[Legacy Of The Force] - 05 - Sacrifice (Karen Traviss), Star Wars - Books And Short Stories
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Star WarsSACRIFICELegacy of the Force - 05Karen Travissdramatis personaeBen Skywalker; junior GAG officer (human male)Boba Fett; Mandalore and semi-retired bounty hunter (human male)Cal Omas; Chief of State, Galactic Alliance (human male)Cha Niathal; admiral, Galactic Alliance (Mon Calamari female)Dinua Jeban; Mandalorian soldier (human female)Dur Gejjen; Prime Minister, Corellia (human male)Ghes Orade; Mandalorian soldier (human male)Goran Beviin; Mandalorian soldier (human male)Jacen Solo; Jedi Knight (human male)Jaina Solo; Jedi Knight (human female)Jori Lekauf; GAG corporal (human male)Leia Organa Solo; Jedi Knight, copilot, Millennium Falcon (human female)Lon Shevu; GAG captain (human male)Luke Skywalker; Jedi Grand Master (human male)Lumiya; Dark Lady of the Sith (human female)Mara Jade Skywalker; Jedi Master (human female)Medrit Beviin; Mandalorian soldier (human male)Mirta Gev; bounty hunter, Boba Fett's granddaughter (human female)Novoc Vevut; Mandalorian soldier (human male)prologueTHE SKYWALKERS' BEDROOM,ROTUNDA ZONE, CORUSCANT: 0300 HOURSThis is going to be another sleepless night.But should I have killed him?Maybe I should try some meds. Warm milk, even.I've taken a lot of lives. Ever since Ben asked us how many, I've been counting. Maybe Luke's been adding up the tally, too. But he hasn't mentioned it since.Where's Ben ?I was better placed than anyone to assassinate Palpatine. Now I look back on it and wonder how history would have turned out if I'd come to my senses and killed him when I had the chance. I'd have been a traitor then; I'd be a hero now. And he'd still be dead either way. Perspective is a funny thing.How many people died because I didn't make that call? I didn't even realize that I could.Ben, I feel you're alive. But where are you? It's been days.So . . . how would I have known when it was the only option left?When things had gone too far, and someone had to do it? And how come Luke is sleeping like a comatose nerf? I wish I could. If I switch on the holonews, though, even without the audio, it might disturb him. Meditation isn't working, either. Maybe I should just get up and go for a walk.Ben . . . if Jacen doesn't know where you are, what are you up to?I have to stop doing this.He's a smart kid and he's been trained by the best. He'll be okay. And maybe he knows now that killing someone is a split second, a heartbeat, a thing you're trained to do until you don't stop to debate it, and then it can't ever be undone. Now that he's killed for himself, and knows the mark it leaves in your head, perhaps he won't judge me or his father harshly.That's his legacy from Mom and Dad: assassin, freedom fighter, soldier, call it what you will. It all ends in a body count. Ben's joined the family business.But I don't know what he's doing or even where he is right now. I'm worried sick. I don't care how strong his Force powers are. Jedi die like everyone else, and it's a big and pitiless galaxy, and he's just a kid. My kid.Ben, if you can feel me, reach back. Let me know you're okay.Luke never believes me when I tell him he snores. He snores, all right.Ben . . ."You okay?" Luke's awake. He can do that without warning. Bang�he just snaps alert. "It's the middle of the night.""I know.""You're worrying about Ben.""No, he can look after himself." Why do I say that? Luke knows what I'm thinking. "I shouldn't have eaten so late.""I'm worried about him, too." He punches the pillow into a more comfortable shape and buries his head in it. "But he's okay. I can still feel him."Nothing is okay now.Luke knows it. I know it. The whole family knows it.There's a war going on across the galaxy, but it's the war within my family that I care about most. My son's a stranger most days.And Jacen . . .I don't think I know Jacen Solo at all. And Lumiya . . .She tried to kill my kid. For that, sweetheart, you're going to have to answer to me. I'm coming for you, and soon.I think I can get some sleep now. I feel more relaxed already.chapter oneHe will choose the fate of the weak.He will win and break his chains.He will choose how he will be loved.He will strengthen himself through sacrifice.He will make a pet.He will strengthen himself through pain.He will balance between peace and conflict.He will know brotherhood.He will remake himself.He will immortalize his love.�"Common Themes in Prophecies Recorded, in the Symbology of Knotted Tassels;" by Dr. Heilan Rotham, University of Pangalactic Cultural Studies. Call for papers: the university invites submissions from khipulogists and fiber-record analysts on the subject of the remaining untranslated tassels from the Lorrd Artifact. Symposium dates may change, subject to current security situation.SITH MEDITATION SPHERE,HEADING, CORUSCANT�ESTIMATEDIt was odd having to trust a ship. Ben Skywalker was alone in the vessel he'd found on Ziost, trusting it to understand that he wanted it to take him home. No navigation array, no controls, no pilot's seat . . . nothing. Through the bulkheads he could see stars as smeared points of light, but he'd stopped finding the ship's transparency unsettling. The hull was there. He could both see it and not see it. He felt he was in the heart of a hollowed red gem making its sedate way back to the Core.And there was no yoke or physical control panel, so he had to think his command. The strange ship, more like a ball of rough red stone than a vessel made in a shipyard, responded to the Force.Can't you go faster? I'll be an old man by the time I get back.The ship felt instantly annoyed. Ben listened. In his mind, the ship spoke in a male voice that had no sound or real form, but it spoke: and it wasn't amused by his impatience. It showed him streaked white lights streaming from a central point in a black void, a pilot's view of hyperspace, and then an explosion."Okay, so you're going as fast as you can . . ." Ben felt the ship's brief satisfaction that its idiot pilot had understood. He wondered who'd made it. It was hard not to think of it as alive, like the Yuuzhan Vong ships, but he settled for seeing it as a droid, an artifact with a personality and�yes, emotions. Like Shaker.Sorry, Shaker. Sorry to leave you to sort it all out.The astromech droid would be fine, he knew it. Ben had dropped him off on Drewwa. That was where Shaker came from, like Kiara, and so they were both home now. Astromechs were good, reliable, sensible units, and Shaker would hand her over to someone to take care of her, poor kid . . .Her dad's dead and her whole life's upended. They were just used to lure me to Ziost so someone could try to kill me. Why? Have I made that many enemies already?The ship felt irritated again, leaving Ben with the impression that he was being whiny, but he said nothing. Ben didn't enjoy having his thoughts examined. He made a conscious effort to control his wandering mind. The ship knew his will, spoken or unspoken, and he still wasn't sure what the consequences of that might be. Right then, it made him feel invaded, and the relief at finding the ancient ship and managing to escape Ziost in it had given way to worry, anger, and resentment.And impatience. He had a comlink, but he didn't want to advertise his presence in case there were other ships pursuing him. He'd destroyed one. That didn't mean there weren't others.The Amulet wasn't that important, so why am I a target now?The ship wouldn't have gone any faster if he'd had a seat and a yoke to occupy himself, but he wouldn't have felt so lost. He could almost hear Jacen reminding him that physical activity was frequently displacement, and that he needed to develop better mental discipline to rise above fidgeting restlessness. An unquiet mind wasn't receptive, he said.Ben straightened his legs to rub a sore knee, then settled again cross-legged to try meditating. It was going to be a long journey.The bulkheads and deck were amber pumice, and from time to time, the surfaces seemed to burn with a fire embedded in the material. Whoever had made it had had a thing about flames. Ben tried not to think flame, in case the ship interpreted it as a command.But it wasn't that stupid. It could almost think for him.He reached inside his tunic and felt the Amulet, the stupid worthless thing that didn't seem to be an instrument of great Sith power after all, just a fancy bauble that Kiara's dad had been sent to deliver. Now the man was dead, all because of Ben, and the worst thing was that Ben didn't know why.I need to find Jacen.Jacen wasn't stupid, either, and it was hard to believe he'd been duped about the Amulet. Maybe it was part of some plan; if it was, Ben hoped it was worth Faskus's life and Kiara's misery.That's my mission: put the Amulet of Kalara in Jacen's hands. Nothing more, nothing less.Jacen could be anywhere now: in his offices on Coruscant, on the front line of some battle, hunting subversives. Maybe this weird Force-controlled ship could tap in and locate him. He'd be on the holonews. He always was: Colonel Jacen Solo, head of the Galactic Alliance Guard, all-around public hero holding back the threats of a galaxy. Okay, I'm feeling sorry for myself. Stop it. He couldn't land this ship on a Coruscant strip and stroll away from it as if it were just a TIE fighter he'd salvaged. People would ask awkward questions. He wasn't even sure what it was. And that meant it was one for Jacen to sort out."Okay," Ben said aloud. "Can you find Jacen Solo? Have you got a way of scanning comli...
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