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Star Wars X-Wing #5: Wraith Squadron
     

Star Wars X-Wing #5: Wraith Squadron

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by Aaron Allston
 

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They are the galaxy's most elite fighting force. And as the battle against the Empire rages, the X-wing fighters risk life and machine to protect the Rebel Alliance. Now they must go on a daring undercover mission—as the crew of an Imperial warship.

It is Wedge Antilles' boldest creation: a covert-action unit of X-wing fighters, its pilots drawn from the

Overview

They are the galaxy's most elite fighting force. And as the battle against the Empire rages, the X-wing fighters risk life and machine to protect the Rebel Alliance. Now they must go on a daring undercover mission—as the crew of an Imperial warship.

It is Wedge Antilles' boldest creation: a covert-action unit of X-wing fighters, its pilots drawn from the dregs of other units, castoffs and rejects given one last chance. But before the new pilots can complete their training, the squadron's base is attacked by former Imperial admiral Trigit, and Wraith Squadron is forced to swing into action—taking over an Imperial warship and impersonating its crew. The mission: to gain vital intelligence about Trigit's secret weapons, to sabotage the admiral's plans, and to lure him into an Alliance trap. But the high-stakes gamble pits Wraith Squadron's ragtag renegades against the Empire's most brilliant master of guile and deception.

Are they up to the challenge?

If not, the penalty is instant death.

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An outcast band of rogue pilots recruited for the deadliest X-wing adventure yet!

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780553578942
Publisher:
Random House Publishing Group
Publication date:
02/28/1998
Series:
Star Wars: X-Wing Series , #5
Edition description:
Reissue
Pages:
403
Sales rank:
144,153
Product dimensions:
4.20(w) x 7.01(h) x 1.08(d)
Age Range:
8 - 12 Years

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Twelve X-wing snubfighters roared down into the atmosphere.

The world below, Coruscant, former throne world of the Empire, was an unbroken landscape of urban construction, a vast city reaching from pole to pole, blanketed by gray clouds shot through with white and yellow flashes of lightning.

The squadron commander, piloting a black fighter with an incongruously cheerful green and gold checkerboard pattern on the bow, shook his head over the grim vista of the world below.  Even after all the time he'd spent here—even after the crucial role he'd played in conquering this world for the New Republic—he still could not get used to the arrogance of Coruscant.  It was a world that could only rule or perish, for it produced nothing but soldiers, officers, and bureaucrats, and could not feed its population without importing massive quantities of food from around the galaxy.

He took a visual scan of his immediate surroundings.  "Rogue Three, tighten up.  We're putting on a show here."

A green X-wing closed in tighter to the formation.  "Yes, sir."  Though distorted by the comm system, the voice sounded indulgent rather than military.

"That's 'Yes, Wedge' until we're formally returned to duty."  The commander smiled.  "Or perhaps, 'Yes, Exalted One.'  Or 'Yes, O envy of all Corellia.'  Or—"

A chorus of groans interrupted him.  The voice of Nawara Ven, the squadron's Twi'lek executive officer, cut through it: "Stop complaining.  He's earned his little vacation from reality."

Then the voice of Tycho Celchu, Wedge's second-in-command, sharp and military: "Sensors register a squadron of fighters rising toward us.  Speed is X-wing or better; sensor profiles suggest X-wings."

"Maintain formation," Wedge said, then switched his comm unit over from squadron frequency to New Republic military frequency.  "Rogue Squadron to approaching X-wing formation, please identify yourselves."

The voice responding was brisk, amused, and familiar.  "Wrong designations, sir.  We're Rogue Squadron.  You're simply a rogue squadron. But for the next few minutes we'll do you the courtesy of designating ourselves Red Squadron to avoid confusion.  We're your escort."

"Hobbie?  Is that you, Lieutenant Klivan?"

"That's Captain Klivan...again, just for the next few minutes."

The other X-wing unit rose into view, gradually attaining the altitude of Wedge's squadron.  Wedge was startled to see that the dozen snubfighters were painted in Rogue Squadron's traditional red stripes and twelve-pointed insignia.  "Hobbie, explain this."

"No time, sir.  We have a course change for you.  High Command has decided to broadcast this entire event across the HoloNet—"

"Oh, no."

"—so set your new course to ninety-three, follow my rate of descent, and we'll get you there in one piece.  After that, you're on your own."

Within moments their destination was clear: Imperial Plaza, a ground-level ferrocrete circle so broad that in spite of the surrounding skyscrapers, it could be seen from high in the air at angles other than directly overhead.  The plaza was packed with spectators; even at this altitude Wedge could see banners and fluttering haze that looked like chaff but had to be some sort of celebratory confetti.

A speakers platform had been erected on the plaza's west side, with barricaded open areas north and south of it—obvious landing zones for the two squadrons.

As they descended toward the plaza, Wedge flipped his comm system back to the squadron channel.  "Once around the park, outbound port, return starboard, at five hundred, Rogues.  They're here for a show; let's give them one."

Immediately he heard Hobbie's answer on the same channel: "Same, Reds, but starboard to port return at six hundred meters. Sloppiest flight group buys drinks."

The two squadrons parted, circling the plaza at its perimeter, the wingtips of the X-wings sometimes only meters from the faces of admirers piled up against the skyscraper windows.  The squadrons crossed one another's positions on the far side of the plaza and rejoined at their first position, then spiraled down toward the landing zones.

Rogue Squadron angled toward the northern area, Red Squadron toward the southern.  At three hundred meters, Wedge said, "Landing gear and repulsorlifts, people," and both squadrons began the safe, vertical descents allowed by the snubfighters' antigravity engines.

Wedge smiled.  "Your Red Squadron looks pretty good, Hobbie.  A pity you haven't had time to teach them anything about precision flying."

"What?"

"Rogue Squadron, Three Diamonds Parade Formation, execute!"

After a moment's hesitation—it had been some time since the unit had practiced the intricate parade formations—the Rogues split into their three flight groups, each group maneuvering into a diamond-shaped formation—one X-wing forward, one back, the two others side by side in the middle—with Wedge's group forward and the other two side by side behind, making a triangle of diamonds, all facing eastward.

Even over the sound of the repulsorlifts, Wedge could hear the cheers from the crowd.

Hobbie's voice came back immediately: "Red Squadron, same maneuver, but one-eighty to their orientation." He sounded amused rather than angry.  And in moments his squadron was in the same Three Diamonds Formation, but his X-wings faced west.

More cheers—the crowd was going wild over the aerial demonstration.

"A little wobbly, Hobbie."

"We haven't been together that long, Wedge, but we still know a few tricks.  And you started this.  Red Group Three, deny Rogue Group One!"

The three-fighter triangle to Hobbie's starboard rear broke away from the Red Squadron formation, sideslipped and reversed orientation while maintaining the same internal order, and came into position a mere ten meters beneath Wedge's group, descending toward the spot where Wedge would have landed.

"Not bad, Hobbie.  Rogue Group Two, deny Red Group One!"

Corran Horn, in his green X-wing with the black and white trim, led his group in a similar maneuver and positioned them directly beneath Hobbie Klivan's group.

"You mynock.  Red Group Two, deny Rogue Group Three!"

"Rogue Group One, substitute Red Two!"

The two squadrons' flight groups crisscrossed above the speakers platform as they descended, a dazzling display of precision flying, until, when all were a mere ten meters above the ground, Rogue Squadron was reassembled over the southern landing zone, Red Squadron over the northern.  The two dozen snubfighters set down within moments of one another.

Their pilots climbed down from their cockpits into a whirlwind of celebration: New Republic diplomats and old friends dragging them up onto the speakers platform, clouds of confetti raining down from the skyscrapers ringing the plaza, roars of appreciation and exuberance from the thousands in the plaza.  Wedge managed to get handshakes and backslaps from Hobbie and Red Squadron's second-in-command, Wes Janson, before being dragged into line formation with all the pilots; the crowd's roar was too overwhelming to allow them to hear one another's words.

At the front of the platform, at the speakers lectern, stood the New Republic Provisional Council's best-loved speaker, Princess Leia Organa of Alderaan.  Unlike most of the New Republic's representatives present, she was dressed simply, in a belted robe of senatorial white.  She caught Wedge's eye and gave him a smile and half shake of the head, acknowledging their mutual dislike of public spectacles such as this, then turned back toward the crowd.

With a few waves of her hand she managed to reduce the crowd's roar to the point her amplified voice could be heard above it.  "Citizens of the New Republic, I present to you Rogue Squadron!"  Another protracted roar, and then she continued, "Before I bring Commander Antilles up to speak, I think I should put the squadron's recent accomplishments in perspective.  With their efforts, we now have, once again, a steady supply of bacta—a supply sufficient to stamp out the last lingering effects of the Krytos Plague.  With their efforts—"

Wedge tuned her out.  This was all old news to him.  Weeks before, he'd led Rogue Squadron—the true Rogue Squadron, the men and women now in civilian dress—on a mission that the New Republic military command could not support.  Resigning their commissions, the members of Rogue Squadron and a handful of professional insurgents had mounted a civilian action against the new government of the world of Thyferra, the world where the overwhelming majority of bacta, the miracle medicine, was produced.  That new government was headed by the Empire's former espionage leader, Ysanne Isard, and could have become the core of a reunited Empire.

But now Ysanne Isard was dead, and Rogue Squadron's resignations had apparently been creatively misfiled—meaning that they were never civilians—meaning that, with the mission's success, the New Republic was retroactively making the Thyferran mission an officially sanctioned operation.

Meet the Author

Aaron Allston was the New York Times bestselling author of thirteen Star Wars novels as well as the Doc Sidhe novels, which combine 1930s-style hero-pulp fiction with Celtic myth. In addition to being a writer, he was a game designer, and in 2006 he was inducted into the Academy of Adventure Gaming Arts and Design Hall of Fame. Allston died in 2014.

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Star Wars X-Wing #5 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 38 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
If Rogue Squadron is the group that does the impossible, Wraith Squadron is the group that does the ludicrously insane. Which makes for a rather entertaining read. In the first series of the X-Wing books, we had a group of the best pilots in the New Republic spend two of their four books outside of their spacecraft. Learning from this, the author has Wedge organize a group of pilots are just as good in some area outside of a cockpit as they are inside of one. And some of the things they pull off are just incredible. My one complaint is that some of the characters are a little weak. We get a large cast of new characters that are mostly washouts from other squadrons. Each one is given a specialty in some skill and a personal problem. And for a few, that's all we really get. We've got two wise cracking jokers with physical scars, and it isn't until we start to see one called upon to use his special skills repeatedly that I was able to remember which one was which. Even in the action sequence of the final chapters, I found myself trying to remember who some of the squadron members were (which wasn't helped by the fact that they sometimes mix and match assignments with whatever military personel they have on hand that can do the job).
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Read it several years ago and enjoyed very much. I gave my paperback copy away to a relative and I decided to read it again!
Guest More than 1 year ago
After reading Michael Stackpole's X-Wing Rogue Squadron books, I figured this one just wouldn't fit the bill. I was gravely mistaken. This was, in my humble opinion, the best of the three Wraith Squadron books, and up near the top in all of the Star Wars series combined. I now own all NINE X-Wing books, because I read them so often. This is definitely one of the best books I've read, and I'm sure even Yoda would be delighted.
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Skip_Wiley More than 1 year ago
Wraith Squadron - the Rogues have serious competition! I was prepared to not like this book. In fact, I put off reading it for 15 years or so. I tore through the first four titles in the X-Wing series of novels when they came out, loving every page Wedge Antilles and Coran Horn remain two of my favorite characters in the Star Wars EU. When I saw that book 5 was NOT actually about Rogue Squadron, I felt a bit betrayed. Stackpole wasn't writing this one and it wasn't even about my Rogues? Why bother? Well, this summer I decided enough was enough and I finally buckled down to read the tale of these so-called Wraiths. I was not prepared for the joy I would find in this book. First of all, Wedge Antilles hasn't gone anywhere. I wished that I'd known sooner that Wedge was the one at the helm of Wraith Squadron - it certainly wouldn't have taken 15 years to read this. With Wes Janson at his side, Wedge builds a team of screw-ups that is as potent a weapon as it is comical. This book closely follows the exploits of the Wraiths as they bond into a new squadron facing adversity, with the space battle action I've come to expect from the X-Wing series. However, this story becomes a tale of espionage, action, humor, and intrigue. I couldn't wait to see what mission they would take on next and how they could possibly pull it off. The pranks and the humor that brings this team together, along with the story crafted by Aaron Allston, makes this a must-read. It was also great to finally get the gaps filled in about Warlord Zsinj's campaign against the fledgling New Republic. In summary, this book is more than a worthy successor to the story of the Rogues in the earlier books of this series. Give it a read. It will NOT disappoint.
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An outstanding mix of military culture and Star Wars.
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I read the entire X-Wings series 1 thouugh 7 I enjoyed the entire series. In order to fully enjoy this series, as always, start with # 1 and keep going.
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This book and its sequels are some of the best books i have ever read. This book starts with wedge deciding that he was going to put together a squadron that was just as able on the ground as in space due to missions Rouge squadron has had to do in the past. Its sabatoged from the start by some of his enemys in starfighter command. They send him the most screwed up people they can find.
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I absolutely love this book! It's my favorite in the x-wing series and possibly of every star wars book i've read.
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This book i wish i did not buy.
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