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  'Boss . . .'' Vega went on, in a more normal tone.

  'What?''

  'It won't seal.''

  'Sithspawn!'' He raised his voice, trying to project it through the thinning

  air. 'Vac suits, everyone, now!'' He rose to his feet and found his legs

  wobbly. He suppressed a giggle as the situation suddenly seemed amusing. Was

  harder-than-corundum Vega Sepen actually jealous of the rogue Jedi? Vega was

  like a tough older sister -- there had never been anything between them.

  Nor was there anything between him and Klin-Fa Gi. She had been an

  irritating mynock on his hull from the second they met, and that was before

  she had tried to kill him and his crew.

  Another funny thing, this one a real side-splitter. He was pretty sure he

  didn't have time to make it to the storage lockers before passing out. Why

  hadn't he thought of the vac suits first? Where was his brain?

  _Oh, right. Starving for oxygen._

  He couldn't help it. He laughed at that one. The galaxy was the best

  practical joker ever.

  He was still chuckling when he tripped over Leaft. The Dug had collapsed in

  a pile, his limbs sticking up at odd angles. His normally ferocious face

  actually looked sort of cute with no surly consciousness to animate it. And

  he had brought some blankets to curl up on, or was it laundry?

  _No, those are the vac suits, you idiot, some stubbornly rational part of

  Uldir snarled. You forgot. Leaft didn't._

  His vision was blurring. He didn't have long. He put the helmet on first and

  twisted the feed valve, then started shimmying into the suit. The fresh air

  smelled good, but his lungs couldn't get much of it -- not enough pressure,

  without a seal between suit and helmet.

  A bunch of black holes suddenly appeared in the bulkhead. Yuuzhan Vong

  voids? Were they under attack, now, on top of everything else?

  'That's it,'' he muttered. 'I give up.''

  He did, too, as the black holes devoured the ship, the light, and finally

  Uldir Lochett.

  * * *

  He awoke to the hiss of air in his helmet. The flat face of a Duro was

  staring at him with concern. The Duro was wearing a vac suit. It took him a

  confused moment to understand that it was Vook, the fourth member of his

  crew. It took only another heartbeat to recall his last memories.

  'Leaft, Vega! We have to -- '

  'Already done, Boss-boy,'' Vega's voice sounded tinny in his helmet

  transceiver. 'We're all okay. Leaft's a little on the puny side -- '

  'I'm fine,'' the Dug snarled. He sounded more groggy than convincing.

  'Good work, Leaft, going for the suits,'' Uldir said. 'Next time, remember

  to put yours on first. Always.''

  'Hrrm. Basic training. Wasn't thinking straight, though.'' Leaft sounded

  chagrined, which was a rarity. 'Thinking like a human,'' he added. That was

  more like Leaft. Uldir was relieved.

  'Vook was thinking straight, at least,'' Vega said.

  Vook looked embarrassed, but said nothing.

  'Okay,'' Uldir said, wobbling to his feet. 'Let's see what's wrong and fix

  it.''

  'And then?'' Leaft growled.

  'Then we go get our starfighter back and make a certain Jedi experience a

  great deal of remorse.''

  * * *

  Uldir was with Vook in the engine crawlway, puzzling over the defunct

  hyperdrive, when Vega stuck her head down from above.

  'We got the outer doors sealed,'' she said.

  'And the inner?''

  'Well, it's good news and bad news,'' Vega allowed. 'The bad news is she cut

  through the inner doors with her lightsaber, so we're going to have to patch

  them. Leaft's on that. The good news -- I guess this is good news -- she

  didn't jam the outer doors on purpose. She banged the mechanism with the

  A-wing when she took off.''

  'Then she didn't intend for us to die,'' Uldir mused.

  'Think not? So you plot she hasn't gone over to the dark side?''

  'If she were truly rogue, she would hardly have any compunction about

  killing us. She could have torped us, for that matter, to make sure of it.''

  'I think you're still woozy,'' Vega said. 'She stranded us in Vong space

  without a hyperdrive, twenty light-years from anywhere. She cut the

  hyperwave antenna, too, so we can't call for help. That in itself is a death

  sentence. A slow, cruel one. Very dark.''

  'Maybe she figured we could fix one or the other.''

  'She knew we were already in bad shape, that we needed supplies to effect

  repairs.'' Vega cocked her head. 'Don't forget, she's on her way to Wayland.

  She must be after some of the Emperor's old toys. Even if she hasn't given

  in to the dark side, she must be right at the shatter zone.''

  'Yeah,'' Uldir assented. 'I'll give you that. We just have to hope she

  hasn't gone over. At least the Jedi still have a few friends left. A Dark

  Jedi could lose them what little support they have. It would be all the

  hard-liners in the Senate need to make the policy of turning Jedi over to

  the Yuuzhan Vong legal.''

  'That could be the least of it, if she finds any of the Emperor's weapons,''

  Vega said. 'We know from experience how much damage a single Dark Jedi can

  do.''

  'Yes,'' Vook said softly, 'but if that damage were to the Yuuzhan Vong, it

  is to be desired.''

  'Vook . . .'' Uldir throttled his immediate retort. The Duro had lost his

  homeworld to the Vong. He was understandably upset.

  'I can't imagine how you must feel, Vook,'' Uldir said. 'But the dark side

  can never be the answer. I didn't learn a lot at the Jedi academy, but I did

  learn that.''

  Vook blinked slowly and was silent for a moment.

  'I can repair the hyperdrive,'' he said, apparently dodging any debate.

  'You can?''

  'Yes. She cut through one of the motivator-engine linkages. That's easily

  repaired. However, when we dropped from hyperspace, the resulting surge

  spread out over the rest of the system and fried the remaining motivators. I

  can realign the one good one to handle the engines, but only for two, maybe

  three jumps. Then it burns out, too.''

  'That's terrific,'' Vega said. 'Can we make Mon Calamari?''

  'Yes.''

  'No,'' Uldir said. 'We're going to Wayland.''

  Vega fixed him with her steely eyes. 'And just how will we leave, once we

  get there? Don't forget, the Yuuzhan Vong have a base on Wayland, too.''

  'We'll deal with it when the time comes,'' Uldir replied. 'As it is, my last

  instructions from Master Skywalker were to bring her in for debriefing.

  That's what we're going to do.''

  'You're not thinking with your head, boss,'' Vega said.

  'And that's enough of that.'' Uldir said. ' It's not funny anymore.'' He

  turned to Vook. 'How long until it's done?''

  'Three hours, maybe four.''

  'Fine. Get to it. Vega, you'll help me get us as battle-ready as possible.''

  He raised his voice. 'Leaft, how are the repairs on the inner doors

  coming?''

  'Faster if you'd let me work in peace,'' the Dug's voice came back over the

  intercom.

  Vega was still staring at him. Her eyes and the set of her frame told him

  she was unhappy with his decision. He di
dn't like to resort to pulling rank,

  if he could help it. It was always better when your crew agreed with you.

  But in this case he wasn't going to entertain any discussions. He would not,

  could not be responsible for giving a Dark Jedi even the slightest

  opportunity to resurrect any of the Emperor's old technology. Not even if it

  killed them all.

  * * *

  The_No Luck Required_ dropped out of hyperspace with a bone-jolting thud.

  The inertial compensators whined and g-force tried to suck Uldir's brain out

  of his right ear. A great green world filled most of his view, far too near.

  'Nice jump, boss,'' Vega said.

  'What happened?'' Uldir demanded, of no one in particular. 'We're lucky we

  didn't end up starfood, coming out this close to a singularity.''

  Vook answered. 'The motivator failed during the jump,'' he said. 'We are no

  longer hyperdrive capable.''

  'Well, at least you got us here. Good work, Vook.''

  'Yes sir,'' Vook murmured, and added, 'We're doomed now, sir.''

  'No we're not,'' Uldir replied. 'I want you to start exploring options. See

  if you can cannibalize enough parts to put together one jump, to anywhere.

  Scan the system for any hulks we might be able to salvage from. Anything.

  Just get me one more jump, Vook.''

  The Duro's expression remained unreadable, but he shrugged. 'Okay,'' he

  said.

  'Boss,'' Vega said, 'I've got three objects turning our way.''

  'Perfect,'' Uldir said. 'What are they?''

  'Coralskippers.''

  Uldir toggled on the intercom. 'Leaft, you hear that?''

  'Yes,'' the Dug grunted. 'I'm in the turret already.''

  Uldir flipped to long-range scanners. There were the skips, all right. Like

  all Yuuzhan Vong tech, the skips were living creatures, modified by advanced

  biotech into deadly killing vessels. Uldir had dealt with enough of the

  small furies to know that even one was a problem -- three made for a very

  bad day indeed.

  'It could be worse,'' he sighed.

  'I've got a corvette analog coming around the planetary horizon,'' Vega

  said. 'I estimate we have about eight minutes to handle the skips before

  were have it to deal with, as well.''

  'Ah,'' Uldir said. 'So worse. Remind me not to say that again.''

  'What would be the point in that?'' Vega asked. 'You don't seem to be

  handling advice all that well these days, even your own.''

  'And you're plotting a course toward insubordination, fast,'' Uldir snapped,

  starting the ship on a series of evasive maneuvers. 'Vook, we've still got

  full maneuverability?''

  'In sublight, yes.''

  'Fine.''

  'Permission to speak, sir,'' Vega said stiffly.

  'Vega . . .'' he sighed. 'What?''

  'You don't need me here -- you've got Vook for fire control and repair and

  Leaft for the turret. Let me take out a starfighter. Even the odds a

  little.''

  'That's a fine idea.''

  'Great.'' She reached for the buckles of her crash harness.

  'Two minutes until maximum range,'' Vook said.

  'Wait,'' Uldir said. 'I meant taking a starfighter out is a good idea. But

  I'm taking it. You assume command of the_No Luck Required_ .''

  'Boss, that's -- '

  'Listen to me. We can't slug it out with every skip in the system. Try to

  cover my exit with a barrage -- dump some garbage, too, and I'll go out cold

  silent. Then I want you to get going -- hide someplace, on the planet, in

  orbit running silent -- whatever. Once I'm clear of the fight, I'll find

  Klin-Fa Gi, grab her, and bring her back.''

  'Right. Grab a Dark Jedi.''

  'I'm the only one of us with any Force sense at all,'' Uldir said. 'So I'm

  the only one who even stands a chance of even finding her.'' he paused.

  'Anyway, I brought her on board. It was my decision to come after her. I'll

  take the consequences.''

  Vega looked like some nasty insect had stung her inside her mouth.

  'I don't like it,'' she said.

  'You don't have to. I'll find you, don't worry.''

  'One minute,'' Vook said.

  'Rotate fighter two,'' Uldir said. With that, he left the helm and hurried

  toward the starfighter bay.

  * * *

  A globular bolt of plasma greeted Uldir as his A-wing cleared the fighter

  bay. He jerked reflexively at the stick -- forgetting he was powered down --

  but he was still inside of the No Luck's shields, which the blast spread

  across in rainbow fluorescence. Gritting his teeth, he let the tiny ship

  drift in the cloud of released garbage. He watched as a spread of proton

  torpedoes from the Luck winked into silent fiery starlets, accompanied by a

  fusillade of energy bolts from Leaft's position in the turret. His finger

  itched on the power-up switch. Had the coralskippers seen his ship emerge

  and targeted him specifically, or was the near-miss merely coincidence? He

  would know in a few seconds. He had drifted clear of the shields, now, and

  though the A-wing had many non-factory modifications, its shields were not

  upgraded. A single solid hit and he wasn't merely out of the action, he was

  dead.

  But the skips were too busy to notice him, thanks to his crew. One was

  already carrying a livid wound where one of Leaft's lasers had singed along

  the yorik coral, heating it to incandescence. As he watched, another took

  the fringe blast of proton torp. For a moment, he thought the fight would be

  over quickly.

  No such luck. He watched, drifting and feeling helpless as the skips closed

  to their most effective range and the tables turned. Leaft still needled at

  them with deadly accuracy, but the shots stopped dead in space meters from

  the organic starfighters. The Yuuzhan Vong ships didn't have shields as such

  -- instead, the same dovin basals that furnished their gravitic drive opened

  tiny singularities which swallowed anything they touched -- concussion

  missiles, torps -- even the coherent light and particles of a blaster bolt

  vanished into them without a trace. They had their limits of course, and

  Republic pilots had learned a trick or two about slipping the occasional

  shot through those gravitic defenses, but it was no easy going. Meanwhile,

  the skips bombarded the_No Luck Required_ with gobs of supercharged plasma,

  fired from what look for all the world like miniature volcanoes set in the

  rough surface of the coralskippers. Now they avoided the arc of the turret

  gun, diving in close. Vega couldn't effectively fire missiles from that

  range, both because she wasn't likely to hit and because the resulting

  concussion would damage the transport as well.

  'Go, Vega, go!'' He muttered. 'What are you waiting for?''

  But then the_Luck's_ drive kicked on and a stream of hot ions engulfed one

  of the coralskippers, whose pilot had clearly forgotten that an ion drive

  made an effective if short-range weapon in itself. The voids couldn't

  swallow all of that. The skip flared orange, yellow, blue -- and was gone.

  'That's it!'' Uldir muttered, watching the_No Luck Required_ dwindle with

  astonishing speed. The remaining skips went after her, of course, though

  they had little chance of catching her if she didn't le
t them. Unless the

  Vong fighters were hyperdrive capable, which he didn't think they were.

  The corvette analog probably was, but it wouldn't go faster-than-light until

  it was a little farther from the planet. But if they spotted him . . .

  He resisted holding his breath as the larger ship cruised by only eight

  kilometers off his lower starboard. If it noticed him, it gave no

  indication.

  New light caught his eye, as some of the junk ejected with him hit Wayland's

  outer atmosphere and began to burn. One eye still on the passing cruiser, he

  reached for his stick. It wouldn't do for him to hit the atmosphere wrong.

  Too shallow an angle and he'd skip off into space. Too steep and he'd be

  incinerated. Time for a little course correction.

  He didn't bring the ship to full power, instead firing maneuvering thrusters

  from independent power sources. That steepened his approach. He reached for

  the stick -- and gaped at what he saw on his sensors.

  Three little blips, launched from the cruiser, all headed his way.