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Invincible: Star Wars Legends (legacy Of The Force)

byTroy Denning

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No war can last forever. Now, in the long and punishing battle between the defiant champions of the New Jedi Order and the juggernaut that is the Galactic Alliance, the endgame is finally at hand. With so much lost–and nothing less than the course of the future still at stake–there can be no turning back. No matter the consequences.

The rebel cause is losing ground under the twin blows of Admiral Gilad Pellaeon’s assassination and the death of Mara Jade Skywalker. At the same time, having gained the support of the Imperial Remnant and its ruthlessly efficient forces, the Galactic Alliance, with the extraordinary power and dark brilliance of newly ascendant Sith Lord Darth Caedus at its helm, may be unstoppable. Tormented and torn between the call of duty and the thirst for vengeance, Luke has searched the Force and beheld an unspeakable vision of the galaxy enslaved under tyranny more monstrous than even Palpatine’s. Now it seems that the last, best hope lies in mobilizing the scattered Jedi for one decisive search-and-destroy mission. The objective: eliminate Darth Caedus.

It’s a plan that will be as difficult and dangerous to execute as it is daring. For Caedus is a scion of both the Skywalker and Solo bloodlines whose command of the Force surpasses even that of his grandfather

Darth Vader. There is only one who is bound by destiny to stand against him in what will surely be a duel to the death, only one with an outside chance of bringing down the dark lord who was once Jacen Solo.

Failure is not an option. The furious final moments between power and peace are here, and whoever confronts Darth Caedus will decide the outcome–and the fate of those left standing.


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Troy Denning is the New York Times bestselling author of Star Wars: Tatooine Ghost, Star Wars: The New Jedi Order: Star by Star, the Star Wars: Dark Nest trilogy: The Joiner King, The Unseen Queen, and The Swarm War, and Star Wars: Legacy of the Force: Tempest and Inferno, as well as Pages of Pain, Beyond the High Road, The Summoning, ...
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Title:Invincible: Star Wars Legends (legacy Of The Force)Format:Mass Market PaperbackDimensions:368 pages, 6.9 × 4.16 × 0.99 inPublished:December 30, 2008Publisher:Random House Publishing GroupLanguage:English

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What’s the difference between a lightsaber and a glowrod? A lightsaber impresses girls!–Jacen Solo, age 14 (shortly before he cut off Tenel Ka’s arm in sparring practice)HE HAD MADE A FEW MISTAKES. CAEDUS COULD SEE THAT NOW.He had fallen to the same temptation all Sith did, had cuthimself off from everything he loved–his family, his lover, even hisdaughter–to avoid being distracted by their betrayals. He could seenow how blinding himself to his pain had also blinded him to hisduty, how he had begun to think only of himself, of his plans, of hisdestiny . . . of his galaxy.Self-absorption.That was the downfall of the Sith, always. He had studied the livesof the ancients–such greats as Naga Sadow, Freedon Nadd, ExarKun–and he knew that they always made the same mistake, thatsooner or later they always forgot that they existed to serve the galaxy,and came to believe that the galaxy existed to serve them.And Caedus had stepped into the same trap. He had forgottenwhy he was doing all this, the reason that he had picked up a lightsaberin the first place and the reason that he had given himself over to theSith, the reason that he had taken sole control of the Galactic Alliance.To serve.Caedus had forgotten because he was weak. After Allana had betrayedhim by sneaking off the Anakin Solo with his parents, his painhad become a distraction. He had been unable to think, to plan, tocommand, to read the future . . . to lead. So he had shut away his feelingsfor Allana, had convinced himself that he was not really doing thisfor her and the trillions of younglings like her, that he was doingthis for destiny–for his destiny.It had all been a lie. Even after what Allana had done, Caedus stillloved her. He was her father, and he would always love her, no matterhow much she hurt him. He had been wrong to try to escape that.Caedus needed to hold on to that love whatever it cost him, to cling tothat love even as it tore his heart apart.Because that was how Sith stayed strong. They needed pain to keepthe Balance, to remind them they were still human. And they neededit so they would not forget the pain they were inflicting on others. Tomake the galaxy safer, everyone had to suffer–even Sith Lords.And so there would be no angry outbursts when he confrontedthe Moffs over their unauthorized adventures, no demonstration killings,no Force chokings or threats to have his fleets attack theirs, nointimidation of any sort. There would be no consequences at all, forhow were they to know of the worrisome things he had been seeing inhis Force visions lately–the Mandalorian maniacs and the burning asteroids,his uncle’s inescapable gaze–if he failed to tell them? Whetherblunder or master stroke, the taking of the Roche system was as muchhis doing as the Moffs’, Caedus saw now, and he was beyond punishingothers for his mistakes. Starting today, Darth Caedus was going torule not through anger or fear or even bribery, but as every true SithLord should, through patience and love and . . . pain.Caedus finally crested the winding pedramp he had been ascendingand found himself looking down a long tubular tunnel coated inthe gray-yellow foamcrete the Verpine reserved for their royal warrens.At the far end–guarding one of the shiny new beskar-alloy blasthatches that had done absolutely nothing to stop the Remnant’saerosol attack–stood a squad of white-armored stormtroopers. Theirgray-striped shoulder plates identified them as members of the ImperialElite Guard, and the two tripod-mounted E-Webs set along thewalls suggested they were serious about preventing unauthorized accessto the chamber beyond.The stormtroopers were still turning in his direction, no doubttrying to decide whether the single black-clad figure striding towardthem was anything to be alarmed about, when Caedus raised a glovedhand and made a grasping motion. The squad leader raised his ownhand as though returning the greeting–then was knocked off his feetas both E-Web supply cables tore free of the power generators andcame flying down the corridor with weapon and tripod bouncingalong behind them.The remainder of the squad swiftly moved to firing positions,dropping to a knee in the middle of the corridor or pressing themselvesagainst the tunnel wall, and brought their blaster rifles to theirshoulders. Caedus sent a surge of Force energy sizzling down the corridor,reducing the electronic opticals inside their helmets to a blizzardof static. They opened fire anyway, but most of the bolts went wide,and those that did not Caedus deflected with the occasional flick of ahand.He was still ten paces away when the squad leader pulled his helmetoff and, bringing his weapon to bear, began yelling for the othersto do the same. Caedus raised his arm, catching the leader’s bolts onhis palm and deflecting them harmlessly down the tunnel. As the secondand third man prepared to open fire, he flicked a finger toward theleader’s blaster and sent it spinning into them. It slammed the secondman into the wall and knocked the third’s weapon from his hands.Caedus summoned the leader forward with two fingers, using theForce to bring the astonished soldier flying into his grasp.“I have no intention of harming anyone beyond that door,” Caedussaid, making his voice deep and commanding. “But I have no timeto waste, so I won’t hesitate to kill you or your men. I trust that won’tbe necessary?”The sergeant’s eyes bulged as though his throat were actuallybeing squeezed shut–which it was not–and his face paled to thecolor of his armor.“N-n-no, sir. N-not at all.” The sergeant motioned for his men tolower their weapons. “S-s-sorry.”“No apologies necessary, Sergeant,” Caedus said. “Obviously, youhaven’t been informed of the new chain of command.”Caedus set the sergeant’s boots back on the tunnel floor, thenturned to look at each of the others in the squad. He made it appearthat he was requiring each man to look into his yellow eyes, but actuallyhe was Force-probing their emotions, looking for any hint ofanger or resentment that suggested there might be a hero in thegroup. He was down to the last two when he sensed a fist of resolvetightening inside one.“Don’t do it, trooper,” he said. “There aren’t enough good soldiersin the Alliance as it is.”The fist of resolve immediately began to loosen, but the trooperwasn’t too surprised to say, “With all due respect, Colonel, we’re notAlliance soldiers.”“Not yet.” Caedus gave him a warm smile and turned toward theblast hatch, presenting his back to the entire squad. “My escorts willbe along shortly. Don’t start a firefight with them.”When he felt the squad leader motion the hero and everyone elseto lower their weapons, Caedus nodded his approval without turningaround. Then he circled his hand in front of the blast door, using theForce to send a surge of energy through its internal circuitry until a seriesof sharp clicks announced that the locking mechanisms had retracted.A moment later, a loud hiss sounded from inside the heavyhatch, and it slid aside into the wall.Caedus stepped through without hesitation and found himselflooking down on a sunken conference pit where a couple dozenImperial Moffs–most of the survivors of the slaughter aboard theBloodfin–were rising to their feet, some reaching for their sidearmsand others looking for a place to take cover. Across from them, a smallswarm of insectoid administrators from other Verpine hives squattedon their haunches, their shiny heads cocked in confusion and theirmandibles spread wide in an instinctive threat display.“No, please.” Caedus extended his arms toward the Moffs andmotioned for them to return to their seats–using the Force to compelobedience. “Don’t get up on my account.”The Moffs dropped almost as one. Most landed in the chairs theyhad been occupying, but a couple missed and landed on the floor. Severalof the aides standing behind the Moffs’ chairs were pointing holdoutblasters in his direction, looking to their superiors for some hint asto whether they should open fire or stand down. Caedus swept his armup and sent them all flying out of the conference pit onto the surroundingservice floor.“I’m afraid this will be a confidential conversation,” he said.“Leave us.”When the aides did not instantly obey, he gestured at one of thosewho had been pointing a blaster at him and sent the man tumbling outthe hatch.“Now.”The remainder of the aides scrambled for the door, many withoutbothering to stand. Caedus watched them go, his attention dividedbetween them and the Moffs, ready to pin motionless anyone whoeven thought about raising a weapon. Once the aides were gone, asimple glance was all it took to send the Verpine administrators scuttlingafter them, leaving him and the Moffs alone with a single hugeVerpine with age-silvered eyebulbs and a translucent patch on her thoraxwhere the carahide was growing thin. She showed no inclination torise from her position at the far end of the conference table, where shelay stretched along a heavily cushioned throne pedestal.“Jacen Solo, where will the hives ever gather the wealth to settleour account?” The Verpine spoke in an ancient, thrumming voice thatseemed to resonate from the very bottom of her long abdomen. As theHigh Coordinator of the Roche system’s capital asteroid, she was effectivelythe hive mother and chief executive officer of her entire civilization,outranking even the Verpine’s public face, Speaker Sass Sikili.“First, you rescue us from the Ancient Ones, and now you come withyour fleet to send away the whiteshells. Welcome.”“Thank you, Your Maternellence. But the name now is Caedus.Darth Caedus.”The hive mother inclined her head. “We have heard you wentthrough a metamorphosis. It is hard to believe you were just a larvawhen you saved us before.” She unfolded an age-curved arm and gesturedat the Moffs. “The hives will be happily rid of these wasps. Proceed.”“I wish it were that simple,” Caedus said. He turned his attentionto the Moffs, who were studying him with expressions ranging fromimpatience to annoyance, depending on whether they were brave, astute,or just plain foolhardy. “But you’re misinterpreting our presence.My fleet and I aren’t here to free the Roche system–we’re here tohold it.”It was difficult to tell who was more outraged, the mandibleclackinghive mother or the grumbling Moffs. Caedus raised his handand–when that failed to produce quiet–used the Force to muffle theclamor.As soon as he could be sure of making himself heard again, he said,“This will be best for everyone. The conquest of the Roche system hasgiven it a significance far beyond the value of its munitions factories.”The hive mother raised her thorax off her couch and demanded,“What significance? The hives are neutral! We have nothing to do withyour war.”“You have been selling munitions to all sides–and profiting handsomely,”interrupted a combat-trim Moff with close-cropped grayhair. “That makes you a legitimate target.”“Moff Lecersen makes a good point,” Caedus said. “And I didwarn you that the Mandalorians lacked the strength to protect you.”Before the hive mother could argue, he turned to Lecersen. “But theMoff Council should have consulted with me before acting. Therehave been indications in the Force all along that this invasion would bea mistake.”“Because you want the Roche munitions factories for yourself ?”scoffed a youthful Moff.Caedus recognized him from intelligence holos as Voryam Bhao.With his honey-colored complexion, curly black hair, and a sneeringupper lip just begging to be ripped off his face, he looked evenyounger than the twenty-three standard years listed in his file.“Spare us your dark prophecies, Colonel Solo,” Bhao continuedboldly. “Everyone at this table sees what you’re trying to do.”The bile began to rise in Caedus’s throat, but he reminded himselfof his resolution and resisted the urge to snap the young Moff’sneck–as he had Lieutenant Tebut’s not so long ago.Instead, he said in a calm, durasteel voice, “You really should listenmore carefully, Moff Bhao.” He made a dipping motion with hisindex finger, and Bhao’s head sank toward the table as though he werebowing. “It’s Caedus now. Darth Caedus.”If Bhao’s older peers were amused, they did not show it–not evenin the Force. They simply glared at Caedus, and another of theMoffs–this one a round-faced man with a roll of red neck-flab hangingover the collar of his buttoned tunic–shook his head in open disapproval.“We are all aware that you are very powerful in the Force, DarthCaedus,” he said. “But you seem to be forgetting that we are quitepowerful in our own right. If not for us, that catastrophe at Fondorwould have been the end of you and the Galactic Alliance.”“Nor do we need to consult with you about anything,” MoffLecersen added. “The last I checked, the Empire was an ally of theGalactic Alliance, not its territory. We don’t need your permission toconduct our operations . . . and we surely don’t need your fleets tohold what we take.”Caedus brought his anger under control by reminding himself thathe deserved such a rebuke. He had not failed at Fondor because ofNiathal’s treachery, or his admirals’ lack of boldness, or even becauseof Daala’s surprise attack. He had failed because of his own blindness,because he had allowed his anguish over Allana’s betrayal to make himarrogant and selfish and vindictive.And then, once his thinking had cleared, he began to see how thesituation must look to someone who did not have the Force. To someonewho could not look into the future and see Luke hunting himdown, or see Mandalorian maniacs bursting from walls and asteroidsburning as bright as stars, Caedus’s assertion might be hard to believe.Without such foresight, it might be easy to convince oneself that thislonely cluster of rocks could not be as important as all that–that thebalance of an interstellar war could never hinge on what was about tohappen here.After a moment’s silence, Caedus said, “You don’t believe me.”His tone was more disappointed than angry. “You think this is aboutspoils.”Lecersen exchanged suspicious glances with several of the otherMoffs, then asked, “You don’t really expect us to believe you came outhere to protect us, do you?”Caedus had to stifle a laugh. While he hadn’t been thinking of itin those terms, he realized that was exactly what he was doing here–protecting the Moffs and their crucial fleets.“I suppose that does sound absurd.” Realizing that only eventsthemselves would convince the Moffs of his sincerity, Caedus turnedand started toward the exit. “The truth so often does.”From the Hardcover edition.