But in a way he hadn’t been so terrible…. Derricote had, after all, devised the means for bringing about the extinction of his own race.
“Spread out,” Nolaa said sharply. “This is a small asteroid. It shouldn’t take long to find what we need.”
Directing Rullak and Corrsk each to take a team of guards, she herself took charge of the third group.
“And remember, this was a munitions storehouse.” She turned back with a smile, flashing teeth that had been filed to delicate points. “Keep an eye out for anything else we might find useful to our cause.”
They split up, each choosing a different hallway. As Nolaa’s group passed through pressurized doors, she saw how foolish the Imperials had been for not installing better security or identification locks. It made her task almost too easy. She and her soldiers marched down the stone-floored corridors, casting a critical eye at the metal walls, the interlock doors, the decades-old technological enhancements. Someone with less finely attuned senses might have thought this place similar to the comfortable Twi’lek tunnels on Ryloth—but to Nolaa Tarkona it had an entirely different feel. This had been made by humans, dug out as a pit in which to store weapons, not a civilized place for a species to grow and expand.
The soldiers fell into step with her; the pounding of their hard boots echoed in the chill, sluggish air. They explored each alcove and side passage under the pressurized domes, searching for the place Fonterrat had described—the chamber that contained the plague. It held the future of the Diversity Alliance, and the death of the human race.
They came to a series of small cells. Each had been sealed and marked as contaminated and hazardous.
Curious, Nolaa peered through the thick transparisteel windows at what seemed to be secure pens, each with a cot and a refresher unit but few amenities. Inside lay the desiccated, plague-ridden corpses of various aliens. She saw the remains of a Quarren, a Wookiee, a Twi’lek, and many other species that were unidentifiable because of the advanced decomposition. Test specimens for other genetically engineered diseases, targeted at specific alien species. Here, before her eyes, was clear-cut evidence of the horror Evir Derricote had intended to inflict upon nonhuman species.
Any glimmer of pity that might have remained in her for all humans who were about to die faded in an instant. Nolaa Tarkona could not wait until the murderous species was eradicated entirely.
“Pick up the pace,” she said. “Let’s find that plague and get out of here. The Diversity Alliance has important work to do.”
On the flagship, Raaba growled orders, insuring that the other ships in the Diversity Alliance armada into line. The asteroid field was sparse but still held hazards for clumsy navigators or inexperienced pilots. Raaba wanted their cluster of ships to act like a military fleet, to Pull together like a well-trained force. Attitude was essential. They cruised above the weapons depot, and she growled for two outlying vessels to tighten up the formation. While Nolaa Tarkona was on the asteroid, Raaba intended to keep the armada alert. They had no reason to anticipate any resistance, of course—or that New Republic forces might come after them—but Raaba would not be taken by surprise.
Lowbacca and Sirra had already done that to her…. Leaning back in her command chair, Raaba scanned the asteroid below. She used the ship’s high-resolution sensors to study the pockmarked surface, analyzing the structural refinements Imperial engineers had added: the blister domes and bunker outcroppings, the fuel station, the numerous small docking ports. Then, as she focused in on what seemed to be an anomaly, she sat up with a growl and stared at the image before her eyes, unable to believe what she saw.
In an instant she recognized two small craft nearly hidden in the rocky shadows beside the domes: the Rock Dragon and Zekk’s ship, the Lightning Rod. She leaped up from her command chair with a startled roar.
The young Jedi Knights were already here! They had arrived at the weapons depot before the Diversity Alliance.
Raaba toggled the communications system, sending a tight-beam transmission directly to Nolaa Tarkona. She had to warn her leader that she might be walking into a trap.
12
The young Jedi Knights emerged from the munitions bunker, each carrying a pack that held enough explosives to blow up a substantial portion of the depot. As they’d realized what they were about to do, their lighthearted camaraderie had turned to grim determination. When Bornan Thul narrowed his eyes, inspecting the companions, Jacen was worried the man might dismiss them as a bunch of kids caught in a dangerous situation. But instead, Raynar’s father saw bravery there, and a dedication to purpose. He obviously considered them all, including his own son, to be real Jedi Knights. Jaina dug in her pack to take inventory of the explosives, the detonators, and the space mines she had stashed there.
“We’ll have to find strategically vulnerable areas on the asteroid. It’ll take plenty of explosives, carefully positioned at specific structural weak points, to bring this place down.”
“We will find the weaknesses,” Tenel Ka said.
“Let’s split up into teams,” Zekk suggested. “We can go off in different directions and plant more explosives in less time. I want to slag this depot and get out of here before anything goes wrong.”
“If anything does go wrong, though,” Jacen said, “we’d better agree to rendezvous in our ships out in space.”
“An excellent suggestion, Master Jacen,” Em Teedee said at Lowie’s side. “I, for one, will be glad to have this Diversity Alliance business over with so that we can get on with more pleasant pursuits.”
Lowie patted the little translating droid as if in commiseration. He barked and chuffed an alarming suggestion, which Em Teedee passed along.
“Master Lowbacca suggests that since he is the only nonhuman in this group, he should be the one to plant explosives inside the plague chamber.” Jaina exclaimed, “We can’t let you go in there by yourself, Lowie!”
“Lowbacca is correct,” Tenel Ka said. “If the rest of us are exposed, we are doomed. He may be immune because he is not human.”
“Hey, I think we’ll all encounter sufficient dangers in setting our own explosives,” Jacen said, understanding the grim truth behind Lowie’s realization. Somberly, they went in separate directions, carrying their explosives. Lowie trudged toward the central plague chamber, Em Teedee clipped to his belt. Zekk and Raynar stayed with Bornan Thul, who was still loading up at the munitions storage room, while Jacen, Jaina, and Tenel Ka went off to disperse their detonators at structural weak points in the domes and tunnel junctures.
As they hurried, Jaina scrutinized the tunnel walls, corridor intersections, and pressurized domes. She hesitated outside the doorway to one of the overhead domes, unslung her pack, and withdrew a heavy disk, a space limpet mine. Holding the mine against one of the metal walls, she pushed a button to activate its magnetic seal. With a clank, the mine attached itself to the wall. She looked over at her brother and Tenel Ka, raising an eyebrow.
“These limpet mines used to be sent out like a cloud into space. If one attached itself to the hull, it could blow up an entire Corellian corvette.”
Tenel Ka grunted in appreciation. “Devastating,” she said. “The only problem was, they clung to anything metal in the vicinity. They used no discrimination routines, and several Victory-class Star Destroyers ended up victims of their own space mines.”