Part 4 (2/2)

He had the uneasy feeling that the Force was at play here-or, to be more precise, that the Force was putting him him in play. in play.

Now that they were actually in visual range of their target, Ben brought the full suite of sensors back online and began to investigate. To both his relief and puzzlement, all of the contacts appeared to be derelict vessels.

They ranged widely in size, from small s.p.a.ce yachts like the Shadow Shadow to an antiquated Tibanna tanker with a capacity in excess of a hundred million liters. Ben did a quick mental calculation of the total tonnage of the abandoned s.h.i.+ps and shuddered. If these were captured spoils, there were some very impressive pirates hiding around here somewhere. to an antiquated Tibanna tanker with a capacity in excess of a hundred million liters. Ben did a quick mental calculation of the total tonnage of the abandoned s.h.i.+ps and shuddered. If these were captured spoils, there were some very impressive pirates hiding around here somewhere.

Starting to envision sensor masks and ambushes, Ben slid the Shadow Shadow into the cover of an old TGM into the cover of an old TGM Marauder. The s.h.i.+p looked as deserted as its sensor profile suggested, tumbling slowly with cold engines, open air locks, and no energy emanations whatsoever.

But there was no apparent combat damage, or anything else, to suggest it had been taken by pirates.

Ben turned the sensors on the station itself and found it marginally less derelict. Its power core was active, but barely. A few warm areas suggested that at least some of its atmospheric seals remained intact.

Approaching closer, he could see that three of the dark tubes attached to the upper cylinder had come loose at one end and were in danger of being launched away by centrifugal force. Whoever lived here-if anyone did-they were not much on maintenance.

The clack- clack clack- clack of boots- in- a- hurry echoed through the open hatchway at the rear of the flight deck, then suddenly stopped. Ben activated the canopy's mirror panel and found his father standing behind the copilot's chair, jaw hanging slack as he stared at the slowly spinning station ahead. of boots- in- a- hurry echoed through the open hatchway at the rear of the flight deck, then suddenly stopped. Ben activated the canopy's mirror panel and found his father standing behind the copilot's chair, jaw hanging slack as he stared at the slowly spinning station ahead.

”Remind you of anything?” Ben asked.

Luke's gaze remained fixed on the s.p.a.ce station.

”What do you think?” he asked. ”It could be a minia-ture Centerpoint Station.”

Centerpoint had been an ancient s.p.a.ce station located in the stable zone between the Corellian worlds of Talus and Tralus. Its origins remained cloaked in mys-tery, but the station had once been the most powerful weapon in the galaxy, capable of destroying entire star systems from hundreds of light- years away. One of the few positive things to come of the recent civil war, in Ben's opinion, had been the facility's destruction. He was far from happy to discover another version hidden here, deep inside the Maw.

”I was afraid you'd say that,” Ben said with a sigh.

”What do we do now? Lob a baradium missile at it?”

Luke's voice grew disapproving. ”Do we have have a baradium missile?” a baradium missile?”

Ben dropped his gaze. ”Sorry. Uncle Han said it was always smart to keep one-”

”Your uncle isn't a Jedi,” Luke interrupted. ”I wish you'd remember that.”

”Sure,” Ben said. ”But maybe this one time we should think about the way he would handle this. If this place was built by the same beings that designed Centerpoint Station, the smartest thing we can do is get rid of it.”

”And maybe we will- after after we unjam our vector plates and replenish our hydraulics.” Luke slipped into the copilot's seat behind Ben. ”In the meantime, try to avoid hitting anything. I'll see if I can find a safe place to dock this bird.” we unjam our vector plates and replenish our hydraulics.” Luke slipped into the copilot's seat behind Ben. ”In the meantime, try to avoid hitting anything. I'll see if I can find a safe place to dock this bird.”

STAR WARS:.

FATE OF THE JEDI: ABYSS.

by Troy Denning On sale August 18, 2009 Amazon.com Barnes&n.o.ble.com IndieBound Borders Books-a-Million Powell's RandomHouse.com

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