Star Wars_ Darth Bane 01_ Path of Destruction - Drew Karpyshyn [24]
The high-pitched whine of the engines powering up caused Des to brace himself against the walls of his close quarters. A few seconds later the whine became a deafening roar, and the ship lurched beneath him. The repulsors fired, counterbalancing the vessel, and Des felt the press of the g’s as the ship took to the sky.
He kicked at the panel once, knocking it free, and untangled himself from the hidey-hole. The captain and crew weren’t around; they would all be at their stations for liftoff.
Des didn’t know their destination. All he knew was that at the end of the trip a human woman was waiting to sign him up for the Sith army. As before, the thought filled him with a mix of emotions. Fear and excitement dominated all the others.
There was a slight jostling of the ship as it broke atmosphere and began to speed away from the tiny mining world. A few seconds later Des felt an unfamiliar but unmistakable surge as they jumped to hyperspace.
A sudden sense of liberation filled his spirit. He was free. For the first time in his life, he was beyond the grasping reach of ORO and its cortosis mines. Groshik had said that grim fate and ill fortune were conspiring against him, but Des wasn’t so sure now. Things hadn’t worked out quite the way he’d planned—he was a fugitive with the blood of a Republic soldier on his hands—but he had finally escaped Apatros.
Maybe the cards he’d been dealt weren’t so bad, after all. In the end he’d gotten the one thing he wanted most. And when you came right down to it, wasn’t that the only thing that really mattered?
6
Phaseera’s yellow sun was directly overhead, beaming down across the lush valley and over the jungle camp where Des and his fellow Sith troopers waited. Beneath the shelter of a cydera tree, Des ran a quick system check on his TC-22 blaster rifle to pass the time. The power pack was fully charged, good for fifty shots. His backup power pack checked out, too. The aim was off just slightly, a common problem with all TC models. They had good range and power, but over time their scopes could lose precise calibration. A quick adjustment brought it back into line.
His hands moved with a quick confidence born of a thousand repetitions. Over the past twelve months he’d gone through the routine so many times he barely even had to think about it anymore. A pre-battle weapons check wasn’t standard practice in the Sith militia, but it was a habit he’d gotten into—one that had saved his life on several occasions. The Sith army was growing so fast that supply couldn’t keep up with demand. The best equipment was reserved for veterans and officers, while new recruits were forced to make do with whatever was available.
Now that he was a sergeant he could have requested a better model, but the TC-22 was the first weapon he’d learned to fire and he’d become pretty good with it. Des figured a little routine maintenance was a better option than learning to master the subtle nuances of another weapon.
His blaster pistol, however, was top of the line. Not all Sith troopers were given pistols: for most soldiers a medium-range, semi-repeating rifle was weapon enough. They’d probably be dead long before they ever got close enough to their enemy to use a pistol. But in the past year Des had proven a dozen times over that he was more than just turret fodder. Soldiers good enough to survive the initial rush and get in tight to the enemy ranks needed a weapon more suited to close-quarters fighting.
For Des that weapon was the GSI-21D: the finest disruptor pistol manufactured by Galactic Solutions Industries. Optimum range was only twenty meters, but within that distance it was capable of disintegrating armor, flesh, and droid plating with equal efficiency.