Part 8 (1/2)

To keep Thyferra happy, the Alliance had even inducted two of its human residents--one from a Zaltin family and the other from a Xucphra family--into Rogue Squadron. Bror Jace, the pilot representing the Zaltin corporation, had been killed fighting against the Empire. Erisi Dlarit, the other Thyferran, still flew with the squadron, and viewed the Ashern as murdering terrorist monsters.

And there's the problem. If the New Republic granted the Ashern any sort of status, the Thyferran government would react harshly and swiftly. Any hope of getting bacta from the cartel--no matter how successful Erisi's backdoor efforts in that regard might be--would die quickly and horribly. If the bacta supply dried up, the Krytos virus would ravage Coruscant and, quite likely, spread to other worlds and kill billions of individuals.

If I refuse the request . . . then what? Wedge looked up at Qlaern. ”The bacta you made available to us, there's nothing wrong with it, is there?

We're not in a situation where you have to mix something else in for it to be effective, such that if I refuse your request, the bacta will be useless or harmful, are we?”

Qlaern's mandibles clicked open and shut again. ”There was once a case where verachen fouled a batch of bacta. Tile reasons for that action were sound. The results of that action were unacceptable. The Vratix ask for your help, but cannot do so at the expense of your people. The bacta, it is a gift to you. So is this verachen.”

”What?”

”We have come here to Coruscant because we know you cannot jeopardize your people by taking up our cause. As verachen we have ways and means to mix up more than just bacta, or to make bacta more effective. We are here to learn of this Krytos virus and to stop it.”

”But this virus could kill you.”

Qlaern shrugged. ”Great risk is necessary to defeat great evil. You know this.”

Wedge slowly smiled. ”That I do. Your offer impresses me, but I cannot act alone in this. I have people to whom I must speak.” Mirax raised an eyebrow. ”Not the Council, right?”

”No, not the Council, not right off. I only really have one choice: General Cracken. If word of Qlaern's presence gets out, or Erisi catches wind of the Vratix working with us, Thyferra will hear about it quickly and we'll be stuck. Cracken can provide security and whatever resources Qlaern will need to do the job.”

Mirax smiled. ”And it might distract him from perse-cuting Tycho.”

”It might do that, indeed.”

The Vratix hissed sharply. ”It is a beneficent balm that soothes more than one wound.”

”Agreed.” Wedge stood and clapped the Vratix on both shoulders. 'Tm glad you're here, Qlaern Hirf, because there're plenty of wounds to be found, and decidedly little soothing going on. If you can do anything--anything more than you've already done--to stop the Krytos virus, HI gladly represent you before the Council and, if need be, even take your case to Thyferra itself.”

Nawara hit a couple of keys on his datapad, calling up the deposition Pash had given him earlier. He let his eyes track over the Rylothean script, but did so only to cover his surprise at Ettyk's choice of lead witness. He had fully ex-pected her to start with Iella Wessiri or General Cracken to establish a connection between Tycho and Imperial Intelli-gence. Instead, by calling Pash first, she appeared to want to firmly set up Tycho's having the motive, means, and oppor-tunity for killing Corran, then work backward into the larger treason picture.

I should have seen that coming. Since the great public hue and cry about the case had pushed the treason angle, that was the vector he'd expected Ettyk to take in presenting her case. He'd thought she'd establish the treason, then show that Corran's murder was necessitated to cover the treason. By coming at it the other way around and establis.h.i.+ng the murder, she got treason by implication, and all the evidence she presented after that just went to bolster a fact she had previously proved.

”This pitches our defense into the Bright Lands,” mut-tered Nawara.

Tycho leaned over toward him as Pash stepped into the witness box and was sworn in. ”What do you mean?”

”There is ample circ.u.mstantial evidence to show you killed Corran. Emtrey could convince a jury of droid-haters that you certainly could have killed Corran. I could baffle a jury by pointing out how many others could have done the job, but the Tribunal is going to be tough.” Nawara nar-rowed his pink eyes. ”I had hoped we'd have to fight over treason first, since it's a weaker charge, but we'll have to deal with this first.”

Tycho gave Nawara a confident smile. ”You'll get me out of this.”

”I will.”

Ettyk moved out from behind the prosecution table with the supple ease of a taopari stalking prey. ”Lieutenant Cracken, your service record has already been appended to the transcripts of this trial, so I will not ask for a recitation of your numerous citations and awards won in service to the Alliance. I would, however, like you to think back to the events that led up to the night when Coruscant fell to our forces. Can you do that?”

”Yes.” Pash nodded and a lock of red hair curled down over his forehead.

”Good.” Ettyk gave him a polite smile. ”Where were you at that time?”

”Here, on Coruscant.”

”And you were present on Coruscant as part of an as-signment given to Rogue Squadron?”

”'Yes.'”

”Did that a.s.signment include orders that posted Captain Celchu to Coruscant?”

Pash shook his head. ”I only know my orders for the a.s.signment, Commander. My orders contained nothing that referred to Captain Celchu.”

”So, at the time you left your base to travel to Corus-cant, you expected Captain Celchu to be where?”

”Objection!” Nawara stood. ”The question is irrelevant and the prosecution has provided no foundation to show the witness could answer it.”

Admiral Ackbar nodded slowly. ”Sustained on the rele-vance grounds.

Lieutenant Cracken's expectations are imma-terial, Commander Ettyk.”

”Yes, Admiral.”

”And you, Counselor Ven, need not stack objections. We'll take them as they come in, shall we?”

Nawara nodded. ”1 appreciate the court's admonition and I shall remember it.” He returned to his seat and forced himself to breathe slowly. You aren't going to win this case with the first witness. Be careful but not so eager.

”Lieutenant Cracken, there came a point during the op-eration here on Coruscant in which the squadron's personnel were drawn together, correct?”

~'Yes.”

”And Captain Celchu was not among those people, cor-rect?”

”He was not there, no.”

”But there was news of him, was there not?”

Pash leaned back in the witness chair. ”Yes.”

”One report was that an attack by Warlord Zsinj on the base at Noquivzor had hit Rogue Squadron's staff hard and that Tycho Celchu was among the missing.”

”Yes.”

”Who delivered that report?”

”Commander Antilles.”

”After hearing that report, you believed what about Captain Celchu?”

Pash glanced down at his hands. ”I thought he was dead. He was listed as 'missing in action,' but you learn that really means 'dead, and we don't have enough pieces left to fill a thimble, so we can't prove it.' I expected we'd get con-firmation of his death fairly quickly.”

Ettyk gathered her hands at the small of her back. ”There was another story told about Captain Celchu, yes?”

”Yes.”