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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

Bell glanced to his left as the owner of the voice brought his Z-29 Skyhawk alongside the Vector. The pilot was a Cyclorrian, gloved fingers wrapped around the controls. Bell thanked the Force for the translator unit that was making sense of the insectoid’s chirrups and clicks, not to mention the starfighter at its controls. The Z-29 was the latest of a fleet of Skyhawks produced at the shipyard. The Incom Corporation had already signed a number of lucrative deals to supply Skyhawks to worlds throughout the Republic and beyond. You didn’t need the Force to sense the pride in the pilot’s voice. He knew that this battle, although dangerous, would be a chance to show off the Z-29’s speed and maneuverability. The Nihil had made a mistake attacking one of the finest shipbuilders in the Mid Rim, especially with two Jedi present.

Ember barked, and Bell laughed.

“I stand corrected. Two Jedi and a charhound.”

He was sure that dog could read his mind sometimes.

“Jedi Zettifar?”

Bell apologized to the waiting pilot, telling him to proceed as he had suggested. The Cyclorrian peeled off with a wave of his antennae, rejoining his swarm-mates in the battle of their lives.

Bell looked around, scanning the space around the hangar. “Master?”

“I’m with you, Padawan,” Indeera responded, her Vector appearing at his starboard wing.

“And the Force is with us all.”

Bell banked to port, angling away from the stricken hangar. Indeera matched his bearing perfectly, turning with him as they sped toward their new target—the Nihil Cloudship.

CHAPTER SIX

Safrifa

As the monster dragged her ever closer to the stinking wound of its mouth, Ty’s only thought was that the crikking thing had more teeth than was strictly necessary.

She should’ve guessed it was going to be a Drengir. A year ago, she’d never even heard the name before—no one had—but now the damn horrors were everywhere, bursting from the ground on just about every planet along the galactic frontier. When she had first heard one described Ty had sniggered. Sentient plants? Seriously? How in void’s name could a plant be a threat? That was before she had seen one face-to-gnarled-face, a hideous mound of writhing branches with spurs of knotted wood. Tales of infestations spread as fast as the monsters themselves, whispered in hushed tones in a thousand watering holes or huddled around campfires. Entire worlds were said to have been lost to the Drengir blight, settlements strangled by their barbed vines and populations consumed. Nothing seemed able to stop them once an infestation had taken root. Even the Hutts were said to have suffered, the teeming metropolises of Nal Hutta all but transformed into seething jungles. Tall tales? Some folk dismissed such reports as nonsense, but as far as Ty was concerned the threat was as real as the creepers that were dragging her ever closer to that snarling maw.