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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. . . .
- Sales Rank: #58045 in Books
- Brand: Star Wars Novels - New Jedi Order
- Published on: 2001-07
- Released on: 2001-07-31
- Original language: English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: 6.87" h x .81" w x 4.19" l,
- Binding: Mass Market Paperback
- 292 pages
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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. . . .
About the Author
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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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 don't know." He sighed. "I don't even know where to
start."
"It's just a name," she said.
"You would think. But everyone seems to believe it's important.
Since we went public with the news, you wouldn't
believe how many suggestions I've gotten, and from the
strangest places."
Mara stopped walking, and her face reflected a sudden
profound astonishment. "You're afraid," she said.
He nodded. "I guess I am. I guess I don't think it's 'just a
name,' not when it comes to people like us. Look at Anakin.
Leia named him after our father, a gesture to the person that
became Darth Vader, as a recognition that he overcame the
dark side and died a good man. It was her reconciliation
with him, and a sign to the galaxy that the scars of war
could heal. That we could forgive and move on. But for
Anakin, it's been a trial. When he was little, he always
feared he would walk the same dark path his grandfather
did. It was just a name, but it was a real burden to place on
his shoulders. It may be years before we learn the full consequences
of that decision."
"For all that I admire your sister, she is a politician, and
she thinks like one. That's been good for the galaxy, not so
good for her children."
"Exactly," Luke said reluctantly. "And whether I like it
or not, Mara, because of who we are, our child will inherit
part of our burden. I'm just afraid of placing an extra one
on his shoulders. Suppose I named him Obi-Wan, as a
salute to my old Master? Would he think that means I want
him to grow up to be a Jedi? Would he think he had to live
up to Ben's reputation? Would he feel his choices in life
constrained?"
"I see you've thought a lot about this."
"I guess I have."
"Notice how quickly this takes us back to the things you
said we weren't supposed to talk about?"
"Oh. Right."
"Luke, this is who we are," Mara said, stroking his
shoulder lightly. "We can't deny it, even alone on an island."
She dipped her foot in the wavelets lapping onto the
beach. Luke closed his eyes and felt the wind on his face.
"Maybe not," he admitted.
"And so what?" Mara said, playfully kicking a little
water on the cuff of his pants. But then her face grew serious
again. "There is one very important thing I want to
say, now, before another second passes," she informed him.
"What's that?"
"I'm really hungry. Really, really hungry. If I don't eat
right away, I'm going to salt you in seawater and gobble
you up."
"You'd be dissapointed," Luke said. "It's freshwater.
Come on. The pavilion isn't far. There should be food
waiting."
Luke and Mara ate outside at a table of polished yellow
Selonian marble while the blossoms around them chimed a
quiet music and released fragrances to complement each
course. Luke felt ridiculously pampered and a little guilty,
but managed to relax somewhat into the mood.
But the mood was broken during the intermezzo, when
the pavilion's protocol droid interrupted them.
"Master Skywalker," it said, "an aircar is approaching
and requesting admittance through the security perimeter."
"You have the signal?"
"Most assuredly."
"Transfer to the holostation on the table."
"As you wish, sir."
A hologram of a man's face appeared above the remains
of their meal. It was human, very long, with aristocratic
features.
"Kenth Hamner," Luke said, a sense of foreboding
pricking up his scalp. "To what do we owe this pleasure?"
The retired colonel smiled briefly. "Nothing important.
Just a visit from an old friend. May I come aboard?"
That's what his words said. His expression, somehow,
conveyed something altogether different.
"Of course. Link to the ship's computer, and it will land
you somewhere appropriate. I hope you like grilled nylog."
"One of my favorites. I'll see you soon."
A few moments later, Hamner appeared from one of the
several trails leading to the pavilion, accompanied by the
droid.
"You two make me wish I was young again," Hamner
said, smiling, looking them over.
"We're not so young, and you're not so old," Mara
replied.
Hamner offered her a short bow from the waist. "Mara,
you're looking lovely as ever. And my deepest congratulations
on your upcoming event."
"Thank you, Kenth," Mara returned graciously.
"Have a seat," Luke said. "May I have the droid bring
you something?"
"A cold drink of a mildly stimulating beverage perhaps?
Surprise me."
Luke sent the droid off with those rather vague instructions
and then turned to Hamner, who was now seated.
"You didn't come here just to congratulate us, did you?"
Hamner nodded sadly. "No. I came to give you a heads-up.
Borsk Fey'lya has managed to secure an order for your
arrest. The warrant will be served about six standard hours
from now."
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3 of 5 people found the following review helpful.
Definitely not the best SW around
By V. M. Vaglio
The mayor problem with this book is that it centers around the characters of the Solo kids, leaving behind many interesting characters like Han, Leia, Luke, Mara and even neglecting characters that have already become Star Wars icons as Corran Horn and Lando Calrissian.
I understand that the author tries to give the feeling that the torch is being passed to a younger generation, but I don't see why this has to be done by undermining and poorly portraying the old generation. Luke is pictured as a feeble idealistic old man, Leia is shown as a second class diplomat, but at least Han goes back to his scoundrel years.
Maybe some characters from the past generation (Wedge Antilles, Ackbar, Lando and the old guard of ex-Rogue Squadrons) would have provided the story with more maturity, because this book goes around unexperienced, egocentric toddlers from the Young Jedi Knight series, a complete shame.
On the positive side of things this novel provides a nice description of the Yuuzhan Vong, their culture and technology, and also gives us a mayor event concerning the Skywalker marriage that could become one of the milestones in the SW Universe, if it is masterfully developed by some author like Zahn.
This is just another not lousy, but not very bright either, NJO book. I just hope that some author as good as Zahn or Stackpole comes to give these new SW series some very much needed experience.
2 of 5 people found the following review helpful.
Thank God for the Yuuzhan Vong!
By R. L. MILLER
No bull. Half a century of what took most of that time to win the name "political correctness" in entertainment and literature has with very few exceptions stripped fiction of all of its bad guys. The Star Wars body of work has been as guilty as any of being so phobic about the demonization of enemies. In the original trilogy, Sith Lord Darth Vader mutated from a harsh villain who strangles a subordinate with telekinesis in "New Hope" to Luke Skywalker's poor misguided daddy who helps him knock off Emperor Palpatine in the end of "Return Of the Jedi". Possibly the best motto of the misguided bleeding-heart second half of the 20th Century is the Dylan lyric "...don't hate nothin' at all except hatred..." from his song "It's Alright Ma". In addition to turning fiction into a mostly-bland diet of do-gooding flawed anti-heros and the "dysfunctional individuals" they contend with by trying to "reason" with them, the real world has suffered from this scourge as well. The whole concept of good and evil, of right and wrong, is now known as "absolutism" and the relativism that remains has made us all meat on the hoof for the world's human predators. If you're forbidden to hate, you're fair game for those who still can. Fortunately, the New Millennium has ushered in a much more believable Star Wars--the "New Jedi Order"--with bad guys you don't have to feel guilty about booing. In a visceral sense, they give you the creeps, and the authors in this cycle don't make the error of suggesting that it would be best to view them with "more understanding" or an "open mind". Instead, they've created a collaborationist cabal called the "Peace Brigade" who fight against their own culture and are nearly as much of a hassle as the "Vong" themselves--the "enemy within" counterpart to the "enemy without". The Yuuzhan Vong are an allegory to every human culture that takes advantage of the civilized world's compulsion for "fair play" and its resultant vulnerability to thugs and creeps. Military historian Gwynne Dyer once said that the best way to make warriors of people who were raised to believe killing people is wrong is to suggest that the enemy aren't people. The "Vong" never have seen other cultures in the Galaxy as people in the first place. The Yuuzhan Vong are an allegory to every culture who places the stamp of The Almighty on their own subhuman blood lust. Try to tell me that the person at Lucas Inc who came up with the idea of the "Vong" wasn't thinking of the bunch who use the term "jihad" or the ones who sing "The Old Rugged Cross" assembled around a burning cross and I'll laugh in your face. The new generation of Jedi have a situation on their hands a lot grimmer than Master Luke had to face in his X-wing when he was young, and I have to say that they seem to have the moxie to deal with it. May the real world, facing a dilemma just as grim if somewhat subtler, learn from it as well.
0 of 1 people found the following review helpful.
Is there no hope?
By The Necroscope's son
This is one of the better New Jedi Order books. I was so happy and content after reading Visions of the Future. I am sooo sorry that I started reading The New Jedi Order. Is there no hope?
If there are any Dark Jedi Knights out there strike all of us Star Wars fans down and put us out of our misery.
Its time to move on. I'm not sure I even want to read #9 thru #13. Just too depressing.
William Allen
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