Rebirth: Star Wars Legends: Edge of Victory, Book II (Star Wars: The New Jedi Order - Legends, Band 8) - Softcover

Buch 8 von 19: Star Wars: The New Jedi Order - Legends

Keyes, Greg

 
9780345446107: Rebirth: Star Wars Legends: Edge of Victory, Book II (Star Wars: The New Jedi Order - Legends, Band 8)
Softcover
ISBN 10: 0345446100 ISBN 13: 9780345446107
Verlag: Random House Worlds, 2001

Inhaltsangabe

The Star Wars epic continues its dazzling space odyssey in The New Jedi Order–as Luke and Mara, Leia and Han, and others battle the mighty enemy from beyond the galactic rim.

The brutal Yuuzhan Vong are scouring the universe for Jedi to slaughter. With no help from the divided New Republic, the Jedi stand alone against their seemingly invincible foe. Han and Leia Organa Solo risk deadly consequences with their controversial tactics to bolster the Jedi resistance. After uncovering a new Yuuzhan Vong menace, Anakin and Tahiri find themselves wanted for murder by the Peace Brigade. To avoid capture, they jump into hyperspace . . . and into trouble far graver.

Hunted by the Yuuzhan Vong, wanted as criminals by the New Republic, and with unrest stirring within their own ranks, the Jedi find peril everywhere they turn. But even in the midst of despair, while the most fiercest battle of all looms on the horizon, hope arises with the birth of one very special child. . . .

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Greg Keyes was born in Meridian, Mississippi to a large, diverse, storytelling family. He received degrees in anthropology from Mississippi State and the University of Georgia before becoming a full-time writer. Greg writes, cooks, and fences foil in Savannah, Georgia, where his wife Nell is a professor at the Savannah College of Art and Design. Under the name J. Gregory Keyes, he is the #1 bestselling author of the Age of Unreason series, featuring Newton's Cannon, A Calculus of Angels, Empire of Unreason, and The Shadows of God. He is also the author of The Blackgod and The Waterborn. Greg is currently hard at work on The Briar King, the first book of a new fantasy series.

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"The Star Wars "epic continues its dazzling space odyssey in The New Jedi Order-as Luke and Mara, Leia and Han, and others battle the mighty enemy from beyond the galactic rim.
The brutal Yuuzhan Vong are scouring the universe for Jedi to slaughter. With no help from the divided New Republic, the Jedi stand alone against their seemingly invincible foe. Han and Leia Organa Solo risk deadly consequences with their controversial tactics to bolster the Jedi resistance. After uncovering a new Yuuzhan Vong menace, Anakin and Tahiri find themselves wanted for murder by the Peace Brigade. To avoid capture, they jump into hyperspace . . . and into trouble far graver.
Hunted by the Yuuzhan Vong, wanted as criminals by the New Republic, and with unrest stirring within their own ranks, the Jedi find peril everywhere they turn. But even in the midst of despair, while the most fiercest battle of all looms on the horizon, hope arises with the birth of one very special child. . . .

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Chapter One

"You've had worse ideas, Luke," Mara Jade Skywalker
reluctantly admitted, nodding her head back so the sunlight fell on her face and her deep red-gold tresses
trailed behind her. Posed that way, eyes closed, framed against the blue line of the sea, her beauty closed
Luke's throat for a moment.

Mara's green eyes opened, and she looked at him with a
sort of wistful fondness before arching a cynical brow.

"Getting all fatherly on me again?"

"No," he said softly. "Just thinking how ridiculously
lucky I am."

"Hey. I'm the one with the hormone swings. You aren't
trying to one-up me, are you?" But she took his hand
and gave it a squeeze. "Come on," she said. "Let's walk a
bit more."

"You sure you're up to it?"

"What, you want to carry me? Of course I'm up to it. I'm
pregnant, not hamstrung. You think it would be better for
our kid if I spent all day lying around sucking on oorp?"

"I just thought you wanted to relax."

"Absolutely. And this is relaxing. Us, all alone, on a beautiful
island. Well, sort of an island. Come on."

The beach was warm beneath Luke's bare feet. He had
been reluctant to agree to going shoeless, but Mara had insisted
that's what one did on a beach. He found, to his surprise,
that it reminded him pleasantly of his boyhood on
Tatooine. Back then, in the relative cool of early evening--
one of those rare periods when both blazing suns were
nearly set--sometimes he would take his shoes off and feel
the still-warm sand between his toes. Not when Uncle Owen
was looking, of course, because the old man would launch
into an explanation of what shoes were for in the first place,
about the valuable moisture Luke was losing though his
soles.

For an instant, he could almost hear his uncle's voice and
smell Aunt Beru's giju stew. He had an urge to put his shoes
back on.

Owen and Beru Lars had been the first personal casualties
in Luke Skywalker's battle against the Empire. He wondered
if they had known why they died.

He missed them. Anakin Skywalker may have been his
father, but the Lars had been his parents.

"I wonder how Han and Leia are doing?" Mara wondered
aloud, interrupting his reverie.

"I'm sure they're fine. They've only been gone a few
days."

"I wonder if Jacen should have gone with them?"

"Why not? He's proven himself capable often enough.
And they're his parents. Besides, with half the galaxy after
him, it's better he stay on the move."

"Right. I only meant it makes things worse for Jaina. It's
hard on her, doing nothing, knowing her brother is out
fighting the fight."

"I know. But Rogue Squadron will probably call her up
pretty soon."

"Sure," Mara replied. "Sure they will." She sounded far
from convinced.

"You don't think so?" Luke asked.

"No. I think they would like to, but her Jedi training
makes her too much of a political liability right now."

"When did the Rogues ever care about politics? Has
someone said this to you?"

"Not in so many words, but I hear things, and I'm trained
to listen to the words behind the words. I hope I'm wrong,
for Jaina's sake."

Her feelings brushed Luke in the Force, running a troubled
harmony to her assertion.

"Mara," Luke said, "my love, while I'll believe you
when you say picking up parasites on a strange beach is
relaxing--"

"Nonsense. This sand is as sterile as an isolation lab. It's
perfectly safe to walk barefoot. And you like the feel of it."

"If you say so. But I forbid any more talk about politics,
Jedi, the war, the Yuuzhan Vong, anything like that. We're
out here for you to relax, to forget all of that for a day or so.
Just a day."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "You're the one who
thinks the whole universe will collapse unless you're there
to keep it spinning."

"I'm not pregnant."

"Say something like that again, and I'll make you wish
you were," she said, a bit sharply. "And by the way, if we do
this again, it's your turn."

"We'll play sabacc for it," Luke responded, trying to
keep a straight face but failing. He kissed her, and she kissed
him back, hard.

They continued along the strand, past a rambling stand
of crawling slii, all knotted roots and giant gauzy leaves.
Waves were beginning to lap on the beach, as they hadn't
earlier, which meant they were on the bow side of the
"island."

It wasn't an island at all, of course, but a carefully landscaped
park atop a floating mass of polymer cells filled with
inert gas. A hundred or so of them cruised the artificial
western sea of Coruscant, pleasure craft built by rich merchants
during the grand, high days of the Old Republic. The
Emperor had discouraged such frivolity, and most had been
docked for decades and fallen into disrepair. Still, many
were still in good enough shape to refurbish, and in the
youth of the New Republic, a few sharp businessmen had
purchased some and made them commercial successes. One
such person, not surprisingly, had been Lando Calrissian, a
longtime friend of Luke's. He had offered Luke use of the
craft whenever he wished it. It had taken Luke a long time
to call in the offer.

He was glad he had done it--Mara seemed to be enjoying
it. But she was right, of course. With everything that was
happening now, it was hard not to think of it as a waste
of time.

But some feelings could not be trusted. Mara was showing
now, her belly gloriously rounded around their son, and
she was suffering from all of the physical discomforts any
woman did in that situation. Nothing in her training as an
assassin, smuggler, or Jedi Knight had prepared her for this
compromised state, and despite her obvious love for their
unborn child, Luke knew physical weakness grated on her.
Her comment about Jaina might just as well have been
about herself.

And there were other worries, too, and a pocket paradise
wasn't likely to help her forget them, but at least they could
take a few deep breaths and pretend they were on some distant,
uninhabited world, rather than in the thick of the
biggest mess since before the Empire had been defeated.

No, strike that. The Empire had threatened to extinguish
liberty and freedom, to bring the dark side of the Force to
ascendance. The enemy they faced now threatened extinction
in a much more literal and ubiquitous sense.

So Luke walked with his wife as evening fell, pretending
not to be thinking of these things, knowing she could feel he
was anyway.

"What will we name him?" Mara asked at last. The sun
had vanished in a lens on the horizon, and now Coruscant
began to shatter the illusion of pristine nature. The distant
shores glowed in a solid mass, and the sky remained deep
red on the horizons. Only near zenith did it resemble the
night sky of most moonless planets, but even there was a
baroque embroidery of light as aircars and starships followed
their carefully assigned paths, some coming home,
some going home, some merely arriving at another port.

A million little lights, each with a story, each a spark of
significance in the Force that flowed from them, around
them, through them.

No illusion, here. All was nature. All was beauty, if you
had eyes willing to see it.

"I...

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Verlag
Random House Worlds
Erscheinungsdatum
2001
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
0345446100
ISBN 13 
9780345446107
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Auflage
1
Anzahl der Seiten
304
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