{"product_id":"the-last-jedi-star-wars-legends-isbn-9780345511409","title":"The Last Jedi: Star Wars Legends","description":"\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eNEW YORK TIMES \u003c\/i\u003eBESTSELLER\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKNIGHT OF RECKONING\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e The Emperor’s ruthless Order 66 has all but exterminated the Jedi. The few remaining who still wield the Force for good have been driven into exile or hiding. But not Jax Pavan, who’s been steadily striking blows against the Empire—as a lone guerrilla fighter and a valued partner of Whiplash, a secret Coruscant-based resistance group. Now he’s taking on his most critical mission: transporting a valued Whiplash leader, targeted for assassination, from Coruscant to safety on a distant world. It’s a risky move under any circumstances, but Jax and his trusted crew aboard the \u003ci\u003eFar Ranger,\u003c\/i\u003e including the irrepressible droid I-Five, are prepared to pit their combat skills and their vessel’s firepower against all Imperial threats—except the one Jax fears most. Reports have raced across the galaxy that the dark lord of the Sith has fallen in a duel to the death with a Rebel freedom fighter. But Jax discovers the chilling truth when he reaches out with the Force . . . only to touch the dark, unmistakable, and malignantly alive presence that is Darth Vader. And Jax knows that Vader will stop at nothing until the last Jedi has fallen.\u003cb\u003eMichael Reaves\u003c\/b\u003e received an Emmy Award for his work on the Batman television animated series. He has worked for Spielberg’s DreamWorks, among other studios, and has written fantasy novels and supernatural thrillers. Reaves is the \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of\u003ci\u003e Star Wars: Darth Maul: Shadow Hunter\u003c\/i\u003e and the first two \u003ci\u003eStar Wars: Coruscant Nights \u003c\/i\u003enovels \u003ci\u003eJedi Twilight\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eStreet of Shadows.\u003c\/i\u003e He is also the co-writer (with Maya Kaathryn Bohnhoff) of the last two \u003ci\u003eStar Wars: Coruscant Nights \u003c\/i\u003enovels—\u003ci\u003ePatterns of Force\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eThe Last Jedi\u003c\/i\u003e—and \u003ci\u003eStar Wars: Shadow Games,\u003c\/i\u003e as well as (with Steve Perry) \u003ci\u003eStar Wars: Death Star \u003c\/i\u003eand the \u003ci\u003eStar Wars: MedStar\u003c\/i\u003e novels \u003ci\u003eBattle Surgeons\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eJedi Healer.\u003c\/i\u003e He lives in the Los Angeles area.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMaya Kaathryn Bohnhoff\u003c\/b\u003e is the co-author (with Michael Reaves) of \u003ci\u003eStar\u003cbr\u003eWars: The Last Jedi, Star Wars: Shadow Games,\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eStar Wars: Coruscant Nights: Patterns of Force,\u003c\/i\u003e as well as the author of the novels \u003ci\u003eThe Meri, Taminy, The Crystal Rose,\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eThe Spirit Gate.\u003c\/i\u003e She is also the co-author of \u003ci\u003eMagic Time: Angelfire,\u003c\/i\u003e and has contributed a plenitude of short fiction to such magazines as \u003ci\u003eAnalog, Amazing Stories, Realms of Fantasy, Paradox,\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eInterzone\u003c\/i\u003e. Her short fiction has been nominated for the Nebula and British Science Fiction awards. She lives in San Jose, California.one\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Sakiyan freighter Far Ranger requesting clearance for departure.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI-Five’s mimicry of Tuden Sal’s gruff voice was flawless. No one listening—or, more to the point, no vocal analyzer scanning—would know that, in reality, the Sakiyan merchant was sitting in a safe house somewhere in the twilight warren near the Westport, plotting infamy against the Empire. No one, that was, except for the Far Ranger’s crew and her lone passenger.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJax Pavan, his hands on the Far Ranger’s steering yoke, realized he was holding his breath as he waited for the Westport flight dispatcher to approve their departure plan. He let his tension go with a soft rush of air and ignored the urge to reach out with the Force to give the dispatcher a nudge. It was tempting, but best not to take the chance. Even something as minor as that could alert Darth Vader to their movements . . . if Vader was, against all odds, still alive.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJax believed that he was. Even though he hadn’t sensed the Dark Lord’s uniquely powerful indentation in the fabric of the Force lately, it was difficult to conceive of such power, such concentrated evil, being gone, being over, being done. And until he gazed upon Vader’s corpse with his own eyes, until he could reach out and touch him with the tendrils that constituted his own connection with the living Force and sense no reciprocation . . .\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWell, until that came to pass, Jax knew he couldn’t be too careful.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd speaking of erring on the side of caution . . . was the silence on the comlink just a little too long? Had someone suspicious of the freighter’s relatively new Sakiyan registry connected the ship to Jax Pavan?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAm I overthinking this?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Far Ranger, your ascent plan is approved. Your departure window is . . .”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThere was a pause, and Jax held his breath again. I-Five glanced at him and let two pearls of luminescence migrate, left to right, along the top outside rims of his photoreceptors—the droid’s equivalent of rolling his eyes.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Ten standard minutes—on my mark.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Aye,” said I-Five.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Mark.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Beginning ascent.” I-Five cut the comlink and turned to Jax. “She’s all yours. And not a single battle cruiser on our tail, that I can see.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJax ignored the droid’s sarcasm. His left hand eased forward on the thruster control as his right pulled up and back on the steering yoke. The ship, a modified Corellian Action VI transport, lifted from the spaceport docking bay into the night sky, which, even at this elevation, was a blaze of ambient light. Jax felt the vibration of the ship through the yoke, felt it merge with his desire to be away from Coruscant until it seemed to him that Far Ranger itself yearned above all things to leap into hyperspace before even clearing the atmosphere.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe sky changed. It warmed to twilight, to daybreak, to full day, then cycled back again through dusk and twilight as they soared, finally, into the flat black of space. They saw no stars; the glorious blaze of the city-planet’s night side was enough to drown out even the nearby nebulae of the Core completely.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI-Five sent a last message back to Flight Control in Tuden Sal’s gravelly tones: “Far Ranger away.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Aye. Clear skies.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe droid shut down the comlink and Jax navigated above the orbital plane, adjusted course, and set the autopilot to their first jump coordinates. Then he sat back to clear his head.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe felt a touch—in his mind and on his arm. Laranth. He turned his head to look up at her. She was grinning at him—or at least, she was doing something that was as close to grinning as she was likely to get. One whole corner of her mouth had curled upward by at least a millimeter.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Nervous, are we?” she asked. “I could feel you angst­ing all the way up in the weaponry bay.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“What were you doing up there?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Getting the feel of the new triggering mechanism.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Nervous, are we?” Jax mimicked, smiling.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Being proactive.” She gave his arm a squeeze and glanced out the viewport. “I’ll be glad to be out of this gravity well. Too much traffic here by half. Any one of those ships—” She nodded toward their closest companions in flight: a Toydarian grain transport, another Corellian freighter, a private yacht. “—could be targeting us right now.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“You’re being paranoid,” Jax assured her. “If Vader were watching us, I’d know. We’d know.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Vader watching us—now, there’s a cheery thought.” Den Dhur stepped onto the bridge and slid into the jump seat behind Jax. “I’m hoping he’s watching us from beyond the crematorium.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Paranoia,” I-Five said. “Another human emotion I just don’t get. The list of things both animate and inanimate in this galaxy that are capable of utterly annihilating you is longer than a superstring . . . yet real danger evidently isn’t enough: you organics aren’t happy without making up a bevy of bogeymen to scare you even more.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJax said nothing. In the months since their last confrontation with the Dark Lord—a confrontation in which one of their Whiplash team had betrayed them and another self-immolated trying to assassinate Vader—they had heard not even a whisper about either his whereabouts or his condition. There had been no reports on the HoloNet, no rumors from highly placed officials, no speculation or stories by various life-forms in places like the Blackpit Slums or the Southern Underground. It was as if the very concept of Vader had vanished along with his corporeal form.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd yet Jax still couldn’t believe that his nemesis was dead, as much as he wanted to. The entire scenario had been too perfect. In the thrall of a potent drug that enhanced Force abilities in unpredictable ways, Vader had lashed out wildly, trying to fend off his would-be assassin. The release of energy had been enough to vaporize the unfortunate Haninum Tyk Rhinann, who’d pushed Vader over the edge—in more ways than one. Both of them had fallen a great distance. Rhinann had died.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVader had vanished.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIf Darth Vader had been a normal human being—or even a normal Jedi—Jax could assume he was dead, as well. But he was neither of those things. He was at once less and more than human. At once less and more than a Jedi. He was a powerful merger of the human and the inhuman. He was a Sith . . . who had once called Jax friend. For Jax suspected—no, more than suspected, knew—that Darth Vader had somehow once been Anakin Skywalker. He had sensed it through the Force, and in their last encounter Vader had confirmed it with a slip of the tongue that might well have been intentional.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe man who wouldn’t die.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“You going to share that load with us, Jax?” Den was looking at him with eyes that only seemed lazy. “Have you sensed anything about Vader since . . .” The Sullustan made a boom gesture with both stubby-fingered hands.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJax shook his head. “Nothing. But Den, if he’d died, I think I’d know that. There would have been a huge shift in the Force if a being of that much focused power was destroyed.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I saw the flaming backwash from ground zero,” Den objected. “That wasn’t a shift?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“No, that was a light show. Mostly flash, with a little substance. It was enough to kill Rhinann. But I don’t think it killed Vader.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe Sullustan looked to Laranth. “No joy from you, either?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Sorry, Den. I’m of the same opinion. He might be severely injured and in a bacta tank somewhere, but he’s not dead. The most we can hope for is that he’ll be out of commission long enough for us to get Yimmon to safety.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“You just came from Yimmon, didn’t you?” Jax asked Den, and at the Sullustan’s nod, he added, “How does he seem?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDen shrugged. “About like you’d expect a guy to seem who’s been nearly dead four times in the last three weeks.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJax took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Those near-hits were why they were removing Thi Xon Yimmon from Coruscant. The leader of the anti-Imperial resistance cell known locally as Whiplash had been targeted a number of times in the past weeks by Imperial forces. In two cases, only the fact that Jax and his team had a friend on the police force—a Zabrak prefect named Pol Haus—had tipped them to the threat in time to avoid it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn a twisted way, the Imperial attention to Whiplash—and Yimmon in particular—was flattering. It meant they had risen from mere annoyances to serious threats. Perhaps the Empire had even made the connection between the local resistance on Imperial Center and the broader movement that was springing up on a growing number of far-flung worlds. In practical terms, this meant that—over the last several months—the Imperial orders had gone from “shoot ’em if they get in the way” to “ferret them out, track them down, and destroy them.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe Emperor had also changed tactics. Absent from these recent attempts at annihilation were the Force-sniffing, raptorlike Inquisitors. Now the attacks came from Force-insensitive bounty hunters and battle droids. It was as if, having failed to turn the gifts of the Force against Yimmon and his cohort, the Emperor was simply throwing every mundane weapon in his arsenal at them.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJax wanted to believe that these were the acts of a desperate tyrant who had just lost his most potent weapon. He wanted to believe it as much as he wanted to believe that Vader was gone. But . . .\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe man who wouldn’t die.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe shook himself, realizing he had come to think of Darth Vader as inevitable . . . and immortal.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhatever hideous truth lay behind that feeling, Jax could not let it distract him from the hard reality that the Empire wanted Whiplash dead and buried. The Empire, being the hierarchical beast that it was, figured this was best done by destroying the brains of the organization. But Yimmon—with his dual cortex and a personal cell of operatives that included a Jedi, a Gray Paladin, and a sentient droid—was a hard man to kill or capture. Still, the last attempt had come close. Too close. Way too close. 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