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In this third and final volume of the Corellian trilogy, Han and Luke lead the Alliance in a mad scramble against the Selonian rebels for control of the planetary technology.
When a loyalist ship approaching Selonia is blasted out of space, Han Solo quickly realizes that rebel forces are turning planetary repulsors into weapons of immense destruction. Meanwhile, Luke Skywalker and Lando Calrissian manage to discover the terrifying secret of Centerpoint Station. It is the infamous Starbuster itself, and its next programmed nova, hard-wired in, is set to annihilate a chosen star, its inhabited worlds, and millions of innocent lives. There's only one way to stop it: blow up the station. But as a massive rebel fleet closes in on Centerpoint, Han, Luke, and their friends will discover time is running out. Then the true leaders of the rebellion reveal their identities and issue their final ultimatum: The New Republic must withdraw all claim to power over the entire Corellian sector. With the future of Corellian freedom at stake, Han and those loyal to the Republic must somehow resist. But how can they possibly stop the deadliest weapon the galaxy has ever known?"synopsis" may belong to another edition of this title.
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Roger MacBride Allen is the author of several SF novels, including a number in the Star Wars universe, as well as his own Chronicles of Solace space opera trilogy. He lives in Maryland.
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In this third and final volume of the Corellian trilogy, Han and Luke lead the Alliance in a mad scramble against the Selonian rebels for control of the planetary technology.
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Showdown at Centerpoint: Star Wars Legends (The Corellian Trilogy)
By Roger MacBride AllenRandom House Publishing Group
Copyright © 1995 Roger MacBride Allen
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CHAPTER ONE
Approach
Honored Solo, we are running out of time!” the voice squawked from the comm unit. “We will be entering atmosphere soonest if our approach is not controlled!” The intercom gave out a strangled squeal. Either the comm circuit up to the ship’s control cabin was on the verge of giving out again, or else Han had just gotten lucky, and Dracmus was about to lose her voice. That would be a blessing.
Han slapped the answer switch and tried to stay focused on his work. “Keep your shirt on, Dracmus,” he said, shouting just a bit. “The comm unit send-circuits needed work as well. Tell honored Pilot Salculd that I’m nearly done.” Why did the universe require all shipboard repairs to be on the rush? What I wouldn’t give to have Chewbacca here, Han thought.
“What shirt?” the voice asked worriedly. “Should shirts be worn? Is this for safety?”
Han sighed and pushed the answer button again. “It’s an expression. It means ‘be patient,’ ” he said, struggling to keep his own patience. Dracmus was a Selonian, and most Selonians did not like being in space. Understandable for a species that mostly lived underground, but having an agoraphobic being in command was enough to drive anyone crazy.
Han Solo made the last hookup, closed down the last of the inspection hatches, and crossed his fingers for luck. That ought to do the trick, he told himself. It had better. It was about time that something worked properly. If the coneship he was aboard was a fair example of the breed, Selonian spacecraft weren’t much for reliability. Han engaged the power switch and waited for the inverter system to energize.
Han was starting to question his own sanity in volunteering to help fly this particular coneship down out of free space to the surface of Selonia. He could have said so long and good luck and ridden down with Leia on the Jade’s Fire. But when a job needed doing, and no one else could do it, volunteering was not really all that voluntary. He hadn’t had much choice in the matter. He couldn’t have left Dracmus high and dry. He had obligations to her, and to her people.
And Dracmus had made it clear they had to get this ship down. Her people couldn’t afford to abandon any spacecraft, no matter what shape the craft was in. The nameless coneship might be a piece of space-going junk, but Dracmus had assured Han that it was better than anything else the Selonians had at the moment. Or, more accurately, it was better than anything that the Hunchuzuc Den and their Republicists had.
“Hurry, Honored Solo!” Dracmus called again.
Why couldn’t that intercom break down the way everything else did on this ship? Han hit the answer button again. “Stand by, Dracmus. Pilot Salculd—watch your power settings!”
Knowing he was with the Hunchuzuc would have been a bit more useful if Han had had some clear idea about who or what the Hunchuzuc Den was. All he knew for sure about them was that the Den was part of an amorphous faction of Selonians who lived on Corellia, and that, so far as Dracmus knew, they were still allied to a pro-New Republic alliance of Selonian Dens called the Republicists, and that he was mixed up with them.
Dracmus was a member of the Hunchuzuc, and she had either kidnapped Han or rescued him from Thrackan Sal-Solo—or both. Han was still not sure. The Hunchuzuc seemed to be having a fight with the Overden, the leadership on Selonia proper, a fight that was going on in parallel with the Republic’s battle against the rebellions in the Corellia system, though the two fights did not seem to be directly related to each other. The Overden was on the Absolutist side, which wanted absolute independence for Selonia. But even if the Hunchuzuc were Republicist and the Overden were Absolutist, Han was coming to the conclusion that neither side much cared about principles, either way. Each was primarily against the other.
But Han did know a few things for sure. He knew that Dracmus had saved his life, and that she had taken risks to treat him well. He knew that a member of his own family—Thrackan Sal-Solo—had treated Dracmus’s people with the utmost cruelty. By Selonian standards, that alone was enough to brand Han himself as a villain, a killer, a monster. Yet Dracmus had given Han every benefit of the doubt. She had treated him with decency and respect. If that was all Han knew, it was also all he had to know.
“When will it be working?” Dracmus called, her voice growing more strident. “The planet is getting closer!”
“That is the idea when you’re trying to reenter,” Han muttered to himself. Decency and respect to one side, there was no denying that Dracmus could be one major pain in the neck. Han pressed the answer stud again and spoke. “It’s working now. Tell Salculd the inverter is back on-line. Have her power up the control circuits and let’s see how it goes.”
“We shall do so, Honored Solo,” said the faint, worried-sounding voice from the comm unit. “Salculd says she is initiating control circuit power-up.”
Han was kneeling down in front of the inspection hatch, and a low-powered hum made him think he might be just a bit too close to the inverter array. He stood up and backed away. The hum faded out after a moment, and the array’s indicator lights came on, showing normal operation.
Han pressed down the answer button again. “Don’t hold me to this,” he shouted, “but I think it’s working. The spare parts off Mara’s ship did the trick. We ought to be able to get underway anytime you like.”
“Good to hear, most Honorable Solo,” Dracmus said, the relief in her voice almost painfully obvious. “Very good to hear indeed. We shall proceed at once.”
The indicators flickered a bit to show the inverters were drawing more power. “Take it easy up there,” Han said. “Throttle up nice and slow, all right?”
“We are doing so, Honored Solo. And we shall hold at one-third power. We have no desire to overload our systems again.”
“That’s very reassuring,” Han said. “But I think I’d better head up there and keep an eye on you just the same.”
Han crossed to the access ladder and climbed up to the nose cabin of the coneship.
The coneship was just that—a fat cone, with the engines at the base and the control cabin in the point. The nose itself was nearly all transparent transplex, affording a spectacular overhead view. The pilot, Salculd, lay flat on her back, looking up and out at the sky ahead. For a human pilot, it would not be the most comfortable way to work. Of course, Selonians were most decidedly not human.
Salculd looked over to the lower deck access hatch as Han climbed out of it. She gave him a toothy smile and then returned her attention to her work. She looked comfortable enough. Dracmus was pacing at the rear of the cabin, looking anything but calm or relaxed.
Though they were fairly standard bipeds, Selonians were taller but thinner than humans. Their arms and legs were shorter, and their bodies rather longer. They could manage equally well walking on two feet or four. Retractable claws in both their hand-paws and foot-paws made them impressive climbers and diggers. Their tails were only about half a meter long, but they packed a major wallop when used as a club—as Han had reason to know.
They had long, pointed faces, and their entire bodies were covered in sleek, short-haired fur. Dracmus was dark brown. Salculd was mostly black, but her belly fur was light brown. They both had bristly whiskers that were as expressive as human eyebrows, once you got a little practice in interpreting them. They also had mouths full of very sharp teeth. Han had been able to interpret the teeth with no practice at all. In short, they were elegant and impressive-looking creatures.
“How does all go?” Han asked Salculd the pilot, speaking in his rather labored Selonian. Salculd did not speak Basic.
“All is well, Honored Solo,” Salculd replied. “At least until the next subsystem flips out.”
“Wonderful,” Han said to himself. “Everything be well, Honored Dracmus?” he asked in Selonian.
“Fine, fine, all is fine, until we crash and die,” Dracmus replied.
“Glad we have a consensus,” Han muttered to himself.
“It is good to plan ahead like that,” Salculd said. “Here I was just going to land the ship the regular way. Now I am knowing that I will fail and we will crash. It is most comforting.”
“That is enough, Pilot Salculd,” Dracmus snapped. “Concentrate all attention on your duties.”
“Yes, Honored Dracmus,” Salculd said at once, her tone of voice most apologetic.
Approach
Honored Solo, we are running out of time!” the voice squawked from the comm unit. “We will be entering atmosphere soonest if our approach is not controlled!” The intercom gave out a strangled squeal. Either the comm circuit up to the ship’s control cabin was on the verge of giving out again, or else Han had just gotten lucky, and Dracmus was about to lose her voice. That would be a blessing.
Han slapped the answer switch and tried to stay focused on his work. “Keep your shirt on, Dracmus,” he said, shouting just a bit. “The comm unit send-circuits needed work as well. Tell honored Pilot Salculd that I’m nearly done.” Why did the universe require all shipboard repairs to be on the rush? What I wouldn’t give to have Chewbacca here, Han thought.
“What shirt?” the voice asked worriedly. “Should shirts be worn? Is this for safety?”
Han sighed and pushed the answer button again. “It’s an expression. It means ‘be patient,’ ” he said, struggling to keep his own patience. Dracmus was a Selonian, and most Selonians did not like being in space. Understandable for a species that mostly lived underground, but having an agoraphobic being in command was enough to drive anyone crazy.
Han Solo made the last hookup, closed down the last of the inspection hatches, and crossed his fingers for luck. That ought to do the trick, he told himself. It had better. It was about time that something worked properly. If the coneship he was aboard was a fair example of the breed, Selonian spacecraft weren’t much for reliability. Han engaged the power switch and waited for the inverter system to energize.
Han was starting to question his own sanity in volunteering to help fly this particular coneship down out of free space to the surface of Selonia. He could have said so long and good luck and ridden down with Leia on the Jade’s Fire. But when a job needed doing, and no one else could do it, volunteering was not really all that voluntary. He hadn’t had much choice in the matter. He couldn’t have left Dracmus high and dry. He had obligations to her, and to her people.
And Dracmus had made it clear they had to get this ship down. Her people couldn’t afford to abandon any spacecraft, no matter what shape the craft was in. The nameless coneship might be a piece of space-going junk, but Dracmus had assured Han that it was better than anything else the Selonians had at the moment. Or, more accurately, it was better than anything that the Hunchuzuc Den and their Republicists had.
“Hurry, Honored Solo!” Dracmus called again.
Why couldn’t that intercom break down the way everything else did on this ship? Han hit the answer button again. “Stand by, Dracmus. Pilot Salculd—watch your power settings!”
Knowing he was with the Hunchuzuc would have been a bit more useful if Han had had some clear idea about who or what the Hunchuzuc Den was. All he knew for sure about them was that the Den was part of an amorphous faction of Selonians who lived on Corellia, and that, so far as Dracmus knew, they were still allied to a pro-New Republic alliance of Selonian Dens called the Republicists, and that he was mixed up with them.
Dracmus was a member of the Hunchuzuc, and she had either kidnapped Han or rescued him from Thrackan Sal-Solo—or both. Han was still not sure. The Hunchuzuc seemed to be having a fight with the Overden, the leadership on Selonia proper, a fight that was going on in parallel with the Republic’s battle against the rebellions in the Corellia system, though the two fights did not seem to be directly related to each other. The Overden was on the Absolutist side, which wanted absolute independence for Selonia. But even if the Hunchuzuc were Republicist and the Overden were Absolutist, Han was coming to the conclusion that neither side much cared about principles, either way. Each was primarily against the other.
But Han did know a few things for sure. He knew that Dracmus had saved his life, and that she had taken risks to treat him well. He knew that a member of his own family—Thrackan Sal-Solo—had treated Dracmus’s people with the utmost cruelty. By Selonian standards, that alone was enough to brand Han himself as a villain, a killer, a monster. Yet Dracmus had given Han every benefit of the doubt. She had treated him with decency and respect. If that was all Han knew, it was also all he had to know.
“When will it be working?” Dracmus called, her voice growing more strident. “The planet is getting closer!”
“That is the idea when you’re trying to reenter,” Han muttered to himself. Decency and respect to one side, there was no denying that Dracmus could be one major pain in the neck. Han pressed the answer stud again and spoke. “It’s working now. Tell Salculd the inverter is back on-line. Have her power up the control circuits and let’s see how it goes.”
“We shall do so, Honored Solo,” said the faint, worried-sounding voice from the comm unit. “Salculd says she is initiating control circuit power-up.”
Han was kneeling down in front of the inspection hatch, and a low-powered hum made him think he might be just a bit too close to the inverter array. He stood up and backed away. The hum faded out after a moment, and the array’s indicator lights came on, showing normal operation.
Han pressed down the answer button again. “Don’t hold me to this,” he shouted, “but I think it’s working. The spare parts off Mara’s ship did the trick. We ought to be able to get underway anytime you like.”
“Good to hear, most Honorable Solo,” Dracmus said, the relief in her voice almost painfully obvious. “Very good to hear indeed. We shall proceed at once.”
The indicators flickered a bit to show the inverters were drawing more power. “Take it easy up there,” Han said. “Throttle up nice and slow, all right?”
“We are doing so, Honored Solo. And we shall hold at one-third power. We have no desire to overload our systems again.”
“That’s very reassuring,” Han said. “But I think I’d better head up there and keep an eye on you just the same.”
Han crossed to the access ladder and climbed up to the nose cabin of the coneship.
The coneship was just that—a fat cone, with the engines at the base and the control cabin in the point. The nose itself was nearly all transparent transplex, affording a spectacular overhead view. The pilot, Salculd, lay flat on her back, looking up and out at the sky ahead. For a human pilot, it would not be the most comfortable way to work. Of course, Selonians were most decidedly not human.
Salculd looked over to the lower deck access hatch as Han climbed out of it. She gave him a toothy smile and then returned her attention to her work. She looked comfortable enough. Dracmus was pacing at the rear of the cabin, looking anything but calm or relaxed.
Though they were fairly standard bipeds, Selonians were taller but thinner than humans. Their arms and legs were shorter, and their bodies rather longer. They could manage equally well walking on two feet or four. Retractable claws in both their hand-paws and foot-paws made them impressive climbers and diggers. Their tails were only about half a meter long, but they packed a major wallop when used as a club—as Han had reason to know.
They had long, pointed faces, and their entire bodies were covered in sleek, short-haired fur. Dracmus was dark brown. Salculd was mostly black, but her belly fur was light brown. They both had bristly whiskers that were as expressive as human eyebrows, once you got a little practice in interpreting them. They also had mouths full of very sharp teeth. Han had been able to interpret the teeth with no practice at all. In short, they were elegant and impressive-looking creatures.
“How does all go?” Han asked Salculd the pilot, speaking in his rather labored Selonian. Salculd did not speak Basic.
“All is well, Honored Solo,” Salculd replied. “At least until the next subsystem flips out.”
“Wonderful,” Han said to himself. “Everything be well, Honored Dracmus?” he asked in Selonian.
“Fine, fine, all is fine, until we crash and die,” Dracmus replied.
“Glad we have a consensus,” Han muttered to himself.
“It is good to plan ahead like that,” Salculd said. “Here I was just going to land the ship the regular way. Now I am knowing that I will fail and we will crash. It is most comforting.”
“That is enough, Pilot Salculd,” Dracmus snapped. “Concentrate all attention on your duties.”
“Yes, Honored Dracmus,” Salculd said at once, her tone of voice most apologetic.
(Continues...)
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