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“If we’d had more time to prepare—”
    Degoren cut him off. “Yes, because excuses always impress Sith Lords.” Even when the excuses were true. The Imperial agent hadn’t been able to get a transmission out until it was almost too late, and theirs had been the only ship within range. They hadn’t even had time to summon the surveillance ship they worked with in this sector. It was several systems away at this point, acting as a decoy for a smuggling operation they had been on the point of breaking up before they had received these emergency orders. He shook his head. “All we can do is wait for another contact.”
    From what Degoren understood, the agent had been in deep cover for a long time, waiting for the right opportunity. The fact that Degoren’s customs corvette had been the closest Imperial ship able to respond was both a blessing and a curse. If Degoren succeeded, the reward would be unimaginable. Advancement in the Empire had been something he had always wanted but that had always seemed just out of reach. But if he failed to capture Princess Leia Organa, the punishment would also be unimaginable.
    He didn’t intend to fail.

CHAPTER TWO
    With a fresh coldpack pressed to her head, Leia tried to sort out the disaster that was currently the
Gamble.
After calling Sorel, the chief engineer, on the comm and getting a status report that amounted to “It’s really bad, but I don’t think the ship is going to blow up,” she asked Han to go down to engineering to help out.
    According to Sorel, an energy pulse from one of the first blast impacts had traveled through the ship’s drive train, causing two consoles to explode in engineering and damaging one of the laser cannons. It sounded like the uninjured personnel needed all the help they could get to keep the hyperdrive online long enough for the ship to get where it was going, and to make what repairs they could to the sublight engines and other systems.
    Once the medic, Sarit, appeared with a portable stretcher on a repulsor unit, Leia went with him to take General Willard below.
    They settled the general in a cabin near the medical cubby, where the crew member who had been pressed into service as Sarit’s assistant was handing out bacta patches for burns and medication for minor concussions. Willard was still too groggy to really seem to know what was happening, though he woke enough to squeeze Leia’s hand when she spoke to him.
    The general taken care of, Sarit told her, “All the other injuries reported so far are treatable with what I have here, mostly burns and some contusions.” He was an Andulian, with gray skin, long white hair, white furry brows, and atrophied gills in his cheeks that gave him what on a human would have been drooping jowls. To Leia, the “jowls” made him look old and reassuringly knowledgeable, but after talking to him for a short time she realized he was young, maybe even younger than she was, and unnerved by the whole situation. He peered at her uncertainly. “Ah, your head?”
    Leia lowered the coldpack and saw that it was bloodstained. “It’s someone else’s blood,” she said.
    To his credit, Sarit just made a sympathetic noise and handed her a packet of antiseptic cleaning pads. Leia went to the tiny refresher attached to the cabin and scrubbed until the blood was out of her hair. It didn’t do her headache any good, but it was a relief to get the blood off.
    Then she found a command console in a small compartment that had once been an office for a cargo agent. She put the data card into the slot, displayed the recording on the screen, and entered the decoding algorithms. After a moment, she could read the transmission. There were the coordinates, and a short note explaining that the destination was a commercial space platform called Arnot Station; Kearn-sa’Davit would be waiting for them there.
    The message also