* JEDI SEARCH *
* The Jedi Academy Trilogy *
Volume 1
By
Kevin J. Anderson
As the war between the Republic and the scattered remnants of the Empire
continues, two children--the Jedi twins--will come into their powers in a
universe on the brink of vast changes and challenges. In this time of
turmoil and discovery, an extraordinary new Star Wars saga begins....
While Luke Skywalker takes the first step toward setting up an academy to
train a new order of Jedi Knights, Han Solo and Chewbacca are taken prisoner
on the planet
Kessel and forced to work in the fathomless depths of a spice mine. But when
Han and Chewie break away, they flee desperately to a secret Imperial
research laboratory surrounded by a cluster of black holes--and go from one
danger to a far greater one. ...
On Kessel, Luke picks up the trail of his two friends, only to come
face-to-face with a weapon so awesome, it can wipe out an entire solar
system. It is a death ship called the
Sun Crusher, invented by a reclusive genius and piloted by none other than
Han himself. ...
_ About the Author _
For the past ten years Kevin J. Anderson has worked as a technical editor
and writer at the large government research lab, Lawrence Livermore National
Laboratory ... which he insists has nothing to do with the large Imperial
research lab, Maw Installation, in Jedi Search. He is also the author of 18
science fiction or fantasy books, including three co-written with Doug
Beason for Bantam--Lifeline, The Trinity Paradox, and Assemblers of
Infinity. His works have appeared on numerous Best of the Year lists, as
well as preliminary or final ballots for the Nebula and Bram Stoker Awards.
In addition to the three novels in the "Jedi Academy" trilogy, he is also at
work on various other Star Wars projects, including The Illustrated Star
Wars Universe, an art book featuring 25 new paintings by artist Ralph
McQuarrie showing daily life on the planets in the Star Wars Universe. He is
also editing three anthologies of short stories, the first of which--Tales
from the Star Wars Cantina--tells the stories of all the bizarre characters
from the Cantina scene.
* OTHER BOOKS BY *
* KEVIN J. ANDERSON *
Resurrection, Inc.
Gamearth
Gameplay
Game's End
Star Wars: Jedi Search
Star Wars: Dark Apprentice
Star Wars: Champions of the Force
* by * * Kevin J. Anderson and *
* Doug Beason *
Lifeline
The Trinity Paradox
Assemblers of Infinity
* by * * Kristine Kathryn Rusch and *
* Kevin J. Anderson *
* Acknowledgments *
Lucy Autrey Wilson of Lucasfilm Licensing for keeping watch over a million
things at once and for suggesting new things faster than I could possibly
implement the old ones; my wife Rebecca for all her brainstorming and her
sharp editing skills--and her love; Bill Smith for his suggestions and the
invaluable Star Wars source material available from West End Games; Ralph
McQuarrie for his wild ideas and imagination that sparked more than one
avalanche of possibilities; Dave Willoughby for his help in alien geology
and the other Star Wars authors Tom Veitch, Dave Wolverton, Timothy Zahn,
and Kathy Tyers for helping my story fit in with theirs.
* Dedication *
To my editor
Betsy Mitchell,
for giving me the opportunity to play
in such a vast and entertaining universe
and for helping shape my work into
the best it could be.
* JEDI SEARCH *
* *
The black hole cluster near Kessel reached out for the Millennium Falcon
with jaws of gravity, drawing it close. Even in the mottled blur of
hyperspace, Han Solo could see the huge distortion as a bruised whirlpool,
trying to suck them down to infinity.
"Hey, Chewie! Don't you think that's too close?" He stared at the Falcon's
navicomputer, wishing they had chosen a course that would take them a safer
distance from the Maw. "What do you think this is, an old smuggling mission?
We got nothing to hide this time."
Beside him, Chewbacca looked disappointed and grunted an excuse, waving his
hairy paws in the stifling air of the cockpit.
"Yeah, well we're on an official mission this time. No more skulking about.
Try to act dignified, okay?"
Chewbacca groaned a skeptical reply, then turned to his navigational
screens.
Han felt a pang at returning to his old haunts, reminded of when he had been
just on the other side of the law, running spice, being chased by Imperial
scout ships. When his life had been free and easy.
On one of those frantic missions, he and Chewbacca had practically shaved
the bottom plating off the Falcon, taking a shortcut and skimming closer to
the Maw cluster of black holes than had ever before been recorded. Sensible
pilots avoided the area, using longer paths that kept them clear of the
black holes, but the Falcon's speed had carried them to safety on the other
side, making the Kessel run in under twelve parsecs. But that "guaranteed
sure thing" mission had ended in disaster anyway; Han had dumped his load of
spice just before being boarded by Imperials.
This time, though, Han was returning to Kessel under different
circumstances. His wife Leia had appointed him an official representative of
the New Republic, an ambassador of sorts, though the title seemed somewhat
honorary.
But even an honorary title had its advantages. Han and Chewbacca no longer
had to dodge scout ships, or duck under planetary sensor nets, or use the
secret compartments under the deck plates. Han Solo found himself in the
unlikely, and uncomfortable, position of being respectable. There was no
other word for it.
But Han's new responsibilities weren't just quaint annoyances. He was
married to Leia--who could have imagined that?--and he had three children.
Han leaned back in his flight chair and locked his hands behind his head. He
allowed a wistful smile to cross his face. He had visited the kids as often
as he could, in their protective isolation on a secret planet, and the twins
were due to come home to Coruscant in a week. Anakin, the third little baby,
had filled him with wonder as he tickled the tiny ribs, watching an
expression of amusement cross the infant's face.
Han Solo, a father figure? Leia had said a long time ago that she liked
"nice men"--and that was exactly what Han was turning into!
He caught Chewbacca looking at him out of the corner of his eye.
Embarrassed, Han sat up straight and frowned down at the controls. "Where
are we? Shouldn't it be about time to end this jump?"
Chewie growled an affirmative, then reached out with a furry paw to grasp
the h
yperspace controls. The Wookiee watched the numbers tick away on his
control panel; at the appropriate moment he hauled backward on the lever
that dropped them back into normal space.
The mottled coloring of hyperspace fanned into starlines with a roar that
Han felt more than heard; then they were surrounded by the expected tapestry
of stars.
Behind them the spectacle of the Maw looked like a garish finger painting as
ionized gas plunged into multiple black holes. Directly in front of the
Falcon, Han saw the blue-white glare of Kessel's sun. As the ship rotated to
align them with the ecliptic, Kessel itself came into view, potato-shaped
and maned with the tendrils of escaping atmosphere, orbited by a large moon
that had once housed a garrison of Imperial troopers.
"Right on target, Chewie," Han said. "Now let me have the controls."
Kessel looked like a wraith coasting along its orbit, too small to hold on
to its own atmosphere. Huge generating factories constantly processed the
raw rocks to release oxygen and carbon dioxide, making it possible for
people to survive outside with simple breath masks instead of total
environment suits. A good portion of the newly manufactured atmosphere
escaped into space, wisping behind the small planet like the tail of a giant
comet.
Chewbacca barked a short, nasal comment.
Han nodded. "Yeah, it looks great from up here. Too bad it's so different
when you get a closer look. I never liked the place."
Kessel was a major planet for spice production and seat of heavy smuggling
activities, as well as the site for one of the toughest prisons in the
galaxy. The Empire had controlled spice production except for what smugglers
managed to steal from under Imperial noses. But with the fall of the
Emperor, the smugglers and the prisoners in the Imperial Correction Facility
took over the planet.
Kessel had laid low during the depredations of Grand Admiral Thrawn and the
recent resurrection of the Emperor, keeping quiet and trying hard not to be
noticed, answering no one's request for help.
A low growl rumbled in Chewie's throat.
Han sighed and shook his head, "Look, I'm not happy about going back there
either, buddy. But things are different now, and we're the best people to do
it."
With the civil war ended and the New Republic once again firmly seated on
Coruscant, leaving scattered groups of Imperial warships to fight each
other, it was time to reopen negotiations. Better to get them on our side
than to let them sell out wherever they can, Han thought, which is what
they'll probably do anyway. As representative of the new unified smugglers,
Luke's old nemesis Mara Jade had tried to contact Kessel and been flatly
rebuffed.
The Millennium Falcon approached Kessel, firing aft thrusters to help them
catch up with the planet's motion, preparing for insertion into orbit. On
the helm's scanner screens, Han checked their approach. "Vectoring in," he
said.
Chewie made a quick comment and pointed at the screens. Han looked down to
see blips already in orbit around the planet, emerging from the blanketing
clouds of the atmosphere. "I see 'em. Looks like about a half dozen ships.
Too far away to determine the types."
Han brushed aside Chewie's uneasy growl. "Well, then we'll just tell them
who we are. Don't worry. Why do you think Leia made such a fuss about
getting us proper diplomatic ID signals and everything?"
He switched on the New Republic beacon that automatically pinged out their
identification in Basic and several other languages. To his surprise, the
orbiting ships changed their vector in unison and increased speed to
intercept the Falcon.
"Hey!" Han shouted, then realized he had not switched on the audio pickup.
Chewie roared. Han toggled the switch on. "This is Han Solo of the New
Republic ship Millennium Falcon. We are on a diplomatic mission." His mind
raced, wondering what words a real diplomat would use. "Uh, please state
your intentions."
The two closest ships raced in, first growing indistinct points of light,
then taking on shapes. "Chewie, I think you'd better get our forward
deflector shields up. I've got a bad feeling about this."
He reached for the communications switch as Chewbacca brought up the
shields, but then he looked through the front viewport. The two incoming
ships roared toward him at unbelievable speed, spreading out on either side.
The sight of their squared-off solar panels and central pilot compartments
turned Han's blood to ice water.
TIE fighters.
"Chewie, get over here. I'm taking the laser cannon." Before the Wookiee
could reply, Han hauled himself up the access tube into the gun well. He
grabbed on to the gunner's chair, trying to reorient himself in the new
gravity field.
The TIE fighters came in for a two-pronged attack, spreading above and below
the Falcon and firing their lasers. As the ship lurched from the impact, Han
managed to throw himself into the gunner's chair, grabbing for the harness
buckle and strapping himself in. One of the attacking ships swooped
overhead, and the Falcon's sensor panels howled with the sound of Twin Ion
Engines, from which the TIE fighter took its name. The enemy vessel fired
again, but the beams streaked harmlessly through space.
"Chewie, take evasive action! Don't just fly straight!" The Wookiee shouted
something from below, and Han yelled back. "I don't know--you're piloting,
you figure it out!" Obviously Kessel had not rolled out the welcome mat for
them. Had some vestige of the Empire taken over the planet? If so, Han
needed to get that information back to Coruscant.
Other ships were approaching now, and somehow Han didn't think they were
coming to help. Up ahead, the two TIE fighters swooped up in a tight arc,
executing a complete one-eighty and roaring back for a second attack on the
Falcon.
But this time Han had managed to strap himself in and power up the laser
batteries. On his scope the TIE fighter made a digitized target, growing
larger. The enemy ship came closer and closer. Han tightened his grip around
the firing levers, knowing the TIE pilot would be doing the same. He waited,
feeling sweat build up on his neck. He realized he was holding his breath.
One more second. One more second. The targeting cross showed dead center on
the starboard wing of the fighter.
The instant Han pressed the firing button, Chewbacca threw the Falcon into
an evasive roll. The laser blasts went wide, spraying toward the distant
stars. The TIE fighter's shot also missed, streaking in the opposite
direction and coming perilously close to striking the second TIE fighter.
The second fighter managed to readjust his aim quickly enough that his two
shots scored the Falcon's shields. Han heard sparks spraying from the
control panels. Chewie bellowed a preliminary damage report. Aft shields
gone. Forward shields still holding well. That meant they had to take the
TIE fighters head-on.
As the first fighter swung around for a third pass, Han swivele
d his gun
turret as far as it would go and stared at the targeting screen again. This
time he would forget about finesse and perfect accuracy. He just wanted to
blast the sucker. His lasers were fully charged, and he could afford to
waste a few shots, as long as this wasn't going to be a prolonged battle.
As soon as the targeting cross touched the image of the fighter, Han
squeezed his firing buttons at full power, strafing his deadly laser across
the path of the incoming ship. The Imperial fighter swooped in but could not
change its course quickly enough, plowing through the shower of laser bolts.
The ship erupted into a flame-flower of exploding fuel tanks and expanding
atmosphere.
Han and Chewbacca shouted their triumph in unison. Even euphoric, Han didn't
sit around patting himself on the back. "Let's go after the other one,
Chewie." The second TIE fighter swerved outward in a long trajectory, then
headed back toward Kessel. "Hurry, before those reinforcements can get
here." He wondered if perhaps he and Chewbacca shouldn't turn and flee
immediately. But part of him refused to let anybody take potshots at the
Millennium Falcon and just walk away from it.
Chewbacca increased speed, closing the gap between the Falcon and the TIE
fighter. "Just get me one good shot, Chewie. One good shot."
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