Star wars: The Crystal (ENGLISH)

24 years after the Battle of Yavin ...
l applause spread through the Great Temple, reverberating among the
vaulted ceiling and the old stone. For Jaina Solo, the thunderous
ovation contained echoes of other days and other events - and not all of them
of the past. The song of the future, your future, was there too.
Or was it that took Jaina.
The question that Uncle Luke had done before the ceremony was repeated over and
again in his mind like a damaged hologram: "What are your plans for the
future? "
A reasonable question, since she was about to leave the Jedi academy,
but nothing came to mind seemed good enough. He liked to fly aircraft
fast. He liked to build things, fix and improve what was already
constructed. But such skills seemed be diminished by the greatness of this
Instead, this time.
Much was expected of the niece of Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa oldest daughter and
Han Solo. Jaina had always known and had accepted this. The responsibility came
from birth, the inevitable result of their heritage Jedi.
Jaina had never been more aware of this heritage. She was standing in the
stage of the Grand Chamber of the Audiencia, anxiously aware of nearby
Force presence of his two brothers and friends who shared his years
at the Jedi academy. They radiated joy and pride, only slightly obscured by
the concern that was supposed to be the center of so much applause, and so many looks. Standing at a
hand, were his Uncle Luke, his parents, and several other heroes of his generation. Jaina
realized all this, though his eyes could not perceive anything but the brightness
Jedi lightsabers.
The older Jedi Knights who were gathered in the front row had
on their lightsabers, raising them in a glowing tribute to the
graduate students. The multicolored arms spoke of hope and
power - a rainbow refracted from a hidden sun.
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Then the applause faded, light sabers went out. An agile woman,
silver hair walked quietly to a podium in front of the dais. She sat,
raised his large double viola and began playing. The delicate music filled the room as
light of the moon. Tionne had taught the young Jedi through stories
former glories, and now his song celebrating his adventures and challenged them to create
new legends.
Jaina's lips twitched into a faint, ironic smile. "The Ballad of
Mechanical Jedi ". She bet the Millennium Falcon to Tionne not get many
cheers for that tune!
When the song became silent, the new Jedi Knights
pooled from the bench and went down the long corridor. His solemn countenance
dissolved at the time they left the Temple.
The screams of celebration mixed with the bright green of the jungle music
Yavin 4.
Lowbacca let out a howl and covered lush Jaina in an embrace. It
spread your arms around the waist of the Wookiee and hid his face in his fur
ginger. She was immersed in a big hug, and felt the unexpected flavor
an exotic perfume.
Jaina Tenel Ka came to embrace it and make a gesture. For once the
Dathomiri girl had changed his usual tunic dress and a shorty
shiny soft leather made by traditional reptile Jedi robes, and their
rich red-gold hair had been tamed to a crown of curls and elegant
braids.
"Except for the hair color, you look like my mother," he joked Jaina.
The girl's gray eyes twinkled at what she perceived clearly as
a compliment.
"My grandmother will be happy. She often admonishes me and makes me look and act
like a princess, "she said, looking away toward the royal yacht. The
former Queen Mother of Hapes had traveled in a castle star, a whimsical
structure that towered high above other conventional ships.
The lines of the face Tenel Ka were accentuated when she studied this symbol
their heritage and family expectations. A similar expression was upon the other
young Jedi. A Jaina gave the impression that she was not the only one confused about the
next steps.
To his surprise, Jacen was the first to give voice to their concerns
shared. "Anakin and I will travel with Master Luke," he said, while to a
one side brown hair that always dragging on their eyes. "And not only to Mon
Calamari. After the holidays will be his apprentice. "
Zekk's green eyes widened in surprise. "You two? Are two
Apprentices will not be too much? "
Flushed Jacen, and Jaina had the impression that the two had had before this
conversation. "I feel that this is the right step to take." He drew a small
smile. "I think I have a lot to learn."
"Without question," he said Zekk.
During the laughter that followed, Jaina saw the way of his brothers. The
learning was a great idea, and if Uncle Luke was taking students, perhaps Aunt
Mara would consider taking one. Mara Jade was absolutely stellar - practice
sure, a great pilot and a fighter who could sweep the floor of a bar
with a pair of Black Sun thugs without disturbing your hair auburn.
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A charming smile spread over the face of Jaina. That was - the way
chosen, the problem was solved.
But Zekk, judging by the dazed expression on his face, was still
trying to think about this idea. "So you two are seeking to be
Jedi warrior known as Master Skywalker. "
"Those were different times," said Jacen thinking. Master Luke
became Jedi in the Rebellion, and his path was formed by necessity.
We have always known that the Jedi are more than warriors, but we know
that 'more' might be. Perhaps it is our task to relearn what was lost. "
"Very philosophical, little brother, Jaina joked. "And what do the rest of
us as you explore these gems of wisdom? "
He replied with a grin friendly. "Saving the galaxy. What else? "
"If that is our fate, we are behind in the beginning," Anakin said. "Mom was
elected by the Imperial Senate when he was the age of Jacen and Jaina. "
"Our parents would say that the challenges they face today are
lower than those of his youth, "said Tenel Ka, looking at three people
arose from the Temple, a tall man and two women covered in detailed gowns
Hapaniana royalty.
Jaina nodded. Princess Leia had been head of state and had remained a
experienced diplomat who joined the Republic in growing disputes. Han Solo - the
Jaina personal hero and his father - was a retired general who seemed
find their way through an adventure or another. She looked up with a completely
fond heart as her parents left the Great Temple to hurry to the young Jedi,
their faces lit up with pride.
They have both boys patted on the back and rocked on his feet Jaina
like a wokling he came to the knees.
"Have some consideration for the dignity of your daughter," he warned Leia with a
smile.
"You value the dignity too," he said. "Trust me." However, he declined
Jaina and made him an apologetic smile. "So, what's the next adventure?"
Luke approached. Jaina noticed that Aunt Mara was not with him, and she sent a
disturbing look at his mother. Leia nodded, a slight, an almost
imperceptible. Jaina felt some concern of his mother, sad and subtle as the
scent of a flower crushed.
"Jacen and Anakin will be working with me," said Uncle Luke calmly. 'They
apprentices will be in the tradition Jedi. "
They nodded as if he had been waiting for this, but there was a certain sadness
in his eyes. He worked a smile and stroked her hair Jaina. "What about you,
girl? "
"I'm still thinking about that," Jaina said, looking at his mother and Uncle Luke.
"Well. You have time. " They looked over his shoulder at Chewbacca. "Did you get
download this Jaina graduation? "
The Great Wookiee glanced cautiously Leia and moaned quite a statement
sound.
"Present?" Jaina looked at his father and mother. A familiar expression - a mixture of
exasperation and affection - was born in the face of his mother.
Leia folded his arms and turned his head away. "Present?" She echoed
in a defiant tone.
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They gave his wife his best mischievous smile, then reached out
around the shoulders of Jaina. "Come on, girl. Let's look at it. "
Jaina's heart leaped with sudden hope. Tastes and abilities of your
reflected on her father, and his gifts were usually spare parts or
interesting artifacts he had collected in odd corners of the galaxy. In
the world of Han, the only thing worth living non-feminine pronoun was
ship. Jaina had not dared to expect once your own ship! She joined the
alongside his father, in his excitement easily matched his long strides.
Leia sighed and turned to Luke that he was hiding a small smile
behind his hand and looking over the boy hero who had been the Master
Jedi in which he had become. "Are you coming?"
His smile got bigger. "I would not miss."
Leia looked at the group of young Jedi. Younger students they had
joined. Forgetting all but them, engaged in a whirlwind of animated
talk, as if to return to live and define their time together.
"I think we can go without causing discomfort," she said quickly.
Luke chuckled, and they followed Jaina Han and the landing bay. To the
side of the venerable Falcon was a smaller vehicle, almost as old
as discredited.
"She has style," said Han tapping the damaged metal tenderly. "What
think? "
The "new" Jaina ship was an old model Z-95. The fixed position of the wings
made him look like a double of X-Wing models earliest. The cover
looked decidedly battered-and there were several panels had been replaced, not
always with the same color metal, and the canopy had been reinforced, even without
consider the aesthetic value. Although the patches, the ship deployed yet
impressive collection of dents, creases, marks and coal.
"It looks beautiful!" Jaina said, and was sincere.
"I made some changes," said his father proudly. "I reinforced the
deck, engine, I put a hyperdrive, updated maneuvering jets. She
has everything where it should. "
Leia stared at her husband. "I can not believe you to buy this ... this thing
without asking! "
A strange expression crossed the face of Han Leia's eyes narrowed in
suspicion. "No you bought, do not you do it?"
"Nobody is going to tell you something different," said Han quickly. His arrogant expression
suddenly hesitated, and his gaze drifted to Luke as if he had suddenly
recalled the skill of his old friend to read the truth of things.
Jedi Master raised both hands "Let me out of this."
Leia began to survey the damage. "Four laser cannons and a torpedo launcher
Proton? That is much firepower for a ship of this size is not it? "
"Hey, it's better to have it and not need it, than to need and not have it," said Han
As carrying a lightsaber on a date, "said Jaina with a steady gaze and
moving eyes.
His father's eyebrows were raised with approval and pointed a finger to Jaina
if you are granted points for his logic and wit.
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The cracked cockpit opening and a woman, red hair came out.
He landed lightly and walked with the grace of a cat to the group suddenly
silent.
"It may not be pretty, but will fly," she announced.
Jaina suddenly understood the concern of his mother. Mara Jade had always
been thin, but the belt of his flight suit was several notches to
adjusted. The sharp, elegant bones of his face threw shadows on his face,
patient had a gray tone in her pale skin and green eyes were feverishly
illuminated.
Jaina quickly hid printing and discouragement. He ran to her and extended his
arms - carefully - about the wife of his uncle. "Aunt Mara! I'm so glad
to come. "
"Where else would?"
At least the voice of Mara was the same: a gentle purr that always Jaina
gave impression of being torn velvet claws, as the handshake
Togoriano a warrior. Their presence in the Force, however, was still
drastically altered his appearance.
Perceived through the Force, Mara had always reminded Jaina a blaster
of-steel strength, stealth and speed. But now his life force was burned
as a thin, but definitely furious flame.
With a sigh, Jaina left his newly conceived plans for learning.
Mara felt her hard. The retired adult Jedi Jaina with her arms and looked at
her a firm look. "The answer to your question is yes."
"But -"
Mara objection Jaina cut with a small nod and stepped back.
Let your light saber. "
The girl unhooked his belt and handed it over. Mara watched
lit. A brilliant piece of blue - violet out of the polished handle. The beaten
metal from both spacecraft reflected light and color - an intense, restless color that seemed
balance on the edge of the visible spectrum. While most lightsabers
lit with a flash-lit hiss and a fast and elegant slip,
Jaina sheet seemed to burst with a large and instantaneous speed. Jacen sometimes
Jaina annoyed with his lightsaber was alone in the galaxy that even
buzzing when turned off.
Will you, "Mara said with a smile. "I heard you cultivated your own your
crystals. "
The approval in his voice surprised Jaina. All other students had
found crystals or gems used as approaches to their lightsabers, and none
of them understand why Jaina had been determined to create your own.
"I cultivated glasses for my first lightsaber," Mara continued. "We connected, you
gives a completely different perception. You are, quite literally, part of the gun. "
"A balance between the mechanical and the metaphysical?" Suggested Luke.
"Something like that. But point is related to perception. Sometimes you need
focus, and sometimes need to be the focus. Right? "
Mara directed this question to Jaina. She was not quite sure what
her aunt meant, but she nodded judiciously.
"Since you've already got one here, we can skip that part of your
training for now and we can go straight to flight. "" Flight? "They have made
echo incredulously, his eyes took turns between her sister and daughter. "I already
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I taught him to fly. "
Mara gave him a wink. "I can probably work on that."
The laughter of his family surrounded Jaina as she passed her hands lovingly
on his new ship. While her aunt explained their plans for learning to
other adults, Jaina made a mental list of repairs and improvements. His fingers
were itching for a perceived hidrollave nuts, but the momentum was
nothing compared to the momentum going into the cockpit.
"When can I fly it?" She interrupted.
Have been scratched his chin. "Well, we were planning to go directly to Mon
Calamari. Why you do not find us there? It will be an easy flight - the
and coordinates are programmed into the computer. And there's nothing easier than
comfortable landing in the landing bay of Crystal Reef.
Fixed Jaina Leia who in turn looked at the stricken ship with dubious expression.
"Mom? I know it's old, and has, uhm, style, but Aunt Mara says he'll be fine.
And Dad, too, "she added belatedly.
"Hey, thanks," Han muttered
Leia lowered her hands up surrendering. "I'm not exactly negotiating from a
strong position. How might object to my daughter sixteen years traveling through the
galaxy in a junk pile driving, when I'm on the Falcon? "
"Go on, said her husband, only half jokingly.
Jaina quietly left Yavin 4, his spirits rose when she went to
through the atmosphere. His new ship shook and shuddered a little when
quickly up through the heavy, humid air, but the sublight engine hummed
stable hue. This was a reassuring and pleasing sound.
"An easy trip," said Jaina, repeating the words of his father in a tone
nostalgic. She assumed that was a long way even say that. The first cruise in his
first ship was a great adventure in and of itself.
So she decided to enjoy the simple pleasures of space travel. The deep blue
of heavens jungle moon of rapidly intensified in sapphire. The stars
appeared blinking. The joy of launching through the air resistance gave
way to a feeling of floating when the Z-95 left behind the atmosphere of Yavin 4. Of
But for the information you saw in the ship's sensors and the system of Yavin
away quickly, Jaina might have thought that the Z-95 was still.
She made a quick turn, allowing the G-force will show that the ship
could do. The gas giant orange back quickly, his light went out with
distance.
Jaina looked back. Yavin was bright enough to study from the
surface of the moon, but this advantage she could get out of these dancing patterns
weather. The outlines of a tiny spacecraft crossed the slight orange light
when families and friends who attended the ceremony Jedi returned to their
far distant homes.
A weak smile crossed his lips. Leaving part of his past life was
hard, but it helped to have an address. After a few days of distraction and
Relaxation in Crystal Reef, she would begin his work with his new teacher
Jedi.
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In a way, Jacen and Anakin had already started. Recently appeared that
they had been practicing with his lightsaber whenever she was given the
back. In light of new learning, that made sense. Improved fencing
physical condition, but its main purpose was to help the Jedi to harmonize with the
Force. Uncle Luke would probably have devised exercises for kids
closer to the next level of strength and vision.
But Mara had decided to skip that part of the Jaina and focus training
to fly. That seemed unusual for an apprenticeship, but Jaina did not mind the
idea or a little.
When she looked out of hyperspace coordinates, noticed by moving several
points of light on a steady course toward the Yavin system.
"A little late, right?" Jaina murmured. Curious, she approached the ship but
next.
The ship was a modified X-Wing, older model, with a beautifully polished
brilliant design in bronze and black. He inspired admiration, but at all
envy.
Jaina stroked his battered console Z-95 satisfied. The X-Wing was stellar, not
was no doubt about it, but his ship became him very well. She was quite small,
smaller than the size and height of your mother, which made it considerably more
smaller than most human drivers. But the new seat that his father put
placed conveniently near the controls. They had replaced the pads
Pressure sensitive controlling the direction and degree of inclination with the
she preferred to handle outdated.
She blinked the lights in the cabin in a friendly greeting and then turned away from
nearby X-Wing. No hurry, she decided to enjoy the flight, spinning and flying
as gaily as a bird in the first spring day.
The first attack took her by surprise. Suddenly the sky blazed with light pink
pale. A narrow beam, like a sunset cloud of lethal, incandescent went to
it.
The coats of Z-95 were hit, but the ship came too of course.
Jaina struggled to return to the controls on compensating and immersing in
spiral dive.
Almost immediately - two more rays passed in quick succession, each for failing
meters.
"It's the only famous luck," she murmured, when the Z-95 took a turn. It
carefully regulated the handlebars to one side, and his ship went flying out of
angle of your attacker.
With his free hand, Jaina probed the communication system and switched to the
frequency of greeting.
"X-Wing, listens to me."
Your old system creaked. "This is the Bail Jumper, recognizing the wrestler
enemy. "
The voice was male, probably human, and quite melodic and resonant
for the opera of Coruscant. It was an improbable voice for a pilot whose ship had a
name as stingy.
"Bail Jumper, I am not your enemy," Jaina said as calmly as he could. It
looked sensors. The X-Wing was chasing, circling his ship easily
much older. "My name is Jaina Solo, and I am a student pilot way
a family vacation. You will not find something less threatening than that. "
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Negative. My scanners identify him as the Onyx Star, a ship stolen from my
standard tools for agents and boosters Icaris ".
Jaina fell backwards from his seat and groaned "Better start running, Dad.
Mom will kill you when you know it! "
"A pathetic bluff. My sensors indicate no other ship in the
frequency of greeting, much less within the range of lethal shot, "said the voice
imperceptible.
"That's not what I meant, but never mind," said Jain. "Listen, my only
Icaris connection is that I received parts of them. They went out of business
about three years ago.
Negative. Icaris Corporation provides parts and industrial intelligence to
Subprogramme Corporation thinks playing the Star Onyx in numbers. "
"Indeed, fifty years ago!" Exploded Jaina. "Subpro not build
Z-95 headhunters for years. There are many old Z-95 in the vicinity. I do not
I have a copy of the source of my ship now, but I can get it, you
the ship is wrong. "
"Negative. The Star Onyx is only a prototype developed by the shipyards
Bahalian ".
Two things occurred to him simultaneously to Jaina, beaten with a velocity
and strength that reminded him of the last meeting of fencing against Jacen and Tenel Ka.
First, the pilot was not misinformed, he was insane. He said the first ship
Z-95 had not been built yet. Second, she had heard his father mention
Bahalian - a small yard, well known by smugglers as a
front company for the Union of Tenloss.
"This is not Bajic sector," said Jaina, naming the basis for powerful
criminal organization. "You are away from home, Bail Jumper. Is it not possible that
is confused about other things, too? "
"There is no confusion. My mission is clear: destroy the prototype before
Subprogramme get it. Bail Jumper out. "
Silence replaced the static. The blue flame erupted in endless night.
Jain said that the sensors flickered and buzzed, confirming that the torpedo
Proton had a target.
Jaina instinctively reached out through the Force, sensing and measuring
the approach angle. She set both hands around the handle and pulled
back with difficulty.
When the Z-95 tracked a dense circle upward, the hum of the engine
sublight escalated into a cry of protest. Increasing the pressure of the accumulated G
in the cockpit until the stars began to dance and explode in the
periphery of the Jaina view. More lights began to flash on the console,
warning of possible system failure. The proton torpedo passed by, wandering
bit.
Jaina relaxed as much as he dared. The stars turned, and the gas giant
turned orange beyond. She turned around and turned sharply to one side.
He looked at the navigation computer. A dazzling display marked the
coordinates for the jump into hyperspace, and its current position. And directly
between the two points was a tiny glowing icon, approaching
firmly into position. The X-Wing was between her and the security of
hyperspace. She had to go around ... or pass through it.
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Jaina rebelled against that idea as his hand reached the firing device. The
X-Wing pilot was having hallucinations of a madman. He would not stop for a couple of
warning shots. If Jaina shot, she would have to aim to kill.
Reluctantly she walked around to face the X-Wing bomber. He let the screens
were closer to the target and activate its weapons systems. Flicker
red arrows appeared on the screen while sneaking around and approached to
image representing the X-Wing. These were illuminated triumphantly to
announce the goal in sight.
Jaina still doubted "Bail Jumper, we have to do this. Step aside and
let me pass. "
In response, a barrage ruby ​​exploded from behind the canopy
transparisteel, coming from a place where no weapon could have existed.
Jaina eluded him instinctively, moving away from the incoming projectiles. It
received a solid hit. The cabin lights flickered and oscillated uncertainly.
"No mechanical droid star," she murmured. For some reason, the pilot had
filling the compartment designed for a droid with another laser cannon.
But that should be impossible! The X-Wing was designed for a single pilot, but
their systems were too complicated for one person to the handle.
A R2 unit functions astrogation driving, jumping the route to
hyperspace, and systems reecaminamiento response to damage. Perhaps a pilot
droid could handle all that, but you would hardly.
Furthermore, this possibility decision made easier. Jaina had less
problems with the idea of ​​vaporizing a droid pilot reduced to a powder living
stellar.
Just to be sure, it was extended to the Force. There was a presence,
weak but definitely alive in the X-Wing. The truth suddenly came to her.
"A Cyborg," she murmured in a voice tinged with fear.
That would explain the lack of an R2 unit - a pilot would have cyborg implants
neural interface ports to be connected directly to computers
the ship.
This could also explain the confusion of the pilot. The cyber exceeded
immensely to the intelligence, but in turn, the human mind slipped under the
constant barrage of information. Some cyborgs have become little more than droids
meat-and-blood, but the minds of a few protesting the loss of
humanity with a vehemence that led to the robot to dementia. Once in
when psychosis appeared cybernetics and cyborg could no longer function as a
human or a computer peripheral.
This pilot was obviously suffering from glitches in its interface. I guess
is ruled out bargaining, "said Jain. Reluctantly she reached controls
shot.
She took a deep, soothing breath and opened to the Force.
Trusting his instincts, she fired.
His first attack was a simultaneous explosion of a pair of laser cannons that xwing
neatly sidestepped. Jaina held her breath in a mixture of admiration and
concern.
There was no way in which she could match that. She was a good
pilot, but the cyborg was literally an extension of your ship. Its database
could have confused, but judging by the way he was flying,
he still had perfect control over most functions. Even with
Force, she was definitely over.
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Jaina fired again, then forced him to move to evade counterattack.
The two ships entered in a deadly dance, diving and attacking as a pair of
vahitianos bats vying for territory. The fire of the laser stripes
illuminated the darkness of the void, while a network of weak lines was recorded in the
sky.
The Z-95 was hit on the port jet maneuvers. The sensors buzzed and
identified with warning lights when the system began to largar sparks.
Before Jaina could react, his ship was shaken again when another beam
beating their shields.
Understanding fit, a knowledge so bleak and cold as the same space: A
Sometimes, the Force was not enough.
Then an image filled the minds of Jaina, light enough to oppose
this darkness - the memory of Mara Jade admiring the blue-violet leaf saber
Jaina light, and the crystals inside.
"Sometimes," she said, "you have to find a focus, and sometimes
need to be the focus. "
Jaina suddenly understood what Mara had tried to tell him. She spread, not
in an effort to feel and focus more on the Force, but to every corner of your
Z-95 beaten.
A new family even know the full, as an awakening to find
after a dream remembered. She saw his way into a ship and was sure that,
with time and the parties, it could fix any damage to the Z-95. But now she
saw and felt the ship in a way she never thought possible.
Every bolt and rivet were so clear to her as the lights in your panel
control, as detailed as an extension of a report of holographic systems,
as a part of it, as well as the color of your eyes, or calluses on your hands
small. The hum of the engines, the forced disposal of weapons, the sound
port the death of maneuvering the jet talked to her in a
language of sounds and feelings I could understand.
And not only understand, but control them. What was for a glass saber
light, Jaina was for his Z-95.
A new attack cut this epiphany hit. Jaina realized torpedo
incoming protons a moment before warning systems will illuminate.
She did not need to look at the console to know that death had a purpose in your
port engine.
Jaina invested the power of its maneuvering jets to starboard. The
sudden, unbalanced wave led to the Z-95 in its horizontal axis as an empty bottle. The
torpedo missed its target and instead brushed the jet port.
The result was similar to that often could have given a blow to the various
non-cooperative systems in the Falcon. The jet began to point a light
as with sudden anger, then settled into a steady stream of available power.
Jaina made a slight adjustment to the ship pulled out of its orbit and sent it plunging
directly to the X-Wing. She fired two of its laser cannons. The two shots
hit the target, but the strong X-Wing just shook a little.
The cyborg pilot responded with a barrage of incoming fire. Jaina put her
ship in a complex dance evasive, as instinctively as if blink, and
a little conscious thought.
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When the lethal pyrotechnics stopped, she turned away, keeping enough distance
for taking the time to take account of the situation. His ship described a great arc,
beyond the practical range of the laser cannons of the X-Wing.
The cyborg still fired.
Jaina shot after shot went over his overwhelming way, like lightning
a wheel elliptical. At that distance, an evasion required nothing more than a subtle
ripple, like a small boat could go up and down on the gentle waves. Some
poured ray further, some dissipated within walking distance of their goal.
A new solution came to Jaina. She had four laser cannons and very little
remaining weapons power while the engine modified Z-95 trying to keep their
charging ratio. Probably the firepower of the X-Wing was
also empty.
She continued to move and surrounding it, mocking the pilot laser blasts
cyborg. Again and again, its sensors warned that the X-Wing was carrying his
weapons systems. Finally, the warning lights came on, but the
no laser cyborg. Jaina fell into a sigh of relief.
His ship was less optimistic.
The lights and warning signs were lit when the pilot fired cyborg
empty their weapons repeatedly.
"It's over," she said with exasperation. Get over it! "
But the pilot came on a straight course to its Z-95. After a time of
shock, Jaina realized his intent: He was going to stop the ship "prototype" even
if it meant using his own ship as a projectile.
Quick but reluctantly changed Jaina power to their shields front and
controls reached the gun. She spread her fingers and fell into a sharp and
Fast pattern on four of the triggers of laser cannon.
Ruby lights came on later, so fast it seemed to converge on a
single devastating explosion. Ably Jaina ship tilted to one side.
A brief and brilliant explosion illuminated the space. Jaina recoiled instinctively
when his ship was hit in ruins. She continued her bow away from the
potentially lethal weapon fragments remaining were the cyborg.
His heart made a deafening noise of drums as the Ewok Battle
when she turned around, carefully avoiding floating debris from the ship.
An entire wing formation, and a block of twisted metal that seemed to understand the
Most of the cockpit.
Jaina sighed with relief. She had pointed to the bottom of the ship, trying to
touch her and take the cargo. A gap of that magnitude would trigger the
immediate evacuation, and the pilot liked it or not. She had heard of the dangers
EV Extravehicular out but the way she saw it, was better than being
vaporized.
His eyes spotted a small black shape that cut the vacuum against the background of
stars. She slowed and floated closer. Slowly tumbling
through space, clearly visible through the translucent material of his suit and
sealed hull, was the pilot cyborg.
He had once been a human male exotic appearance and condition
impressive. A black flying suit in good condition the muscles emphasized in
great shape. His face was shaved defined large bones, and skin color was
copper - metallic in appearance as that for a moment Jaina did not notice the parties
cyber. They had put external ports on the same copper color
each ear, and a metal collar around his neck. His eyes were open and
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stared at, as black as space and cold. Any heat
moderate and emotion that could have ever known were forgotten by
photoreceptors rare solid black and replaced the original orbits. Little
remained of his humanity, but there was strong possibility that he was still
vivo.
But for how long?
The cyborg was thrown from his ship, and its central computer destroyed. There was
been nothing more than his body apparently was not considered
sufficient.
"Sometimes you need to focus, and others need to be the focus," Jaina murmured when
considered the other side of the lesson she had taken the glass of his lightsaber.
She was a part of this ship, the glass approached his power, but she was not the
ship. Once this day was over, she would leave the cockpit and
change their focus outside.
A Jedi had a different perspective than most people, but Jaina
suspected that they were more alike than different. All reality was made
by their perceptions. The cyborg had learned to be part of his great ship before
she had one, maybe with time and care, he could also remember a life
far.
Jaina turned to Yavin and opened his communicator system in the frequency of
greeting. Once you found someone who could pick up the pilot of the EV, it
continue its course.
The next day, and the future that had seemed illuminated
indeed.
Jaina landed his Z-95 at Crystal Bay Reef shipment and turned the
systems. The battered ship sighed - a strangely human sound produce a
smile of the young driver. She did not need his newfound connection with the
ship to recognize the relief when he heard it.
A new nicks in the cockpit made it harder to open than
Jaina waited. After some effort she leaned to one side and came up with
Seat effort.
The howl of an enraged Wookiee was heard in the air. Chewbacca advanced to
great strides and brought Jaina seat, holding it up and making a scolding
with an occasional movement of teeth.
"I'm sorry I worried, but I'm fine," Jaina said as she could
talk. "However, the ship received some blows."
As she had hoped, it attracted the attention of Chewbacca. The Wookiee put
down and began to take note of the damage. Jaina reached into the pocket of his suit
flight your favorite multi-tool and put it in the outstretched hand of Chewbacca.
"I will return to help when I can," she said, returning his gaze to the small
group of people was behind the mosquito Wookiee.
Chewie replied with a mumbled. Jaina managed to tap into their
shoulder, then went to meet his family.
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His father was the first to reach it. The relief and concern by fighting
supremacy in his face. "What happened? Problems with the hyperdrive? "
"He worked very well," she said with a smile. "But I thought it was illegal to
a Class Two hyperdrive in a ship of this size. "
They turned back to see if others had heard. "Nice try, girl, but
I'm not easily distracted. Tell me. "
She clasped her arms in it. "I had a small problem in the sublight, but nothing
your changes could not handle. But like you said, the rest of the flight was
easy. "
Jaina looked at his brothers who were marveling at the damage to his ship
had resisted. His mother and uncle went slowly, probably in deference to
atypical slow pace of Mara Jade.
The green and bright eyes of his aunt were in theirs. "I'm
surprised you arrive late, seeing that you left before giving a name to
your new ship. Did not anyone ever told you that it is bad luck? "
"You and you named," Jaina said.
Mara raised her eccentric front, but the expression on his face suggested that he had
a better idea than going through the mind of the girl.
"You told me once that most of the ships were christened in honor of
pilot, one way or another. "
"I thought I'd see it that way," said Mara. She reached into the pocket of
his flight suit looking for a small metal disc. "It will take time to achieve
external plates to ID, but I did this for you during the flight. "
Jaina took the hard and studied for a long time. A simple design was
engraved on the metal: a multifaceted gem and symbols for the word
defined how Jaina, a pilot, it would always think: Cristal.
She thanked Mara bowed, then retreated to his father.
"Dad, I know these very well aware, everything. I was wondering if you could know
something of a pilot. A big guy, bald, copper, and funny voice. He
probably more than once got in trouble - I also believe that he
avoided the fines once or twice. And ended up working for the Union of Tenloss.
Have you ever crossed him? "
Han Solo looked at cautiously. "Maybe. Why do you ask? "
Jaina joined her other arm with his mother, both for the comfort of the contact
and its desire to put a barrier between the two ... "Well, this happened ..."
Translation: Luis Diaz (JKZ)
Editing: KSK