Friend or Foe?
The X-wings
came around on a vector that brought them straight at him. Corran
cut his throttle back and dove at a slight angle so he would pass beneath
their incoming vector. One X-wing inverted and pulled up through
a loop to drop on Corran's tail while the other broke the other way.
Corran knew the second pilot had made a mistake, and instantly acted to
make the most of it. Cutting his throttle back, he turned hard to
starboard and then back again to port.
Corran
throttled up and closed with the X-wing. You're mine now.
He pushed the Interceptor into point blank range and started to fire, then
he saw a blue crest on the X-wing's S-foils. Though no words accompanied
the crest, Corran knew they should have.
Rogue
Squadron!
The second
he recognized the crest, his finger fell away from the trigger. He
didn't know why he didn't fire. Fear crystallized in his belly at
the sight of it, but he knew he wasn't afraid of the Rogues. It was
something else. Something was wrong, hideously wrong, but he could
not pierce the veil of mystery surrounding that sensation.
Suddenly
something exploded behind him, pitching him forward. . . .
A woman's
voice spoke to him. Her words came tinged with anger, bitten off
harshly and clearly meant to hurt him. "You have failed, Nemesis
One."