the High Republic is no longer in peacetime. After the events of Charles Soule Light of the Jedi, the first adult book in the new wave from Lucasfilm Star wars stories set some 200 years before the events of cinema, the galaxy is under attack by the marauders of the Nothing and suffering from the great hyperspace disaster caused by their leader Marchion Ro.
Now Ro plans to attack the next Republic Fair, but how? This Cavan Scott’s exclusive The Rising Storm, the follow-up of Light of the Jedi, does not fully answer this question, but it does reveal that the answer is much, much more complicated than it seems. In it, Marchion Ro arrives on an unknown frozen planet with a very mysterious purpose …
The cold had never worried Udi Dis. He had never experienced it growing up, but it was so long ago now, the tropics of Talor little more than a distant memory. There had been so many worlds since, so many roads mapped out and sold. His father would have been ashamed of the life his son had led, but what else was new. None of this stopped Dis’s breath catching its breath as the SpiderThe ramp of the ramp slammed down onto the dusty ground. The cold was intense even here in Rystan’s living group, but Dis couldn’t let it show. He wouldn’t. He strode down the ramp, clad in a fur-lined cape and mask to shield his eyes from the wind, the metal snapping under his clawed feet, ignoring the cold that sliced his feathers like a vibro knife.
“There she is,” a voice croaked as Marchion Ro exited the craft himself. Dis fell into a defensive stance, his grip on his wings tightening, arms curved the only thing he still had from home. A bundle of furs was rushing towards them, leading a trio of tall creatures that looked like escapees from a bio-splicer’s nightmare, a hideous mix of both fuzzy and bantha. Not for the first time, Dis wished for his affinity for the Force, the kinesthesia that allowed him to navigate the stars with such precision, extended to the legendary premonition of the Jedi, a sense of danger before he struck. For all he knew, those thick skins hid a disintegrator or a laser plague.
He flinched as Ro’s hand rested on his shoulder.
“Comfortable, soldier. This is our contact. ”
Soldier. It had been a long time since Dis had been a soldier. It had been a long time since Dis had been anything. Long before he found the Nihil.
Ro strode past him, coming off the ramp as the newcomer widened her arms.
“Marchion, Marchion, Marchion,” she hissed in family glee. “You came back to us. To finish. You have returned to the path. ”
“Kufa,” Ro replied, but he made no attempt to return the embrace the old woman so obviously wanted. Instead, she let her arms fall to her swaddled sides once more, content to smile at the man who had unleashed a reign of terror on the Outer Rim. “It’s good to see you, cousin.
Another surprise. Was this old woman, with her leathery skin and toothless smile, a relative of the Eye itself? Say knew little about Ro’s past, other than the fact that he inherited the title of Eye from his father, Asgar. Beyond that, no one knew much about Ro’s lineage, or even his kind with their slate gray skin and black eyes. And yet, there was something about this woman’s face – with her odd tattoos so similar to Nihil lightning bolts – that was familiar to her, even though Ro looked like he could break her like a reed of barium.
“We missed you,” said the woman, looking up to the Eye. “When we got your message, the Old One hardly believed it. . . She paused, lifting a trembling finger to her mask. Ro allowed him to touch it, another first as far as Dis knew. “Although I prefer to see your face. It’s been so long.”
Ro guided his hand down, holding it warmly in his hands. “Later. When we are in the sanctuary.”
That, at least, seemed to appease him for the moment. “Yes. Yes, the sanctuary. Even if the temperature will be worse, not better.”
“I can believe it.”
“But it will be worth it. . . to look at the leveler. Feel its annihilating peace.
“Like our ancestor did, a long time ago.”
“As we have been taught. All of us.”
Tears shone in the dark eyes of the old woman. I was wondering if they would freeze.
“You have truly returned from darkness.”
Ro let go of his hand.
“Will you take us, then?”
Kufa’s gaze shifted to Dis, as if he was seeing him for the first time. “And who would you bring to the Golamaran fields?” Who would you bring to the shrine? ”
“It’s Udi Dis,” Ro told him, raising his hand in Dis’s direction. “A… A friend.”
I liked that. Not a bodyguard. Not even just a pilot. A friend.
The old crone’s eyes caught him.
“He is… What?”
Dis wanted to scream that he was freezing.
“He’s Talortai,” Ro replied for him. “A strong species in the Force.”
Her eyes returned to her cousin’s masked face.
This time, Dis took the floor. “I am a navigator. A scout. ”
She chuckled, visibly amused by his choice of words. “Are you now? Well, whatever you are, whatever you may do, you are welcome. Again, she looked up at Ro.” Just like the credits that came before you. Such generosity.
“I knew the trip here would be tough for you,” Ro said. “Do you still have that old bucket of rust?”
“The Open hand? Yes Yes. Half devoured by rust weevils, it still flies, but not to the sanctuary. She patted the skin of one of the shaggy beasts that waited patiently beside her. “The slarga will take us where no means of transport will fly. They are strong. “She glanced at Ro.” They must be where we are going. “
Extract Cavan Scott’s Star Wars: The Upper Republic – The Rising Storm reprinted with permission. Copyright Del Rey.
Star Wars: The High Republic – The Rising Storm will be available on June 29, along with its long-running audiobook Star wars narrator Marc Thompson, of Del Rey.
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