Destiny's Way: Star Wars Legends by Walter Jon Williams (English) Paperback Book

Description: Destiny's Way: Star Wars Legends by Walter Jon Williams Following the fall of Coruscant to the Yuuzhan Vong, the New Republic is torn apart by internal strife and intrigue as Luke, Han Solo, Leia, and their companions vow to stop the Yuuzhan Vong, and a dangerous new faction opposed to the ways of the Force unveils an ultimate weapon that could not only FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description The time of reckoning is close at hand. Events in the New York Times bestselling Star Wars The New Jedi Order series take a decisive turn, as the heroes of the New Republic prepare for their most volatile clash yet with the enemy—from without and within.In the war against the ruthless Yuuzhan Vong, the fall of Coruscant leaves the New Republic divided by internal strife, and on the verge of bowing to conquest. But those who steadfastly refuse to consider surrender—Luke Skywalker, Han Solo, Leia Organa Solo, and their children and comrades-in-arms—are determined to seize victory against overwhelming odds. And now, finally, there are signs that the tide may be turning in the New Republics favor.After capturing crucial Yuuzhan Vong intelligence, Jedi fighter-pilot Jaina Solo prepares to lead a daring surprise strike against an enemy flagship. Meanwhile, Jainas brother Jacen—liberated from the hands of the enemy and newly schooled in an even greater mastery of the Force by the Jedi Knight Vergere—is eagerly poised to bring his unique skills to bear against the invaders. And on Mon Calamari, the New Republics provisional capital, the retired, ailing hero Admiral Ackbar has conceived a major tactical plan that could spell the beginning of a swift end for the Yuuzhan Vong.Yet even as opposing squadrons face off in the depths of space, intrigue runs rampant: in the heated political race for Chief of State . . . in the shadows where Yuuzhan Vong spies plot assassinations . . . and in the inscrutable creature Vergere, a Jedi Knight whose allegiance is impossible to predict. And as Luke Skywalker sets about reestablishing the Jedi Council, the growing faction opposed to the ways of the Force unveil a terrifying weapon designed to annihilate the Yuuzhan Vong species. But in doing so, they may be dooming the New Republic to becoming the very thing it has sworn to fight against—and unleashing the power of the dark side. Back Cover The time of reckoning is close at hand, as the heroes of the New Republic prepare for their most volatile clash yet with the enemy-from without and within.... In the war against the ruthless Yuuzhan Vong, the fall of Coruscant leaves the galaxy on the verge of bowing to conquest. Those who steadfastly refuse to consider surrender-Luke, Han, Leia, and their children and comrades-in-arms-are determined to seize victory against overwhelming odds. But the New Republic is crumbling, divided by internal strife, and intrigue runs rampant: in the heated political race for Chief of State ... in the shadows where Yuuzhan Vong spies plot assassinations ... and in the inscrutable creature Vergere, a Jedi whose allegiance is impossible to predict. Now, as Luke Skywalker sets about reestablishing the Jedi Council, the growing faction opposed to the ways of the Force unveils a terrifying weapon designed to annihilate the Yuuzhan Vong species. The opposition must be stopped, before dooming the New Republic to becoming the very thing it has sworn to fight against-and unleashing the power of the dark side. Author Biography Nebula Award-winner Walter Jon Williams is the author of twenty-two volumes of fiction, as well as screenplays for film and television. A fourth degree black belt from the American Kenpo Academy, he lives in rural New Mexico with his wife, Kathy. He is currently working on The Praxis, a novel of adventure in the near future.Visit his Web site at Excerpt from Book DESTINYS WAY Chapter One As she sat in the chair that was hers by right of death, she raised her eyes to the cold faraway stars. Checklists buzzed distantly in her mind and her hands moved over the controls, but her thoughts flew elsewhere, amid the chill infinitude. Searching . . . Nothing. Her gaze fell and there she saw, on the controls at the adjacent pilots seat, her husbands hands. She drew comfort from the sight, from the sureness and power she knew was there, in those strong hands. Her heart leapt. Something, somewhere in all those stars, had touched her. She thought: Jacen! Her husbands hands touched controls and the stars streamed away, turned to bleeding smears of light as if seen through beaten rain, and the distant touch vanished. "Jacen," she said, and then, at her husbands startled look, at the surprise and pain in his brown eyes, "Jacen." "And youre sure?" Han Solo said. "Youre sure it was Jacen?" "Yes. Reaching out to me. I felt him. It could have been no one else." "And hes alive." "Yes." Leia Organa Solo could read him so well. She knew that Han believed their son dead, but that he tried, for her sake, to pretend otherwise. She knew that, fierce with grief and with guilt for having withdrawn from his family, he would support her in anything now, even if he believed it was delusional. And she knew the strength it took for him to suppress his own pain and doubt. She could read all that in him, in the flicker of his eye, the twitch of his cheek. She could read him, read the bravery and the uncertainty, and she loved him for both. "It was Jacen," she said. She put as much confidence in her tone as she could, all her assurance. "He was reaching out to me through the Force. I felt him. He wanted to tell me he was alive and with friends." She reached over and took his hand. "Theres no doubt, now. Not at all." Hans fingers tightened on hers, and she sensed the struggle in him, desire for hope warring with his own bitter experience. His brown eyes softened. "Yes," he said. "Of course. I believe you." There was a hint of reserve there, of caution, but that was reflex, the result of a long and uncertain life that had taught him to believe nothing until hed seen it with his own eyes. Leia reached for him, embraced him awkwardly from the copilots seat. His arms went around her. She felt the bristle of his cheek against hers, inhaled the scent of his body, his hair. A bubble of happiness grew in her, burst into speech. "Yes, Han," she said. "Our son is alive. And so are we. Be joyful. Be at peace. Everything changes from now on." *** The idyll lasted until Han and Leia walked hand in hand into the Millennium Falcons main hold. Through the touch, Leia felt the slight tension of Hans muscles as he came in sight of their guest--an Imperial commander in immaculate dress grays. Han, Leia knew, had hoped that this mission would provide a chance for the two of them to be alone. Through the many months since the war with the Yuuzhan Vong had begun, they had either been apart or dealing with a bewildering succession of crises. Even though their current mission was no less urgent than the others, they would have treasured this time alone in hyperspace. They had even left Leias Noghri bodyguards behind. Neither of them had wanted any passengers at all, let alone an Imperial officer. Thus far Han had managed to be civil about it, but only just. The commander rose politely to her feet. "An exceptionally smooth transition into hyperspace, General Solo," she said. "For a ship with such--such heterogeneous components, such a transition speaks well of the ships captain and his skills." "Thanks," Han said. "The Myomar shields are superb, are they not?" she said. "One of our finer designs." The problem with Commander Vana Dorja, Leia thought, was that she was simply too observant. She was a woman of about thirty, the daughter of the captain of a Star Destroyer, with bobbed dark hair tucked neatly into her uniform cap, and the bland, pleasant face of a professional diplomat. She had been on Coruscant during its fall, allegedly negotiating some kind of commercial treaty, purchasing Ulban droid brains for use in Imperial hydroponics farms. The negotiations were complicated by the fact that the droid brains in question could equally well be used for military purposes. The negotiations regarding the brains end-use certificates had gone nowhere in particular, but perhaps they had been intended to go nowhere. What Commander Dorjas extended stay on Coruscant had done was to make her a close observer in the Yuuzhan Vong assault that had resulted in the planets fall. Vana Dorja had gotten off Coruscant somehow--Leia had no doubt that her escape had been planned long in advance--and she had then turned up at Mon Calamari, the new provisional capital, blandly asking for help in returning to Imperial space just at the moment at which Leia had been assigned a diplomatic mission to that selfsame Empire. Of course it wasnt a coincidence. Dorja was clearly a spy operating under commercial cover. But what could Leia do? The New Republic might need the help of the Empire, and the Empire might be offended if its commercial representative were needlessly delayed in her return. What Leia could do was establish some ground rules concerning where on the Falcon Commander Dorja could go, and where was strictly off limits. Dorja had agreed immediately to the restrictions, and agreed as well to be scanned for any technological or other secrets she might be smuggling out. Nothing had turned up on the scan. Of course. If Vana Dorja was carrying any vital secrets to her masters in the Empire, she was carrying them locked in her all-too-inquisitive brain. "Please sit down," Leia said. "Your Highness is kind," Dorja said, and lowered her stocky body into a chair. Leia sat across the table from her, and observed the half-empty glass of juri juice set before the commander. "Threepio is providing sufficient refreshment?" Leia asked. "Yes. He is very efficient, though a trifle talkative." Talkative? Leia thought. Whats Threepio been telling the woman? Blast it anyway. Dorja was all too skilled at creating these unsettling moments. "Shall we dine?" Leia asked. Dorja nodded, bland as always. "As Your Highness wishes." But then she proved useful in the galley, assisting Han and Leia as they transferred to plates the meal that had been cooking in the Falcons automatic ovens. As Han sat down with his plates, C-3PO contemplated the table. "Sir," he said. "A Princess and former Chief of State takes precedence, of course, over both a general and an Imperial commander. But a commander--forgive me--does not take precedence over a New Republic general, even one on the inactive list. General Solo, if you would be so kind as to sit above Commander Dorja?" Han gave C-3PO a baleful look. "I like it fine where I am," he said. Which was, of course, as far away from the Imperial commander as the small table permitted. C-3PO looked as distressed as it was possible for a droid with an immobile face to look. "But sir--the rules of precedence--" "I like it where I am," Han said, more firmly. "But sir--" Leia slid into her accustomed role as Hans interpreter to the world. "Well dine informally, Threepio," she told the droid. C-3POs tone allowed his disappointment to show. "Very well, Your Highness," he said. Poor 3PO, Leia thought. Here he was designed for working out rules of protocol for state banquets involving dozens of species and hundreds of governments, interpreting and smoothing disputes, and instead she persisted in getting him into situations where he kept getting shot at. And now the galaxy was being invaded by beings who had marked for extermination every droid in existence--and they were winning. Whatever C-3PO had for nerves must be shot. Lots of formal dinner parties when this is over, Leia decided. Nice, soothing dinner parties, without assassins, quarrels, or light-saber fights. "I thank you again for your offer of transit to the Empire," Dorja said later, after the soup course. "It was fortunate that you have business there." "Very fortunate," Leia agreed. "Your mission to the Empire must be critical," Dorja probed, "to take you from the government at such a crucial time." "Im doing what I do best." "But you were Chief of State--surely you must be considering a return to power." Leia shook her head. "I served my term." "To voluntarily relinquish power--I confess I dont understand it." Dorja shook her head. "In the Empire, we are taught not to decline responsibility once it is given to us." Leia sensed Hans head lifting as he prepared to speak. She knew him well enough to anticipate the sense of any remarks. No, he would say, Imperial leaders generally stay in their seats of power until theyre blasted out by laser cannons. Before Han could speak, she phrased a more diplomatic answer. "Wisdom is knowing when youve given all you can," she said, and turned her attention to her dinner, a fragrant breast of hibbas with a sauce of bofa fruit. Dorja picked up her fork, held it over her plate. "But surely--with the government in chaos, and driven into exile--a strong hand is needed." Details ISBN0345428749 Author Walter Jon Williams Short Title SW NJO DESTINYS WAY Publisher Lucas Books Language English ISBN-10 0345428749 ISBN-13 9780345428745 Media Book DEWEY 813.54 Year 2003 Residence Belen, NM, US DOI 10.1604/9780345428745 Series Number 14 Place of Publication New York Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2003-07-29 NZ Release Date 2003-07-29 US Release Date 2003-07-29 UK Release Date 2003-07-29 Pages 480 Series Star Wars: The New Jedi Order - Legends Format Paperback Publication Date 2003-07-29 Imprint Lucas Books Audience Tertiary & Higher Education We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. 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