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Chapters (80)
  1. Cover
  2. The Rising Storm
  3. PROLOGUE
  4. CHAPTER ONE
  5. CHAPTER TWO
  6. CHAPTER THREE
  7. CHAPTER FOUR
  8. CHAPTER FIVE
  9. CHAPTER SIX
  10. CHAPTER SEVEN
  11. CHAPTER EIGHT
  12. CHAPTER NINE
  13. CHAPTER TEN
  14. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  15. CHAPTER TWELVE
  16. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  17. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  18. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  19. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  20. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  21. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  22. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  23. CHAPTER TWENTY
  24. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  25. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  33. CHAPTER THIRTY
  34. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  35. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  36. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  42. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
  43. CHAPTER FORTY
  44. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
  45. CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
  46. CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
  47. CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
  48. CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
  49. CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
  50. CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
  51. CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
  52. CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
  53. CHAPTER FIFTY
  54. CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
  55. CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
  56. CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
  57. CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
  58. CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
  59. CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
  60. CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
  61. CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
  62. CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
  63. CHAPTER SIXTY
  64. CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
  65. CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
  66. CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
  67. CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
  68. CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
  69. CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX
  70. CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN
  71. CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT
  72. CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE
  73. CHAPTER SEVENTY
  74. CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE
  75. CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO
  76. CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE
  77. CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOUR
  78. CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE
  79. CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIX
  80. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

Near the door, the Mon Cal came to and spotted what she was doing.

Ty groped for the weapon, willing it to move.

The Mon Calamari raised his bowcaster, the quarrel locking into place.

She wasn’t going to make it.

The Nihil yelped as his ’caster sparked, smoke billowing out its inner workings. It clattered to the floor, and Ty glanced at Ram. The kid was grinning. Had he done that? Maybe he wasn’t so timid after all.

He had also put himself in the firing line. A Nihil with blotched purple skin shoved past the Mon Calamari, her blaster aimed directly at Ram’s head. The Padawan’s smile dropped away as he stared into the muzzle, and Ty decided he wasn’t going to die today. The carbine jumped to her hand and she fired, delivering a head shot that sent the Nihil woman spinning into the bars of Ram’s cell.

The Mon Cal turned on her in fury and went the same way. Suddenly Ty wasn’t feeling so tired. Freedom had a way of doing that to her.

She brought the blaster up a third time and shot out the control panel, the bars sliding back. Mantessa barged past before Ty could even move, while Ram stood shell-shocked in his cell. He was a good kid but would have to look after himself. Like it or not, she still had a job to do.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

The Innovator

Bell grunted as his body jerked to a halt half a meter from a deck plate that could have broken most of the bones in his body. He had reacted out of instinct, cushioning both his and Ember’s fall using the Force, although the sudden stop had sent a worrying stab of pain through his newly healed core. He couldn’t concern himself with that now. He had vowed to get Kip and Jom to safety, and the Innovator was listing wildly, obviously taking in water. He could feel the anguish of those trapped inside, the panic, but also the resolve of those among them who were trying their best to escape, taking as many survivors with them as they could. He focused on that, drawing strength from their courage.

He scrambled up, splashing in the cold lake water that was already pooling around his ankles. He called upon the Force to orient himself, working out which way was forward and which was aft. All around, the ship groaned like a wounded garral, the superstructure creaking as the deck continued to tilt.