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TIE FIGHTER: PREDATOR #14   @END_FILE_ID.DIZ


   The engines were already whining as I clambered up the ramp of
the shuttle and forward into the cockpit.  I heard the hydraulic
pistons hiss and the ramp clunk shut as the shuttle rose into the
air.  I sat in the co-pilots chair and fumbled with the seat-harness
as the shuttle moved past several vehicles in differing stages of
repair.  We were in a huge hangar above the main bay of the Star
Destroyer.  Of course, there were other hangars (like one
exclusively for TIEs), but this was by far the largest.  Below us,
a large door opened, and the shuttle proceeded above it, then
down through it.
   The shuttle descended into the huge bay in the belly of the
Star Destroyer, then down further.  Once, long ago, when it was
my first time dropping out of a Star Destroyer, I felt a rush of
panic as it seemed like we were actually "falling" out of the
Star Destroyer.  Now there was only a sense of wonderment and
awe at the empty expanse of nothingness dotted by specks of light.
Of course, in this case, Slokkar and several bulk freighters were
in view on starboard side.
   "So what's our mission ?" I said innocently to the pilot, then
turned and froze in apprehension.
   It was 66's superior -- the 6'4", 300 pound human AT-AT.  By
the surface-light of Slokkar, I saw his brown-blonde hair and
piercing grey eyes as he looked at me intensely then back to
the instruments, flipping this one and that.
   "Just a short hop the Lahara system -- We're to rendesvouz with
the FRG ANVIL and pick up a high ranking officer, then return here."
   "Why doesn't the ANVIL just drop him off ?" I asked.  On second,
thought, maybe I shouldn't have -- I looked at his rank insignia:
Commander!  I felt like dying.
   "It's enroute to the Kashyyyk system and it doesn't have fuel to
come here."
   I nodded and shut up.
   He flipped a few more switches and clicked on the com.
   "Lambda 9 to Lambda 11.  Now entering hyperspace," he said.
   "Roger, Lambda 9.  We're with you," came the reply.
   The commander pulled the lever and the starfield streaked into
white light.
   I eyed him again, curious.  He was huge -- muscular arms, pecs,
legs.  Not an ounce of fat that I could see.  This was all, of
course, just looking at his uniform.  His face was a piece of
work too.  Well defined bones, delicate yet sharp like a hawk's.
He had a long scar on his right cheek and a powerful, regal
gaze that I was sure could destroy anything he looked at.
Done, I turned my attention back to the viewport and gazed
silently into hyperspace.
   "Dekker," he said, "Fox Dekker.  Lieutenant."
   "Yes, sir," I said nervously.
   "Call me Brood, Lieutenant.  Commander Brood."
   "Yes sir, Commander," I snapped.
   Silence again.  I became aware of the ship humming beneath me --
around me.
   "Lieutenant, you want to ask me something," he said.
   Although it was a statement, just the way he said it made him
seem like he ordered it.
   "Why did 66 try to kill me ?" I ventured boldly.
   One of his mouth muscles contracted, making him both appear
to smile and leer at the same time.
   "Lieutenant," he said turning to me -- turning that deep, piercing
gaze at me -- "The truth is rather--complex.  I don't know if you are
ready for it."
   I breathed as he turned back to the controls.  I really wanted to
know, but he was a higher officer and I was in no position to force
perhaps sensitive information from him.
   "Alright," I said firmly.
   He looked at me again, this god among men and squinted his eyes,
as if pondering some secret motive.
   "The truth," he said turning back to the controls, "She fears you."
   "She fears me, sir ?"
   He nodded.
   "She fears you," he said emphatically.
   Now I was confused.
   "You are different from the others, Dekker.  Very different."
   "How so, sir ?" I asked intrigued.
   He turned to me with those piercing eyes, and inwardly, in
the depths of my being, I cringed.
   "The Emperor has given you a gift, Dekker.  He has given you
power.  Power to defend the Empire !"
   I didn't know what to say.  So I just sat there and gulped.
   He turned back to the controls and seemed to calm down.  For
a moment he was raving, but now he sank back in his chair -- not
passive.  Still, silent, waiting.
   "I know what you're thinking," he said slowly, "What the hell
is he talking about?  He must be crazy.  Is that what you think ?"
   "No, sir," I lied.
   He laughed.
   "Dekker, Dekker," he said shaking his head, "You're like a rabbit.
I'm a tiger.  You can't lie to me."
   He paused momentarily, then turned toward me, leaning out of his
seat.
   "The Emperor has put this...this...force in you, Dekker.  And
this force, Dekker, gives you so much potential.  You could
rule worlds, Fox!  You can conquer armies!  You can have all the
women you desire!  But you must learn how to use it, Fox."
   "Let me guess," I said, "You're going to teach me how to use it."
   He looked at me with a dark scowl -- his sign of acknowledgement.
   "Yes," he hissed, "And your brothers in the Secret Order will
help also."
   What the hell was he talking about?
   "Secret Order ?" I stammered.
   "Yes.  The 'acolytes' as you pilots call us," he replied.
   "You're in the 'Secret Order' ?" I asked.
   He smirked.
   I looked out the viewport again, trying to take all this in.
   "What.... What if I refuse ?" I asked.
   He laughed -- really laughed, even though it was laced with razor'd
barbs and venom.
   "You don't want to know," he said.
   "Humor me," I said after a moment's hesitation.
   He looked at me annoyed.
   "For starters, Dekker," he said icily, "your family, your relatives
and all your friends will be sent to a maximum security concentration
camp."
   I thought he would continue, but he stopped there.  He was holding
out though.  I breathed before going on.
   "What about me ?"
   He looked at me, fathoming whether I was a fool or not.
   "You," he said slowly, "will be sent to Star's End.  There, in a
special facility, you'll be tortured and worse until you die."
   The entire situation was pretty bleak so I shut up and looked out
the viewport again.
   A couple minutes passed and he spoke again.  I thought he was
going to say something encouraging but I was wrong.
   "We're here."
   The bright light of hyperspace receded into the distance and we
were in real space again.
   "I've located the FRG ANVIL at 10 kilometers," I said into the com.
   "Roger, Lambda 9.  We're right with you," came the other Lambda.
   We continued cruising steadily towards the ANVIL. Then, Brood broke the
silence.
   "Fox," he said coldly, "You'll need this."
   He held out a 10 inch long cylindrical device.  I'd never seen the
likes of it before, so I hesitated to touch it.
   He smirked at me again.
   "It won't bite you, Dekker. Take it."
   I reached out and touched it.  As I did, it seemed that something
passed through us.  It was a wierd, fleeting feeling that lasted the
barest of a moment.
   I hefted the device in my hand.  There was a switch on it -- I
slid it to its on position.  A long sliver of light hissed out of
the cylinder and quickly grew to a meter.  The weapon hummed in
my hand.
   "It's a light saber, Dekker," scowled Brood, "You'll learn how
to use it later."
   I nodded as the ANVIL approached at 1.0 km.  We had made good
speed.  I deactivated the light saber and contacted the ANVIL
for landing instructions.
   As soon as we had landing clearance, Brood made a very
good manual landing on board.  The other Lambda remained alongside
the ANVIL.  As soon the ramp was down, three officers clambered
aboard.
   "Take the controls, Dekker," hissed Brood.
   We switched seats.  The hangar boss gave me the thumbs up
sign, so I raised the ramp then applied force to the main
underside thrusters.  As we rose into the air, I raised the
landing gear then maneuvered the shuttle forward out of the
hangar and into space.
   Meanwhile, Brood had taken out some clothes from a travel
bag he had behind the pilot's chair.  He removed a black mask
and donned it expertly.  I didn't get a good look but it was
some made of some multipolymer cloth with tinted lenses and
some sort of filter over the mouth.  The entire thing completely
hid his face, hair and neck.  Then, he threw a large black
robe over his uniform, and pulled the cowl over his head.
   "Lambda 11, this is Lambda 9. Proceed to hyperspace exit point,
over," I comm'd.
   "Roger, Lambda 9," crackled the comm.
   Brood went back, to talk to the generals, I guess.  In a couple
minutes, we had reached the hyperspace exit zone and entered
hyperspace.
   Well, beside my "induction" into the Secret Order, the mission was
going fairly well.  I looked over the instrument panel, but saw
something that immediately caught my attention.
   INTERCOM
   At first, I dismissed the thought of even using it, but as the
minutes wore on, it screamed at me to touch it -- to find out what
the officers were talking about.  Eventually, I gave in.  I pushed it.
   "... this is madness!" said Voice-1, "The entire group isn't
assembled yet !"
   "Nonsense, Jos.  We have over a hundred ships at Slokkar already,"
said Voice-2.
   "You leave out the fact that half those ships are freighters and
tankers, Patho.  That leaves us with 2 Star Destroyers, 10 frigates
and 35 corvettes -- AND most of those escort ships have been
heavily damaged from rebel attacks," said Jos.
   "Bah!" said Patho, "What do you think, Dallex ?"
   There was a slow pause as another officer sniffed.
   "I agree with the Emissary," he said slowly, "Mon Mothma and the
command staff at Calamari! Now ?!  We must strike, gentlemen.
We'll have 4 more Star Destroyers in less than a day, and we
can get 4 more to rendesvous with us at Calamari -- but we'll have
to make do with what we have."
   "I still think we should wait for a full complement of 20 Star
Destroyers!  Those Mon Calamari cruisers are better than you
think -- "
   "ENOUGH, Jos !  The Emperor has spoken," yelled Patho.
   "This will be the end of all of us !" spat Jos.
   "Gentlemen! Gentlemen!" said Dallex in his arrogant, decadent
accent, "Let's discuss plans, shall we ?"
   "Of course," said Patho, "I'll take four Star Destroyers--"
   "Three," cut in Jos.
   "Ach!" sniffed Patho, "THREE Star Destroyers and some escort
ships to cover Sector 19-25.  We'll drive them toward Lord Ravrax
and the Apocalypse in Sector 37.
   "Which ships do you want Patho ?" asked Dallex.
   "Hmmm. I'll take the PREDATOR, the HYDRA, and for my own command ship
the WARLOCK."
   "We're low on escort ships, too.  We can only hand you four
frigates and a triplet of corvettes," said Jos.
   "Alright!" spat Patho, "Which ones ?"
   "Hmmm," said Dallex, "Take the FRG IMPERIAL CITY, the MOFF TARKIN,
the MOS KINNLEY and the MOS NEISLY.  And for corvettes take the CRV
DAGGER, the WOLF and the WIDOW."
   Then, unexpectedly, a sharp hissing voice said "Excuse me,
gentlemen,"
   I shut off the intercom as the door hissed open and Brood entered.
   "Things go well ?" I gulped, trying to play down my deceit.
   "The only thing the Admirals are capable of is bickering," hissed Brood's
mechanically altered voice, "And if you ever spy over the intercom again,
I'll rip your fingers off one by one."
   And that was the flight back...

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