DESPERATE CHARGE
Callista stood behind Han, gripping the back of his chair. The Jedi academy is under attack, she said. We have to help. We need to do whatever we can.
All right, Han said. Chewie, full forward shields. Punch it. Were gonna make a straight line.
The Millennium Falcon soared beneath the immense Knight Hammer. A flurry of TIE fighters blocked their way, flying in a tight formation as they shot a constant pattern of blasts. Han streaked toward them at full speed. Chewbacca roared in alarm.
Oh, but, sir Threepio cried.
I see em, Han said. Theyll move.
The TIE fighters held their position, still firing. The Falcons forward shield began to weaken, but Han plunged onward, right down their throats.
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To Lillie E. Mitchell
who does so much of the invisible work on
these books, allowing me the freedom and the
energy to tell my stories as fast as they want
to come out of my head
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
I would like to pass along my very special thanks to Barbara Hambly, for helping me with Callista and for giving me such a perfect springboard for Darksaber.
I am especially indebted to the imagination and artwork of Ralph McQuarrie. Much of this novel is tied closely to work we developed during the creation of The Illustrated Star Wars Universe, which provided much inspiration.
Nar Shaddaa and Nal Hutta just wouldnt be the same without the work done by Tom Veitch and Cam Kennedy in their Dark Empire graphic novels.
Kenneth C. Flint helped with the Tatooine portion of the story; Timothy Zahn gave me guidance with Pellaeon; Bill Smith and West End Games provided detailed background material on the Hutts and on Crix Madine. The Usual SuspectsTom Dupree, Lucy Wilson, Sue Rostoni, Allan Kauschmade this project possible in the first place and assisted along the way.
And my wife, Rebecca Moesta, helped far morein ways both obvious and not so obviousthan I could possibly describe on the rest of this page. I love you.
Contents
The time is eight years after the battle of Endor.
Grand Admiral Thrawn and the resurrected Emperor have been defeated and their forces scattered, leaving only bickering warlords to fight over the scraps of Imperial war machinery deep in the Core Systems, far behind enemy lines. The renegade Admiral Daala is believed dead, but with her lone remaining Star Destroyer she has limped back to the shelter of the tattered Empire, where she hopes one day to return to the fight for lost Imperial territory.
On Yavin 4 Luke Skywalker has formed an academy to reestablish the Jedi Knights, former guardians of the Old Republic. He has already taught many students how to use their powers with the Force; more candidates come, while others decide to go forth and help safeguard the fragile alliance of the New Republic.
In recent months Luke has destroyed the automated Dreadnought, the Eye of Palpatine, and rescued the spirit of the Jedi woman Callista, who was trapped in the Dreadnaughts computer for decades. Luke has fallen deeply in love with her, even as she inhabits the body of one of his lost students. Though Callista is now alive again and free to love Luke Skywalker, she has inexplicably lost all of her Jedi powers in the ordeal.
Luke is desperate to find some way for Callista to get her abilities back. No matter where the search may lead him.
TATOOINE
CHAPTER 1
The banthas plodded in single file, leaving only a narrow trail of scuffed footprints across the dunes.
Twin suns hammered down on the procession. Waves of heat rippled like cloaking shields, blurring the distance and making an oven of the Dune Sea. Indigenous creatures took shelter in whatever shadow they could find until the firestorm of afternoon trickled away into the cooler dusk.
The banthas moved with no noise other than the muffled crunching of their footsteps in the sand. Swathed in strips of cloth, the Tusken Raiders astride the shaggy beasts looked from side to side, keeping watch.
Wrapped entirely in bandages, yet still uneasy about the disguise, Han Solo looked out through narrow metal tubes designed to shield the eyes from blowing grit. His mouth was covered with a corroded metal filter for the sand; the filter contained a small internal moisturizer to make Tatooines fiery air more breathable. The other Sand People had tiny ventilators studded around their desert coverings. Only their strongest survived to adulthood, and they prided themselves on it.
Han rode on his bantha, hoping to remain inconspicuous in the middle of the procession. The hairy beast swayed as it walked, and Han tried not to clutch its scalloped, curving horns more often than the other Tusken Raiders did. The banthas sharp back ridges were covered with matted fur, and the disconcertingly thin saddle made the ride excruciatingly uncomfortable.
Han swallowed, taking another sip of his precious water and biting back a complaint. This had, after all, been his own crazy suggestion. He just hadnt expected Luke Skywalker would be so eager to agree, and now Han was stuck. The mission was vital to the New Republic, and he had to follow through.
With a muttered command, the lead Raider urged his bantha to greater speed. The procession trudged through fine sand, winding along the crest of a shifting dune that stood like a towering sentinel in the arid ocean. Han did not grasp the dunes great size until they had ascended for the better part of an hour without reaching the top.
The suns grew even hotter, if that were possible. The banthas coughed and snorted, but the Sand People were focused on a mission.
Han swallowed, trying to ease his parched throat. Finally, he could remain silent no longer and whispered into the short-range transmitter implanted in his breathmask. Luke, whats goin on? he said. Ive got a bad feeling about whatever theyre up to.
It took Luke Skywalker a moment to respond. Han watched the thin rider two banthas ahead of him sit up straighter; Luke seemed far more comfortable in his disguise than Han felt. Of course, Luke had grown up on Tatooinebut the young mans voice now sounded bone weary as it came over the voice pickup in Hans ear.