[Thrawn Trilogy] - 02(27)

He studied her, a slight smile creasing his lips. “All right,” he said. “Have you ever heard of the Katana fleet?”

She had to search her memory. “That was the group also called the Dark Force, wasn’t it? Something like two hundred Dreadnaught-class Heavy Cruisers that were lost about ten years before the Clone Wars broke out. All the ships were fitted with some kind of new-style full-rig slave circuitry, and when the system malfunctioned, the whole fleet jumped to lightspeed together and disappeared.”

“Nearly right,” Karrde said. “The Dreadnaughts of that era in particular were ridiculously crew-intensive ships, requiring upwards of sixteen thousand men each. The full-rig slave circuitry on the Katana ships cut that complement down to around two thousand.”

Mara thought about the handful of Dreadnaught cruisers she’d known. “Must have been an expensive conversion.”

“It was,” Karrde nodded. “Particularly since they played it as much for public relations as they did for pure military purposes. They redesigned the entire Dreadnaught interior for the occasion, from the equipment and interior decor right down to the dark gray hull surfacing. That last was the origin of the nickname ‘Dark Force,” incidentally, though there was some suggestion that it referred to the smaller number of interior lights a two-thousand-crewer ship would need. At any rate, it was the Old Republic’s grand demonstration of how effective a slave-rigged fleet could be.”

Mara snorted. “Some demonstration.”

“Agreed,” Karrde said dryly. “But the problem wasn’t in the slave circuitry itself. The records are a little vague-suppressed by those in charge at the time, no doubt-but it appears that one or more of the fleet’s crewers picked up a hive virus at one of the ports of call on their maiden voyage. It was spread throughout all two hundred ships while in dormant state, which meant that when it suddenly flared up it took down nearly everybody at once.”

Mara shivered. She’d heard of hive viruses leveling whole planetary populations in pre-Clone Wars days, before the medical science of the Old Republic and later the Empire had finally figured out how to deal with the things. “So it killed the crews before they could get to help.”

“Apparently in a matter of hours, though that’s just an educated guess,” Karrde said. “What turned the whole thing from a disaster into a debacle was the fact that this particular hive virus had the charming trait of driving its victims insane just before it killed them. The dying crewers lasted just long enough to slave their ships together : which meant that when the Katana command crew also went crazy and took off the entire fleet went with them.”

“I remember now,” Mara nodded slowly. “That was supposedly what started the big movement toward decentralization in automated ship functions. Away from big, all-powerful computers into hundreds of droids.”

“The movement was already on its way, but the Katana fiasco pretty well sealed the outcome,” Karrde said. “Anyway, the fleet disappeared somewhere into the depths of interstellar space and was never heard from again. It was a big news item for a while, with some of the less reverent members of the media making snide wordplays on the ‘Dark Force’ name, and for a few years it was considered a hot prospect by salvage teams who had more enthusiasm than good sense. Once it finally dawned on them just how much empty space was available in the galaxy to lose a couple hundred ships in, the flurry of interest ended. At any rate, the Old Republic soon had bigger problems on its hands. Aside from the occasional con artist who’ll try to sell you a map of its location, you never hear about the fleet anymore.”

“Right.” It was, of course, obvious now where Karrde was going with this. “So how did you happen to find it?”

“Purely by accident, I assure you. In fact, it wasn’t until several days afterward that I realized what exactly I’d found. I suspect none of the rest of the crew ever knew at all.”

Karrde’s gaze defocused, his eyes flattening with the memory. “It was just over fifteen years ago,” he said, his voice distant, the thumbs of his intertwined hands rubbing slowly against each other. “I was working as navigator/sensor specialist for a small, independent smuggling group. We’d rather botched a pickup and had had to shoot our way past a pair of Carrack cruisers on our way out. We made it all right, but since I hadn’t had the time to do a complete lightspeed calculation, we dropped back to realspace a half lightyear out to recalculate.” His lip twitched. “Imagine our surprise when we discovered a pair of Dreadnaughts waiting directly in our path.”