Star Wars The New Jedi Order - Vector Prime - Book 1 Read online

  Vector Prime by R. A. Salvatore P margin-top 0.05em; margin-bottom 0.3em; text-indent 1.3em; line-height 1.1em; text-align leftH1,H2margin-top 0; margin-bottom 0; font-family ArialH3 margin-top 2em; margin-bottom 0.5em; font-family Arial; font-size 120P.credit font-family Arial; text-indent 0; margin-top 0P.dedication text-indent 0; margin-top 0P.acknowledgements text-indent 0; margin-top 0P.dramatis text-indent 0; margin-top 1em; margin-bottom 1em

  Vector Prime

  R. A. Salvatore Chapter 1 Fraying Fabric It was too peaceful out here, surrounded by the vacuum of space and with only the continual hum of the twin ion drives breaking the silence. While she loved these moments of peace, Leia Organa Solo also viewed them as an emotional trap, for she had been around long enough to understand the turmoil she would find at the end of this ride.

  Like the end of every ride, lately.

  Leia paused a moment before she entered the bridge of the Jade Sabre , the new shuttle her brother, Luke, had built for his wife, Mara Jade. Before her, and apparently oblivious to her, Mara and Jaina sat comfortably, side by side at the controls, talking and smiling. Leia focused on her daughter, Jaina, sixteen years old, but with the mature and calm demeanor of a veteran pilot. Jaina looked a lot like Leia, with long dark hair and brown eyes contrasting sharply with her smooth and creamy skin. Indeed, Leia saw much of herself in the girl - no, not girl, Leia corrected her own thoughts, but young Woman. That same sparkle behind the brown eyes, mischievous, adventurous, determined.

  That notion set Leia back a bit, for she recognized then that when she looked at Jaina, she was seeing not a reflection of herself but an image of the girl she had once been. A twinge of sadness caught her as she considered her own life now a diplomat, a bureaucrat, a mediator, always trying to calm things down, always working for the peace and prosperity of the New Republic. Did she miss the days when the most common noise around her had been the sharp blare of a blaster or the hiss of a lightsaber? Was she sorry that those wild times had been replaced by the droning of the ion drives and the sharp bickering of one pride-wounded emissary after another?

  Perhaps, Leia had to admit, but in looking at Jaina and those simmering dark eyes, she could take vicarious pleasure.

  Another twinge - jealousy? - caught her by surprise, as Mara and Jaina erupted into laughter over some joke Leia had not overheard. But she pushed the absurd notion far from her mind as she considered her sister-in-law, Luke's wife and Jaina's tutor - at Jaina's own request - in the ways of the Jedi. Mara was not a substitute mother for Jaina, but rather a big sister, and when Leia considered the fires that constantly burned in Mara's green eyes, she understood that the woman could give to Jaina things that Leia could not, and that those lessons and that friendship would prove valuable indeed to her daughter. And so she forced aside her jealousy and was merely glad that Jaina had found such a friend.

  She started onto the bridge, but paused again, sensing movement behind her. She knew before looking that it was Bolpuhr, her Noghri bodyguard, and barely gave him a glance as he glided to the side, moving so easily and gracefully that he reminded her of a lace curtain drifting lazily in a gentle breeze. She had accepted young Bolpuhr as her shadow for just that reason, for he was as unobtrusive as any bodyguard could be. Leia marveled at the young Noghri, at how his grace and silence covered a perfectly deadly fighting ability.

  She held up her hand, indicating that Bolpuhr should remain out here, and though his usually emotionless face did flash Leia a quick expression of disappointment, she knew he would obey. Bolpuhr, and all the Noghri, would do anything Leia asked of them. He would jump off a cliff or dive into the hot end of an ion engine for her, and the only time she ever saw any sign of discontentment with her orders was when Bolpuhr thought she might be placing him in a difficult position to properly defend her.

  As he was thinking now, Leia understood, though why in the world Bolpuhr would fear for her safety on her sister-in-law's private shuttle was beyond her. Sometimes dedication could be taken a bit too far.

  With a nod to Bolpuhr, she turned back to the bridge and crossed through the open doorway. "How much longer?" she asked, and was amused to see both Jaina and Mara jump in surprise at her sudden appearance.

  In answer, Jaina increased the magnification on the forward screen, and instead of the unremarkable dots of light, there appeared an image of two planets, one mostly blue and white, the other reddish in hue, seemingly so close together that Leia wondered how it was that the blue-and-white one, the larger of the pair, had not grasped the other in its gravity and turned it into a moon. Parked halfway between them, perhaps a half a million kilometers from either, deck lights glittering in the shadows of the blue-and-white planet, loomed a Mon Calamari battle cruiser, the Mediator , one of the newest ships in the New Republic fleet.

  "They're at their closest," Mara observed, referring to the planets.

  "I beg your indulgence," came a melodic voice from the doorway, and the protocol droid C-3PO walked into the room. "But I do not believe that is correct."

  "Close enough," Mara said. She turned to Jaina. "Both Rhommamool and Osarian are ground based, technologically -"

  "Rhommamool almost exclusively so!" C-3PO quickly added, drawing a scowl from all three of the women. Oblivious, he rambled on. "Even Osarian's fleet must be considered marginal, at best. Unless, of course, one is using the Pantang Scale of Aero-techno Advancement, which counts even a simple landspeeder as highly as it would a Star Destroyer. Perfectly ridiculous scale."

  "Thank you, Threepio," Leia said, her tone indicating that she had heard more than enough.

  "They've both got missiles that can hit each other from this close distance, though," Mara continued.

  "Oh, yes!" the droid exclaimed. "And given the proximity of their relative elliptical orbits -"

  "Thank you, Threepio," Leia said.

  "- they will remain within striking distance for some time," C-3PO continued without missing a beat. "Months, at least. In fact, they will be even closer in two standard weeks, the closest they will be to each other for a decade to come."

  "Thank you, Threepio!" Mara and Leia said together.

  "And the closest they have been for a decade previous," the droid had to slip in, as the women turned back to their conversation.

  Mara shook her head, trying to remember her original point to Jaina. "That's why your mother chose to come out now."

  "You're expecting a fight?" Jaina asked, and neither Leia nor Mara missed the sparkle in her eye.

  "The Mediator will keep them behaving," Leia said hopefully. Indeed, the battle cruiser was an impressive warship, an updated and more heavily armed and armored version of the Mon Calamari star cruiser.

  Mara looked back to the screen and shook her head, unconvinced. "It'll take more than a show of force to stop this catastrophe," she replied.

  "Indeed, it has been escalating, by all reports," C-3PO piped up. "It started as a simple mining dispute over mineral rights, but now the rhetoric is more appropriate for some kind of a holy crusade."

  "It's the leader on Rhommamool," Mara remarked. "Nom Anor. He's reached down and grabbed his followers by their most basic instincts, weaving the dispute against Osarian into a more general matter of tyranny and oppression. Don't underestimate him."

  "I can't begin to give you a full list of tyrants like Nom Anor that I've dealt with," Leia said with a resigned shrug.

  "I have that very list available," C-3PO blurted. "Tonkoss Rathba of -"

  "Thank you, Threepio," Leia said, too politely.

  "Why, of course, Princess Leia," the droid replied. "I do so like to be of service. No
w where was I? Oh, yes. Tonkoss Rathba of -"

  "Not now, Threepio," Leia insisted, then to Mara, she added, "I've seen his type often."

  "Not like him," Mara replied, somewhat softly, and the sudden weakness in her voice reminded Leia and Jaina that Mara, despite her nearly constant bravado and overabundance of energy, was seriously ill, with a strange and thankfully rare disease that had killed dozens of others and against which the best doctors in the New Republic had proven completely helpless. Of those who had contracted the molecular disorder, only Mara and one other remained alive, and that other person, being studied intently on Coruscant, was fast dying.

  "Daluba," C-3PO went on. "And of course, there was Icknya -"

  Leia started to turn to the droid, hoping to politely but firmly shut him up, but Jaina's cry stopped her abruptly and swung her back to face the screen.

  "Incoming ships!" Jaina announced, her voice full of surprise. The telltale blips had appeared on her sensor viewer as if from nowhere.

  "Four of them," Mara confirmed. Even as she spoke, the warning buzzers began to go off. "From Osarian." She turned her curious expression up to Leia. "They know who we are?"

  Leia nodded. "And they know why I've come."

  "Then they should know to leave us alone," Jaina reasoned.

  Leia nodded again, but understood better. She had come to the system not to meet with the Osarians - not at first, at least - but with their principal rival, Nom Anor, the cult figure stirring up trouble on Rhommamool. "Tell them to back off," she instructed Mara.

  "Politely?" Mara asked, smiling, and with that dangerous twinkle in her eyes.

  "New Republic shuttle," a halting voice crackled over the comm. "This is Captain Grappa of Osarian First-Force."

  With a flick of a switch, Mara put an image of the captain on the viewscreen, and Leia sighed as the green skin, spiny head ridge, and tapirlike snout came into view.

  "Wonderful," she remarked sarcastically.

  "The Osarians have hired Rodians?" Jaina asked.

  "Nothing like a few mercenaries to quiet things down," Leia replied dryly.

  "Oh, dear me," C-3PO remarked, and he shuffled aside nervously.

  "You come with us," Grappa insisted, his multifaceted eyes sparkling eagerly. "To Osa-Prime."

  "Seems the Osarians want to talk with you first," Mara said.

  "They're afraid that my meeting with Nom Anor will only heighten his stature, both among the Rhommamoolians and throughout the sector," Leia reasoned, a notion not without credence, and one that she had debated endlessly before making the decision to come here.

  "Whatever the reason, they're closing fast," Mara replied. Both she and Jaina looked to Leia for instructions, for while the Jade Sabre was Mara's ship, this was Leia's mission.

  "Princess Leia?" an obviously alarmed C-3PO asked.

  Leia sat down in the chair behind Mara, intently studying the screen, which Jaina had switched back to a normal space view. The four approaching fighters were clearly visible.

  "Lose them," she said determinedly, a request that neither of the pilots needed to hear twice. Indeed, Mara had been eager to put the shuttle, with its powerful twin engines and state-of-the-art maneuvering systems, through a real test.

  Green eyes sparkling, smile wide, Mara reached for the controls, but then retracted her hands and put them on her lap. "You heard her, Jaina," she said.

  Jaina's mouth dropped open; so did Leia's.

  "You mean it?" Jaina asked.

  Mara's only reply was an almost bored expression, along with a slight yawn, as if this whole thing was no big deal, and certainly nothing that Jaina couldn't easily handle,

  "Yes!" Jaina whispered, clenching her fists, wearing a smile nearly wide enough to take in her ears. She rubbed her hands together, then reached out to the right, rolling her fingers over the floating-ball control of the inertial compensator. "Strap in," she ordered, and she dialed it down to 95 percent, as fighter pilots often did so that they could gain a tactile feel to the movements of their ships. Reading the g's , Jaina had heard it called, and she always preferred flying that way, where fast turns and mighty acceleration could push her back in her seat.

  "Not too much," Leia said with concern.

  But her daughter was in her element now, Leia knew, and she'd push the shuttle to its limits, Leia felt the lean as Jaina veered right, angling away from the approaching ships.

  "If you run, we shoot you down!" came the uneven voice of Grappa.

  "Z-95 Headhunters," Mara said derisively of the closing craft, an antiquated starfighter, and she flipped off the comm switch and looked back at Leia. "Can't shoot what you can't catch," she explained. "Kick them in," she added to Jaina, motioning to the primary thrusters, thinking that a burst of the powerful engines would shoot the Jade Sabre right past the befuddled Rodians and their outdated starfighters.

  Even as she spoke, though, two more blips appeared on the sensors, streaking out from the shadows around Rhommamool, angling right in line with the Jade Sabre .

  "Mara," Leia said with concern. At that, Mara did reach for the controls. But only for a moment, and then she looked Jaina right in the eye and nodded for the young woman to proceed.

  Leia lurched forward in her seat, held back only by the belt, as Jaina reversed throttle and kicked the etheric rudder right. There came a metallic thump behind them - C-3PO hitting the wall, Leia guessed.

  Even as the Jade Sabre came to a sudden halt, nose turned starboard, Jaina pumped it out to full throttle and kicked the rudder back to the left, then hard right, fishtailing the ship about in a brutal one-eighty, then working the rudder hard and somewhat choppy in straightening out her direct retreat. As they turned, a laser cannon blast cut across their bow.

  "All right, the first four are on our tail," Mara instructed calmly. The Jade Sabre jolted, hit aft, a blow the shields easily held back.

  "Try a -" Mara started to say, but she lost the words, and nearly her lunch, as Jaina pulled a snap roll right, and then another right behind it.

  "Oh, we'll be killed!" came C-3PO's cry from the doorway, and Leia managed to turn her head to see the droid leaning in against the metal jamb, and then to see him fly away, with a pitiful cry, as Jaina kicked the etheric rudder again, putting the ship into another sudden fishtail.

  A pair of Headhunters streaked past the viewscreen, but just for a split second, for Jaina vectored away at a different angle, and at single-engine full throttle, pressing Leia back in her seat. Leia wanted to say something to Jaina then, some words of encouragement or advice, but found her words stuck in her throat. And not for any g forces.

  It was the sight of Jaina, the fire in her brown eyes, the determined set of her jaw, the sheer concentration. At that moment, Leia knew.

  Her daughter was a woman now, and with all the grit of her father and mother combined.

  Mara glanced over her right shoulder, between Jaina and Leia, and both followed her lead long enough to see that two of the initial four had altered course accordingly and were fast closing, laser cannons blasting away.

  "Hold on," a confident Jaina warned, and she pulled back the stick, lifting the Jade Sabre 's nose, then shoved it forward, dropping the shuttle into a sudden, inverted loop.

  "We're doomed!" C-3PO cried from the hallway - the hallway ceiling, Leia knew.

  Halfway around, Jaina broke the loop with a snap roll, then kicked her into a fishtail and a barrel roll, bringing her about to nearly their original course, but with the initial four behind them. Now she did kick in both ion drives, as if to use sheer speed to split the gap between the two incoming fighters.

  Both angled out suddenly, then turned back in, widening that escape route but giving them a longer shooting angle at the shuttle, and an easier turn to pursue.

  "They're good," Mara warned, but, like Leia, she found her words lost in her throat, as Jaina, teeth gritted to fight back the g's, reversed throttle.

  "Princess -" The plaintive cry from the corridor ended ab
ruptly in a loud crash.

  "Coming in hot!" Mara cried, noting the fighter fast approaching to port.

  Jaina didn't, couldn't even hear her; she had turned inward now, was feeling the Force coursing through her, was registering every movement of her enemies and reacting instinctively, playing the game three moves ahead. Before Mara had even begun to speak, Jaina had hit the forward attitude adjustment jets, lifting the nose, then she pumped the throttle and kicked the rudder, lifting the Jade Sabre and bringing her nose about to starboard, to directly face the other incoming Headhunter.

  And that eager Rodian did come in at them, and hard, and the Jade Sabre 's defensive array screeched and lit up, warning of a lock-on.

  "Jaina!" Leia cried.

  "He's got us!" Mara added.

  But then the closer ship, coming from port, passed right under the Jade Sabre , and Jaina fired the repulsorlifts, bouncing the Jade Sabre up and sending the poor Headhunter into a wild, spinning roll.

  The closing ship from starboard let fly its concussion missile, but it, and the Headhunter, zipped right underneath the elevated Jade Sabre .

  Before the three women could even begin to catch their breath, another ship streaked in, an X-wing, the new XJ version of the starfighter, its own laser cannons blasting away from its wingtips. Not at the Jade Sabre , though, but at the Headhunter that had just gone past.

  "Who is that?" Leia asked, and Jaina, equally curious, brought the Jade Sabre about hard.

  The Headhunter snap-rolled left and dived, but the far superior X-wing stayed on her, lasers scoring hit after hit, depleting her shields and then blasting her apart into a million pieces.

  "A Jedi," Mara and Jaina said together, and Leia, when she paused to collect the Force sensations about her, concurred.

  "Fast to the Mediator ", Leia instructed her daughter, and Jaina swung the Jade Sabre about yet again.

  "I didn't know there were any Jedi in the sector," Leia said to Mara, who could only shrug, equally at a loss.

  "Another one's out," Jaina informed them, watching the blips on her sensor screen. "And two others are vectoring away."