"Michael Stackpole "Rogue Squadron"" - читать интересную книгу автора

"That's all you want to see, Antilles."
"Meaning?"
"You say he escaped." Salm's face hardened into a steel mask. "It could be they
let him go."
"Sure, just like they let him go at Endor." Wedge grimaced, doing his best to
banish the anger he felt growing in him. "General, you're fighting ghosts."
Salm nodded curtly. "You're right, I'm fighting to prevent you and your people
from becoming ghosts."
"Well, so am I, and having Tycho with us to train my people will give them the
best chance of survival possible."
Salm tossed his hands up in disgust 2
at Admiral Ackbar. "You see, he won't listen to rea-son. He knows Captain Celchu
is a threat, but he won't let himself see it."
"I'll listen to reason, sir, when I see the product of some reasoning."
Ackbar held up his hands. "Gentlemen, please. Commander Antilles, you must admit
that General Salm's concerns are valid. Perhaps if there were a way to alleviate
some of them, an accommodation could be reached."
"I thought of that, sir, and I've spoken with Captain Celchu about it." Wedge
started ticking points off on his fingers. "Tycho has agreed to fly a Z-95
Headhunter in our training exercises, with the lasers powered down so they can
only paint a target, not hurt it. He's agreed to have a destruct device
in-stalled in the starfighter so that if he goes to ram anything or goes outside
spacelanes to which he is assigned, he can be destroyed by remote. When not
flying he has agreed to remain under house arrest unless accompanied by Alliance
Security or members of the squadron. He's agreed to undergo interroga-tion as
needed, to have all his computer files and correspondence open to examination,
and is even willing to have us choose what he eats, when, and where."
Salm marched over and placed himself between Wedge and the Mon Calamari Admiral.
"This is all well and good, and might even be effective, but we can't afford the
risk."
Ackbar blinked his eyes slowly. "Captain Celchu has agreed to these conditions?"
Wedge nodded. "He's no different from you, Admiral-he's a warrior. What he
knows, what he can teach, will keep pilots alive. Of course, there's no way
General Salm will ever let him fly in combat again."
"That can be etched in transparisteel."
"So serving as an instructor is the only way he can fight back. You have to give
him this chance."
Ackbar activated the small comlink clipped to his uniform's collar. "Lieutenant
Filla, please find Cap-tain Celchu and bring him to me." The Mon Cala-mari
looked up at Wedge. "Where is he currently?"
Wedge looked down at the deck. "He should be in the simulator complex."
"He's where?!" Salm's face went purple.
"You'll find him in the simulator complex, Lieu-tenant. Bring him here
immediately." Ackbar turned the comlink off. "The simulator complex?"
"It was Horn's turn leading the Redemption sce-nario. Tycho knows how to fly a
TIE better than most pilots, so I decided to have him fly against Horn."
Ackbar's lip fringe twitched. "You've taken cer-tain liberties concerning
Captain Celchu already, it seems, Commander."
"Yes, sir, but nothing that isn't necessary to make my pilots the best. I'm
being prudent in this, I think."