Star Wars: The Rising Storm (The High Republic)
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NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER The heroes of the High Republic era return to face a shattered peace and a fearsome foe, following the dramatic events of Light of the Jedi.
In the wake of the hyperspace disaster and the heroism of the Jedi, the Republic...
In the wake of the hyperspace disaster and the heroism of the Jedi, the Republic...
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NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER The heroes of the High Republic era return to face a shattered peace and a fearsome foe, following the dramatic events of Light of the Jedi.In the wake of the hyperspace disaster and the heroism of the Jedi, the Republic continues to grow, bringing more worlds together under a single unified banner. Under the leadership of Chancellor Lina Soh, the spirit of unity extends throughout the galaxy, with the Jedi and the newly established Starlight Beacon station at the vanguard.
In celebration, the chancellor plans the Republic Fair, a showcase of the possibilities and the peace of the expanding Republic a peace the Jedi hope to foster. Stellan Gios, Bell Zettifar, Elzar Mann, and others join the event as ambassadors of harmony. But as the eyes of the galaxy turn toward the fair, so too does the fury of the Nihil. Their leader, Marchion Ro, is intent on destroying this unity. His storm descends on the pageantry and celebration, sowing chaos and exacting revenge.
As the Jedi struggle to curb the carnage of the rampaging Nihil, they come face-to-face with the true fear their enemy plans to unleash across the galaxy the kind of fear from which even the Force cannot shield them.
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Chapter OneThe Rystan Badlands
A comet plowed into the ice field, setting off a devastating chain reaction. Asteroids and space rocks bounced off one another like billiard balls. The only difference here was that most of the balls weighed millions of tons and could crush a ship like an egg. Those that weren t completely obliterated by the impacts were reduced to razor-sharp shards that only added to the wave of destruction.
No spacer entered the Rystan Badlands lightly. The ice field was filled with the twisted wreckage of cruisers that had attempted to run the gauntlet of colliding planetoids and failed. On a good day it was a dangerous, idiotic endeavor. On a bad day it was suicide.
Today was a very bad day.
The Squall Spider bucked as it weaved through the spinning rocks. The craft was small, barely larger than a shuttle, but it was fast and as maneuverable as any of the Jedi s famed Vectors. In fact, anyone watching the strange arachnid-like craft could have been forgiven in thinking that a Jedi sat at the controls. Who else could have negotiated the ever-shifting starscape, weaving left and then right to avoid being pulverized by giant balls of ice? But the being in the pilot s seat couldn t have been further from a Jedi. The Jedi were the defenders of life and light the galaxy over. They lived for others, never for themselves, maintaining peace and harmony wherever they roamed. In short, they were heroes.
Udi Dis, on the other hand, had been born a Talortai but now only identified as a Nihil. As broad as he was tall, the avian had dedicated his life to piracy and plunder, taking what he wanted and decimating whatever was left. It wasn t a noble life, but it was the only one he knew, and it had given him a place in the universe that had repeatedly spat in his face.
The only thing Dis had in common with the Jedi was his connection to the Force. Many Talortai were sensitive to the energy field that bound the universe together,
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but few of his species ever made use of it, the cowards. They said it wasn t their right, that to do so was somehow immoral. Dis had never understood why. If you were lucky enough to have abilities, shouldn t you use them, hone them to gain an advantage over those who didn t? This was why the majority of Talortai were doomed to remain where they were, scratching out a meager existence on Talor while he was out here in the stars. Sure, he had been let down many times, sometimes by others, most often by himself, but the Force had never betrayed him, not once. Life would have been better if he hadn t gotten himself addicted to reedug, but for now he was sober and had never felt so alive.
Dis clutched the controls with clawed hands, his muscled arms bunching as he slewed the Spider sharply to starboard, skillfully avoiding the debris that, with a lesser pilot at the helm, would have killed everyone on board. But Dis knew the badlands like the back of his feathered hand, even though he had never flown them before. All Talortai had an innate sense of direction, feeling the vibrations of the cosmos in their bones, but Dis s navigational skills were off the chart. Thanks to his talents, he could feel the location of every asteroid in the field. He didn t need maps or even a navidroid. All he needed was the Force.
Behind him, the door to the Spider s cockpit slid open, stale air gushing from the planet-hopper s cramped corridors. Dis didn t turn to see who it was. There was no need. He heard the scrape of the boots on the deck plates, felt the swish of the cloak through the air, Dis s feathers ruffling in response to the presence of the man he had pledged to serve for the rest of his life.
Marchion Ro.
The Eye of the Nihil.
Had he been surprised when Ro approached him about this mission? Of course he had. He had no idea the
Dis clutched the controls with clawed hands, his muscled arms bunching as he slewed the Spider sharply to starboard, skillfully avoiding the debris that, with a lesser pilot at the helm, would have killed everyone on board. But Dis knew the badlands like the back of his feathered hand, even though he had never flown them before. All Talortai had an innate sense of direction, feeling the vibrations of the cosmos in their bones, but Dis s navigational skills were off the chart. Thanks to his talents, he could feel the location of every asteroid in the field. He didn t need maps or even a navidroid. All he needed was the Force.
Behind him, the door to the Spider s cockpit slid open, stale air gushing from the planet-hopper s cramped corridors. Dis didn t turn to see who it was. There was no need. He heard the scrape of the boots on the deck plates, felt the swish of the cloak through the air, Dis s feathers ruffling in response to the presence of the man he had pledged to serve for the rest of his life.
Marchion Ro.
The Eye of the Nihil.
Had he been surprised when Ro approached him about this mission? Of course he had. He had no idea the
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Autoren-Porträt von Cavan Scott
Cavan Scott is the New York Times bestselling author of Star Wars: The High Republic: The Rising Storm, Star Wars: Dooku: Jedi Lost, The Patchwork Devil and the hit supernatural comic book series Shadow Service. One of the five story architects for Lucasfilm s bestselling multimedia initiative, Star Wars: The High Republic, Cavan has written comics for Marvel, DC Comics, Dark Horse, IDW, 2000AD and more. A former magazine editor, he lives in the United Kingdom with his wife and daughters. His lifelong passions include folklore, audio drama, the music of David Bowie and scary movies. He owns far too much LEGO.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Cavan Scott
- 2021, Internationale Ausgabe, 448 Seiten, Maße: 15,8 x 23,3 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Del Rey
- ISBN-10: 0593357310
- ISBN-13: 9780593357316
- Erscheinungsdatum: 21.06.2021
Sprache:
Englisch
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