By:  Aaron Allston Published by Bantam Books February 1999 Their covert mission has been a success.  The enemy has been vanquished.  Or so they thought.  The Super Star Destroyer Iron Fist somehow escaped destruction and with it the New Republic's greatest threat, the infamous Warlord Zsinj.  To defeat him, Wraith Squadron must join a combat task force led by the only man crafty enough to beat Zsinj at his own game:  Han Solo.  But Zsinj knows the X-wing fighters' indomitable courage is both their greatest strength--and their greatest weakness.  For even against the most overwhelming odds, the Rebels will fight to the death.  And that will leave Zsinj the galaxy's unchallenged master!

    Just as the air thinned to the point that the stars shone with brilliant, unblinking clarity, the first laser blast sizzled past the Corellian freighter's port side.  "A long-distance shot," Wedge said.
    Tycho's voice came back, "Easy to hit a flying bathtub like the one your driving even with a long-distance shot.  Permission to engage?"
    "Not yet.  Wait until it gets complicated."  Wedge spared a moment to look at his sensors.  The squadron of TIEs was only a kilometer back.  Kell's Drakes were only a half a click behind them and closing fast.  And a new signal was on the board--a second full squad of TIEs from the ground base.  It was going to get complicated soon.
    Moments later, a shot hit the rear shields.  On the sensors, Wedge saw two wingpairs of TIE fighters peel off and curve around toward Kell's group.  "That's it," Wedge said.  "Rogue Two, you are free to engage.  Chewie, you have the controls."  He unbelted and moved aft.
    Wedge clambored into the upper gunport turret and  powered up.  His targeting grid immediately lit up with glows, most of them red--enemies.