The Ruins of Dantooine: Star Wars Galaxies Legends by Voronica Whitney-Robinson

Description: The Ruins of Dantooine: Star Wars Galaxies Legends by Voronica Whitney-Robinson Enter the explosive universe of the exciting online game"STAR WARS GALAXIES:"AN EMPIRE DIVIDED!It is a time of great turmoil. The oppressive Empire is close to seizing complete control of the galaxy. The ragtag guerrilla army of the Rebel Alliance fights on, striking wherever it can, but now something has come to light that could spell certain doom. Hidden in the Jedi ruins of Dantooine is a Holocron containing a list of high-level Rebel sympathizers. If that list were to fall into the hands of Darth Vader, the Rebel Alliance would lose its most valued support—and possibly the war itself.As an Imperial bio-engineer who frequently visits other worlds, Dusque Mistflier is the perfect cover for a Rebel who needs to travel far and wide without arousing suspicion. And so she agrees to help Rebel spy Finn Darktrin in his quest to recover the crucial Holocron. Despite help from Han, Luke, and Leia, the mission is fraught with peril. And as their journey takes them into the fiery belly of the beast that is galactic civil war, Dusque and Finn will learn that the hardest part of all is figuring out whose side you're on—and how far you're willing to go to win. . . . FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description Enter the explosive universe of the exciting online gameSTAR WARS GALAXIES:AN EMPIRE DIVIDED!It is a time of great turmoil. The oppressive Empire is close to seizing complete control of the galaxy. The ragtag guerrilla army of the Rebel Alliance fights on, striking wherever it can, but now something has come to light that could spell certain doom. Hidden in the Jedi ruins of Dantooine is a Holocron containing a list of high-level Rebel sympathizers. If that list were to fall into the hands of Darth Vader, the Rebel Alliance would lose its most valued support—and possibly the war itself.As an Imperial bio-engineer who frequently visits other worlds, Dusque Mistflier is the perfect cover for a Rebel who needs to travel far and wide without arousing suspicion. And so she agrees to help Rebel spy Finn Darktrin in his quest to recover the crucial Holocron. Despite help from Han, Luke, and Leia, the mission is fraught with peril. And as their journey takes them into the fiery belly of the beast that is galactic civil war, Dusque and Finn will learn that the hardest part of all is figuring out whose side youre on—and how far youre willing to go to win. . . . Author Biography Voronica Whitney-Robinson has worked as a Peace Corps volunteer in Africa, a veterinary assistant in New Zealand, and a marine biologist in Seattle. She has written four novels for Wizards of the Coast. She lives with her husband in Washington State.Haden Blackman is producer at LucasArts on Star Wars® Galaxies™: An Empire Divided™, a massively multiplayer online role-playing game (MMORPG) set in the classic Star Wars universe and one of the largest Star Wars video game ever built. Blackman has worked in interactive entertainment as a writer, voice director, and content supervisor. He is also the author of The Field Guide to North American Monsters, The Field Guide to North American Hauntings, Star Wars: The New Essential Guide to Vehicles and Vessels, and numerous Star Wars comic books. Excerpt from Book PROLOGUE Prologue A light rain misted the hillside. Other than that slight patter, the only sound disturbing the evening was the sudden cry of the peko peko. The large, blueskinned reptavians pitiful squawk carried across the still lake before stopping as suddenly as it had begun. "The tusk-cats must be hunting," Inquisitor Loam Redge said quietly to himself, smiling at the idea of the sleek, fawn-colored beasts circling the Retreat. Peko pekos werent the only thing that the large predators could kill; simply the opening course. The cloaked human stood alone on the stone balcony overlooking the placid lake and the hills beyond. For the last few moments, he had watched the final glow of the setting sun turn the world a brief, shimmering pink. As soon as the molten ball had disappeared, though, the sky had turned several shades of gray, from dirty white to steel. The colors layered themselves one on top of the other, so it was impossible to discern where one began and another ended. And then the rains had come. With a parting glance toward the twinkling lights of Moenia off to the east, the Inquisitor returned inside, where he brushed at his cloaks furiously, as though their exposure to the abrupt shower had somehow sullied them. He smoothed back his rich brown hair and stood with his spine at ramrod attention. No one knew how old the Inquisitor was, and Redge preferred it remain that way. There were precious few secrets in the Empire, and he liked to keep as many as he could. Inquisitor Loam Redge was one of those rare individuals who derived great pleasure from his work. Finding those sensitive to the Force, torturing them, and destroying them were his topmost priorities, and they also gave him the greatest joy. He was very good at his vocation, and he always looked as though he was enjoying a private joke when he was at his busiest. This twisted happiness had, over time, etched its mark on his face in the form of the faintest crinkles near the outer edges of his dirt-colored eyes. Other than that, his face was mostly unlined. He might have been thirty, he might have been fifty. When he was satisfied that he looked properly groomed, Inquisitor Redge moved out into the hallway. He padded silently across the plush, goldtrimmed maroon carpeting that lined the walkway. It was so thick, he barely heard the MSE-6 that almost scurried past his feet. The tiny, black, rectangular droids littered the Emperors Retreat, as they did so many of the Imperial starships and ground installations throughout the galaxy. When the struggling company Rebaxan Columni had found itself facing imminent bankruptcy, it had offered the Empire a cut-rate deal on millions of them. Because the navy was extremely short on droids, it accepted. Now the Empire was crawling with the little automatons. The small droid stopped a few feet beyond the Inquisitor and extended its heavy manipulator arm, clutching a rag. It scrubbed feverishly at some unseen smudge on the tan marble wall. Redge studied the droid for a moment as it buffed the already highly polished surface before slightly raising his cloaks up and moving past it. He found that the mechanism reminded him vaguely of a type of small vermin, and it disturbed him slightly. There was no one else in the corridor, and he continued to revel in the quiet luxury of Emperor Palpatines Retreat on Naboo. The Emperors homeworld was calmly green, with areas of dense swamps broken up by rolling plains and verdant hills. Redge found the view soothing and knew that Emperor Palpatine had chosen the location for just that effect, not because of any maudlin sense of homeworld loyalty. While he had traveled to Theed, Moenia, Kaadara, Deeja Peak, and most of the smaller cities on the relatively peaceful planet, Inquisitor Redge had not yet ventured into the streams and canals that honeycombed the interior core of the planet. He had heard from a reliable source that it was possible for one to travel throughout the whole of Naboo and never once stick a head above ground. At some point, he would have to explore the passageways himself, or send a trusted associate in his place. There was no way of knowing just what or who might be hiding down there. Naboo might be a haven not just for artists and architects, but for other, less desirable sorts as well. Since establishing the Retreat, the Emperor had had little trouble planetside and seen no sign of the Rebellion, as far as Redge was aware. And Redge made it his business to know. Queen Kylantha had pledged and proven her loyalty many times over to Palpatine. But it irked the Inquisitor that she had not bothered to dissolve the Naboo Royal Advisory Council or to impose any real changes on the democratic structure of the government. If she were truly that loyal, then why hadnt she made the simple and overt gesture of disbanding the mock administration? Was it simply for her vanity, so that she could retain her empty title, or was there more to it? These questions nagged at the Inquisitor during the darkest hours of the night. Rounding a corner, Redge arrived at the entrance of a cavernous, domed antechamber, large enoughto hold several garrisons comfortably. Like the hallway that led up to it, the chamber was composed entirely of mottled pink-and-tan marble. Hanging along the walls and from the curved ceiling were banners of maroon and gold, like the rugs that carpeted the myriad hallways in the Retreat. Cylindrical gold lamps hung down, casting shining puddles of light on the polished floor. Along the far wall, two of the Emperors personal guards, draped entirely in crimson, stood as sentries by the door the Inquisitor knew led to the Emperors inner sanctum. Like avenging spirits, the guards remained steadfast in their duty, not moving a muscle. However, the vast chamber was not entirely devoid of movement. Along the curved wall, near a small computer terminal, two stormtroopers stood. Unlike Redge, these troopers were relaxed in their stance. One eaned casually against the wall--no easy feat, given the fact that he was clad from head to toe in sparkling white armor. His colleague held only a slightly more militaristic pose. Neither man faced Redge, so both were unaware of his presence. Gliding over slightly, the Inquisitor could just hear their clipped conversation. "I tell you," the one against the wall squawked to the other, "if they havent started building a new one yet, theyre not going to." "Its only been about a year," the other replied with more static in his response, his transmitter clearly in need of some attention. "Equipment that awesome takes time to repair." "Im telling you," the first argued, "that if they havent repaired or replaced the Death Star by now, they wont. And that should tell you something." "What do you mean?" his comrade responded, and even Redge could hear the unease in the mans mechanized voice. The first stormtrooper shifted his stance slightly. "Ive heard rumors that the Rebellion is growing, becoming more powerful. If they could take out a weapon as great as the Death Star, theres no telling just how strong they really are. I think the Emperor is hiding that from us." His voice had dropped surprisingly low, considering he had to speak through a transmitter. "I think hes hiding many things." "Talk like that will get you killed," his friend warned him. "Or worse," Redge added in a gentle, melodic voice. Both troopers turned suddenly, clearly caught off guard. That was the technique that Redge enjoyed the most: knock an opponent off balance and strike while he was teetering. "Sir, I-I didnt know you were here," the first stammered. "Obviously," Redge replied easily, enjoying the mans apparent discomfort. He decided to let him squirm a moment longer and so remained silent, forcing the trooper to try to dig his way out of his shallow grave. "Im sorry, sir, I meant no disservice. I was just explaining my concerns to--" "Dont bother trying to explain anything to me, soldier," Redge interrupted coldly. "I know exactly what you were trying to explain to your friend here." He nodded to the other man. "You feel our Emperor is keeping things from you, keeping you in the dark, so to speak?" "Its just that--" "Its just nothing," Redge warned him darkly, his facade of pleasantness a memory. "You know all that you need to know and nothing more or less, like the rest of us. To serve the Emperor is to trust in him completely and question nothing." The stormtroopers remained silent, and the Inquisitor knew they were both too frightened to speak. That fear warmed his cold heart. The corners of his thin lips twitched in growing pleasure. He relaxed his stance ever so slightly. "But," he graciously allowed, "you do make a good point in your own simplistic fashion." "Sir?" the second soldier asked, and Redge knew they were fishing for anything to redeem themselves. "The war is far from over," he admitted. "We do have the strength and the power to crush the Rebels; that much is obvious. However, the Rebels are devious, and like fanned rawls they have hidden themselves well and fashioned nests and lairs at the highest levels of power. Only when we drive them out and exterminate those hidden in our midst will victory truly be ours," Redge explained, momentarily caught up in his own fervor. But before he could pursue the discussion further, he felt an almost imperceptible change in the air pressure of the chamber. The wiry hairs on his arms rose, and Redge knew th Details ISBN0345470664 Author Voronica Whitney-Robinson Language English ISBN-10 0345470664 ISBN-13 9780345470669 Media Book DEWEY 813.54 Year 2003 Short Title SW GALAXIES RUINS OF DANTOOINE Pages 304 Subtitle The Ruins of Dantooine DOI 10.1604/9780345470669 Place of Publication New York Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2003-12-30 NZ Release Date 2003-12-30 US Release Date 2003-12-30 UK Release Date 2003-12-30 Publisher Random House USA Inc Series Star Wars - Legends Format Paperback Publication Date 2003-12-30 Imprint Ballantine Books Inc. Audience General We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:7161985;

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