His cannons wouldn’t do any real damage to the freighter in the time he had left. The A-wing sang a high-pitched metallic melody. His gloved hand played across the console as he switched power from his shields to his thrusters. The asteroids were getting smaller - he was reaching the limit of the field - and he could see the freighter and its escorts in the distance, adjusting their course for a lightspeed jump. Wyl didn’t know where the U-wing was and didn’t dare check. “They’re not responding to demands for surrender. “They’re getting ready to jump.” It was Syndulla’s voice, almost growling from the comm. The TIE had a clear path back to its freighter now, but Wyl was closer and the Deliverance had accelerated to frightening speed, plowing through the asteroid field and ignoring the rocks that dashed against its deflectors. Wild Nine and Twelve had lost control evading the asteroids they both went spiraling through the squadron, forcing the other fighters to scatter. Had that been intentional? He couldn’t tell. He prepared to turn back but saw with alarm that he’d outdistanced his comrades - the A-wing had pulled away when the first cloud of shrapnel had separated him from the slower fighters. It flickered in and out of scanner visibility as it activated jammers, and Wyl listened to the alarmed cries of his pilots interspersed with static. “Keep on course for the freighter and don’t engage unless necessary!”īut the TIE never moved to engage. Wraive was still alive - still on the scanner, at least - but the TIE had moved on beneath and past him, slipping between rocks for cover as New Republic fighters returned fire. “Watch out!” he cried, leaning over the console as he gave his thrusters a burst, then pulled up to avoid smashing into another asteroid. Wyl could see fragments, shrapnel, exploding toward him, exploding toward Wraive. Instead the bolts impacted the closest asteroid and shattered it. Wyl called out a warning to Denish Wraive, but the TIE’s next cannon burst wasn’t aimed at the elderly man’s fighter. Wyl could see it ahead of him, its central eye occluded by a passing asteroid. Flare and Hail’s TIEs turned to retreat after firing, but the last TIE stayed on course. One TIE swept toward each of the New Republic squadrons, releasing a swift cannon volley that spattered against rocks or fizzled with distance. has just released an exclusive excerpt from the novel, which you can read here right now:įlare Squadron and Hail Squadron were in flight now, breaking to either side of Wyl and Wild Squadron. The third novel in the Alphabet Squadron trilogy from Alexander Freed, Star Wars: Victory’s Price, is being released in a month, on March 2.
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