Star Wars_ X-Wing 08_ Isard's Revenge - Michael A. Stackpole [34]
Salm brushed a hand over his mustache. “And while Wedge is a bit disdainful of Corvis Minor and Vrosynri Eight, those two worlds have tight trading ties to Liinade Three. By taking it, we make the two of them more likely to fall.”
The Duros Admiral nodded slowly. “Neither of those worlds is very stable and could be taken with a small force, if Krennel decides not to defend them.”
Wedge sat back in his chair. “How much do we know about Krennel’s intelligence operations in the New Republic? I may be overly concerned because of breaches concerning Rogue Squadron …”
Salm nodded. “If it is true that Ysanne Isard still lives, she could be activating hidden intelligence agents. Nothing we do is safe.”
Ackbar pressed his hands to the tabletop and leaned forward. “Concern for security is important. As of yet, we have no evidence linking this supposed sighting of Isard with Krennel, but we do know they had a limited history together concerning Sate Pestage’s murder. We would be foolish to suppose they have no way of communicating with each other, or that they would not be willing to work together for their mutual benefit. Our operation will be planned with the tightest security we can manage, of course, but we have to accept that it might be compromised. We will hit hard and establish acceptable loss parameters to judge our success or lack thereof.”
Ackbar’s words sent a shiver down Wedge’s spine. Intellectually, he understood exactly what the Admiral was saying. In any military operation the strategists had to decide how much expenditure of hardware and supplies and personnel was justified in attaining their goal. With material and munitions, the costing could be done on a credit basis: by comparing the industries on the world to be taken with how much it would cost to get them, they could determine if taking a world was feasible in an economic sense. The New Republic would either gain from the operation, or at the very least deny credits and resources to Krennel, which was also a positive benefit.
When it came to people, though, cost-accounting didn’t work. Acceptable losses were more of a political point. The losses the Rebellion suffered in destroying the first Death Star were hideous, but considered well worth it when compared to what the Death Star would do to other worlds. The Death Star’s threat meant that any level of sacrifice, any body count, was acceptable, and no one, not even Wedge, doubted for a second the wisdom of going after it.
When it came to Liinade III, however, there was no visible threat to the New Republic. In fact, Krennel’s opening of his realm to anyone who wanted haven made him seem almost benign. Humans would wonder why the New Republic was spending lives to take a world that Krennel had all but opened to them. Nonhumans might wonder why the New Republic was willing to be blinded by so clear a deception. If nonhumans took a larger proportion of losses than humans did in the assault and it failed, nonhumans could even suggest that the New Republic was spending nonhuman lives while winking at Krennel and tacitly supporting him.
For Wedge, any losses were unacceptable. He’d certainly ordered men and women, humans and aliens, into situations where their survival was severely in doubt, and he’d gone into those situations himself on countless occasions. He never sent anyone into anything where he knew they would die, but he had often wondered if he would see his people together again at the end of a battle.
Ackbar sat down in his chair. “The New Republic is weary of war, but people, somehow, are never weary of victory. We sustained considerable losses in the Thrawn campaign: ten percent of our forces killed, thirty percent wounded—but those are just averages. On the worlds Thrawn actually hit, the devastation was significant. This operation will need to be clean and crisp. I believe we can sustain a thirty percent casualty rate and still consider the cost justified.