Predstavnjeni isečak i junaci knjige Alphabet Squadron!

Nova Star Wars knjiga Alphabet Squadron, koju piše Aleksander Frid nam stiže 11. juna, a objavljen je isečak i informacije o glavnim likovima.

Lik sa naslovne strane i vođa eskadrile, poručnik Irika Kvel, je imperijalni dezerter, a za Novu Republiku leti u X-Wing-u. Misija njene eskadrile? Pronaći misterioznu smrtonosnu grupu TIE fighter-a pod imenom „Shadow Wing“. Ovo naređenje su dobili od generala Here Sindule.

Kvel nikada nije očekivala da će biti vođa eskadrile a predvodi grupu koju (pored nje) čine piloti A-wing, B- wing, Y-wing i U-winga. Nova ekipa mora da se suoči sa ovim izazovom i svojim unutrašnjim demonima kako bi našli svoje mesto u galaksiji koja se menja, dok usput uče da rade zajedno.

Za upravljačem U-Wing-a je pilotesa poznata samo pod imenom Kairos. Rezervisana je i nepristupačna kao i praznina kroz koju leti. Kao što njen ogrtač krije njeno telo i njena zagonetna maska krije njeno lice, njeno ćutanje krije kakva god bol i traumu koji su je doveli do „članstva“ u eskadrili. Sve što se o njoj zna je njena lojalnost Novoj Republici i zastrašujuća veština koju upotrebljava u njeno ime.

Ako je Kvel vođa eskadrile, Vajl Lark, u sedištu A-Wing-a, je nesumljivo njeno srce. Mladost je proveo na leđima letećih bića na svom mirnom, udaljenom rodnom svetu čime je razvio žestoke pilotske veštine i izvor ljubaznosti i empatije koji nikada neće presušiti, a rat je nesigurno mesto za nežnu dušu kakva je Vajlova.

Obavezni nitkov u svakom timu je ovde pilot Y-Wing-a, Net Tensent. Njegovo prosto ponašanje dovodi da ga greškom smatraju za tipičnog glupana, ali nemojte se zavarati: Net je onaj koji preživljava. Preživeo je kompletno uništenje svoje jedinice od strane „Shadow Wing-a“, preživeo je podzemlje
galaksije dok je Imperija propadala, a Irika ga je sada ponovo uvukla u Novu Republiku, a Net je rešen da i nju preživi.

Da nije imala sreće, hrabrost i veštinu, Čas na Čadik bi još davno naišla na tešku patnju za kojom juri na bojištima galaksije. Umesto toga, videla je kako jedan po jedan od njenih heroja nestaje u ime slobode (među kojima je Džin Erso), ostavljajući je iza sebe; Sada, sa usponom Nove Republike Čas je bez cilja, a potera za „Shadow Wing-om“ može biti njena šansa da pronađe novi smisao života. Zanimljiva činjenica o njoj je da u svom brodu (B-Wing) čuva kolekciju muzike koju sluša i uz koju peva tokom borbe.

Predpriča ove knjige je najnoviji serijal Marvelovih stripova pod imenom TIE Fighter, u okviru kojeg možete upoznati buduću postavu imperijalne „Shadow Wing“ grupe. U nastavku možete pročitati objavljeni isečak:

Nath hadn’t slept more than five hours. The latest mission—a raid on an Imperial outpost caught relaying messages to Pandem Nai—had gone too well not to celebrate, and he’d spent until the wee hours in the Krayt Hut comparing notes on Y-wing repair with Hail Squadron. He didn’t much like the Hail Squadron pilots—to a person, they seemed much too proud of landing a spot aboard Syndulla’s flagship—but Nath might need them down the line. Humbly accepting a few accolades and acting friendly seemed worth the time.

But he hadn’t been expecting a wake-up call from Quell and orders to head down to the hangar at an unnatural hour, and he clearly wasn’t the only one: Chass’s eyes were bloodshot as she marched down the corridor, and even Wyl didn’t look fresh. Only Kairos seemed unperturbed.

Thing probably doesn’t even sleep, Nath thought with a mix of annoyance and admiration.

“They can win,” Chass muttered. “The Empire can win. Shadow Wing can win. Don’t make me fly this early.”

“Reasonable compromise,” Nath said as they strolled into the bay.

Quell was waiting in her flight suit. She offered a curt nod toward the group and jutted a thumb behind her at the rows of fighters. “Got word there’s an admiral coming today. He’ll be doing a full inspection of the Lodestar and its complement. Give your ships a walkaround, check your cockpits, don’t embarrass me. Understood?”

In other words, Nath thought, hide anything you can hide and clean up your mess.

Wyl mumbled a “yes, ma’am,” though Nath felt the boy must have been sarcastic. Chass paused, seemed on the verge of marching out, then lurched forward like something was dragging her by puppet strings. Nath eyed Quell, who shrugged at him as the others moved on.

Before Nath could follow, he heard Wyl’s laugh—a swift bark—followed by Chass swearing. Puzzled, he sauntered past the Meteor Squadron X-wings and came into view of the rear of his ship. His Y-wing sat there, scratched as always but scrubbed and polished like it was fresh from the factory.

He walked slowly around the vessel. His eyes widened. He must have looked absurd, he knew, but it was his ship—his ship. Someone had touched his ship and painted a crest on the gleaming metal depicting five vessels—an A-wing, B-wing, X-wing, Y-wing, and U-wing. Above the crest, a banner read: Alphabet Squadron.

He looked to his comrades. Each stared at his or her own vessel; each ship had been similarly branded. Chass went from swearing to laughing loudly, while Wyl turned around to look over at Quell. Kairos gazed at the U-wing’s markings as if transfixed—she extended a hand and touched the paint gingerly, like it was something ancient prone to crumble in the light.

“You do this to my ship?” Nath called toward Quell.

“Do I look like I can paint?” Quell asked, voice humorless.

“Don’t do it again,” Nath said, but he was smirking despite himself.

“It’s fantastic,” Wyl said. “Thank you.”

“There’s something else,” Quell said, and she strolled down the central aisle between fighters. Kairos stepped away from the U-wing reluctantly.

“Thought I’d show you, while we’re at it.”

When her audience was gathered together, Quell tugged up the sleeve of her flight suit and rotated her arm. Stenciled into the irritated flesh of her biceps was a tattoo: the same squadron crest that now adorned the ships.

“In case I get stranded planetside,” Quell said. “They’ll know where to send me.”

“That they will,” Nath said.

“You’re a freak,” Chass added.

“I’m also your commanding officer,” Quell said. Chass shrugged.

“Still a freak.”

They were all smiling. Chass and Wyl continued ribbing Quell, and Nath complained about the early hour. But he could see what she’d done and he respected the effort. Maybe she couldn’t bond with her team like Nath had with his squadron, but Quell had managed to bring the team to her.

It wasn’t a bad outcome. Whatever Nath’s issues with Quell, he hoped she would keep them all alive.

“Time for breakfast,” Wyl said. “You coming with us, Lieutenant?”

“Not this time,” Quell said. “But thank you.”

Nath laughed and waved Wyl and Chass to follow him. Yrica Quell. You’re still Imperial at heart, he thought, but he didn’t spoil the moment.

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