“…two, one,” Belial said, from his post at the monitoring station. “Thirty-ninth Emergence in five, four, three…” She was more than happy to leave combat to the highly trained space wizards. Privately, Pikka was planning to just let the Jedi handle it, if it came to that-she wasn’t afraid of a firefight, but she was basically a mechanic. If we get into a fight, we get into a fight.” We don’t know how they’re involved, but there’s at least some chance they might show up here, too. Admiral Kronara went over it at the mission briefing.
We’re looking for a ship called the New Elite, a modified corvette. Someone else out there predicted an Emergence, too. “I doubt it, but you know what happened at Eriadu. “You really think we might get in a fight?” she asked. We’ll barely have enough time to get there.”
PIKKA ADREN ZIP
“As soon as we’re done here, we’ll have to zip away to the next Emergence spot. “Everything else is good to go, too- magclamps, fuel looks good, the whole deal.” They were in an uninhabited region of space, far from anything to which a chunk of former starship might pose a threat. Pikka thought this Emergence would probably just be a piece of wreckage, nothing interesting about it. They’d refined those ideas, and now, whatever happened, they’d be ready for it. After all, the four of them had devised the techniques used back in Hetzal that had saved the Fruited Moon during the original disaster. The retrieval team included four Longbeams and two Jedi Vectors -it was her old friends Te’Ami and Mikkel Sutmani, which made sense.
She and Joss had worked hard on their little part of it, and she wanted to see it operational on time.
That place would be beautiful, and help so many people.
PIKKA ADREN PROFESSIONAL
As a matter of professional pride, that stung a bit. And of course, Starlightīeacon’s construction had finally been completed, but the dedication and official opening were on hold. She’d heard rumors of food riots in the sinkhole cities of Utapau, even though Chancellor Soh had authorized special aid shipments. The hyperspace blockade of the Outer Rim was still in effect, and Pikka knew that many worlds were hurting. Those missions were obviously hugely important, but the flight recorder was crucial-it would provide information about how the ship had been destroyed in the first place, and help prevent it from happening again. Other teams were working to recover potential survivors from other Emergence sites-it was possible some could still be alive in passenger modules despite the length of time since the original disaster, and all efforts were being made to bring them home. In any case, they had identified three spots as the most likely candidates for where the Legacy Run’s flight recorder would emerge, and had set up a team to intercept them, one after the other.
PIKKA ADREN HOW TO
Somehow the Republic had figured out how to predict where the Emergences were going to happen-she’d heard a story about some sort of mega-processor made out of tens of thousands of droids linked to the Force that could predict the future, but that surely had to be nonsense. Pikka murmured in agreement, pulling her mind away from Amfar and back to the task at hand. “I just checked with the rest of the team,” Joss said. “Ready, my darling,” she said, putting her hands back on her console. He lived for this stuff.Ĭouple of spanner-slinging contractors out saving the Outer Rim Territories, doing it together, doing it in style. Clearly he wasn’t thinking he’d rather be on a beach. She was supposed to be on a beach right now, wearing something tiny, sipping something delicious, lying next to her handsome husband who was also in something tiny, thinking about later, when they would both ditch even those tiny things and think of inventive ways to make each other feel good. Or at least a good chunk of it.īut still. She and Joss were literally saving the galaxy here. She was annoyed at herself for focusing on something so petty. She’d lost the deposit, and had no idea whether the Republic would let her expense it, and. She had booked them a trip to Amfar once their shift helping to build the Starlight Beacon was over, and those days had come and gone. But they were supposed to be on vacation. Somehow, they’d been swept up in the efforts to solve all the backscatter from the Legacy Run disaster, and that was all well and good-they were getting hazard pay and doing something noble besides. Her husband could give her a massage later. They still had a few minutes, but there was no reason to take a chance. She wanted to ask Joss to rub her shoulders, but the thirty-ninthĮmergence was set to happen soon enough that she didn’t want to risk him being out of the pilot’s seat when it happened. Pikka Adren stretched, feeling her muscles ease a little.
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