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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

Rhil felt a nudge in the small of her back. T-9 was still hovering above her head. It had to be OrbaLin. Surely the maniac didn’t expect her to get past the Lamproid? She’d be dead as soon as she broke cover.

The archivist sliced through the first of the sickles with ease, the metal, dense though it was, little use against a lightsaber. Dee hissed, slashing at the atmospheric seal of OrbaLin’s helmet with the other blade. The Jedi stepped back, only narrowly avoiding the blade.

“They were, however,” he said, still blathering about the bloody tokens, “minted from crude barabbian, which as I’m sure you know is remarkably dense, especially when propelled at high velocity, as I will now demonstrate.”

Something small and round whipped up from the floor and streaked past Rhil’s head. Was that—? It was! OrbaLin had used the Force to snatch up one of the tokens that he had been obsessing about. Two others joined the first now, whirling around the room as if caught in a hurricane. She wasn’t the only one who had noticed them. The Lamproid called a warning but was a dash too late, as each swirling projectile suddenly found its target.

Spluk.

Spluk.

Spluk.

OrbaLin had been correct. The tokens were surprisingly dense as they punched through helmets and respirators, dropping the Lamproid and Kitonak to the ground. Only the Twi’lek was still on her feet, her helmet obviously constructed of stronger stuff. In desperation she threw the sickle at OrbaLin’s head, flipping back head over heels to liberate an antique staff from a smashed cabinet. The archivist’s fight was far from over, but at last Rhil’s path was clear.

She pelted forward, leaping over the stunned Lamproid, and crashed through the storeroom door, T-9 nipping after her.

Behind her the duel continued, OrbaLin now facing one of his own antiques, but the archivist had more than proved he could look after himself. As for Rhil, she had a job to do.

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

The Rothana experimental walker

Stellan never heard the chancellor hit the ground. He couldn’t hear anything. His ears were ringing and one of his eyes had swollen shut. All he knew was that the Trandoshan was on top of him, punching down with his remaining fist, each strike loosening more of Stellan’s teeth. Stellan had no idea where his lightsaber had fallen or even how to summon it. He couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t function.

That’s when he saw his Master’s face. Not physically, of course, Stellan could be blind for all he knew, but Rana Kant was there all the same, her features creased with age but kind, gentle, and so, so strong.