"Commanded by Jedi, sir. Perhaps our tactician is the woman."
It was an interesting idea. Hokan considered it for a moment, then realized that Guta-Nay was waiting expectantly, oddly upright and apparently unafraid.
"Well?" Hokan said.
"I tell you stuff. You let me live?"
Hokan activated the lightsaber again and held it out to his side, just above the level of his right shoulder.
"Of course not," he said, and swung the blade. "It would be bad for morale."
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So how do we justify what we are doing now? Breeding men without choice, and without freedom, to fight and die for us? When dp the means cease to justify the end? Where is our society heading? Where are our ideals, and what are we without them? If we give in to expedience in this way,
where do we draw the line between ourselves and those we find unacceptably evil? I have no answer, Masters. Do you?
—Jedi Padawan Bardan Jusik, addressing the Jedi Council
Etain jerked involuntarily, as if falling in a dream. She opened her eyes and stared straight ahead.
"He's dead," she said.
"Who is?" Darman had been watching her meditate, worrying what might happen to her in the coming battle, afraid both for her and because of her. She could be either a liability or an unimaginable asset. "What's wrong, Etain?"
Niner caught his eye with a look that suggested he thought Darman was being too familiar with an officer, whatever she had ordered. Then he went back to checking his datapad.
"Guta-Nay." She rubbed her forehead and looked defeated. "I felt it in the Force."
Fi looked about to say something, and Atin silenced him with a frown. Darman gave both of them a shut-up look. There was a way of saying unpalatable things to people, and Darman thought it would be better coming from him than from his comrades.
"Hokan would have found him sooner or later," he said.
"If the Weequay's managed to mislead him about our true target, he's at least redeemed himself a little."
"Dar," she said. It was shockingly familiar, the squad nickname for him. "I killed him as surely as if I'd cut him down."
"You told us yourself that he was a rapist," Fi said, sounding irritated. "The world won't miss him."
"Shut up, Fi." Darman tried again. "It'll save lives in the end."
"Yeah, ours," Fi said.
Darman twisted around, angry. "I said shut up, didn't I?"
Niner stepped in. "You can both shut it," he said. "We're all tired and we're all testy. Save it for the enemy."
Darman swallowed a sudden and unexpected desire to tell Fi to lay off Etain, and in no uncertain terms. Fi knew nothing about her, nothing. Darman was ambushed by a split second of protectiveness and was immediately embarrassed by it.
He turned back to her. "He's right. It's one life for many."
"Means justify the end, right?" Etain stood up from her cross-legged position in one movement. "And what about you? What happens if I send you or Fi or any of you into a situation where you're going to die?"
She was genuinely upset. He could see it in her face, and in the way she held one thin, scratched, bony hand clenched tightly into a fist. He stood up as well, walking after her as she headed for the edge of the coppice.
"We were all made for this," Darman said. It was true, wasn't it? He wouldn't exist at all if it hadn't been that someone needed soldiers, utterly reliable soldiers. But it didn't feel that way right then. Her reaction told him he was wrong, and suddenly he saw Kal Skirata, in tears, a drink in his hand. You poor boys. What sort of life is this? "Etain, we all do what we have to. One day you really will have to give an order that's going to get some of us killed."
"Us?"
"Soldiers, troopers. Whatever."
"Perhaps, but the day I can accept that without being diminished by it is the day I'm not fit to be a Jedi."
"Okay," he said. "I understand that."
"How do you feel when you kill?"
"I never had time to think about it. On Geonosis, they killed my brothers and they were trying to kill me. They weren't like us."
"So what if it was someone you knew?"
"But you didn't know Guta-Nay, and he isn't like you. Or me, come to that." Darman hadn't a clue what she was going on about. She was new to killing. It was inevitable that she'd have a few problems dealing with it. "Etain, this squad needs you to be sorted and alert. Think about that."
He turned and walked back to where Niner and the others were sitting. It seemed too obvious to replace their helmets and discuss privately whether the commander was going flaky on them. She wasn't giving orders anyway. But a simple glance could convey a great deal. Darman hoped Fi understood that his fixed stare meant Lay off.
Apparently, he did. Fi made a quick palms-out movement with his hands as if in submission. The subject was dropped.
Niner was right. They were all frayed by the last few days, hovering on short fuses. They busied themselves checking and rechecking weapons.
We 'ye never fought as a squad before.
They were probably all thinking the same thing. Darman took the hydraulic ram apart and reassembled it, then checked the hand pump for pressure. It came with an assortment of claws, and at least having the original plans and specs of both buildings meant he knew which ones to leave behind. It could exert eight metric tons, so if the charges didn't get them through the door, the ram would. The hand-operated ram was lighter to carry, but packed less than half the punch.
He'd have liked cutting equipment, too, but he'd opened steel blast doors on Geonosis with thermal tape charges, and the ribbon version was even more powerful. Explosive moved at eight thousand meters a second, enough to slice
through steel: rapid entry didn't get much more rapid than that.
This wasn't a silent job. It was an application of force against an enemy who knew they were coming.
"Whoa, receiving," Niner said. He shoved his helmet back on his head in a hurry. Darman could hear the blip of the alarm from where he was sitting. "Jinart's got the remote cams in place." He was looking at something only he could see, and judging by his quick head movements, it was interesting. Darman and the others followed suit.
"What are they doing?" A platoon of tinnies was marching down the track from the villa and into the facility. There appeared to be some urgency in their pace. "It looks like they're going back to the laboratory."
The remote was looking down on the scatter of small structures around the former farmhouse. It didn't have a complete view of all the approaches to the building, but it did look out on both the front path and the land to the rear. It had no view of the rear slope of the roof or the land immediately at the back.
There was a man in armor very similar to their own, standing with a familiar helmet tucked under one arm. He was middle-aged and his hard face and confident attitude said clearly that he was a Mandalorian. It had to be Ghez Hokan.
Darman heard the collective holding of breath in his helmet comlink. Hokan was talking to a Trandoshan mercenary, making short stabbing gestures with a finger pointed at nothing in particular. He was agitated but in control. He was marshaling troops.
"Yeah, Dar, I think that's exactly what they're doing. Looks like he's making some last-minute changes."
"Why would they be doing that?" Darman said, but he had an unpleasant feeling that he knew.
"Because we've been too clever by half," Niner said. "Fierfek. Guta-Nay did his job, all right. Too well. What would you do if you thought you were really facing two squads?"
"Assume two separate attacks were really possible."
Atin made a noise that sounded like a controlled exhala-
tion. "Oh well. We were going to meet the whole tinnie family sooner or later. Plan C, anyone?"
They waited, standing in an awkward group. Within half an hour they would know if Jinart had managed to get a remote cam close to the Neimoidian villa as well.
; Darman felt a hard rap on his back plate and jerked around to see Etain standing with her hands on her hips, looking anxious. "What's got everyone upset?" she asked. "Come on, I felt it. What's gone wrong?"
Darman took off his helmet. "Guta-Nay did a pretty good job of convincing Hokan we were targeting the villa. But we overplayed our hand by hinting that we had another squad."
"Why?"
"It looks as if Hokan thinks one squad will be going after each target. So our chances of getting most of the droids in one location have taken a bit of a tumble."
Etain raked her fingers through her hair and shut her eyes. "Time for a rethink, then."
Darman replaced his helmet to watch the feed from the remote. Then the second cam came online. There was a shaky but clear view of the Neimoidian villa and its outbuildings, seen from the branches of a swaying tree. A wide path stretched away out of shot from the front of the house.
At least they could now see the size of the problem facing them. If Hokan tried to move Uthan, they had a high chance of spotting her.
But whichever remote view Darman switched to, there were an awful lot of droids.
"Okay," Niner said. "Fi, you take the first watch on the remotes. I'm going to see if we can get some backup. Majestic should be on station by now."
"We were ordered to keep comm silence until we needed extraction," Darman said, looking at Etain.
"Commander?" Niner said. "We've taken out the comm station. They can't intercept our signal."
Etain didn't even pause. "Sergeant, you go right ahead and call up Majestic," she said. "Ask for whatever help you think we need."
Fi held up one hand. "Hey, we might have a break here. Check out the remote at the villa."
Darman switched channels with a double blink. The display in his HUD showed him a shot of a young boy in a scruffy smock walking around to a side door at the villa, a fruit-laden basket clutched in both arms. He knocked, and the door was opened by a droid. The youngster went in. There was something familiar about him, even though Darman had never seen him before.
He had a very characteristic walk.
"Tinnies wouldn't have sent out for fruit, would they?" Fi said.
The kid's gait reminded Darman of an old woman he'd recently slammed up against a barn wall.
"You've got to hand it to Jinart," he said. "She's certainly got guts."
"Let's hope she manages to get that fruit into the cellars."
"Let's hope she comes back out," Etain said.
Dr. Uthan appeared to have forgotten that Hokan had hauled her across a desk by her collar, at least for the time being. She sat in one of the beige brocade chairs that really didn't match her utilitarian office, listening to him with apparent patience.
"This is an unprecedented opportunity," she said at last.
Hokan agreed completely. "I realize that you haven't managed to create a delivery system for the nanovirus yet, but I think we might be able to help with that. Inhalation will work, yes? Could we introduce it into a sealed room?" He had ideas for ambush and entrapment. "Can that be done?"
"It's one of several vectors," she said. "And skin contact, too. But that isn't quite what I had in mind."
"Which was?"
"A live subject. I would like you to take one of the clones alive."
"That wasn't quite what I had in mind. I tend to have problems with the alive bit. Not my forte."
"You can't simply spray this agent around, Major. I told you we haven't ironed out the genome specificity."
"I have droid troops. While rust might be a health issue for them, I suspect that viruses aren't."
"Having a live test subject would almost certainly enable us to achieve weaponization faster."
"If you allow me access to the nanovirus, I'll do what I can to save one for you."
Uthan shook her head. Her vivid red-and-black-streaked hair was scraped up in a tight bun on the top of her head, giving her an even more severe appearance. Not a wisp of hair escaped the topknot. "I can't do that. While you might be an expert in combat, you're not a microbiologist, nor used to handling hazardous substances. This is far too dangerous a pathogen for you to use at this stage of its development. I'm also not prepared to expend what limited samples we have on a risky counterassault."
Hokan knew he could have taken it by force. But it would have been pointless. She was right; if the virus wasn't in a state that could be weaponized, it was a long shot compared to the proven weapons he had at his disposal.
"Pity," he said. "I'll endeavor to learn more about this technology after we've dealt with the current difficulty."
"So what happens now?"
"Sit tight. Stay in this suite of rooms with your staff until further notice."
"What do we do if shooting starts?"
"The same."
"What if they get through your defenses?"
"They won't, but if it makes you feel safer, I'll provide you with hand weapons for your personal protection."
Uthan gave him a regal nod of the head and reached for a pile of notes. Then she went on reading, pausing occasionally to write something in the margins of the papers. Despite the brief showdown earlier, she didn't seem afraid of him in the least: perhaps working with deadly organisms on a daily basis gave her a different perspective on threats.
"Something highly effective, please," she said as he turned to leave.
"Commanding Officer Majestic," the voice said. "That was fast. Position?"
Niner couldn't get a video image on his HUD, but the sound was crystal clear. "That's a negative on the extraction for the time being, Majestic. Requesting gunnery support."
"Say again?"
"We'll be needing gunnery support. It might get a bit hectic down here. A hundred droids."
There was a second or two of silence. "Omega Squad, be aware that it might get busy up here, too. We have a Techno Union vessel standing off our port bow."
"Is that a negative, Majestic?"
"No. If we cease firing, though, it may be because we're repelling an attack ourselves."
"Understood. Coordinates uploading now. On receipt of code Greenwood, direct cannon at this location. On receipt of code Boffin, this location. Enemy now has no comm apart from droid networks, repeat comm disabled. Knock yourselves out."
"Received. My, you've been busy boys. Standing by, Omega."
Niner shut his eyes and felt the relief flood through his stomach. He wasn't exactly sure how they were going to deploy Majestic's massive firepower, but at least they had it to fall back on.
"Are you making this up as you go along, Sarge?" Fi asked.
"You got a better idea?"
"I meant the code names."
"Yes."
"Classy."
"And I meant it about the better idea."
Fi drummed his fingers on the thigh plate of his armor. "I wish Skirata was around. What was it he always said? Turn
the problem upside down. See it from the enemy perspective."
Etain glanced up, now a sure sign that Jinart was approaching. They seemed to share a kind of radar. The Gurlanin slunk into the laying-up point and swung her head around. Darman and Fi gave her a mute round of applause and a show of thumbs up.
"Nice job, ma'am," Darman said. "Amazing deception."
"Thank you, gentlemen," she said. "Uthan is definitely not in the villa. And your device is now sitting in Ankkit's wine cellars, between a case of vintage Naboo tarul wine and a crate of thermal detonators. When you're ready, you can give Qiilura its own asteroid belt."
"That'll make their eyes water," Fi said.
"And ours if we're too close," Niner said.
"So what now?"
"Let's do what Skirata taught us. Turn it upside down."
The holochart plans of the facility once again hung in midair as the squad, Etain, and Jinart sat around it, seeking inspiration.
"Is this how you plan operations?" Etain asked.
"It's not mea
nt to be like this, no. You gather intel and then you plan and execute. This is what Skirata called a self-adjusting screwup. When the problem actually provides the solution to another problem. It's there. All we have to do is work it out." Niner didn't mind admitting it was more guesswork than anyone should have indulged in. But then he'd been on two real missions now, and they'd both been the same. They hadn't known what they were going into until it was too late. Intel. It was all about having reliable intelligence. "There's three things you should never believe— weather forecasts, the canteen menu, and intel."
Skirata said soldiers always complained. Niner was not given to complaining, but he was definitely not satisfied with the situation. This wasn't what special forces were best designed to do. They should have been there to gather intel themselves, identify the target, call in air strikes, and maybe recover hostages or data. They might even carry out assassi-
nations. They weren't meant to be artillery and infantry as well.
If the Republic hadn't wanted Uthan alive, they needn't have been here at all. Majestic could have targeted the facility from orbit, and everyone would have been home in time for supper. Nobody would have needed to get their backside shot at, or spend days hauling forty-five-kilo packs across farmland.
"I'm glad you're not just accepting this," Etain said.
Fi shrugged. "If you can't take a joke, you shouldn't have joined."
"I didn't join," Atin said.
At least they all managed to laugh. It was the first time that anyone had found any humor in the situation, apart from Fi, of course.
"What do we normally do?" Darman said suddenly. "How do we normally take a target? Break it down."
Niner concentrated. "We isolate a target, go in, and neutralize it."
"Okay, say we don't fight our way in."
"Not with you."
"We're expected to pull off a rapid entry and fight our way in. What if we fought our way out?" Darman prodded his finger into the hologram. "Can we get in under the facility to this central room?"
"This plan only shows drains. The bore's too narrow to get a man down there, and this really isn't a job for Jinart."
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