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Chapter Four

“So,” Emperor Palpatine said, his eyes glinting from the shadows beneath the peak of his hood. “It is as I suspected. Moff Glovstoak is a traitor.”

“Hes at least an embezzler, my lord,” Mara said. “I dont yet know whether or not hes committed actual treason.”

“I consider theft of Imperial funds to be treason,” the Emperor countered. “Your part in this is now ended, my child-others will carry on from here. You have done well.”

“Thank you,” Mara said, feeling the warmth of his approval flow through her. “Then unless theres something more urgent pending, Id like permission to do an investigation of the six artworks I found in Glovstoaks safe. The ones I examined appear to be from a batch of ten that were stolen from a gallery five years ago during an attack on a Rebel cell on Krintrino.”

The Emperors face darkened. “So as well as being an embezzler, Glovstoak may also be connected with the Rebel Alliance?”

“Or he may have a connection with the Imperial forces who carried out the attack,” Mara pointed out, a little cautiously. The Emperor was a wise and good man, but he had an odd tendency sometimes to see Rebels and Rebel conspiracies where they might not actually exist. “Or it could have been pirates or thieves who simply took advantage of the attacks chaos to grab and run. The interesting point is that Glovstoak apparently bought them through an auction house, which suggests he and the seller wanted a stamp of legitimacy put on the transfer.”

“You said ten were stolen,” the Emperor said. “Yet only six were in Glovstoaks safe?”

“Yes,” Mara confirmed. “And all six were apparently bought at the same time about eighteen months ago.”

“Where are the other four?”

“As far as I know, theyre still missing,” Mara said. “Thats one of the questions Id like an answer to. Another is why the original owner suddenly decided he needed such a large influx of cash a year and a half ago.”

For a minute the Emperor remained silent, and Mara felt a flicker of satisfaction. Private transfers of valuable objects happened all the time across the Empire, for any number of legitimate or borderline-shady reasons. Such questions coming from many of the Emperors other advisers and assistants would likely have been dismissed out of hand as irrelevant.

But Mara was the Emperors Hand, recruited and trained personally by him, and he trusted her instincts. “The loss of the Death Star was a great shock to even my strongest supporters,” he said at last. “Some, perhaps, might be wondering if my Empire is indeed the likely winner in this conflict with the Rebel Alliance.”

“Of course it is,” Mara said automatically.

The Emperor gave her another thin smile. “Indeed,” he agreed. “But not everyone sees things as clearly as you and I. If Glovstoak is not connected to the Rebellion, perhaps one of our wealthier citizens has decided to play both sides. Tell me, what is the current Rebel presence in Shelsha sector?”

“I dont know yet,” Mara said. “I was planning to comm Shelkonwa and ask Governor Choards office to prepare a summary for me.”

“Dont,” the Emperor said, the corners of his lips turning down with contempt. “Barshnis Choard is a competent administrator, but he has far too many ties with the wealthy and powerful of his sector. He might leak news of your investigation to the very people you seek. No, you will instead use my personal library for your research.”

Mara bowed her head. “Thank you, my lord.”

The Emperor held out his hand to her. “Go,” he said.

Mara stepped forward and took his outstretched hand, feeling a fresh wave of warmth and strength flow into her, then stepped back again. “One other thing, my lord,” she said. “When you have Moff Glovstoak and his administration arrested, I would ask that a member of his staff, General Deerian, be exempted from punishment.”

The Emperor regarded her thoughtfully. “You believe him to be innocent of Glovstoaks treason?”

“Im certain of it,” Mara said. “Hes also an honest and honorable man. I dont wish to see the Empire deprived of his service.”

The others lip may have twitched slightly at the word honorable. But he merely nodded. “As you wish, my child,” he said. “I will have General Deerian transferred immediately to a position here on Imperial Center, where he will remain untouched by Glovstoaks imminent destruction.”

“Thank you,” Mara said. Turning, she strode across the expanse of the throne room, passed between the silent red-robed Royal Guards, and stepped into the turbolift.

The Emperors library was a large and very private place, used only by a few of his top people, and only with his express permission. Normally, there were a handful of attendants on hand to assist, but as Mara walked between the tall stacks of data card file cabinets toward the retrieval stations at the center she was struck by the unusual silence. Apparently all the attendants had suddenly found a need to be elsewhere.

As she rounded the last cabinet she discovered the reason for their absence. Seated alone at one of the three computer stations was Darth Vader.

“Lord Vader,” she said politely as she stepped past, her eyes flicking automatically to the display screen in front of him.

His arm came up, just high enough to block her view. “Emperors Hand,” he greeted her in turn, his voice deep and stiff and darker even than usual. “What do you want?”

“I was given permission to do some research,” Mara said, continuing past him and seating herself at one of the other stations.

But even as she turned on the console and started keying for her data search, she could sense his brooding attention switch from his research to Mara herself. Vader had always been polite enough, but even without Maras Force sensitivity it would have been abundantly clear that he didnt like her.

Shed never figured out why that was. Certainly their goals were the same: service to the Emperor and his New Order. Perhaps he thought her training had taken too much of the Emperors time and attention, or perhaps he suspected her of trying to supplant him in the great mans eyes.

Both thoughts were ridiculous, of course. Mara had her work to do, and Vader had his, and there was no point trying to second-guess the Emperors wisdom in the way he employed either of them.

But she had yet to find a way to get that message through to Vader.

“You seek information on the Rebels,” Vader said.

“Dont we all?” Mara said drily. “Specifically, Im interested in the ones in Shelsha sector. Would you happen to know anything about that?”

“There are no known or suspected bases in the sector,” the Dark Lord rumbled. “The single major listening post was raided and destroyed a few days ago. I suspect there to also be some important supply lines running through the sector, but that has yet to be verified.”

“Any important sympathizers?”

The sense of coldness around him deepened. “There are sympathizers everywhere,” he said. “As well as others who conspire to overthrow their superiors.”

Mara felt an unpleasant trickle run through her. “Lord Vader, rest assured that I have no intention-”

“Good day, Emperors Hand,” Vader cut her off. With a swirl of black cloak, he stood, turning off the console as he did so. Turning his back, he strode away.

“Thank you for your assistance, Lord Vader,” Mara called after him.

The other didnt reply, the sense of coldness fading as he departed. The door slid open at his gesture, and he strode from the library.

Mara took a deep breath, let it out in a weary sigh. What was he worried about, anyway? Loyalty was, after all, one of the Emperors greatest qualities; loyalty to all who were loyal to him. How could Vader even think his Master would push him aside for anyone else? Especially for someone as young and inexperienced as Mara?

Shaking her head, she turned back to her console, forcing her mind back to her job. So the Rebels had supply lines through Shelsha sector. That was good to know. She finished keying in her request for general Rebel data, then added a search for major and minor traffic lanes, out-ofthe-way spaceports, and any known centers of smuggling or other criminal activity.

The computer set to work, and Mara sat back to wait . . . and as she hunched her tired shoulders, her eyes drifted over to Vaders console. The Dark Lord was never very pleasant, but as she thought back on their brief encounter it seemed to her that hed been even more on edge than usual.

Maybe she could find out why.

She glanced toward the exit as she stood up and went to the other console, wondering briefly what Vader would do if he caught her at this. But it was too good an opportunity to pass up. Sitting down, she turned on the machine. There was a computer trick the Dark Lord might not know how to block . . .

He didnt. Punching in the proper code, Mara pulled up the last file that had been accessed from that terminal.

It was a search program. A highly sophisticated one, too, that had been busily sifting through the personnel records of hundreds of star systems when Vader had interrupted its work and shut it down.

And not just the personnel records, but also movement and sighting reports, financial profiles, travel permits, and every other means the Empire had at its disposal for locating or tracking one of its citizens.

She scrolled up to the top, looking for the target list of names. If Vader was trying to track down Prince Xizors Black Sun connections again, the Emperor was going to be very annoyed with him.

But to her mild surprise, there was only one name on the list.

Luke Skywalker.

Mara frowned, searching her memory. Had she ever heard that name before?

She didnt think so. But then, she was barely eighteen, and new to the Imperial court.

In the meantime, she had her own work to do. Filing away the name for future reference, she shut down the console and returned to her own search.

To Hans complete lack of surprise, the rendezvous turned out to be like all the rest of the little hidey-holes General Rieekan seemed to have stashed around the Empire. It was quiet, reasonably private, and about as sorry an excuse for a military base as hed ever seen.

Still, it did have one redeeming value. Leia was there.

“Han,” she greeted him with her usual official smile as he strode down the Falcons ramp. “Sounds like you had something of a close call.”

“Not really,” he assured her, smiling back. The cool formality of her smile didnt fool him for a minute, of course. “Everyone else get through okay?”

“Mostly,” she said, a hint of a frown crossing her face. “Chivkyrie still hasnt shown up.”

Han glanced over his shoulder to where Luke and Chewbacca were helping the techs pull their equipment out of the Falcons holds. “You want Chewie and me to go find him?”

“Im afraid its not that kind of problem,” she said ruefully. “Were having some problems with his whole organization.”

“Ah-politics,” Han said, nodding. “In that case, you can leave me out of it.”

“Yes, I thought as much,” Leia said. “By the way, Mon Mothma wants to see all of us-you, Luke, and me-in the command center.”

“Who?”

“Mon Mothma?” Leia repeated patiently. “The Alliance Supreme Commander?”

“Oh,” Han said as the memory of the name finally surfaced. “Her.”

“Yes, her,” Leia said. “She has a job for us.”

Han suppressed a grimace. There it was again: everyone just assuming he and Chewbacca were officially aboard this leaky ship. “Fine,” he said. “Well be there when were finished.”

Leia raised her eyebrows slightly, and for a second he thought she was going to remind him of his place. But maybe she remembered in time that he didnt really have one. “Well see you then,” she said, and moved off.

“Trouble?” Luke asked from behind him.

Han turned to see the kid walking toward him. “No more than usual,” he said. “Why?”

“Leia looked like she was worried.”

“Her Royal Highness is always worried,” Han growled, annoyed in spite of himself. Ever since theyd pulled the Princess off the Death Star, Luke had been mooning over her, and ever since Yavin hed fancied they had the kind of deep spiritual connection where he could sense her moods and feelings.

Or maybe it was part of this whole Jedi Knight kick hed gotten on. Sometimes it was hard for Han to figure out which part of Lukes personality was the most annoying.

Still, the kid was mostly okay. Better than a lot of the people Han had had to deal with over the years.

“Shes got a lot of responsibility,” Luke reminded him quietly. “And Alderaan wasnt all that long ago.”

Han grimaced. The kid was right, of course. Leia had been too busy right then to react much, but ever since Yavin shed had more than enough time for the grief and horror of her worlds destruction to start weighing in.

And if it came to that, Luke had had a couple of recent kicks in the teeth, too, what with first losing his aunt and uncle and then watching old man Kenobi get killed right in front of him. The least Han could do was cut them some slack. Both of them. “Yeah, I know,” he said. “By the way, our glorious Supreme Commander wants us in the command center when we have time.”

“Great,” Luke said, visibly brightening at the prospect of another assignment. “Lets go. Chewie can direct the rest of the unloading.”

Jump when ordered. The old military adage ran through Hans mind. Ask “how high?” on the way up. Whatever reservations Han might still have about this Rebellion, Luke had clearly jumped in with both feet.

Had jumped, was on his way up, and wasnt even bothering to ask how high.

Cut them some slack, Han reminded himself firmly. Lots of slack. “Sure,” he said. “Lets see what Her Highest Highness wants.”

Mon Mothma was a regal-looking woman with short auburn hair and pale greenish blue eyes. She wore a simple white robe decorated only by a medallion of some sort around her neck. Seated at the head of the plotting table, flanked by General Rieekan on her right and Leia on her left, she was exactly what Luke would expect to find as the head of the Rebel Alliance: warm, strong, and determined.

“Thank you for your time here today, Captain Solo; Master Sky-walker,” she said, nodding gravely to each of them in turn. “Both of you have served the Rebellion bravely, and the entire galaxy owes you a great debt. Now Ive come here to ask you to perform yet another service for us.”

Glancing at Han, Luke saw the wary look in his eye and the slight curl to his lip. “Wed be delighted-” he began.

“Were listening,” Han cut him off.

Luke winced. But Mon Mothma either didnt notice the brusqueness or else chose to ignore it. “As you know, the Rebel Alliance is made up of many groups that once fought their own individual wars against Emperor Palpatines tyranny,” she said. “It was only when we began uniting and coordinating our efforts-”

“We know the history,” Han interrupted again. “Whats the mission?”

Beside Mon Mothma, Leia stirred in her chair, glaring at Han in silent warning. But again, if Mon Mothma was irritated or insulted, she gave no sign.

“One of our member groups, the Republic Redux, is led by an Adarian named Yeeru Chivkyrie,” the older woman said. “He has a proposal that he believes will give a strong boost to the Rebellion.”

“Boosts are good,” Han said. “Whats the problem?”

“The problem,” Mon Mothma said, “is that the leaders of two of the sectors other groups are as strongly opposed to the project as Chivkyrie is in favor of it.”

“How strongly?” Han asked.

Mon Mothmas lips compressed briefly. “Theyre threatening to pull out if Chivkyries plan is accepted.”

“Are they worth keeping?” Han asked.

Luke looked at him in disbelief. “What kind of question is that?”

“A perfectly good one,” Han said, sounding a little defensive. “I thought the reason we pulled the Teardrop listening post out was because the Alliance didnt have much of anything going on in Shelsha.”

“Actually, Skywalker, it is a good question,” Rieekan said. “Weve had trouble getting a real foothold in the sector, partly because of cultural problems, partly because of infighting like this.”

“If you go strictly by numbers, Chivkyries group is the smallest of the three were discussing here,” Leia added.

“Adarians have a strict social tier system, which means Chivkyries recruited almost exclusively from second-tier people like himself. The rest of the populace doesnt seem interested in fighting against the Empire.”

“I thought everyone was supposed to give up this kind of infighting when they joined the Alliance,” Luke said.

“That was the agreement,” Rieekan said. “But Adarians are a stubborn people. Once theyve made up their minds, its almost impossible to change them.” He shifted his gaze to Leia. “Unless whoever has the alternative idea is from a higher tier, which is why were sending Princess Leia to try to mediate.”

“I take it you dont think much of Chivkyries scheme?” Luke asked.

“Actually, we have no idea what it is,” Rieekan said. “He refuses to discuss the matter via HoloNet, not even with encrypted transmissions. The only way were going to find out about it is for you to go to Shelsha sector and talk to him.”

It took Luke a second to notice the pronoun. Han, typically, caught it right away. “For us to go?” he asked pointedly.

“Yes,” Rieekan said, looking him square in the eye. “Id like you and Skywalker to accompany the Princess.”

Luke felt his heartbeat pick up a little. Another mission for the Rebellion-and hed get to spend time with Leia, too?

“We want to keep the whole thing as low-profile as possible,” Leia explained. “That means no Alliance ships, and no obvious Alliance personnel.”

“No obvious Alliance personnel?” Han echoed.

Luke frowned at him. What was eating Han, anyway? “She just means we dont have any official rank or status yet,” he explained, trying to be helpful.

It was, apparently, the wrong thing to say. Han flashed him an almost glare, then turned back to Rieekan. “Where exactly would we be going?”

“As the Princess said, we all want to keep it low-key, Chivkyrie included,” the general said. “He lives in Makrin City, the government seat on the capital world of Shelkonwa, but youll actually be rendezvousing in an uninhabited system a few hours flight time away.”

“We dont know if the Empires monitoring his movements,” Leia added, “but if so, he should be able to sneak away that long without triggering any alerts.”

“Assuming you can sort out the infighting without a week of discussion,” Han said.

“Shell sort it out,” Mon Mothma said, quietly confident. “Are you willing to accompany her?”

“I am,” Luke said firmly, daring to send a small smile in Leias direction. His reward was an equally subtle smile in return.

“Yeah, I suppose,” Han said, his tone far more reluctant. “When do we leave?”

“Not for another few days,” Rieekan said. “We need to get some details arranged first with Chivkyrie and the other leaders.”

“Like what shape the conference table should be?” Han suggested.

Leia and Rieekan exchanged glances. “Well let you know the schedule as soon as we have it,” the general said.“Thank you for coming.”

“And once again, the Alliance is in your debt,” Mon Mothma said.

“Right,” Han said. Standing up, he strode out of the room. Luke watched him go, wondering what exactly was going on.

It was, apparently, a universal question. “Whats bothering him?” Rieekan asked.

“I dont know,” Luke said. “He was like this on the way back from Teardrop, too.”

“Ill go talk to him,” Leia volunteered, standing up. “Thank you for your time, Mon Mothma; General Rieekan.”

“Thank you,” Mon Mothma said gravely.

“Let me know if theres anything I can do regarding Solo,” Rieekan said. “We need all the good people we can get.”

“You really think theres a good person under all that?” Leia asked drily.

“Of course there is.” Rieekan shrugged. “Somewhere.”

Leia caught up with Han at the Falcon just as the techs were carting off the last of the Teardrop equipment. “Han,” she greeted him gravely.

“Your Worshipfulness,” he countered, inclining his head to her.

With an effort, she bit down on the retort that wanted to come out. Why did he do that? He knew she hated that kind of sarcasm.

Or maybe that was why he did it. “You were a little abrupt in there,” she said instead. “And disrespectful.”

Hans lip twitched. “I didnt mean it that way,” he said. “I dont disrespect them. Well, not Rieekan, anyway-Ive seen enough bad officers to know a good one when I see him.”

“Well, if it wasnt disrespect, it was a pretty good imitation,” Leia said.

Han turned his back on her and started fiddling with a piece of equipment on the Falcons underside. “I just dont like politics,” he said over his shoulder.

“This isnt about politics, Han,” she said. “This is about survival against-”

“Of course its about politics,” he interrupted, turning back to glare at her. “Its always about politics. One Rebel leader pushes to get what he wants, the other leaders try to keep him from grabbing all the credit, and you and Mon Mothma and Rieekan try to soothe everyones ruffled feathers. Thats not survival, Princess. Thats politics.”

“Is that whats bothering you?” Leia asked, sifting rapidly through his tirade as she hunted for clues. “Youre not getting enough credit?”

“Of course Im getting enough credit,” he said. “Dont you remember that shiny medal you hung around my neck?”

Leia felt her cheeks burning. “My apologies, Captain Solo,” she ground out with more acid than shed really intended. “Im just trying to understand you.”

For the briefest fraction of a second she thought she saw something almost vulnerable in his eyes. But the moment passed, and the mask of cynical indifference dropped back into place. “Dont bother,” he advised. “Even if you did, you wouldnt believe it.”

He turned away again, his hands and eyes pretending to busy themselves with random bits of the Falcons equipment. Leia remained where she was for a few seconds, until it was clear the conversation was over. Spinning around, she strode back across the hangar floor, her cheeks still warm. Never in her life had she met a man whose strengths she so admired while at the same time wanting to strangle him with her bare hands.

Luke was waiting just outside the hangar door. “Anything?” he asked.

“Just the usual bluster,” Leia said with a sigh. “Maybe you can get something out of him.”

Lukes eyes flicked over her shoulder. “Probably better to wait until he cools down.”

“I just wish I knew what had stirred him up in the first place,” Leia said. “He talked about politics, but I know thats not the whole story.”

“Meanwhile, we have to get to Shelsha sector,” Luke said. “I hope General Rieekans got a backup plan for transport.”

“Im sure he does,” Leia said. “But weve got a few days. Maybe we can bring Han around.”

“Yeah,” Luke said doubtfully. “Maybe.”

Synopsis:

From a #1 "New York Times" bestselling Star Wars author comes a classic adventure set during the time between "A New Hope" and "The Empire Strikes Back."

Synopsis:

Never before has the incendiary mix of action, politics, and intrigue that has become Timothy Zahns trademark, been mmore evident that in this new Star Wars epic. On the heels of the stunning events chronicled in Star Wars: A New Hope, the newly minted heroes of the Rebellion-fledgling Jedi Luke Skywalker, smuggler turned reluctant freedom-fighter Han Solo, and Princess Leia Organa, a bold leader with a world to avenge-must face the harsh realities of the cataclysmic conflict into which they have so bravely plunged. From this point forward, legends will grow, treachery will abound, and lives will be irrevocably altered, in the long, hard fight to counter the fist of tyranny and restore hope to a galaxy too long in darkness.

The destruction of the Death Star by the Rebel Alliance was a decisive blow against the Empire, but Palpatine and his monstrous enforcer, Darth Vader, are no less of a threat. The brutal extermination of Alderaan not only demonstrated the magnitude of their murderous power, but served as a chilling testament to their resolve to crush the Rebel uprising. Standing against them, Skywalker, Solo, and the Princess remain uncertain opponents. Luke is gifted and brave, but unschooled in the power he possesses. Han has doubts about waging someone elses war-and his contentiousness is one more burden for Leia to bear as she struggles to help keep the Rebellion alive. The three have been sent to mediate a dispute between Rebel Alliance factions in Shelsha Sector-agitating matters by forcing Han to deal not only with pirates, but with his more dreaded enemy, politics. At the same time, Mara Jade-all of eighteen and years away from her fateful meeting with Luke-is serving her evil master, Palpatine, well in her role as the Emperors Hand: tracking suspected treachery in the Empire to what may be high places-while trying to stay out of Darth Vaders way.

But the Rebels will prove to be only one of the Empires concerns. For Imperial Stormtrooper Daric LaRone, his faith in the Empire shaken by the wanton destruction of Alderaan, will commit a sudden and violent act of defiance, and take four other enforcers with him, in a desperate bid to elude their masters wrath.

Each of these fateful actions, whether sanctioned, secret, or scandalous, will expose brutality and corruption, spur upheavals destined to shake the Empire to its core, and shape momentous events yet to come.

From the Hardcover edition.

About the Author

Timothy Zahns Star Wars novels have more than four million copies in print. Since 1978 he has written nearly seventy short stories and novelettes, twenty novels, and three short fiction collections, and won the 1984 Hugo Award for best novella. He is best known for his seven Star Wars books, Heir to the Empire, Dark Force Rising, The Last Command, Specter of the Past, Vision of the Future, Survivors Quest, and Outbound Flight. He lives with his family on the Oregon coast.

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"Synopsis" by , From a #1 "New York Times" bestselling Star Wars author comes a classic adventure set during the time between "A New Hope" and "The Empire Strikes Back."
"Synopsis" by , Never before has the incendiary mix of action, politics, and intrigue that has become Timothy Zahns trademark, been mmore evident that in this new Star Wars epic. On the heels of the stunning events chronicled in Star Wars: A New Hope, the newly minted heroes of the Rebellion-fledgling Jedi Luke Skywalker, smuggler turned reluctant freedom-fighter Han Solo, and Princess Leia Organa, a bold leader with a world to avenge-must face the harsh realities of the cataclysmic conflict into which they have so bravely plunged. From this point forward, legends will grow, treachery will abound, and lives will be irrevocably altered, in the long, hard fight to counter the fist of tyranny and restore hope to a galaxy too long in darkness.

The destruction of the Death Star by the Rebel Alliance was a decisive blow against the Empire, but Palpatine and his monstrous enforcer, Darth Vader, are no less of a threat. The brutal extermination of Alderaan not only demonstrated the magnitude of their murderous power, but served as a chilling testament to their resolve to crush the Rebel uprising. Standing against them, Skywalker, Solo, and the Princess remain uncertain opponents. Luke is gifted and brave, but unschooled in the power he possesses. Han has doubts about waging someone elses war-and his contentiousness is one more burden for Leia to bear as she struggles to help keep the Rebellion alive. The three have been sent to mediate a dispute between Rebel Alliance factions in Shelsha Sector-agitating matters by forcing Han to deal not only with pirates, but with his more dreaded enemy, politics. At the same time, Mara Jade-all of eighteen and years away from her fateful meeting with Luke-is serving her evil master, Palpatine, well in her role as the Emperors Hand: tracking suspected treachery in the Empire to what may be high places-while trying to stay out of Darth Vaders way.

But the Rebels will prove to be only one of the Empires concerns. For Imperial Stormtrooper Daric LaRone, his faith in the Empire shaken by the wanton destruction of Alderaan, will commit a sudden and violent act of defiance, and take four other enforcers with him, in a desperate bid to elude their masters wrath.

Each of these fateful actions, whether sanctioned, secret, or scandalous, will expose brutality and corruption, spur upheavals destined to shake the Empire to its core, and shape momentous events yet to come.

From the Hardcover edition.

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