{"product_id":"star-wars-trilogy-isbn-9780345475824","title":"Star Wars Trilogy","description":"More than twenty-five years after the groundbreaking movie \u003ci\u003eStar Wars: A New Hope\u003c\/i\u003e first hit the silver screen, \u003ci\u003eStar Wars\u003c\/i\u003e remains one of the most beloved sagas ever told. Together, the three original \u003ci\u003eStar Wars\u003c\/i\u003e movies–\u003ci\u003eA New Hope\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eThe Empire Strikes Back\u003c\/i\u003e, and \u003ci\u003eReturn of the Jedi\u003c\/i\u003e–told one epic: a heroic tale of innocence lost and wisdom gained, of downfall and redemption, of the never-ending fight between the forces of good and evil. Read the story of the movies–all three in one trade paperback volume–and rediscover the wonder of the legend that begins:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eA long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away . . .\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLuke Skywalker lived and worked on his uncle’s farm on the remote planet of Tatooine, but he yearned to travel beyond the farthest reaches of the universe to distant, alien worlds. Then Luke intercepted a cryptic message from a beautiful, captive princess . . . and found himself catapulted into the adventure of a lifetime.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLuke Skywalker, proud Princess Leia, and headstrong Han Solo . . . merciless Darth Vader, wise Obi-Wan Kenobi, loyal droids R2-D2 and C-3PO, and the inscrutable Yoda . . . Chewbacca the Wookiee, shifty Lando Calrissian, and the vile Jabba the Hutt . . . all the vivid characters from the \u003ci\u003eStar Wars\u003c\/i\u003e universe spring to life in these thrilling pages.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe\u003ci\u003e Star Wars Trilogy\u003c\/i\u003e is a must-read for anyone who wants to relive the excitement, the magic, and the sheer entertainment of this legendary saga–now and forever.\u003cb\u003eGeorge Lucas\u003c\/b\u003e’s devotion to timeless storytelling and cutting-edge innovation has resulted in some of the most successful and beloved films of all time, including the \u003ci\u003eStar Wars\u003c\/i\u003e saga and the \u003ci\u003eIndiana Jones\u003c\/i\u003e franchise. He has pioneered new digital standards for sophistication in film visuals and sound, and inspired generations of young people to follow their dreams.I\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt was a vast, shining globe and it cast a light of lambent topaz into space—­but it was not a sun. Thus, the planet had fooled men for a long time. Not until entering close orbit around it did its discoverers realize that this was a world in a binary system and not a third sun itself.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAt first it seemed certain nothing could exist on such a planet, least of all humans. Yet both massive Gl and G2 stars orbited a common center with peculiar regularity, and Tatooine circled them far enough out to permit the development of a rather stable, if exquisitely hot, climate. Mostly this was a dry desert of a world, whose unusual starlike yellow glow was the result of double sunlight striking sodium-­rich sands and flats. That same sunlight suddenly shone on the thin skin of a metallic shape falling crazily toward the atmosphere.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe erratic course the galactic cruiser was traveling was intentional, not the product of injury but of a desperate desire to avoid it. Long streaks of intense energy slid close past its hull, a multihued storm of destruction like a school of rainbow remoras fighting to attach themselves to a larger, unwilling host.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOne of those probing, questing beams succeeded in touching the fleeing ship, striking its principal solar fin. Gemlike fragments of metal and plastic erupted into space as the end of the fin disintegrated. The vessel seemed to shudder.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe source of those multiple energy beams suddenly hove into view—­a lumbering Imperial cruiser, its massive outline bristling cactuslike with dozens of heavy weapons emplacements. Light ceased arching from those spines now as the cruiser moved in close. Intermittent explosions and flashes of light could be seen in those portions of the smaller ship which had taken hits. In the absolute cold of space, the cruiser snuggled up alongside its wounded prey.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnother distant explosion shook the ship—­but it certainly didn’t feel distant to Artoo-­Detoo or See-­Threepio. The concussion bounced them around the narrow corridor like bearings in an old motor.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo look at these two, one would have supposed that the tall, human-­like machine, Threepio, was the master and the stubby, tripodal robot, Artoo-­Detoo, an inferior. But while Threepio might have sniffed disdainfully at the suggestion, they were in fact equal in everything save loquacity. Here Threepio was clearly—­and necessarily—­the superior.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eStill another explosion rattled the corridor, throwing Threepio off balance. His shorter companion had the better of it during such moments with his squat, cylindrical body’s low center of gravity well balanced on thick, clawed legs.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eArtoo glanced up at Threepio, who was steadying himself against a corridor wall. Lights blinked enigmatically around a single mechanical eye as the smaller robot studied the battered casing of his friend. A patina of metal and fibrous dust coated the usually gleaming bronze finish, and there were some visible dents—­all the result of the pounding the rebel ship they were on had been taking.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAccompanying the last attack was a persistent deep hum which even the loudest explosion had not been able to drown out. Then for no apparent reason, the basso thrumming abruptly ceased, and the only sounds in the otherwise deserted corridor came from the eerie dry-­twig crackle of shorting relays or the pops of dying circuitry. Explosions began to echo through the ship once more, but they were far away from the corridor.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThreepio turned his smooth, humanlike head to one side. Metallic ears listened intently. The imitation of a human pose was hardly necessary—­Threepio’s auditory sensors were fully omnidirectional—­but the slim robot had been programmed to blend perfectly among human company. This programming extended even to mimicry of human gestures.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Did you hear that?” he inquired rhetorically of his patient companion, referring to the throbbing sound. “They’ve shut down the main reactor and the drive.” His voice was as full of disbelief and concern as that of any human. One metallic palm rubbed dolefully at a patch of dull gray on his side, where a broken hull brace had fallen and scored the bronze finish. Threepio was a fastidious machine, and such things troubled him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Madness, this is madness.” He shook his head slowly. “This time we’ll be destroyed for sure.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eArtoo did not comment immediately. Barrel torso tilted backward, powerful legs gripping the deck, the meter-­high robot was engrossed in studying the roof overhead. Though he did not have a head to cock in a listening posture like his friend, Artoo still somehow managed to convey that impression. A series of short beeps and chirps issued from his speaker. To even a sensitive human ear they would have been just so much static, but to Threepio they formed words as clear and pure as direct current.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Yes, I suppose they did have to shut the drive down,” Threepio admitted, “but what are we going to do now? We can’t enter atmosphere with our main stablizer fin destroyed. I can’t believe we’re simply going to surrender.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA small band of armed humans suddenly appeared, rifles held at the ready. Their expressions were as worry-­wrinkled as their uniforms, and they carried about them the aura of men prepared to die.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThreepio watched silently until they had vanished around a far bend in the passageway, then looked back at Artoo. The smaller robot hadn’t shifted from his position of listening. Threepio’s gaze turned upward also though he knew Artoo’s senses were slightly sharper than his own.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“What is it, Artoo?” A short burst of beeping came in response. Another moment, and there was no need for highly attuned sensors. For a minute or two more, the corridor remained deathly silent. Then a faint scrape, scrape could be heard, like a cat at a door, from somewhere above. That strange noise was produced by heavy footsteps and the movement of bulky equipment somewhere on the ship’s hull.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen several muffled explosions sounded, Threepio murmured, “They’ve broken in somewhere above us. There’s no escape for the Captain this time.” Turning, he peered down at Artoo. “I think we’d better—­”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe shriek of overstressed metal filled the air before he could finish, and the far end of the passageway was lit by a blinding actinic flash. Somewhere down there the little cluster of armed crew who had passed by minutes before had encountered the ship’s attackers.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThreepio turned his face and delicate photo­receptors away—­just in time to avoid the fragments of metal that flew down the corridor. At the far end a gaping hole appeared in the roof, and reflective forms like big metal beads began dropping to the corridor floor. Both robots knew that no machine could match the fluidity with which those shapes moved and instantly assumed fighting postures. The new arrivals were humans in armor, not mechanicals.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOne of them looked straight at Threepio—­no, not at him, the panicked robot thought frantically, but past him. The figure shifted its big rifle around in armored hands—­too late. A beam of intense light struck the head, sending pieces of armor, bone, and flesh flying in all directions.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHalf the invading Imperial troops turned and began returning fire up the corridor—­aiming past the two robots.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Quick—­this way!” Threepio ordered, intending to retreat from the Imperials. Artoo turned with him. They had taken only a couple of steps when they saw the rebel crewmen in position ahead, firing down the corridor. In seconds the passageway was filled with smoke and crisscrossing beams of energy.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRed, green, and blue bolts ricocheted off polished sections of wall and floor or ripped long gashes in metal surfaces. Screams of injured and dying humans—­ a peculiarly unrobotic sound, Threepio thought—­echoed piercingly above the inorganic destruction.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOne beam struck near the robot’s feet at the same time as a second one burst the wall directly behind him, exposing sparking circuitry and rows of conduits. The force of the twin blast tumbled Threepio into the shredded cables, where a dozen different currents turned him into a jerking, twisting display.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eStrange sensations coursed through his metal nerve-­ends. They caused no pain, only confusion. Every time he moved and tried to free himself there was ­another violent crackling as a fresh cluster of com­ponentry broke. The noise and man-­made lightning remained constant around him as the battle continued to rage.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSmoke began to fill the corridor. Artoo-­Detoo bustled about trying to help free his friend. The little robot evidenced a phlegmatic indifference to the ravening energies filling the passageway. He was built so low that most of the beams passed over him anyhow.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Help!” Threepio yelled, suddenly frightened at a new message from an internal sensor. “I think something is melting. 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