Star Wars, X-Wing, Wraith Squadron
(Sprache: Englisch)
As the battle against the Empire rages, a new crew of X-wing fighters risk life and machine on a daring undercover mission and emerge as the Rebel Alliance s elite strike force.
It is Wedge Antilles s boldest creation: a covert-action unit of...
It is Wedge Antilles s boldest creation: a covert-action unit of...
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As the battle against the Empire rages, a new crew of X-wing fighters risk life and machine on a daring undercover mission and emerge as the Rebel Alliance s elite strike force.It is Wedge Antilles s boldest creation: a covert-action unit of X-wing fighters, its pilots drawn from the dregs of other units, castoffs and rejects being given one last chance. But before the new pilots can complete their training, the squadron s base is attacked by former Imperial admiral Trigit and Wraith Squadron is forced to swing into action taking over an Imperial warship and impersonating its crew.
The mission: to gain vital intelligence about Trigit s secret weapons, to sabotage the admiral s plans, and to lure him into an Alliance trap. However, the high-stakes gamble pits Wraith Squadron s ragtag renegades against the Empire s most brilliant master of guile and deception.
Are they up to the challenge?
If not, the penalty is instant death.
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Twelve X-wing snubfighters roared down into the atmosphere. The world below, Coruscant, former throne world of the Empire, was an unbroken landscape of urban construction, a vast city reaching from pole to pole, blanketed by gray clouds shot through with white and yellow flashes of lightning.
The squadron commander, piloting a black fighter with an incongruously cheerful green and gold checkerboard pattern on the bow, shook his head over the grim vista of the world below. Even after all the time he'd spent here--even after the crucial role he'd played in conquering this world for the New Republic--he still could not get used to the arrogance of Coruscant. It was a world that could only rule or perish, for it produced nothing but soldiers, officers, and bureaucrats, and could not feed its population without importing massive quantities of food from around the galaxy.
He took a visual scan of his immediate surroundings. "Rogue Three, tighten up. We're putting on a show here."
A green X-wing closed in tighter to the formation. "Yes, sir." Though distorted by the comm system, the voice sounded indulgent rather than military.
"That's 'Yes, Wedge' until we're formally returned to duty." The commander smiled. "Or perhaps, 'Yes, Exalted One.' Or 'Yes, O envy of all Corellia.' Or--"
A chorus of groans interrupted him. The voice of Nawara Ven, the squadron's Twi'lek executive officer, cut through it: "Stop complaining. He's earned his little vacation from reality."
Then the voice of Tycho Celchu, Wedge's second-in-command, sharp and military: "Sensors register a squadron of fighters rising toward us. Speed is X-wing or better; sensor profiles suggest X-wings."
"Maintain formation," Wedge said, then switched his comm unit over from squadron frequency to New Republic military frequency. "Rogue Squadron to approaching X-wing formation, please identify yourselves."
The voice responding was brisk, amused, and familiar. "Wrong designations, sir.
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We're Rogue Squadron. You're simply a rogue squadron. But for the next few minutes we'll do you the courtesy of designating ourselves Red Squadron to avoid confusion. We're your escort."
"Hobbie? Is that you, Lieutenant Klivan?"
"That's Captain Klivan...again, just for the next few minutes."
The other X-wing unit rose into view, gradually attaining the altitude of Wedge's squadron. Wedge was startled to see that the dozen snubfighters were painted in Rogue Squadron's traditional red stripes and twelve-pointed insignia. "Hobbie, explain this."
"No time, sir. We have a course change for you. High Command has decided to broadcast this entire event across the HoloNet--"
"Oh, no."
"--so set your new course to ninety-three, follow my rate of descent, and we'll get you there in one piece. After that, you're on your own."
Within moments their destination was clear: Imperial Plaza, a ground-level ferrocrete circle so broad that in spite of the surrounding skyscrapers, it could be seen from high in the air at angles other than directly overhead. The plaza was packed with spectators; even at this altitude Wedge could see banners and fluttering haze that looked like chaff but had to be some sort of celebratory confetti.
A speakers platform had been erected on the plaza's west side, with barricaded open areas north and south of it--obvious landing zones for the two squadrons.
As they descended toward the plaza, Wedge flipped his comm system back to the squadron channel. "Once around the park, outbound port, return starboard, at five hundred, Rogues. They're here for a show; let's give them one."
Immediately he heard Hobbie's answer on the same channel: "Same, Reds, but starboard to port return at six hundred meters. Sloppiest flight group buys drinks."
The two squadrons parted, circling the plaza at its perimeter, the wingtips of
"Hobbie? Is that you, Lieutenant Klivan?"
"That's Captain Klivan...again, just for the next few minutes."
The other X-wing unit rose into view, gradually attaining the altitude of Wedge's squadron. Wedge was startled to see that the dozen snubfighters were painted in Rogue Squadron's traditional red stripes and twelve-pointed insignia. "Hobbie, explain this."
"No time, sir. We have a course change for you. High Command has decided to broadcast this entire event across the HoloNet--"
"Oh, no."
"--so set your new course to ninety-three, follow my rate of descent, and we'll get you there in one piece. After that, you're on your own."
Within moments their destination was clear: Imperial Plaza, a ground-level ferrocrete circle so broad that in spite of the surrounding skyscrapers, it could be seen from high in the air at angles other than directly overhead. The plaza was packed with spectators; even at this altitude Wedge could see banners and fluttering haze that looked like chaff but had to be some sort of celebratory confetti.
A speakers platform had been erected on the plaza's west side, with barricaded open areas north and south of it--obvious landing zones for the two squadrons.
As they descended toward the plaza, Wedge flipped his comm system back to the squadron channel. "Once around the park, outbound port, return starboard, at five hundred, Rogues. They're here for a show; let's give them one."
Immediately he heard Hobbie's answer on the same channel: "Same, Reds, but starboard to port return at six hundred meters. Sloppiest flight group buys drinks."
The two squadrons parted, circling the plaza at its perimeter, the wingtips of
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Autoren-Porträt von Aaron Allston
Aaron Allston was the New York Times bestselling author of thirteen Star Wars novels as well as the Doc Sidhe novels, which combine 1930s-style hero-pulp fiction with Celtic myth. In addition to being a writer, he was a game designer, and in 2006 he was inducted into the Academy of Adventure Gaming Arts and Design Hall of Fame. Allston died in 2014.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Aaron Allston
- Altersempfehlung: 8 - 12 Jahre
- 1998, 416 Seiten, Maße: 17,7 x 11,2 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: IMPORT
- ISBN-10: 0553578944
- ISBN-13: 9780553578942
Sprache:
Englisch
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