Kix Davin and pointman Dax squatted behind the remains of the shattered hangar bay of Vegresso Base, a waist-level row of bent, scorched metal and twisted rebar the only protection against the hangar's E-Web blaster cannons. The pirates couldn't see them but the infared sensor mounted on the weapons could probably pick up some heat leakage from their envirosuits, and every now and then one would pop off a couple dozen blaster rounds in their direction. At least the strategy worked. The Corvette had been successful in smuggling in the entire commando unit into the hangar bay. The question now was making it further inside the base.
"Frak!" Dax said. "Bastard's got us pinned down!"
"Maybe not," Davin offered. "The thing's got a power convertor and service portals aft. I can launch a grenade in the right spot, it'll blow the power. Then we got his ass."
Three rounds of cannon fire scorched a couple of centimeters of metal over Dax's head. He squatted lower. "Damn!"
"Okay, look," Davin said, "here's the play. You scoot down about twenty meters, put your weapon over that pile of twisted debris, and spray that bastard. I'll circle around behind it and vape that gunner while he's potting at you."
Under the clear plasteel faceplate of his helmet cover, Dax frowned.
"Unless you got a better idea?" Davin said.
Dax shook his head. "What the hell. Let's do it. Gimme a signal when you're ready to dance."
"Copy," Davin said. His voice was crisp in the helmet's comlink. The comm was standard military tightbeam and scrambled, so the pirates in the base couldn't slice and eavesdrop, or even if they could, they wouldn't be able to understand what they were saying.
Dax moved off, keeping low. Every so often the E-Web would cap off a few more shots.
Davin lit a low-heat flare and dropped it. With any luck, those idoit gunners would think it was a suit leak and zero in on it. While they were doing that, he would blow them away. He moved off. He was good, one of the Imperium's best, and damned if he was gonna get drilled by some smelly, sweaty pirate.
When he got into position, Davin said, "Do it!"
Thirty meters away, crouched behind a big chunk of rubble that was probably once a speeder, Dax whipped his T-21 blaster rifle over the top and triggered it full auto. He waved it back and forth, so he would get full attention of the weapon's sensors. The gunners would have found him pretty quick anyhow, but he didn't want to take any chances.
Blaster fire spanged off the rubble, chopping it away. They knew he was here, alright. Dax pulled his weapon back so it wouldn't get hit.
Five seconds later, two things happened: a grenade went off and the E-Webs stopped shooting.
Dax grinned. "Yeah! Way to go, Commander!" Kix must have rammed one right up a pirate's drainpipe. Hell of an enema.
Ten seconds went past. "Commander?"
"You're buying the Bakuran ale tonight, pal," came the reply.
Dax grinned. A round exploded above his head.
"Oh, frak!" If it had been lower, he'd be history. "Frak! Frak! Frak!"
A squad of death commandos in envirosuits quickly crouched nearby. Davin quickly chirped over the comm. "All squads move in! The E-Webs are down, but we got more coming! Get inside that base before this hangar bay becomes our last stand!"
*****
Zem Renneyn and her escort reached the security door leading into the main briefing room of the Shoto battlecruiser
Cumberland. A scanning laser tapped a red dot against her eye and by the time she had finished blinking, the door's comp had ID'ed her and begun to roll open. The escort said, "Go on in. I'll wait here."
Zem did as she was told. She felt the pressure of stares against her, knowing she was being watched by computers and probably the general on a secret frequency, that her every move was recorded. Great.
There was only one other door in the corridor, so she couldn't miss it. It opened as she approached. She stepped into the office. Nothing but an oval table, big enough to seat a dozen people, three chairs. Two of the chairs were occupied. In one was a full bird captain, probably the one in charge of this battlecruiser. The other man was in black garb, and he had the look. Zem would bet a month's pay this guy was Intelligence. Any odds anybody wanted.
"At ease, Zem," the captain said. The assassin in battle gear wasn't aware that she'd been at attention.
Zem noticed that the captain, his name tag said "Xander," kept his hands behind his back. Like maybe he was afraid to touch her.
Not so the agent. He extended one hand. "Agent Ix"
Zem kept her own hand down. Shake with one of these guys and you might need finger grafts.
The agent nodded, withdrawing his offer of a handshake.
"You read the orders?" Xander said.
"I saw it."
"What do you think?"
"I thought Sij Olith would be here instead of Ix. I only work with him for Intelligence."
The captain and the agent exchanged quick glances. "Agent Olith is currently indisposed at the moment," Ix replied.
Yeah, right, and I'm Boba Fett, Zem thought.
"You've done these kind of missions before, have you?" the Intelligence agent named Ix said.
"Yeah."
"Tell me about them."
"What can I tell you that you don't already know? You've seen the files of my hits on Risban, Brigia, and Cadinth, haven't you?"
Xander glared at her. "Give the man the story, Zem."
She shrugged. "Just get to the point. I have a shuttle waiting on me. The second wave is about to leave."
"You got a bad attitute, Renneyn," Xander said.
Ix smiled. "Captain, it is quite alright. She's definetely the one to pull this job."
After a moment Xander nodded. "All right. That being the case, you've read the orders from General Grevious, Zem. You will be boarded on a captured freighter and flown to Vegresso Base, undetected if possible." The captain continued. "You are to infiltrate the base, find the main nest of pirates and take out its leaders. Without leaders, the gangs will have no guidance and eventually will surrender the base. The files you read describe the leaders of the pirate and smuggler rings."
She took a deep breath. "Okay," she said. "Is that all?"
Agent Ix smiled, and when he did, something unhappy roiled around in Zem's belly, like a trapped beast wanting to get out. She had done enough killing to last a dozen lifetimes and it was starting to get taxing on her, especially when some of them were Tion rebels.
"Yes, that is all. Dismissed."
She turned her back on them. Ix spoke up again. "And remember, leave no one alive..."
Damn...
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