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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

Porter Engle saved her from acting on the impulse. Her Vector rocked as he roared past her, oily smoke billowing from his engine. There was no way he could pull up, but he had somehow wrestled the craft into a collision course with the Nihil. Time seemed to slow down, Engle’s canopy detaching as the Ikkrukki bailed out, shooting straight up as the Vector plowed into its target, both Jedi and Nihil craft destroyed in one neat explosion. Indeera swept through the fireball, only sensing the Blade of Bardotta a fraction of a second before he landed on top of her Vector, grabbing one of her wings to ride her craft like a skyboard. Indeera had heard the stories of what Engle had been in his youth—she even believed some of them—but this was something else. She had no idea how he was hanging on, or how he’d managed to land on top of a ship flying this fast, but she knew instinctively what he planned to do—and it was in every way as impossible as the stunt he had just pulled. They had no comms, and yet somehow the rest of the drift appeared at her wings. Was this Porter calling the others to them? It had to be. What else would explain the broken images that flooded her mind? Eggs cooking on a stove. Engle’s Vector screeching out of hyperspace over Cyclor. A distant terror, from years ago, a lightsaber slipping from broken fingers.

He was trying to communicate, but the message was as scrambled as the eggs she could almost smell. She reached back, calming his thoughts, easing the memories that threatened to overwhelm her. Was this how Engle viewed the galaxy, the past and the present constantly in flux? What had happened back then? What horror had the Blade of Bardotta witnessed?

Not now, she imagined him saying. Now we save lives.

Suddenly everything was clear. There was no more confusion, only certainty. Engle, Indeera, Mikkel, Nib, and Burryaga of one mind and one resolve.

The drift came about, dropping effortlessly into a formation, Porter still miraculously standing on her Vector’s back, anchored in place. Whether it was by force of will or will of the Force, she didn’t know, nor did it matter. All that mattered were the people falling to their deaths.

Porter Engle was about to perform the impossible.

No, not just him. They all were.

Together.

For light and life.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

The Faith and Life zone