Controlled

Sivron looked at the stormtrooper captain and at the other three division leaders. The rest of the Maw scientists and stormtrooper contingents had taken refuge inside the prototype’s supply and control rooms.

“I have not had a chance to read the complete technical readouts of this battle-station prototype.” Tol Sivron looked around. “Does anyone know how to fly this vessel?”

Golanda looked at Doxin, who in turn looked at Yemm.

The stormtrooper captain said, “I have had some experience flying attack vehicles, sir. Perhaps I can interpret the controls.”

“Good, Captain,” Tol Sivron said. “Ummm…” He stood up from his command chair. “Do you need to sit here?”

“No need, sir. I can handle it from the pilot station.” The captain went over to a bolted-together row of controls.

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Champions of the Force Chapter 8