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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

The Elegencia punched its way into the nearest Path, leaving the rest of the Tempest to its fate.

CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX

The Starlight Pavilion

“Is it working?”

Rhil Dairo tapped the side of her implant. Static was filling a vid-window only she could see. The Starlight Pavilion was still standing, more or less, OrbaLin back in his containment suit, lengths of his robes tied around the gash where he had so spectacularly revealed his true viscous form. The Lamproid was still on the floor, now bound in a legendary artifact apparently known as the Lariat of Armistice, an unbreakable cord that dated from the days of the Mystic Nine, whenever that was. Rhil had been amused when OrbaLin couldn’t resist giving yet another history lesson as she had helped him secure the Nihil and then the pavilion as a whole. First Stellan and now OrbaLin. These Jedi were true to type, a font of all knowledge whatever the situation. Lin and Stellan must have been a real hit at Jedi parties. But there was no malice in her thoughts. OrbaLin had saved her life, and as for Stellan … well, there was no telling if he was even still alive.

“Can I help?”

She shook her head. OrbaLin had already repaired T-9, stripping parts from a wrecked service droid as well as helping her establish a wireless connection to the replay unit. Communications with the Republic had been reestablished, even if they were still patchy, maybe something to do with the Togruta fleet, and Rhil wanted to get footage back to GoNet as soon as possible. The galaxy needed to see what the Nihil had done.

“Come on, Tee,” she muttered under her breath. “Come on.”

She turned a dial, and the static gave way to a grainy image, T-9’s excited chatter scrolling over her heads-up display. No. Excited wasn’t right. The droid was overwhelmed, and she couldn’t blame him.

“What are you seeing?”

OrbaLin’s question was almost lost beneath a distorted message from her producer back in the Core.

“We’re getting it, Rhil. Star’s End, what’s happened there?”

Another voice crackled over the line. She realized she was listening to GoNet anchor Sine Spenning commentating over the footage, which was now being broadcast live to the galaxy.

“Rhil—can we come to you?”

“Live?”

“Yeah. We’ll patch you in, audio only.”

She nodded, realizing a second later that the producer couldn’t see.

“Sure,” she said, trying to hide the waver in her voice. She punched a control on the comm terminal, switching over to GoNet’s frequency. A holoprojector whirred, beaming a flickering image against the storeroom’s wall so OrbaLin could see for himself. T-9’s pixelated footage was writ large in front of them, complete with GoNet’s logo in the bottom corner, a ribbon of headlines scrolling beneath the imagery.

BREAKING: REPUBLIC FAIR HIT BY UNPRECEDENTED NIHIL ATTACK.

DEATH TOLL ROCKETING.

CHANCELLOR SOH’S WHEREABOUTS UNKNOWN.