not have formed naturally, that someone must have moved all these planets here from elsewhere.

  Well, here, at last, is the proof. We are standing on the roof of the device that propelled this world from-from wherever it came from, who knows how long ago? We know there is an identical device on Corellia There must also be identical installations on Selonia and Talus and Tralus. All the worlds were brought here, so long ago it was forgotten when we began our civilization, at the dawn of the New Republic. As to who, and why, I have no idea." She shook her head thoughtfully. "And we Drall thought we knew our past."

  "But why has everyone been searching like crazy for these things?"

  Jacen said. "It's interesting and important, but why would guys like the Drallists and the Human League he looking for ancient machines?

  They don't care about that kind of stuff."

  "No," agreed the Duchess, "but they do care about weapons. A repulsor this size could do any amount of damage. A repulsor that can move a planet can also move a spacecraftr smash it to pieces. It is a massively powerful defensive weapon. With a planetary repulsor operational, a planet could hold off any conceivable attack."

  "That's all very well, Aunt Marcha," Ebrihim said tartly, "but there is no threat of such attackr wasn't before the current troubles.

  Besides, all the planets had perfectly good defenses beforehand. I can't believe there's all this fuss over a defensive weapon. The planetary repulsors would be nice to have as weapons, but not ,n.rgggg'g a--, so vital or urgent that they would be worth all the trouble that's been taken to dig them up."

  "You may well be right, nephew, but we must argue that point at a later time. Right now I suggest that we leave Q9 here to watch this entrance while the rest of us go to the hovercar and warm up before we get back to work on the repulsor."

  "But what do you plan to do with it, besides keeping the bad guys from getting it?" Anakin asked.

  The Duchess of Mastigophorous shook her head, a worried look on her face. "If I knew, my dear, I would tell you."

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  Arriving Signals

  Thirty seconds to projected edge of interdiction field," the tactics officer reported, her voice echoing through every compartment of the Intruder. The moment had come, and they were exactly as ready as they were ever going to be. The crews of all four ships were strapped in and ready for what was bound to be a rough ride. "Twenty-five seconds."

  Luke looked down on the bridge from the glassed-in confines of the flag deck that looked down on the bridge proper. Luke and all his companions were there, strapped into their seats and ready for action.

  Belindi IKalenda, Lando, Gaeriel, Artoo, and Threepio. And Ossilege, of course, along with his staff officers.

  The bridge down below was a fairly standard arrangement, borrowing as much from Imperial ship design as anything else. There was a central raised walkway, with the various control stations in sunken trench like operations centers that lined the perimeter of the bridge.

  Luke glanced over at Lando and grinned. "Let's see if we can make it all the way in this time," he said.

  Lando smiled back. "Absolutely," he said. "I don't like getting doors slammed in my face."

  "enty seconds."

  "I don't know why they bothered with the countdown 1UW n-U-KMMW clock," Lando said. "That's just a best-guess estimate of the edge of the field. It's bound to be off."

  "It never hurts to give the crew something to focus on," said Admiral Ossilege. "And it makes it a great deal easier to coordinate between the four ships."

  "Fifteen seconds."

  "I quite agree with Captain Cairissian," Threepio volunteered.

  "I've ,always found this sort of thing terrifically disturbing.

  "Threepio, pipe down," Lando said. "And I don't ever want to hear you agreeing with me again. Is that understood?"

  "But, Captain Calrissian-" Artoo cut Threepio off with a rude noise.

  "Well, I never!" Threepio said. "Such language!

  Artoo, you ought to be ashamed of yourself."

  "Ten seconds."

  Luke looked over to the tactical display, showing the colored dots of the four ships moving toward the dotted blue line of the field's estimated limit. Then he turned back to the forward viewport, determined to see the actual moment of the Intruder's impact on the interdiction field.

  "Five seconds.

  "Four."

  "Three."

  "One."

  "Zero."

  Nothing happened, but then, Luke hadn't really expected it to. He looked over to Lando, and Lando shrugged. The two of them had done the best they could to measure the field using the Lady Luck's instruments, but they knew better than anyone how rough and ready those measurements had been. It was no surprise at all that they were off by a substantial margin.

  "Plus two seconds,"

  "Plus three."

  Lando looked toward Luke. "Hey, who knows?" he asked.

  "Maybe,t,hey dropped the field. Maybe we can do this the easyKA-RAM!

  Luke was slammed forward into his restraint harness, and thrown to one side at the same time. The forward viewport was suddenly a blaze of surging light, reds and oranges slashing down as star lines flared into view and then vanished again.

  "WE ARE IN THE INTERDICTION FIELD!" the tactics officer shouted over the sudden din of hooting alarms and emergency systems.

  `M4INiAiNING STAHC Hll?ERSPACE BUBBLE. FIRST STATIC BUBBLE GENERATOR DECAYING AT EXPECTED RATE. COLlAPSE IMMINENT-" BLAM! The whole ship bucked and shuddered as the first bubble generator blew out and the second cut in.

  The main lighting died for a moment, but kicked back in before the emergency systems had a chance to come on.

  The shaking and shuddering got worse, moment by moment, and Luke heard the faroff crash of something slamming into a bulkhead on a lower deck.

  BLAMM! The second generator blew, and the third snapped on, more abruptly than the first two. An overhead lighting fixture overloaded and blew out, throwing a shower of sparks across the flag deck. One spark managed to start a fire on the deck carpet, but Artoo had his built-in extinguisher out and on before Luke could even call out a warning.

  BA-LAAMM! The third generator blew, and the fourth cut in.

  "Maintaining hyperspace bubble!" the tactics officer called out, the noise level down enough that she did not have to shout quite so loud.

  "Losing hyperspace momentum at rate inside projections. Projecting virtual full stop relative to interdiction field in thirty seconds."

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p; "If we hold together that long!" Lando shouted.

  There was another crash somewhere below decks, as if to emphasize his point.

  BAA-LAAMMM! There was no doubt about it. Each bounce in and out of hyperspace was a bit slower-but a bit less violent-than the one before it. They were through the worst of it. Now if only the ship could hold together for whatever punishment was yet to comewHAMMM! The shock was the hardest yet, and suddenly the ship's artificial gravity failed, just as the lights died again. The ship began to tumble, end over end, as new alarms began to blare and honk. The red emergency lights came on, revealing a scene of chaos. Two or three bridge officers had been thrown clear of their stations, and were flailing about in midair, struggling to grab hold of something, anything, and hang on.

  Dozens of small objects had been thrown loose by the impact, and they were caroming about the interior of the bridge. A similar cloud of debris filled the flag deck.

  A command station down below on the bridge sparked and flared, throwing lurid shadows in the red-lit gloom.

  "Main power coupling off-line!" the tactics officer announced.

  "We have lost positive ship control, but hyperspace bubble is holding."

  Ossilege punched the com key that linked him to the ship's master.

  "Captain Nisewarner! Cut the by,p,erspace sustainer! Drop us into normal space at once.

  "At once, sir," Semmac's voice replied. A moment later, a long, rumbling ihud, almost below the threshold of hearing, a sound more felt than heard, rolled across the ship. The star lines flared almost halfheartedly to life before dying out, leaving the stars of Corellia gently pinwheeling as the Intruder tumbled her stately way across the sky.

  "Fleet status," Ossilege ordered, his eyes staring out into the sky.

  One of the flag-deck technicians checked his displays, listened on his headphones for a moment, and then reported, "Defender and Sentinel have just dropped out of hyperspace in approximate formation with us, within projected parameters. Sentinel reporting only minor damage, Defender reports all boards green. As of yet, we have no track on Watchkeeper."

  "what is the Intruder's location?" Ossilege asked, still watching the viewports.