Chapters (80)
- Cover
- The Rising Storm
- PROLOGUE
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FIFTY
- CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
- CHAPTER SIXTY
- CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
- CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
- CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
- CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX
- CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE
- CHAPTER SEVENTY
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIX
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
“Indeed I do, and while I hope you’ll forgive me if I keep some secrets close to my chest, you should probably know what will be required of you when we meet our potential benefactor.” She paused, her eyes falling to Ty’s waist, specifically her holster.
Now Ty’s missing tendril was really starting to itch.
“Would you like something to drink?” Mantessa asked, indicating the door. “I have a number of questions about that lightsaber of yours …”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
The Unity Arc, Valo
The crowd gasped as a drift of Vectors streaked overhead, flying in perfect formation. Stellan had to admit that it was the perfect end to a perfect afternoon. The regasa’s arrival had gone like Muun clockwork, much to the obvious delight of Lina Soh, and now the chancellor’s entire retinue was standing on a platform in front of literally thousands of people who had gathered in front of the fair gates for the official opening ceremony. Then there were the billions who would be watching on the holonet. It truly was a wonder to behold, although that didn’t stop Stellan from wishing that he was up there with his fellow Jedi, joining the drift as they dropped into a perfect Sunburris cascade, one of Nib Assek’s favorite maneuvers. Nib was leading the Vectors, Burryaga piloting a craft of his own, a recent development after years of flying with his Master. The Ithorian Jedi Mikkel Sutmani had joined them in the air, alongside Master Kunpar of the local temple. Regasa Elarec burst into applause as the Vectors made one last bank and sped off into the horizon, the crowd following the queen’s lead. Stellan scanned the throng waiting to flow through the Unity Arc, picking out just a few of the familiar faces in their number. There was Cherff Maota, Avar’s former Master who now scoured the galaxy as a Seeker, searching for Force-adept youngsters to be trained by the Order, and Nooranbakarakana, a Frozian Jedi whom Stellan knew by reputation alone. Then there was Torban Buck, the hulking Chagrian medic who was famed as much for his bizarre insistence that everyone call him Buckets of Blood as for his medical expertise. Buck saw Stellan looking his way and fired off a jaunty salute, leaving the Council member wondering if he should return the gesture.
Fortunately the decision was taken out of his hands when Soh took a step toward the dais where Matari and Voru had been sitting patiently throughout the display.