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Star Wars: Survivor's Quest (Star Wars)

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CHAPTER 1

The Imperial Star Destroyer moved silently through the blackness of space, its lights dimmed, its huge sublight engines blazing with the urgency of its mission.

The man standing on the command walkway could feel the rumble of those engines through his boots as he listened to the muttered conversation from the crew pits below him. The conversation sounded worried, too, as worried as he himself felt.

Though for entirely different reasons. For him, this was a personal matter, the frustration of a professional dealing with fallible beings and the capriciousness of a universe that refused to always live up to ones preconceived notions as to what was fitting and proper. An error had been made, possibly a very serious error. And as with all errors, there would likely be unpleasant consequences riding in its wake.

From the starboard crew pit came a muffled curse, and he stifled a grimace. None of that mattered to the Star Destroyers crew. Their worries stemmed solely from their performance, and whether they would be facing a pat on the back or a boot in the rear at journeys end.

Or possibly they were merely worried about the sublight engines blowing up. On this ship, one never knew.

He shifted his attention downward, his gaze leaving the grandeur of the starscape and coming to rest on the bow of the Star Destroyer stretching out more than a kilometer in front of him. He could remember the days when the mere sight of one of these ships would send shivers up the spines of the bravest of fighters and the most arrogant of smugglers.

But those days were gone, hopefully forever. The Empire had been rehabilitated, though of course many within the New Republic still refused to believe that. Under Supreme Commander Pellaeons firm guidance, the Empire had signed a treaty with the New Republic, and was no longer any more threatening than the Bothans or the Corporate Sector or anyone else.

Almost unwillingly, he smiled as he gazed along the Star Destroyers long prow. Of course, even in the old days of the Empire, this particular ship would probably have inspired more bewilderment than fear.

It was, after all, hard to take a bright red Star Destroyer very seriously.

From behind him, audible even over the rumble of the engines, came the sound of clumping boots. “Okay, Karrde,” Booster Terrik grunted as he came to a halt at his side. “The comms finally fixed. You can transmit whenever you want.”

“Thank you,” Talon Karrde said, turning back toward the crew pits and trying hard not to blame Booster for the state his equipment was in. An Imperial Star Destroyer was a huge amount of ship to take care of, and Booster never had nearly enough personnel to do the job right. “Hsishi?” he called. “Go.”

[Yes, Chieftain,] the Togorian called back from the comm board, her fur fluffing slightly as her clawed fingers touched the keys. [Transmission complete. Shall I begin alerting the rest of the network now?]

“Yes,” Karrde said. “Thank you.”

Hsishi nodded and returned her attention to the board.

With that, Karrde knew, hed done all he could for the moment. Turning again to face the stars, he folded his arms across his chest and tried hard to cultivate his patience. “Itll be all right,” Booster murmured from beside him. “Well be around this star in half an hour and be able to jump to lightspeed. We can be in the Domgrin system in two standard days, tops.”

“Assuming the hyperdrive doesnt break down again.” Karrde waved a hand. “Sorry. Im just—you understand.”

“Sure,” Booster said. “But relax, all right? This is Luke and Mara were talking about, not some fresh-hatched Neimoidian grubs. Whatevers going on, theyre not going to be caught flat-footed.”

“Maybe,” Karrde said. “Though even Jedi can be surprised.” He shook his head. “But thats not the point, is it? The point is that I messed up. I dont like it when that happens.”

Booster shrugged his massive shoulders. “Like any of the rest of us do?” he asked pointedly. “You have to face the facts, Karrde, and Fact Number One is that you simply cant know everyone who works for you anymore.”

Karrde glared out at the mockingly cheerful red ship stretched out in front of him. But Booster was right. This whole thing had gotten completely out of hand.

Hed started out modestly enough, merely offering to provide timely information to the leaders of the New Republic and Empire so that both sides could be assured that the other wasnt plotting against them. And for the first couple of years everything had gone just fine.

The trouble had come when the various planetary and sector governments within the New Republic had woken up to the benefits of this handy service and decided they wanted aboard, too. After the near civil war that had broken out over the Caamas Document, Karrde hadnt really felt like turning them down, and with permission from his clients on Coruscant and Bastion hed gone ahead and expanded his operations.

Which naturally meant expanding his personnel as well. In retrospect, he supposed, it had only been a matter of time before something like this happened. He just wished it hadnt happened to Luke and Mara. “Maybe not,” he told Booster. “But even if I cant handle everything personally, its still my responsibility.”

“Ah,” Booster said knowingly. “So its your pride thats hurt, is it?”

Karrde eyed his old friend. “Tell me, Booster. Has anyone ever told you youre truly irritating when you try to be sympathetic?”

“Yeah, the subjects come up once or twice,” Booster said, grinning. He slapped Karrdes back. “Come on. Lets go down to the Transis Corridor and Ill buy you a drink.”

“Assuming the drink dispensers are working today,” Karrde murmured as they headed back along the command walkway.

“Well, yeah,” Booster conceded. “Always assuming that.” ...

As cantinas went, Mara Jade Skywalker thought as she sipped her drink, this was definitely one of the strangest shed ever been in.

Part of that might simply have been due to the locale. Here in the Outer Rim, culture and style werent exactly up to the standards of Coruscant and the rest of the Core Worlds. That might explain the gaudy wall hangings juxtaposed with ancient plumbing woven around modern drink dispensers, all of it set against a background decor consisting mainly of polished droid parts dating back to before the Clone Wars.

As for the unbreakable mugs and the heavy, stone-topped table she was seated at, the smoothed-over blaster scars in the walls and ceiling were more than enough explanation. When the patrons dived under the tables in the middle of a firefight, they would want those tables to afford them some protection. And they wouldnt want to find themselves sitting on bits of broken crockery, either.

There was no rationale at all, of course, for the very loud, very off-key music.

A brush of air touched her shoulder, and a heavyset man appeared from behind her, pushing his way through the milling crowd. “Sorry,” he huffed as he circled the table and landed his bulk back in the seat across from her. “Business, business, business. Never lets up for a minute.”

“I suppose not,” Mara agreed. He didnt fool her for a second; even without Force sensitivity she would have spotted the furtiveness hidden behind the noise and bustle. Jerf Huxley, master smuggler and minor terror of the Outer Rim, was up to something unpleasant.

The only question was how unpleasant he was planning for that something to be.

“Yeah, its crazy out here,” Huxley went on, taking a noisy swallow of the drink hed left behind when he hurried off on the mysterious errand that had taken him away from their table. “ Course, you know all that. Or at least you used to.” He eyed her over the rim of his mug. “Whats so funny?”

“Oh, nothing,” Mara said, not bothering to erase the smile that had caught the others attention. “I was just thinking about what a trusting person you are.”

“What do you mean?” he asked, frowning.

“Your drink,” Mara said, gesturing to his mug. “You go away and leave it alone with me, and then you just come back and toss it down without even wondering if Ive put something in it.”

Huxleys lips puckered, and through the Force Mara caught a hint of his chagrin. He hadnt worried about his drink, of course, because hed had her under close surveillance the whole time he was gone. He also hadnt intended for her to know that. “All right, fine,” he said, banging the mug back onto the table. “Enough with the games. Lets hear it. Why are you here?”

With a man like this, Mara knew, there was no point in glaze- coating it. “Im here on behalf of Talon Karrde,” she said. “He wanted me to thank you for your assistance and that of your organization over the past ten years, and to inform you that your services will no longer be required.”

Huxleys face didnt even twitch. Clearly, hed already suspected this was coming. “Starting when?” he asked.

“Starting now,” Mara said. “Thanks for the drink, and Ill be on my way.”

“Not so fast,” Huxley said, lifting a hand.

Mara froze halfway to her feet. Behind Huxley, blasters had abruptly appeared in the hands of three of the men who had hitherto been minding their own business at the bar. Blasters that were, not surprisingly, pointed at her. “Sit down,” he ordered. Carefully, Mara eased back into her chair. “Was there something else?” she asked mildly.

Huxley gestured again, more emphatically this time, and the off-key background music shut off. As did all conversation. “So thats it, is it?” Huxley demanded quietly. In the sudden silence, even a soft voice seemed to ring against the battered walls. “Karrdes going to toss us aside, just like that?”

“I presume you read the news,” Mara said, keeping her voice calm. All around her, she could sense the single-minded animosity of the crowd. Huxley had apparently stocked the place with his friends and associates. “Karrdes getting out of the smuggling business. Has been, for the past three years. He doesnt need your services anymore.”

“Yeah, he doesnt need,” Huxley said with a sniff. “What about what we need?”

“I dont know,” Mara said. “What do you need?”

“Maybe you dont remember what its like in the Outer Rim, Jade,” Huxley said, leaning over the table toward her. “But out here, you dont split things three ways against the ends. You work for one group, period, or you dont work at all. We burned our skyarches behind us years ago when we started working for Karrde. If he pulls out, what are we supposed to do?”

“I expect youll have to make new arrangements,” Mara said. “Look, you had to have known this was coming. Karrdes made no secret of the direction hes been taking.”

“Yeah, right,” Huxley said contemptuously. “Like anyone believed hed really go straight.”

He drew himself up. “So you want to know what we need? Fine. What we need is something to tide us over until we can get back in the business with someone else.”

So there it was: a simple and straightforward pocket-shake. Nothing subtle from this bunch. “How much?” she asked.

“Five hundred thousand.” His lip twisted slightly. “In cash credits.”

Mara kept her face expressionless. Shed come here prepared for something like this, but that number was way beyond reason. “And where exactly do you expect me to get this little tide-me-over?” she asked. “I dont carry that much spending money on me.”

“Dont get cute,” Huxley growled. “You know as well as I do that Karrdes got a sector clearinghouse over on Gonmore. Theyll have all the credits there we need.”

He dug into a pocket and produced a hold-out blaster. “Youre going to call and tell them to bring it to us,” he said, leveling the weapon at her face across the table. “Half a million. Now.”

“Really.” Casually, keeping her hands visible, Mara turned her head to look behind her. Most of the cantinas nonsmuggler patrons had already made a quiet exit, she noted, or else had gathered into groups on either side of the confrontation, staying well out of the potential lines of fire. Of more immediate concern was the group of about twenty humans and aliens who had spread themselves out in a semicircle directly behind her, all of them with weapons trained on her back.

All of them also showing varying degrees of wariness, she noted with a certain malicious amusement. Her reputation had apparently preceded her. “You throw an interesting party, Huxley,” she said, turning back to face the smuggler chief. “But you dont really think youre equipped to deal with a Jedi, do you?”

Huxley smiled. A very evil smile. A surprisingly evil smile, actually, given the circumstances. “Matter of fact, yeah, I do.” He raised his voice. “Bats?”

Product Details

ISBN:
9780345459169
Author:
Zahn, Timothy
Publisher:
LucasBooks
Location:
New York
Subject:
Science fiction
Subject:
Life on other planets
Subject:
Science Fiction - Space Opera
Subject:
Science Fiction - Star Wars
Subject:
Star Wars fiction
Subject:
Solo, han (fictitious character)
Subject:
Skywalker, Luke
Subject:
Solo, Han
Subject:
Leia, Princess
Subject:
Science / Space Opera
Copyright:
Edition Number:
1st ed.
Edition Description:
Random House Hardcover
Series:
Star Wars
Series Volume:
98-01
Publication Date:
20040203
Binding:
Hardback
Grade Level:
General/trade
Language:
English
Illustrations:
Y
Pages:
384
Dimensions:
9.36x6.40x1.22 in. 1.39 lbs.

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Product details 384 pages Del Rey Books - English 9780345459169 Reviews:
"Synopsis" by , Sometimes it seems a Jedis work is never done and Luke and Mara Jade Skywalker know this only too well. Despite the bond they share in the Force, after three years of marriage the Jedi Master and his wife are still learning the ropes of being a couple—and struggling to find time together between the constant demands of duty. But all that will change when theyre united on an unexpected mission—and must pool their exceptional skills to combat an insidious enemy . . . and salvage a part of Jedi history.

It begins with a message from a surprising source: Nirauan, the planet where Thrawn, dangerous disciple of Emperor Palpatine, once held sway . . . and from which Luke and Mara barely escaped with their lives. The message itself is shocking. After fifty years, the remains of Outbound Flight—a pioneering Jedi expedition viciously destroyed by Thrawn—have been found on Nirauan. Now, the fiercely honor-bound aliens who reside there wish to turn over the remnants of the doomed mission to the New Republic. Accepting the gesture will mean a long voyage into the treacherous cluster of stars where the thousands of souls aboard the Outbound Flight vessel met their grim fate. But it may also mean something more . . . something that has stirred an inexplicable sense of foreboding in Mara.

Whatever may await, the Skywalkers will not face it alone. Joining them on the strange and solemn journey are an officer of the post-Palpatine Empire, escorted by a detachment of Imperial stormtroopers; a party of diplomats from a gentle alien species that reveres the fallen Jedi for saving them from bloodthirsty conquerors; and a New Republic ambassador who harbors his own mysterious agenda.

Soon enough, suspicion, secrecy, and an unknown saboteur run rampant aboard the isolated ship. But it is within the derelict walls of Outbound Flight itself, buried for half a century on a desolate planetoid, where the gravest danger lies. As the marooned hulk yields up stunning revelations and unexpected terrors to its visitors, Luke and Mara find all they stand for—and their very existence—brutally challenged. And the ultimate test will be surviving the deathtrap carefully laid by foes who are legendary for their ruthlessness . . . and determined to complete the job Thrawn began: exterminating the Jedi.

"Synopsis" by , The bestselling "Star Wars" author of all time presents a stand-alone "Star Wars" adventure as Luke Skywalker makes a pilgrimage to the Unknown Regions to collect the remains of the legendary Outbound Flight Project.
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