Star Wars I, Jedi

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New York Times bestselling author Michael A. Stackpole presents a stirring new tale set in the Star Wars® universe: the dramatic story of a heroic X-wing pilot on the razor's edge between the Force—and the dark side.

Corran Horn has distinguished himself as one of the best and brightest of Rogue Squadron's elite fighting force. Then his wife, Mirax, vanishes on a covert mission for the New Republic, and Corran vows to find her. To do so, he knows he must develop the latent Force...

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Overview

New York Times bestselling author Michael A. Stackpole presents a stirring new tale set in the Star Wars® universe: the dramatic story of a heroic X-wing pilot on the razor's edge between the Force—and the dark side.

Corran Horn has distinguished himself as one of the best and brightest of Rogue Squadron's elite fighting force. Then his wife, Mirax, vanishes on a covert mission for the New Republic, and Corran vows to find her. To do so, he knows he must develop the latent Force powers inherited from his grandfather, a legendary Jedi hero. He joins Luke Skywalker's famed Jedi academy to begin training, only to quit in frustration at Skywalker's methods. Now Corran is on his own. Using his Corellian undercover experience, he must infiltrate, sabotage, and destroy a ruthless organization in order to find his wife. But to succeed, Corran will have to come to terms with his Jedi heritage—and make a terrible choice: surrender to the dark side...or die.

© 1999 Lucasfilm Ltd. & TM
All rights reserved. Used under authorization.

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Editorial Reviews

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Rave reviews for previous Star Wars(r) Adventures

The Jedi Academy Trilogy:
by Kevin J. Anderson

"Anderson has all but assumed the title of chancellor  of Star Wars University."
—Starlog

"Deftly puts the Star Wars characters through their paces with  never a slip, and with never a dull moment."
—The Sunday Oregonian, Portland

Heir to the Empire:
by Timothy Zahn
"Chock full of all the good stuff you've  come to expect from a battle of good against evil."
—Daily News, New York

"Moves with a speed-of-light pace that captures the  spirit of the movie trilogy so well, you can almost hear  John Williams's soundtrack."
—The Providence Sunday Journal

The Truce at Bakura:
by Kathy Tyers

"A fast-paced, rousing adventure novel, a worthy heir  to George Lucas's mighty epic."
—The Knoxville News-Sentinel

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
The author of the popular Star Wars X-Wing series breaks into hardcover with this lavish novel, which takes place when Han and Leia's twins are about three years old. Corran Horn, a former Corellian police officer turned Rogue Squadron pilot, learns that he has a Jedi inheritance and Force abilities. He also learns that his wife has been kidnapped while trying to infiltrate the operations of the piratical ex-Imperial Admiral Tavira. So it is not without inner conflicts that he goes to the newly established Jedi Academy on Yavin 4, where he encounters both his own limitations and the ghost of the Dark Jedi Exar Kun. At last he decides to return to use his Force powers in his original profession, to rescue his wife and dissolve Admiral Tavira's piratical band. By telling two stories between one set of covers, Stackpole has come up with one of the longest Star Wars novels yet, and also one of the best. Corran Horn is a more complex protagonist than many, formidably competent but with believable limitations. He also provides us with a minor player's perspective on superstars like Luke Skywalker and Han Solo (whom this ex-policeman still thinks of as an ex-criminal). Stackpole adds many engaging details and minor characters of his own to the Star Wars universe and puts his skill at telling a fluid action story on full display here. This novel will play well among the loyal fans and can be enjoyed even by non-fans with a taste for star-faring swashbucklers. Major ad/promo; simultaneous BDD Audio. (May)
VOYA - Tom Pearson
Corran Horn has spent his life in service: first as an officer in the Corellian Security Force and then as a pilot in Rogue Squadron, an X-wing fighter group of the New Republic that combats pirates who prey on Republic shipping. When pirates led by Admiral Tavira, an ex-Moff of the Imperial Empire, begin to experience unparalleled success in their criminal endeavors, Corran smells a rat. Either a Rogue Squadron member has sold out and is feeding Tavira information, or the ex-Moff has somehow persuaded one or more Jedis to work for her. When Corran's wife Mirax goes missing during a covert mission to locate Tavira's secret base, Corran vows to find her. Because he is the grandson of the Jedi Knight Nejaa Halcyon, Corran has untapped Jedi abilities-but he must learn to use these abilities in a hurry. Corran thus begins training at the new Jedi Academy run by Luke Skywalker, Jedi master and hero of the Rebellion, where he grows more skilled and discovers a potent secret power. Impatient to find Mirax, Corran leaves the Academy before completing his training. Corran infiltrates the pirate organization by posing as a gypsy pilot and soon catches the eye of Admiral Tavira, a stunningly beautiful and breathtakingly treacherous opponent. Corran must somehow defeat her and her secret Jedi helpers if he is to find Mirax. Star Wars: I, Jedi becomes a fast-paced and exciting read after a clumsy, jargon-laden first chapter. The characters, especially the villains, are well-drawn. Of course, there is some of the stilted and awkward dialogue endemic to the Star Wars universe, but it does not slow the plot down here any more so than it does in the films. In sum, this is another winner for Star Wars cognoscenti that casual enthusiasts can also read and enjoy. VOYA Codes: 4Q 4P J S (Better than most, marred only by occasional lapses, Broad general YA appeal, Junior High-defined as grades 7 to 9 and Senior High-defined as grades 10 to 12).
Thomas F. Cunningham
Michael Stackpole, author of the first four books in the Star Wars: X-Wing series, presents another fine tale featuring his hero, Corran Horn.... there is a great deal to like about I, Jedi, and I recommend it. I, Jedi is smartly executed and fun reading, and that's one of the highest endorsements I can give.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780553578737
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 6/1/1999
  • Series: Star Wars Series
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reissue
  • Pages: 577
  • Sales rank: 189,942
  • Product dimensions: 6.90 (w) x 4.14 (h) x 0.98 (d)

Meet the Author

Michael A. Stackpole is an award-winning game and computer designer and a New York Times bestselling author of more than twenty books. He lives in Arizona.

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None of us liked waiting in ambush, primarily because we couldn't be wholly certain we weren't the ones being set up for a hot-vape. The Invids—the pirate crews working with the ex-Imperial Star Destroyer Invidious—had so far eluded the best efforts of the New Republic to engage them. They seemed to know where we would be, when we would get there, and in what force, then planned their raids appropriately. As a result we spent a lot of time doing battle-damage assessments on their efforts, and they really pushed to give us plenty of BDA work.

Rogue Squadron had gone to ground to wait on several of the larger asteroids in the K'vath system. This location put us in close proximity to K'vath 5's primary moon, Alakatha. We powered down our engines and had our sensors in passive mode only to avoid detection by the folks we wanted to trap. According to our mission briefing, New Republic Intelligence had gotten a tip they considered reliable that at least part of Leonia Tavira's pirate fleet would be hitting a luxury liner coming out of the resort coast on Alakatha's northern continent. Mirax and I had actually honeymooned there three years ago, before Thrawn turned the New Republic inside-out, so I had fond memories of the place and could well remember the wealth dripping in jewels and precious metals from the throats and hands of the New Republic's elite.

I glanced at my X-wing's chronometer. "The Glitterstar is still on schedule?"

Whistler, nestled behind my cockpit, hooted with just a hint of derision in his voice.

"Yes, I know I told you to let me know if there was a change and, no, I didn't think it had slipped your circuits." I forced my gloved hands open, then rotated my wrists to get rid of some of the tension. "I'm just anxious."

He blatted a quick comment at me.

"Hey, just because patience is a virtue, that doesn't make impatience a vice." I sighed and turned the latter half of it into a piece of a Jedi breathing exercise Luke Skywalker had urged upon me when trying to recruit me as a Jedi. Breathing in through my nose to a count of four, I held the breath for a seven count, then exhaled in eight beats. With each breath I let more tension flow out of me. I sought the clarity of mind I'd need for the coming battle—if the Invids materialized—but it eluded me with the ease the Invids had shown in escaping the New Republic.

Things kept seeming to happen fast. Mirax and I married fast, and while I did not at all regret having done so, events conspired to make our married life extremely difficult. Grand Admiral Thrawn and his antics ruined our first anniversary, and rescuing Jan Dodonna and the others who had once been imprisoned with me on the Lusankya had called me away during the second. And then the reborn Emperor's assault on Coruscant dropped a Star Destroyer on what had been our home. Neither of us were there at the time, which was standard operating procedure far too often.

In fact, the only benefit of being assigned to go after the Invids was that their leader, ex-Moff Leonia Tavira, seemed to have a taste for a life of leisure. When her Invidious  vanished between raids, we usually had a week of down time before having to worry about another attack. Mirax and I put this free time to good use, rebuilding our home and our relationship, but with that came some consequences that I saw as incredibly disruptive—on the scale of Thrawn disruptive.

Mirax decided she wanted children.

I have nothing against kids—as long as they go home with their parents at the end of the day. Expressing this opinion in those terms to Mirax was not the smartest thing I had ever done and, in fact, proved to be one of the more painful ones. The hurt and pain in her eyes haunted me for a long time. Deep down, I knew there would be no dissuading her, and I wasn't even sure, in the end, I wanted to.

I did try, however, and employed most of the standard arguments to do so. The "this is an unsettled time in the galaxy" ploy lost out to the fact that our parents had faced a similar choice and we'd turned out pretty well. The "uncertainty of my job" argument wilted beneath the logic of my life insurance and then withered away when Mirax gave me a glimpse at the accounts files—the real ones—for her import/export business. She pointed out that she could easily support the three or four of us and I'd not have to work a single second, outside of caring for the children. And, she noted, that carrying a child for nine full months meant she would already have 3.11 years of forty-hour weeks of child-care logged and that I would owe her.

Over and above all that, she said I'd make a great father. She noted that my father had done a great job with me. Having learned from him the skills of being a father, she just knew I'd be wonderful with kids. In using that argument, she turned the love and respect I had for my father around on me. She made it seem as if I was dishonoring his memory by not bringing children into the world. It was a most persuasive argument, as she knew it would be, and hammered me pretty hard.

In retrospect, I should have given up at the start and saved the two of us a great deal of grief. She makes her living—a very good living, it turns out—convincing all sorts of folks that junk no one else wants is absolutely vital to them. While she engaged me in logical discussions—focusing my defenses on that avenue of attack—she slipped past my guard on a purely emotional level. Little comments about what kind of child our genetic lottery would produce got me investing brainsweat in solving that puzzle. That went straight to the detective training in me—the training that wouldn't let me drop a case until I had an answer.

Which, in this case, meant a child.

She also managed to flick on the HoloNet monitors when some event featuring news about Leia Organa Solo's three-year-old twins was being shown. The children were frighteningly cute and their very existence had been blamed for a baby-binge in the New Republic. I knew Mirax was not so shallow as to be wanting a child out of envy or to be trendy, but she did note that she was Leia's age, and that it was a good time to have a child or two.

And that cuteness factor really can get under your skin. The New Republic media avoided showing the twins drooling and dripping the way children do, and they really maximized the appealing things about the toddlers. It got so that when I did remember dreams, they were of me cradling a sleeping child in my arms. Oddly enough, I stopped thinking of those dreams as nightmares pretty quickly and did my best to preserve them in my mind.

Realizing I was lost, I began to bargain for time. Mirax flat refused to accept fixed time dates, mainly because I was thinking in years, so I made things conditional. I told her once the Invids were taken care of, we'd make a final decision. She accepted my decision a bit better than I expected, which started preying on me, and making me feel guilty. I would have thought that was a tactic she'd decided to use, but she thought guilt was a hammer and she's definitely a vibroblade fan.

I exhaled slowly again. "Whistler, remind me when we get home, Mirax and I need to make a decision on this baby thing, now, not later. Tavira's not going to dictate my life."

Whistler's happy high staccato sailed down into a low warning tone.

I glanced at my primary monitor. The Glitterstar had lifted from Alakatha and another ship had appeared in-system. Whistler identified it as a modified bulk cruiser known as the Booty Full. Unlike the liner's sleek design, the cruiser was studded with warty protrusions that quickly detached themselves and began to run in on the liner.

I keyed my comm. "Rogue Lead, three flight has contact. One cruiser and eighteen uglies heading in on the Glitterstar."

Tycho's voice came back cool and calm. "I copy, Nine. Engage the fighters with two flight. One has the cruiser."

I flicked over to three flight's tactical channel. "Light them up, Rogues, we have the fighters."

I started the engines, then shunted power to the repulsorlift coils. The X-wing rose like a ghost from a grave and came about to point its nose toward the liner. As Ooryl's X-wing pulled up on my left and my other two pilots, Vurrulf and Ghufran, arrived on the right, I punched the throttle full forward and launched myself into the fight.

A smile blossomed on my face. Any sapient creature making a claim to sanity would find hurtling along in a fragile craft of metal and ferro-ceramics to be stupid or suicidal. Pushing that same craft into battle merely compounded the situation, and I knew it. By the same token, very few experiences in life can compare to flying in combat—or engaging any enemy in a fight—because doing that is the one point where civilization demands us to harness our animal nature and employ it against a most dangerous prey. Without being physically and mentally and even mechanically at my best, I would die and my friends might even die with me.

But I had no intention of letting that happen.

With a flick of my thumb I switched from lasers over to proton torpedoes and allowed for single fire. I selected an initial target and eased the crosshairs on my heads-up display onto its outline. Whistler beeped steadily as he worked for a target lock, then the box surrounding the fighter went red and his tone became a constant.

I hit the trigger and launched my first proton torpedo. It streaked away hot and pinkish-white, trailed by others lancing out from my flight. While employing proton torpedoes against fighters is seen as overkill by some pilots, within Rogue Squadron using such a tactic was always seen as an expedient way of lowering the odds against us—odds that were usually longer than a Hutt and decidedly more ugly.

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First Chapter

None of us liked waiting in ambush, primarily because we couldn't be wholly certain we weren't the ones being set up for a hot-vape. The Invids -- the pirate crews working with the ex-Imperial Star Destroyer Invidious -- had so far eluded the best efforts of the New Republic to engage them. They seemed to know where we would be, when we would get there, and in what force, then planned their raids appropriately. As a result we spent a lot of time doing battle-damage assessments on their efforts, and they really pushed to give us plenty of BDA work.

Rogue Squadron had gone to ground to wait on several of the larger asteroids in the K'vath system. This location put us in close proximity to K'vath 5's primary moon, Alakatha. We powered down our engines and had our sensors in passive mode only to avoid detection by the folks we wanted to trap. According to our mission briefing, New Republic Intelligence had gotten a tip they considered reliable that at least part of Leonia Tavira's pirate fleet would be hitting a luxury liner coming out of the resort coast on Alakatha's northern continent. Mirax and I had actually honeymooned there three years ago, before Thrawn turned the New Republic inside-out, so I had fond memories of the place and could well remember the wealth dripping in jewels and precious metals from the throats and hands of the New Republic's elite.

I glanced at my X-wing's chronometer. "The Glitterstar is still on schedule?"

Whistler, nestled behind my cockpit, hooted with just a hint of derision in his voice.

"Yes, I know I told you to let me know if there was a change and, no, I didn't think it had slipped your circuits." I forced my gloved hands open, then rotated my wrists to get rid of some of the tension. "I'm just anxious."

He blatted a quick comment at me.

"Hey, just because patience is a virtue, that doesn't make impatience a vice." I sighed and turned the latter half of it into a piece of a Jedi breathing exercise Luke Skywalker had urged upon me when trying to recruit me as a Jedi. Breathing in through my nose to a count of four, I held the breath for a seven count, then exhaled in eight beats. With each breath I let more tension flow out of me. I sought the clarity of mind I'd need for the coming battle -- if the Invids materialized -- but it eluded me with the ease the Invids had shown in escaping the New Republic.

Things kept seeming to happen fast. Mirax and I married fast, and while I did not at all regret having done so, events conspired to make our married life extremely difficult. Grand Admiral Thrawn and his antics ruined our first anniversary, and rescuing Jan Dodonna and the others who had once been imprisoned with me on the Lusankya had called me away during the second. And then the reborn Emperor's assault on Coruscant dropped a Star Destroyer on what had been our home. Neither of us were there at the time, which was standard operating procedure far too often.

In fact, the only benefit of being assigned to go after the Invids was that their leader, ex-Moff Leonia Tavira, seemed to have a taste for a life of leisure. When her Invidious vanished between raids, we usually had a week of down time before having to worry about another attack. Mirax and I put this free time to good use, rebuilding our home and our relationship, but with that came some consequences that I saw as incredibly disruptive -- on the scale of Thrawn disruptive.

Mirax decided she wanted children.

I have nothing against kids -- as long as they go home with their parents at the end of the day. Expressing this opinion in those terms to Mirax was not the smartest thing I had ever done and, in fact, proved to be one of the more painful ones. The hurt and pain in her eyes haunted me for a long time. Deep down, I knew there would be no dissuading her, and I wasn't even sure, in the end, I wanted to.

I did try, however, and employed most of the standard arguments to do so. The "this is an unsettled time in the galaxy" ploy lost out to the fact that our parents had faced a similar choice and we'd turned out pretty well. The "uncertainty of my job" argument wilted beneath the logic of my life insurance and then withered away when Mirax gave me a glimpse at the accounts files -- the real ones -- for her import/export business. She pointed out that she could easily support the three or four of us and I'd not have to work a single second, outside of caring for the children. And, she noted, that carrying a child for nine full months meant she would already have 3.11 years of forty-hour weeks of child-care logged and that I would owe her.

Over and above all that, she said I'd make a great father. She noted that my father had done a great job with me. Having learned from him the skills of being a father, she just knew I'd be wonderful with kids. In using that argument, she turned the love and respect I had for my father around on me. She made it seem as if I was dishonoring his memory by not bringing children into the world. It was a most persuasive argument, as she knew it would be, and hammered me pretty hard.

In retrospect, I should have given up at the start and saved the two of us a great deal of grief. She makes her living -- a very good living, it turns out -- convincing all sorts of folks that junk no one else wants is absolutely vital to them. While she engaged me in logical discussions -- focusing my defenses on that avenue of attack -- she slipped past my guard on a purely emotional level. Little comments about what kind of child our genetic lottery would produce got me investing brainsweat in solving that puzzle. That went straight to the detective training in me -- the training that wouldn't let me drop a case until I had an answer.

Which, in this case, meant a child.

She also managed to flick on the HoloNet monitors when some event featuring news about Leia Organa Solo's three-year-old twins was being shown. The children were frighteningly cute and their very existence had been blamed for a baby-binge in the New Republic. I knew Mirax was not so shallow as to be wanting a child out of envy or to be trendy, but she did note that she was Leia's age, and that it was a good time to have a child or two.

And that cuteness factor really can get under your skin. The New Republic media avoided showing the twins drooling and dripping the way children do, and they really maximized the appealing things about the toddlers. It got so that when I did remember dreams, they were of me cradling a sleeping child in my arms. Oddly enough, I stopped thinking of those dreams as nightmares pretty quickly and did my best to preserve them in my mind.

Realizing I was lost, I began to bargain for time. Mirax flat refused to accept fixed time dates, mainly because I was thinking in years, so I made things conditional. I told her once the Invids were taken care of, we'd make a final decision. She accepted my decision a bit better than I expected, which started preying on me, and making me feel guilty. I would have thought that was a tactic she'd decided to use, but she thought guilt was a hammer and she's definitely a vibroblade fan.

I exhaled slowly again. "Whistler, remind me when we get home, Mirax and I need to make a decision on this baby thing, now, not later. Tavira's not going to dictate my life."

Whistler's happy high staccato sailed down into a low warning tone.

I glanced at my primary monitor. The Glitterstar had lifted from Alakatha and another ship had appeared in-system. Whistler identified it as a modified bulk cruiser known as the Booty Full. Unlike the liner's sleek design, the cruiser was studded with warty protrusions that quickly detached themselves and began to run in on the liner.

I keyed my comm. "Rogue Lead, three flight has contact. One cruiser and eighteen uglies heading in on the Glitterstar."

Tycho's voice came back cool and calm. "I copy, Nine. Engage the fighters with two flight. One has the cruiser."

I flicked over to three flight's tactical channel. "Light them up, Rogues, we have the fighters."

I started the engines, then shunted power to the repulsorlift coils. The X-wing rose like a ghost from a grave and came about to point its nose toward the liner. As Ooryl's X-wing pulled up on my left and my other two pilots, Vurrulf and Ghufran, arrived on the right, I punched the throttle full forward and launched myself into the fight.

A smile blossomed on my face. Any sapient creature making a claim to sanity would find hurtling along in a fragile craft of metal and ferro-ceramics to be stupid or suicidal. Pushing that same craft into battle merely compounded the situation, and I knew it. By the same token, very few experiences in life can compare to flying in combat -- or engaging any enemy in a fight -- because doing that is the one point where civilization demands us to harness our animal nature and employ it against a most dangerous prey. Without being physically and mentally and even mechanically at my best, I would die and my friends might even die with me.

But I had no intention of letting that happen.

With a flick of my thumb I switched from lasers over to proton torpedoes and allowed for single fire. I selected an initial target and eased the crosshairs on my heads-up display onto its outline. Whistler beeped steadily as he worked for a target lock, then the box surrounding the fighter went red and his tone became a constant.

I hit the trigger and launched my first proton torpedo. It streaked away hot and pinkish-white, trailed by others lancing out from my flight. While employing proton torpedoes against fighters is seen as overkill by some pilots, within Rogue Squadron using such a tactic was always seen as an expedient way of lowering the odds against us -- odds that were usually longer than a Hutt and decidedly more ugly.

The Invids used a form of custom-designed fighter called a Tri-fighter. It started with the ball cockpit and ion engine assembly of Seinar System's basic TIE fighter -- a commodity which, after hydrogen and stupidity, was the most plentiful in the galaxy -- and married it to a trio of angular blades set 120 degrees apart. The bottom two served as landing gear, while the third came up over the top of the cockpit. The fighter still had the TIE's twin lasers mounted beneath the cockpit, while the third tine sprouted an ion cannon. The ships also had some basic shields, which explained why they were more successful than your basic eyeball, and side viewports cut into the hull gave the pilot more visibility. Because the trio of tines looked as if they were grasping at the cockpit, we'd nicknamed the design "clutch."

The shields and extra visibility didn't help the clutch I'd targeted. The proton torpedo jammed itself right up the left engine's exhaust port and actually punched out through the cockpit before detonating. The fighter flew into the roiling, golden ball of fire and just vanished. Three more clutches exploded nearby, then another three exploded off to starboard, where two flight was coming in.

"Pick targets carefully, three flight. Ooryl, we're on the pair to port."

"Ten copies, Nine."

I kicked my X-wing up on the port stabilizer foils and hauled back on the stick. Chopping power to the engine, I tightened the circle, then rolled out to the right as the pirates started a long serpentine turn. I switched over from missiles to dual lasers and immediately got a yellow box around the lead fighter. I goosed the throttle back to full to close range and keyed my comm. "I'm on the leader."

Ooryl gave me a double-click on his comm to let me know he'd gotten the message. Nudging the stick just a bit right, the targeting box went green and I hit the firing button. Two red bolts hit the target. The first fried the shields. The clutch trailed sparks from the shield generator like a comet trailing ice. The second bolt pierced the cockpit and though it hit kind of high, it hit hard, too. Sparks shot from the hole and the clutch began a slow spiral down toward Alakatha.

Ooryl rolled to port as the other clutch broke. I brought my X-wing around in behind him as he lined his shot up. The Gand's first two shots blasted past the shields and burned furrows in the ship's hull. The next two drilled the engines, jetting the disintegrating ship forward on a golden gout of flame. The flame abruptly died, leaving the Tri-fighter to tumble through space out toward the asteroid belt.

Up through the cockpit canopy I could see the green and white streaky ball of Alakatha and the Glitterstar rising up from it. Off to starboard the Booty Full seemed to crouch in the void like a malignant insect. The turbolasers along its spine and in a belly turret fired out, trying to track one flight's X-wings, but the shots were no real danger to the fighters. Colonel Celchu, Hobble, Janson and Gavin Darklighter were old hands at pulling the teeth of raiders like these. As long as we kept the clutches busy, the Booty Full had no chance.

The X-wing's first slashing attack came from Tycho and Hobbie. They rolled through and each drove a proton torpedo into the aft shields. Coming from the other direction, Gavin and Wes Janson strafed the ship with laser fire. Gavin's second burst melted the belly turret clean away while Janson's shots nibbled away at the ship's aft vector jets. The Booty Full was done, though I had no doubts it would take a couple more passes before the crew realized that and surrendered.

I followed Ooryl up and around the back toward the fight. It had fairly well degenerated into a chase-and-kill run. The loss of seven ships before they even saw their enemies had clearly shocked the pirates and, more importantly, brought their numbers down close to ours. While clutches were more agile than X-wings -- not by much, but by enough to make fighting them difficult -- they couldn't outrun us or outgun us. Lacking the discipline of a trained military unit like Rogue Squadron, when panic set in, they fell apart and made our job that much easier.

Ooryl settled in on one and hit it with a full quad burst from his lasers. The clutch exploded, but boiling in through the explosion came another clutch making a head-to-head pass at Ooryl. The clutch got off a shot with the ion cannon that sent a lightning storm skittering over Ooryl's shields, but they died before the ion blast did. The motivator blew on his R5 unit and Whistler reported his engines were out.

"Ooryl, go for a restart." I didn't know if he still had comm or not, but I offered that bit of advice and fired a dual burst at the clutch. Hastily aimed, the shot missed low, but did cause the clutch to veer off. Rolling out to the right, I headed in after him. "This is Nine on one. Someone watch my back."

Vurrulf, the Klatooinan in three flight, barked a harsh, "I copy, on it," so I felt a bit safer in pursuing the clutch. One of the worst things a pilot can do is to get so locked in on a target that he misses what else is happening. When situational awareness focuses down on one target, the hunter becomes hunted and never knows what hits him. It's a rookie mistake and while I'm no rookie, I'm not immune to it.

The clutch's pilot was good and clearly had no desire to die, but Whistler wasn't reporting that he'd powered down his weapons, so he was just as clearly willing to fight. I tried to settle in on him, but he modulated his throttle and used his ship's agility to keep breaking before I could get a lock. I snapped a couple of shots off at him, but they missed wide or high. Try as I might, I was having trouble keeping up with his shifts and cuts.

I pulled back on the throttle and let him gain some distance. His joking antics continued, but with range the movements that had ripped him out of my sights in close barely broke the edges of my targeting box. I hit the firing button and sent two paired bursts at him. One pair lanced through the aft shield and mangled one of the landing tines. The other two energy darts clipped the thrust vector vents on the port side, limiting his maneuverability.

Whistler displayed a comm frequency being used by the clutch and I punched it up on my comm unit. "This is Captain Corran Horn of the New Republic Armed Forces. I will accept your surrender."

A woman answered me. "Don't you know, Invids never surrender?"

"Not true of the Booty Full."

"Riizolo is a fool, but he doesn't have a capital warrant out on his head. I do." She laughed. "I have nothing to live for, except my honor. One pass, Horn, you and me."

"You'll die." A single pass would negate the clutch's agility advantage. She had to know that.

"But perhaps not alone." Her ship stopped jinking and headed out on a long loop. "Allow me this honor." The clutch turned and began its run at me.

I wanted to do as she asked, and would have, except for one thing: the Invids had proved over and over again that they had no honor.

I switched to proton torpedoes, got a quick tone-lock from Whistler and pulled the trigger. The missile shot from my X-wing and sprinted straight for her ship. As good as she was, the clutch pilot knew there was no dodging it. She fired with both lasers, but they missed. Then, at the last moment, she shot an ion blast that hit the missile. Blue lightning played over it, burning out every circuit that allowed the torpedo to track and close on her ship.

I'm fairly certain, just for a second, she thought she had won.

The problem with a projectile is that even if its sophisticated circuitry fails, it still has a lot of kinetic energy built up. Even if it never senses the proximity of its target and detonates, that much mass moving that fast treats a clutch cockpit much the way a needle treats a bubble. The torpedo drove the ion engines out the back of the clutch, where they exploded. The fighter's hollow remains slowly spun off through space and would eventually burn through the atmosphere and give resort guests a thrill.

Whistler made my threat screen all green indicating no more active hostiles in the area. Three flight reported in and Ooryl was back up and running. His forward shield had collapsed and refused to come back up, but otherwise he was fine. Vurrulf and Ghufran reported no trouble with their X-wings. As it turned out only Reme Pollar in two flight had been hit hard enough to be forced extra-vehicular, but she reported she would be fine until the Skipray blast boat from the Glitterstar picked her up.

I switched the comm over to the command channel. "All green here, Rogue Leader."

"I copy, Nine. Looks like this wasn't the trap we feared it would be."

"No, sir, it doesn't."

"Have your people prepare to rejoin the fleet."

"As ordered, Colonel."

I relayed the order to my people, but before we could reach my designated rendezvous point, the fleet made a microjump in from the edge of the system. A Mon Calamari Cruiser and two Victory-class Star Destroyers formed a triangle in the space above Alakatha. We'd come to the system aboard Home One and used microjumps to get in as close as we did. Because the information about the Booty Full had been unusual, we expected it might be an ambush, so the fleet had waited to see if the Invids would pounce on the Rogues.

If they had, we would have gotten a chance to finish them once and for all.

I keyed my comm. "Colonel, if we were expecting the pirates to jump us, and they did not, was this mission a success?"

"Good question, Nine. This is one of these missions where only Intelligence will be able to tell us how we did." Tycho hesitated for a moment. "Then again, we lost only machines, not people. It's a victory anytime that happens."

Excerpted from STAR WARS®: I, JEDI by Michael A. Stackpole ®, TM, © 1998 by Lucasfilm, Ltd. Excerpted by permission of Bantam Books, a division of the Bantam Doubleday Dell Publishing Group, Inc. All rights reserved. Used by permission. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 19, 2004

    MADE NO SENSE!! Boring, Too-Perfect Hero, Unbelievable

    If you want this book to make the slightest bit of sense, read the 'Jedi Academy Trilogy' by Kevin Anderson FIRST. I stopped in the middle of 'I, Jedi' because the storyline confused me. Once I read Mr Anderson's three books, this was easier to follow. I think the only reason it was written in First Person is copyright issues. To write in Third Person would be to risk plagiarizing the original story. Anyway, this particular story is about a Rogue Squadron pilot named Corran Horn, who happens to be heir to strong familial ties to Jedi Knights. When his wife disappears, he decides to search for her (duh). However, he must first go to the Jedi Academy on Yavin 4 to work on his Jedi skills. This is supposed to help him in his search. WHAT?!?!? This character was a Security Officer at CorSec. He knows how to investigate and seems to be a good detective. Yet, he decides to spend weeks at Yavin 4 instead of looking for his wife. Doesn't exactly qualify him for Husband-Of-The-Year, does it? The biggest problem I had with this book is that it was a spin-off of the above trilogy. Corran Horn was not even mentioned in the original series. A lot of his activities were behind-the-scenes, or totally independent of the background story. In fact, while some of the major plotpoints from the trilogy were going on, Corran is away from the Academy doing something completely different. Yet, he turns out to be one of the strongest Jedi students present. Later, he is one of the FIRST to become a Master. WHAT?!?!? I would only recommend this book if someone HAS read the Academy Trilogy, likes first-person stories, and like over-the-top heroes. Personally, it is one of the more boring Star Wasrs books I've read (right next to 'Rogue Planet').

    2 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 6, 2000

    Stackpoles best work

    This book is probably the best book Stackpolle has written yet. A must read for all Star Wars fans.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 24, 2012

    Great Twist on a familiar tale!

    Spoiler Alert!!!

    I will try not to give anything away, but the thing that I found so enjoyable about this story is that a large part of it is a retelling of the story from the book previous to it (at least in the timeline), but the twist is that it is from the point of view completely of a character you did not know was involved in the previous book. Very well done. At first I was skeptical, but by the end I believed he was a part of the other book. Very fun if you have read the other title.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 30, 2009

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    Overrated

    I finally picked up this book after reading several lists compiled by othe Star Wars fans that detailed the greatest Star Wars novels of all time. Fans usually know what's best for other fans -- hey, who else would know better, right?! -- so I trusted their judgement. Now I'm very disappointed.

    Although Mike Stackpole remains a very talented author and one of the founding fathers of the EU, let's get down to the nitty-gritty...He commmitted the cardinal sin of any author writing in a multi-author and multi-faceted literary section of any franchise. He became too possessive of his patron character, Corran Horn, who he created in the Rogue Squadron series, and tried to convert him from a hero to The Hero. Obviously, if every author who came along and wrote a Star Wars book did that, it would mess with the continuity big-time, not to mention the fact that every read would be predictable and grate on the literary palate.

    In his effort to make Corran into The Hero, Stackpole takes him through a series of events that really make no sense. He learns his wife has disappeared and, Corran Horn, top CorSec operative, Rogue Squadron ace, Rebel solider, and Galactic Alliance officer, goes to the Jedi Academy instead of rescuing her. Now, I love the Jedi more than anything, and I'd be in a hurry to go to the Academy, too, but it doesn't make any kind of sense for Corran to be there when his wife is languishing somewhere in the hands of a terrible bad guy.

    Then, after receiving a good amount of training from a sloppily-written and wimpy-sounding Luke Skywalker, (Who all of a sudden doesn't know what he's doing after single-handedly re-establishing the Jedi Order? Puh-leez.) Corran decides he wants to be running the Order. After Luke lets him push the Grand Master around for a while, Corran gets mad for no apparent or logical reason and leaves the Order.

    After all that, Corran finds his wife in the last 20 or so pages of the book and it's all happy and fun and joyous.

    It's a terrible shame, because Stackpole is a fantastic writer, and I know this book could have been so, so much better. Unfortunately, the author put himself before his readers, and it shows.

    1 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 19, 2000

    I, Jedi takes on first person and succeeds.

    Written from a first-person persepctive, this novel almost puts you into the main character's head. A compelling plot keeps you moving right along to this well written novel's end. Not the best of the stories but it is a worthy addition to any Star Wars collection. Read and enjoy.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 28, 2000

    A must buy!

    This book is an excellent choice. It is a mix of many parts of the Star wars whole, from parts fo Jedi, to a Pilot.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 2, 2014

    Awesome Book

    Very exciting and descriptive.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 6, 2013

    J-134

    Hello im a bounty and uh wheres the weapon shop

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 5, 2013

    Jedi Enclave - Inner Sanctum

    A place of initial safety from outside forces. This area includes weapon shops, droid shops, the jedi council meeting place, and a landing area for space ships.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 27, 2012

    Fav starwars book.

    This book is one of my all time favorites and my favorite starwars book. Check out stackpoles other books there all good reads.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 18, 2012

    Terribly boring

    I read the sample & all it was was 86 pages of battle strategies, coversations with superiors & even when he finds out his wife disappeared hes just like, "oh my wife is gone." He dosent even freak or anything. It had absolutely no action whatsoever. I flipped through the whole sample just trying to find some action but there was none. I would not buy this book if my life depended upon it.(i know, theres a spoiler, but i could really care less as far as this book is concerned.) Overall, a very terrible sample. The author could have written it with a lot more action.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 26, 2012

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    Enjoyed the story and new characters.

    I enjoyed the first person writing of this book and how it tied in previous storylines.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 11, 2012

    Audiobook (Cassette - Abridged)

    Audiobook (Cassette - Abridged)

    I've read this book and love it. This audio book is Abridged. Much of Corran's training, thoughts and the Jedi philosophies are cut out of the Audio version. I haven't a problem with AudioBooks, assuming Audio is still the book. This version was terrible.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 13, 2012

    The Force is with him always.

    The Force is with him always.

    This is the story of one of Luke Skywalker's first students, Corran Horn.

    The Story of how Corran seeks to become a Jedi to save his wife. The book shows how ordinary people would interpret Jedi Philosophy. How Corran goes from seeing the universe that way, to understanding the Light and Dark Sides, to being a guardian of life. From Egoic fighter pilot to formidable Jedi. In later books - Corran Horn becomes a revered member of Luke's New Jedi Order.

    The negative reviews call Corran the perfect hero. A trumped up character. These believe Corran over shadowed the others at the Jedi Academy. Arrogance, Aggression, Hate - The Dark Side is strong in these reviewers.

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  • Posted December 5, 2011

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    Masterful Work, Well Worth the Reading

    I, Jedi by Michael A. Stackpole was written after the Jedi Search, and Dark Force Rising books. The way in which Michael was able to weave his story into the already established themes and event, without conflict was quite masterful. This story is a definite read. I had not read this book before, and had launched myself into the "Fate of the Jedi" series, when I came across this book. Having always wondered about Corran Horn, this book clears up much of the mystery which to me, seemed to enshroud this Jedi. The plot is well written, showing conflict and real emotions in a believable manner. I definitely recommend this book to you, the reader as an essential part of the Star Wars experience.

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  • Posted April 7, 2011

    Stackpole needs to get over Corran Horn

    I absolutely cannot believe how good the reviews of this book are. It is rubbish and I wish I could give it 0 stars. It is a Mary Sue story, plain and simple. Stackpole created the perfect character who apparently did all the work in all the other EU stories and is better than everyone at everything no matter how little training he's had at it. This is by far the worst Star Wars novel ever written.

    I was iffy about reading this book in the first place since it wasn't about the original Star Wars characters, and I think those worries were justified. It really did get annoying having Corran pop up everywhere in the Jedi Academy plotline when he wasn't mentioned at all in the actual Jedi Academy books, especially how he seemed to assume leadership of the other students all the time. Stackpole's approach to the Corellian Jedi (giving them all kinds of special traits and weaknesses and so on that other Jedi don't have and that readers have never seen before) got annoying as well. Mr. Stackpole seems like some fanboy in this respect, and just wants to take this concept someone else made up (the Force) and change pretty much all of its rules for his specific character just to make it cooler.

    I have also read the New Jedi Order books by Mr. Stackpole, and I cringed when Corran popped up again as one of the primary characters in the storyline of the Dark Tide books. Stackpole just can't stay away from Corran. Corran is conveyed as the perfect hero, which drove me crazy. It seems to me as though Stackpole thinks Corran is the greatest thing to happen to Star Wars since lightsabers. Corran just isn't that great of a character, and Stackpole isn't that great of an author.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 23, 2010

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    Wish it was an eBook

    This is my all-time favorite Star Wars novel. Unlike all other Star Wars books I've read so far, it is in the first person, which is refreshing. The whole purpose of me writing this review is in the hopes that someone can start a movement to make it an eBook. I really want to put it on my new nook, but that's proving difficult.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 5, 2009

    I Also Recommend:

    another exciting story from the Star Wars galaxy

    For those who love Star Wars, it's always a pleasure to go back to that galaxy, meet old friends like Luke Skywalker, and encounter new ones, too. I love the way the Star Wars Expanded Universe has grown, how novels and characters are interconnected, even though the books are written by different authors. I also love the insights into charactors that good authors, such as Michael A. Stackpole, provide. I happened to have read another Star Wars novel recently and was delighted to realize how the main character in this book was connected to a character in the other novel. Star Wars stories are not just about action in space. A good one, like this, is about people, their motives, and their interactions with others, and you come to care about them. I was happy for another opportunity to read a good Star Wars story.

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  • Posted March 12, 2009

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    this book rocks

    you should buy this book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 17, 2009

    Another exciting story within the Star Wars universe.

    Extends deeper into the series so more is learned about the lead characters.

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