fuselage; the distance, and vibration from the X-wing's speed, made a better
look impossible.
"Presumably an escort," Wedge said. "Stay loose, Red Flight. Diplomacy
first."
"Leader, Three. Diplomacy means saying something soothing as you squeeze
the trigger, right?"
"Quiet, Three."
In moments, as they held their altitude above Adumar's surface, he saw
the system's sun rise above the planetary curve ahead of them. Wedge's
viewport automatically polarized, cutting down a bit on its brightness, but
his eyes were still dazzled. He brought down his helmet goggles and kept his
attention on his instruments.
Seconds later, Red Flight crossed the day/night boundary. Visual sensors
showed a tremendous archipelago of islands below them, graduating to a series
of larger mountainous islands, and then suddenly they were above an enormous
continent, one that had to occupy at least a quarter of the world's planetary
surface. Their course led them northward, over what looked like the
continent's temperate zone. Through breaks in the world's cloud cover, Wedge
saw sprawling cities, deep belts of greenery, and large cultivated fields. The
sensor board indicated the continued presence of their escorts, who maintained
a ten-kilometer distance.
As their motion carried them around the curve of Adu-mar, the sun rose
over them and then was behind them. When they approached the far day/night
boundary, Gate transmitted the next set of course corrections reduction of
speed and descent into the planetary atmosphere.
"Leader, Red Three. Why are we taking the long way around?"
"Three, it's their course, not ours. I suspect they're giving us a chance
to look at the world."
"Next time they can send holos."
Wedge grinned and began the descent into the atmosphere. He brought his
shields up and kept his speed fairly high. This would give the population
below something to see The friction of the atmosphere on the shields would
make the X-wings look briefly like meteors shooting out of the skies. It would
also give him a chance to learn more about their escorts.
The escorts ten klicks below him entered the atmosphere firstand slowed
their forward speed to do so. Wedge nodded. That suggested, though it did not
prove, that the escorts weren't able to handle atmospheric reentry as well as
an X-wing with shielding. Above him, the high-guard escorts also slowed as
they reached the barrier of the atmosphere. Soon Red Flight was far out ahead
of the chase vehicles.
They descended toward Adumar's surface, soon recognizing cities with
skyscrapers, cultivated fields, untouched forests, broad lakes and rivers. It
was, unlike Coruscant, a pretty world.
Sensors showed more vehicles rising in their path at intervals of fifty
and a hundred kilometers, but these vehicles stayed to either side of Red
Flight's course, not pursuing as the X-wings passed. "A gauntlet," said Red
Four.
"Maybe if they were firing," Wedge said. "Here, they're more like
distance markers."
"They could keep track of us on sensors," said Red Three, "and scramble a
flight if we veered off our assigned course. I'd like to know what they're
doing. Show of force?"
Wedge shook his head. If this had been a show of force, they would have
had a much larger unit of vehicles in the air, and would have been making much
closer passes. But Wedge didn't have the answer, either. "Less chatter, Red
Flight."
One blip rising into their path did so at a halfway point between the
"distance marker" vehicles, and its range to Red Flight closed much faster
than the rest. It had to be heading toward the X-wings rather than at tempting
to pace them. As Wedge watched, the sensor board identified the blip as a
group of four fighters flying in tight formation. Their course showed them
heading straight toward the X-wings. "Heads up, Red Flight," Wedge said. "This
may be trouble."
His comm unit came alive with transmissions, disjointed phrases crowding
one another out. "Rad Flat, tha flightknife approaching your position... Buan
ke Shia challenges Waj Antilles! Answer!... Rad Flat autorized to defend...
Dyans ke Vasan challenges Was Jansan! Answer!"
"Scramble Red Flight frequency," Wedge said, and suited actions to words
by activating his comm unit scrambler. Now people other than Red Flight
listening in on the flight frequency would hear nothing but computer-mangled
transmissions. "S-foils to attack position," he continued. "Two, you're with
me. Three and Four, you're wingmen." On the sensor board, four more of the
distance-marker aircraft were now breaking from their original courses and
looping back toward Red Flight.
"Leader, Three. We can outrun them."
"No, Three. If this culture really is as pilot-happy as we were told,
taking the most sensible course out of here might cost me credibility I need.
This could just be a test of nerve."
"Leader, Four. My nerves are already tested. Can I go home?"
"Quiet down, Four." Wedge watched the range meter's numbers roll down. At
two kilometers, the approaching fighters would be barely within accurate
targeting range... but they were closing so fast that by the time the Red
Flight pilots could squeeze the triggers, the computer targeting might have
good locks on them. The sensor board was already uttering faint musical tones
to indicate that the enemy was attempting targeting locks on them.
At three klick s, Wedge said, "Break by pairs"
And the enemy fired. Wedge saw eight flares, two from each oncoming
fighter, as the enemy launched missiles.
Wedge whipped to starboard and then instantly began to bring himself back
in line with his enemies again. The maneuver yanked him out of his approach
vector'... but missiles accelerated so fast, and the enemy was firing so
close, that his sideslip stood an even chance of forcing an overshoot by the
missiles. He saw twin burn trails flash back along his port side and knew he
was right.
A split second later, his targeting brackets crossed over one of the
oncoming aircraft and flickered from yellow to green. Wedge squeezed his yoke
trigger and saw his lasers, red pulses, leap out toward the oncoming aircraft
He had a glimpse of the enemy, black fighter-craft, and then he was past
them. Sensors registered an explosion behind him and three targets beyond
that, headed away but beginning tight turns back in his direction.
He looped around to port, noted that Tycho was still on his rear
starboard quarter. "Leader to Flight. Status?"
"Leader, Two. One vaped, two laser-damaged but apparently still flyable.
I have no damage."
"Three, unhurt."
"Four, no damage yet."
Wedge didn't bother to issue further orders. His pilots knew what they
were about. He and Tycho tightened their loop, an effort to come up behind the
surviving pair of enemy fighters, while Hobbie and Janson split wide if the
solo enemy turned against one of them for a head-to-head run, the other would
have a good shot at a side or rear qua
rter.
As he came in toward the rear of the enemy wing pair, Wedge got a good
look at them. They were large for single-pilot fighters. They were longer than
an X-wing by almost half, their bows ending in sharp points. Behind the
cockpit, their fuselages split into odd dual-tail assemblies joined by
horizontal bars at the rear. The wings, which crossed the fuselage just behind
the cockpit, were broad where they joined the fighter-craft but narrowed like
a vibroblade to a sharp point at the tips. The craft surfaces were a glossy
black.
Wedge switched to the general comm frequency. "Red Flight to enemy
fighters. Indicate your surrender now by descending to the planet's surface."
"No!" The enemy pilot's voice was strained, a little high in pitch. "I
will have Waj Antilles or die!"
Both enemy craft attempted a hard roll to starboard and down. Wedge and
Tycho stayed with them, closing to optimum firing rangetwo hundred fifty
meters. "You're within our sights and not going anywhere," Wedge said. "This
is your last chance"
The two craft rapidly decelerated, an attempt to force the X-wings to
overshoot. Wedge fired and saw his quad-linked lasers shred the black craft
ahead of him, punching through the fuselage directly behind the cockpit; the
craft rolled in the air, its structural integrity compromised, and
disintegrated into a dozen different pieces.
Tycho's shot was more surgical. It blew through the cockpit just where
the canopy met the fuselage at the rear. The fighter-craft, still intact,
rolled lazily to port and began an uncontrolled plummet.
Wedge checked his sensor board. Hobbie and Janson were headed back to
rejoin them.
And the other, more distant fighters, those that had turned back toward
the altercation, were once again resuming their original courses, setting up
the kilometers-wide corridor for Red Flight's travel.
Wedge brought his group slowly back around on course and watched Tycho's
target until that fighter crashed onto a forested hilltop far below. A
fireball bloomed out of the wreckage and began consuming it and the foliage
around. "Red Flight to Adumar Central Control, what was that all about?"
"Rad Flat, Rad Flat, this is Cartann Bladedrome. Congratulations on four
stops. Ar apologies far the inconvenience. Please resume the original course."
He switched to Red Flight's scrambled frequency. "Any of you getting any
of that?"
"Leader, Three. It's Basic, but I don't want to imagine how they have to
twist their faces to pronounce it. They don't sound as though this was part of
the planned celebrations."
"That's my read also, Three. Let's resume our planned course. But keep
your eyes open and your sensors optimal."
Moments later it was before them, the biggest city they'd seen so far, a
broad stretch of skyscrapers; even the smallest of buildings, at the city's
periphery, seemed to be six or seven stories in height. The sky above it was
alive with small craft. Wedge's navigation computer indicated that their
destination was within the city borders.
As they got closer, they could see that the city was a riot of colors,
each building painted differently from the ones next to it, most of them
bearing one color for walls and another for roofs and trim such as ledges and
window frames. Rust, brown, red, black, and tan seemed to be preeminent.
And then there were the balconies. Every building seemed to have a broad
balcony. On most of the worlds Wedge visited, a balcony might extend as far as
the edge of the sidewalk, but some of these stretched out over the street,
almost meeting balconies from the buildings across the way.
Cables also stretched between buildings, masses of them, but whether they
carried power or communications signals, or did nothing more than add
structural support or please some aesthetic sense, Wedge couldn't guess.
Red Flight's course dictated an altitude and direction that sent the four
X-wings straight down the middle of one of the city's broader avenues, just
above the rooftops. Wedge reduced speed for better maneuvering close to
structures. As they entered the city Wedge could see people on the streets and
especially on the balconies fair-skinned humans dressed in flowing garments
he could only glimpse as they flashed past. The people all seemed to be
waving, pointing up at the X-wings. There were vehicles on and above the
streets, long, broad transports without seats. Wedge also saw living
transportation-reptilian beasts, seven to ten meters long, in colors ranging
through browns and greens; the beasts possessed natural armor on flanks and
necks, a sort of hard-shell banding, and they carried saddles, some of them
built for multiple riders and cargo.
As the pilots got farther into the city, the buildings grew taller, but
Wedge's orders mandated the same height aboveground. Suddenly they could see
balconies and residents beside them, then above them, and they had to vary
their altitude occasionally to miss banks of the cables stretched between
buildings; yet the city builders seemed to have planned to accommodate low-
level flying, because the cables were clustered at various altitudes, with
gaps between them wide enough to permit easy passage of starfighters.
Sensor signals showed some of those pursuit aircraft catching up from the
rear, and then Wedge spotted them visually They were negotiating one cable-
bounded passage below Red Flight, in tight formation, moving like the escorts
they were probably intended to be, a score or more of the same craft Red
Flight had shot down moments before.
"Not bad-looking." That was Janson's voice. "Chiefly atmospheric from the
look of them."
Their path took them abruptly out from between the balconied buildings
and over a plaza. It was broad, wide enough for an X-wing to do some
maneuvering at reduced speed, and packed with people.
And at the boundaries of the plaza were erected display screens, each
showing a different moving two-dimensional image.
They were images of Wedge Antilles and the X-wings under his command,
images of battles from throughout his career.
Wedge almost jerked in surprise. On one screen were in-the-trench shots
from the original Death Star, from the viewpoint of an X-wing camera mount. On
another, the huge naval engagement in space above the sanctuary moon of Endor.
On another, a clash between X-wings and the Ssi-ruuk in the Bakura system. All
engagements he'd been involved with... all recordings from participating
fighters, recordings that had to have been provided to the Adumari by the New
Republic. Two sets of panels showed data that did not come from the New
Republic, though They were recordings of Red Flight's clash moments ago with
the Adumari fighters, doubtless recorded by the fighters that had been
shadowing them; the poor focus and jerking of the images suggested the
recorders had been far away.
"Leader, Three. You set this up yourself, didn't you?"
"Three, Two. Less chatter." Wedge thought he detected a trace of
amusement in Tycho's admonition.
The navi
computer indicated that the plaza was the terminus of their trip.
He could see one area that had to be their landing zone. At the center of the
plaza was a circular fountain, the centerpiece of which seemed to be a statue
representing one of those split-tailed fighters aiming straight into the sky;
near it was a stage with rails around the edge and a mass of people upon it,
and near that was a railed-off area clear of people. Already parked on the
landing 7one was the shuttle from the Allegiance.
Wedge continued forward until he was not far short of one set of screens
the one before him showed him and Rogue Squadron, in dress uniform, in a
celebration of the fall of Coruscant to the New Republicand arced hard to
starboard. He led Red Flight in a full circle around the plaza, then descended
to touch down on the landing zone.
When his canopy opened, admitting a wash of heavy, humid air that made
him guess this part of Adumar was in its late summer season, he was deafened
by the roar from the crowd. He took off his helmet and was rewarded by another
roar as his features were revealed. "Gate," he said, "close it up and run the
power-down checklist. Notify me by comm if anyone approaches."
His R5 unit chirped a confirmation. Wedge suppressed a noise of
dissatisfaction. He'd have preferred to have a few minutes to do his routine
post-flight check on his vehicle, but the demands of this social situation
obviously wouldn't permit him the luxury.
No flight crew approached with ladders, so he swung expertly over the
side of his cockpit, hung off the side of his X-wing for a moment by his
hands, and then dropped to the plaza surface below, landing in a crouch. The
plaza surface, for all that it looked like well-fitted square stones, gave
slightly under the impact of his landing; it seemed to be a prettily decorated
sheet of some flexible material.
Tycho, Janson, and Hobbie joined him in moments, and Wedge spotted
another individual headed their way from the direction of the stage. This man
was about Wedge's height, with intelligent eyes and features framed by dark
hair and a close-cut black beard. He was dressed in New Republic clothing cut
similar to a military uniform but without rank or unit designations. He held
out a hand to Wedge. "Sir. Delighted to meet you. I'm"
"Ejector Darpen!" That was Janson, his voice and expression betraying
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