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Climb aboard, buckle up, and prepare to jump to hyperspace for a dazzling adventure aboard the ship that launched a thousand fates.
Two years have passed since the death of the brutal Sith Lord Darth Caedus–once known as Jacen Solo. The galaxy is slowly healing from civil war, while Jacen’s family and friends are left to mourn his loss alone. For Han and Leia, still grieving for their son, the only bright spot is Jacen’s daughter, Allana, who has been given into their care. Now ...
Climb aboard, buckle up, and prepare to jump to hyperspace for a dazzling adventure aboard the ship that launched a thousand fates.
Two years have passed since the death of the brutal Sith Lord Darth Caedus–once known as Jacen Solo. The galaxy is slowly healing from civil war, while Jacen’s family and friends are left to mourn his loss alone. For Han and Leia, still grieving for their son, the only bright spot is Jacen’s daughter, Allana, who has been given into their care. Now Allana introduces new adventure into her grandparents’ lives when she discovers a strange device hidden aboard the Millennium Falcon–a discovery that sparks a fact-finding expedition to retrace the people, places, and events in the checkered history of the famous spaceship. But the Solos are not alone in their quest: Crime lords, galactic pirates, rogue politicians, and fortune hunters alike will race to a final standoff for a prize some will risk everything to find–and pay any cost to possess.
The ﬁrst time Han laid eyes on her, standing with Lando on one of Nar Shaddaa’s permacrete landing platforms a few short years before he had thrown in with the Rebel Alliance, he saw the battered old freighter not only for all she was but for all that she might one day become.
Staring at her like some lovesick cub. Eyes wide, mouth hanging open. Then quickly trying to get hold of himself so that Lando wouldn’t know what he was thinking. Dismissing the ship as a hunk of junk. But Lando was no fool, and by then he knew all of Han’s tells. One of the best gamblers that side of Coruscant, he knew when he was being bluffed. “She’s fast,” he had said, a twinkle in his eye.
Han didn’t doubt it.
Even that far back it was easy to envy Lando all he already possessed, his extraordinary good fortune to begin with. But luck had little to do with it. Lando just didn’t deserve this ship. He could barely handle a skimmer, let alone a light-fast freighter best ﬂown by a pair of able pilots. He just wasn’t worthy of her.
Han had never thought of himself as the covetous or acquisitive type, but suddenly he wanted the ship more than he had ever wanted anything in his life. After all the years of servitude and wandering, of close calls and failed partnerships, in and out of love, in and out of the Academy, victim of as many tricks as he’d played on others . . . perhaps he saw the ship as a chance for permanence.
Circling her, fairly orbiting her, he nursed sinister designs. The old freighter drew him to her gravity, as she clearly had all who had piloted her and added their own touches to the YT’s hull, mandibles, the varied techno-terrain of her surface. He took the smell of the ship into his nostrils.
The closer he looked, the more evidence he found of attempts to preserve her from the ravages of time and of spaceﬂight. Dents hammered out, cracks ﬁlled with epoxatal, paint smeared over areas of carbon scoring.
Aftermarket parts socked down with inappropriate fasteners or secured by less-than-professional welds. She was rashed with rust, bandaged with strips of durasteel, leaking grease and other lubricants, smudged with crud. She had seen action, this ship, long before Lando’s luck at sabacc had made her his property. But in service to who or what, Han had no idea. Criminals, smugglers, pirates, mercenaries . . . certainly all of those and more.
When Lando ﬁred her up for Han’s inspection, his heart skipped a beat. And minutes later, seated at the controls, savoring the response of the sublight engines, taking her through the paces and nearly frightening Lando to death, he knew he was fated to own her. He would get the Hutts to buy her for him, or pirate her if he had to. He’d add a military-grade rectenna and swap out the light laser cannons for quads. He’d plant a retractable repeating blaster in her belly to provide cover ﬁre for quick getaways. He’d install a couple of concussion missile launchers between the boxy forks of her prow . . .
Not once did it occur to him that he would win her from Lando. Much less that Lando would lose her on a bluff.
Piloting the modiﬁed SoroSuub he and Chewie leased from Lando had only added to his longing for the ship. He imagined her origins and the adventures she had been through. It struck him that he was so accepting of her from the start, he had never asked Lando how or when she had acquired the name Millennium Falcon.
Corellian Engineering Corporation
Orbital Assembly Facility 7
60 years Before the Battle of Yavin
WITH HIS SHIFT WINDING DOWN, SOLY KANTT’S GAZE DRIFTED lazily between the chrono display mounted on the wall and a news feed running on the HoloNet. A tie score in last night’s shock-ball match between Kuat and Commenor, and strife among some spacefaring folk known as Mandalorians. A lanky human with a family on Corellia and ten years on the job, Kantt had his soft hands clasped behind his head and his feet raised with ankles crossed on the console that constituted his private domain at CEC, Orbital 7. A holozine was opened in his lap and a partially ﬁlled container of cold caf stood with two empties in the chair’s cup holders. Beyond the transparisteel pane that crowned the gleaming monitoring deck moved a steady stream of YT-1300 freighters fresh off the assembly line, though not yet painted, and shepherded by a ﬂock of guidance buoys slaved to the facility’s cybernetic overseer. Thirty-ﬁve meters long and capable of carrying a hundred metric tons of cargo, the YT had been in production for less than a standard year but had already proved to be an instant classic. Designed with help from Narro Sienar, owner of one of CEC’s chief competitors in the shipbuilding business, the freighter was being marketed as an inexpensive and easily modiﬁed alternative to the steadfast YG-series ships. Where most of CEC’s starship line was regarded as uninspired, the YT1300 had a certain utilitarian ﬂair. What made the ship unique was its saucer-shaped core, to which a wide variety of components could be secured, including an outrigger cockpit and various sensor arrays. Stock, it came loaded with a pair of front mandibles that elongated the hull design, and a new generation of droid brain that supervised the ship’s powerful sublight and hyperspace engines.
Kantt had lost track of just how many YTs had drifted past him since he’d traded glances with Facility 7’s security scanner eight hours earlier, but the number had to be twice what it was last month. Even so, the ship was selling so quickly that production couldn’t keep pace with demand. Setting his feet on the ﬂoor, he stretched his arms over his head and was in the midst of a long yawn when the console loosed a strident alarm that jolted him fully awake. His bloodshot eyes were sweeping the deck’s numerous display screens when a young tech wearing brightly colored coveralls and a comlink headset hurried in from the adjacent station.
“Control valve on one of the fuel droids!”
Kantt shot to his feet and leaned across the console for a better view of the line. Off to one side, bathed in the bright glow of a bank of illuminators, one of the YTs had a single fuel droid anchored to its port-side nozzle, where up and down the zero-g alley identical droids had already detached from the rest of the freighters. Kantt whirled around.
“Shut the droid down!”
Raised on his toes at a towering control panel, the tech gave his shaved head a shake. “It’s not responding.”
“Override the fuel program, Bon!”
Kantt swung back to the transparisteel pane. The droid hadn’t moved and was probably continuing to pump fuel into YT 492727ZED. A form of liquid metal, the fuel that powered the freighters to sometimes dazzling speeds had ignited a controversy from the moment the concept ship had made its appearance. It had nearly been a reason for scuttling the entire line.
Kantt dropped his gaze to the console’s monitor screens and gauges. “The YT’s fuel cells are at redline. If we can’t get that droid to detach before warm-up–”
“It should be detaching now!”
Kantt all but pressed his face to the cool pane. “It’s away! But that YT’s going to ﬁre hot!” Turning, he ran for the door opposite the one Bon had come through. “Come with me.”
Single-ﬁle, they raced through two observation stations. Third in line was the data-keeping department, and Kantt knew from the instant they burst in that things had gone from bad to worse. Clustered at the viewport, the Dralls who staffed the department were hopping up and down in agitation and chittering to one another without letup, despite efforts by the clan’s Duchess to restore order. Kantt forced his way through the press of small furry bodies for a look outside. The situation was even worse than he feared. The YT had entered the test area for the braking thrusters and attitude jets. Superfueled, the ship had rocketed out of line, knocking aside and stunning a dozen or more gravitic droids responsible for keeping the line in check. As Kantt watched, three more freighters escaped the line. The YT responsible clipped one of them in the stern, sending it into a forward spin. The spinning ship did the same to the one in front of it, but in counter-rotation, so that when the two ships came full circle they locked mandibles and pirouetted as a pair into the curved inner hull of the observation station on the far side of the alley.
As the test ﬁring sequence continued, the enlivened YT jinked to port then starboard, leapt out of line, then dived below it. Kantt watched only long enough to know that all thoughts of returning to Corellia in time for dinner were up in smoke. He’d be lucky to get home by the weekend. Leaving the Dralls to bicker over how to balance the economic loss, Kantt and the technician stormed into the next station, where a mostly human group of midlevel executives were close to tearing their hair out. To a one, they looked to the newcomers for even a scrap of good news.
“A droid team is on the way,” Bon said. “No problem.”
Kantt gave the tech a quick glance and turned to the execs. “You heard him. No problem.”
A red-faced man with shirtsleeves rolled to his elbows glared at him. “You don’t think so?” His arm shot out, indicating the viewport. “See for yourself.”
Kantt hadn’t moved a muscle when two others grabbed hold of him and tugged him forward. The droid team had in fact arrived on the scene–a quartet of Cybot Galactica grapplers, angling for the bucking YT with clasping arms and waldoes extended. But the freighter was outwitting their every attempt at fastening to the engine access hatches. And though the line had been shut down, well behind 492727ZED a dozen identical units were heaped together where some of the displaced guidance buoys had ended their drift. Worse, the chain reaction of pileups had sent several fuel droids reeling from their respective freighters, and two of them were on a collision course.
Kantt squeezed his eyes shut, but the hellish ﬂash that stabbed at his eyelids told him part of the story: one or perhaps both of the droids had exploded. His ears told him the rest, as gouts of molten metal and hunks of alloy began to pepper the transparisteel panel. Alarms blared throughout the monitoring stations, and streams of ﬁre-suppression foam gushed into the alley from the semicircular structures that deﬁned it. A collective moan of deep distress ﬁlled the room, and Kantt had a mental image of his bonus evaporating before his eyes. With it went the birthday earrings for his wife, his son’s game deck, the vacation to Sacorria they’d been planning, the case of Gizer ale he was expected to supply for the shock-ball ﬁnals party.
Kantt thought for a moment when he opened his eyes that the nightmare was over, or if not, that the explosion had reduced the unruly YT to blackened parts. But not only had the ship avoided the ﬁrestorm and ﬂak, it had also managed to weave through the subsequent chaos and was closing fast on the sublight engine test-ﬁre station.
Kantt gave his head a clearing shake and slammed his palm down on the console’s communicator button. “We need a live crew at Alley Four sublight test ﬁre–now!”
Sucking in his breath, he planted his other palm on the console and leaned forward in time to see an emergency sled nose from an up-alley vehicle bay. Little more than an engine surmounted by a cage of vertical and horizontal poles, the sled carried six wranglers outﬁtted in yellow EVA suits, helmets, and jetpacks. All carried assortments of cutting torches, hydrospanners, and shaped-charge detonators that hung from their belts like weapons. Kantt had a friend on the team, who like the rest lived for emergency situations. But a rogue ship was something entirely new.
Initially the sled pilot appeared to be having as much trouble matching the YT’s maneuvers as the grappler droids had had. The freighter’s sudden jukes and twists owed to nothing more than intermittent ﬁrings of the thrusters and attitude jets, but there were moments when the maneuvers struck Kantt as inspired. As if the ship were taking evasive action or in a race to reach the sublight engine test station ahead of its more compliant ilk.
Dire thoughts edged into Kantt’s mind of what might happen if the ship couldn’t be reined in by then. Would the overfueled YT burn itself to a cinder? Detonate, taking the entire alley with it? Open a vacuum breach in the facility and launch for the stars?
Gradually, the sled pilot found the rhythm of the ﬁrings and was able to bring the skeletal vehicle alongside the YT. Rocketing from the sled, the wranglers alighted on the freighter, anchoring themselves to places on the hull with magclamps and suction holdfasts. Raised up on its stern like some unbroken acklay in a creature show, the YT refused to surrender any of its determination to shake them off. But slow and consistent effort allowed one of the wranglers to reach the dorsal hull access hatch and disappear into the ship. When he did, the execs hooted a cheer Kantt prayed wasn’t premature.
Only when the ship quieted did he realize that he had been holding his breath, and he let it out with a long, plosive exhale, wiping sweat from his brow on the sleeve of his shirt. The cheering gave way to relieved backslapping and rapid exchanges as to how to get the line moving again. With waiting lists for the YT growing longer every day, production would have to be increased. Vacation leaves would have to be canceled. Overtime would become the norm.
Kantt and Bon didn’t linger.
“Born of ﬁre,” the tech said as they were passing through the Dralls’ station. “That YT,” he added when Kantt glanced at him. “A hero’s birth if I ever witnessed one. When has that happened?”
Kantt made a face. “It’s a freighter, Bon. One of a hundred million.”
Bon grinned. “If you ask me, more like one in a hundred million.”
During the battle of Coruscant,
19 years before the battle of Yavin
“YOU GOTTA LOVE THIS SHIP,” REEZE SAID. “She knows her job, all right.”
Jadak slipped the freighter in between a Corellian transport and a Santhe/Sienar passenger ship, then stood YT 492727ZED on her side to ease past the transport and continue to maneuver toward the front of the pack. Reeze muted the cockpit’s enunciators so they wouldn’t have to listen to the pilots and navigators who were cursing them out.
“Maybe they’ll give us ownership after this run.”
“We can hope,” Jadak said.
“Ten years of sticking our necks out, Tobb. There should be a law.” “There should be, but there isn’t. Besides, I’m just trying to help keep the galaxy on course. What’s your excuse?” “Like I told you, I want this ship to be ours.”
Both pilots were human, Jadak a bit taller and twenty years younger, with a lighter complexion and a clipped beard that accented a square jaw. Reeze was graying at the temples but clear-eyed and as ﬁt as an athlete. A trafﬁc jam was the last thing they had expected to encounter at Coruscant, but the Separatists’ attack on the galactic capital had come so unexpectedly that nearly everyone inbound had been caught up in it. Some had arrived in time to hear the HoloNet announcement of Chancellor Palpatine’s abduction and witness the reversion to realspace of the Republic Cruisers that made up the Open Circle Fleet. Together with the Home Fleet crusiers, the huge Venatorclass ships had succeeded in keeping the battle conﬁned to the upper reaches of Coruscant’s envelope. A few deft pilots had managed to spin their ships out of the fray and jump back into hyperspace. But tens of thousands of other vessels–ships of all sizes and makes and purposes–were still holding at the forward line, waiting for the battle to end one way or another, so that they could either continue on to Coruscant or ﬂee for the Outer Rim.
“Even if they did,” Jadak went on, “how could we afford to keep her running?”
“Same as we’ve been doing. But for the private sector.”
“I’ll settle for employment. I’m not as particular as you.”
Jadak frowned. “I’ve known too many smugglers. That life’s not what it’s cracked up to be.”
Reeze barked a laugh. “Neither’s this one.”
Jadak had brought the YT to a point where they had a panoramic view of the ﬁghting. More slugfest than coordinated battle, the clash pitted the big ships against one another, crimson hyphens of annihilation pulsing among them while ﬂights of ARC-170, droid triﬁghters, and vulture ﬁghters buzzed about in seeming pandemonium. The melee’s backdrop was perpetually lighted Coruscant itself, the planet’s scintillating urban rings ravaged in places where defensive shields had been breached or ships had gone to ground. The Republic with everything on the line, and Count Dooku’s Confederacy of Independent Systems with nothing more to lose than a cyborg general and an army of droids.
Reeze whistled in surprise. “Front seat on the fall of civilization as we know it.”
“Not likely. But all the more reason to deliver our cargo.”
“So you say.” Reeze gazed out the YT’s circular viewport. “I see a problem in our getting downside in one piece. A bunch of problems, actually, and the words laser cannon ﬁgure into all of them.”
Jadak swiveled his chair. “We can’t be late, Reeze. They said it’s important.”
Reeze returned a glum nod. “Late being the operative word. As in the late Reeze Duurmun.”
“I’ll tell everyone you died a hero.”
“What–you’ll survive?” Reeze stared at his friend, then laughed. “Yeah. You probably will.”
Jadak swung forward. “See what you can pick up on the battle net.”
Reeze tugged the headset over his ears and keyed a coded entry into the communications suite. He listened to the comm chatter for a moment, then craned his neck to study something off to starboard and brought a new view of the battle to one of the instrument panel display screens. He tapped his foreﬁnger against the screen to indicate the icon proﬁle of a large battle cruiser, with a stalked observation deck aft and a ﬂyout bridge.
Jadak read the alphanumeric data beneath the icon. “What am I looking at?”
“The Invisible Hand.”
“General Grievous’s ﬂagship.”
“That’s where they were holding Palpatine.”
“The Jedi rescued him. Kenobi and Skywalker. But the three of them are still on board.”
Jadak took the YT through a quick spin to improve the view. In the middle distance, a Republic Cruiser was hammering away at the Invisible Hand’s waist, where its elongated prow met a bulbous aft section. Maybe in retaliation for what the Republic ship had endured from the Invisible Hand’s ﬂak arrays. Jadak glanced at the monitor.
“Looks like the captain of the Guarlara didn’t get word that the Chancellor’s onboard.”
“Could be because of signal jamming. Or maybe he just doesn’t care.”
Jadak scowled. “Palpatine’s death would create as many problems as it would solve.”
For several moments, the two men watched in silence as the Guarlara subjected the Separatist ﬂagship to repeated laser cannon broadsides, blowing gaping holes in the hull and igniting ﬁery explosions that swept through the Invisible Hand stem to stern. Jadak couldn’t imagine the cybernetic Grievous surviving the onslaught, let alone Pal-patine and his saviors, the force or no. When the ﬂagship could endure no more, it listed, then fell victim to gravity and began a slow descent into Coruscant’s atmosphere.
“She’s dirt-bound,” Jadak said.
“And already coming apart. Two to one she won’t make it halfway.”
“I’ll take that bet.”
With one hand clamped on the control yoke, Jadak tweaked the inertial compensator and shot the YT forward. No one tried to prevent them from plunging into the heart of the maelstrom. If they were hell bent on becoming just another battle casualty, it was their business.
“We could at least try an end run, you know,” Reeze said, one hand clamped to the chair’s armrest.
Jadak countered it with a shake of his head. “The Seps have the rest of the planet blockaded. Our best shot’s here, with the Invisible Hand breaking trail.”
Reeze shot Jadak a look. “We’re following her down?”
“Let’s say, in.”
Reeze nodded. “I’m good with in.”
“Even if it means losing the bet?”
If they were to ride the Invisible Hand’s wake to the surface, ﬁrst they had to reach her. That meant threading a path among the countless frigates and gunboats that stood in the way, dodging the ﬁghters that continued to spill from the bellies of the KDY carriers and the curving arms of the Neimoidians’ behemoth Lucrehulks, and avoiding the turbolaser ﬁre that crosshatched near space. But they didn’t doubt for a moment that the YT was up to the task. The ship had never let them down, and there was no reason to think she would fail them now.
An unknown quantity to the friend-or-foe interrogators of the warships they streaked past, the YT became a target of opportunity for one and all. Absent weapons of their own, Jadak and Reeze had to rely on the freighter’s remarkable speed and near-preternatural agility. They pushed the ship for all she was worth, corkscrewing through churning clouds of ﬁghter dogﬁghts and executing twists and turns better left to Jedi Interceptors than forty-year-old light freighters– even one as upgraded and enhanced as the YT was. Power that wasn’t being consumed by the YT’s sublight engine was being gobbled up by the deﬂector shields, taxed by each glancing bolt the ship sustained.
Leaping out from behind one of Coruscant’s crazed orbital mirrors, they raced to fall in behind the ﬂaming deteriorating hulk the Separatist ﬂagship had become, her blunt bow dipped toward Coruscant in a gesture of surrender, ablative shielding glowing red-hot, and sloughing pieces of armor like a monar serpent shedding scales.
“Cruiser’s escape pods are away,” Reeze said.
Jadak magniﬁed the forward view of the ship. Hands vised on the yoke as the YT slalomed through a fragment cloud of parts and components, Jadak watched in awe as the warship altered vector for the planet’s governmental district. The Invisible Hand was falling to be sure, but it was clear that someone still had the helm and was determined to guide the vessel in by deploying the drag ﬁns and using the exterior hatches as needed to keep the ship from burning up in the atmosphere.
“Skywalker?” Reeze said.
“I doubt it’s Palpatine–unless he’s got talents he hasn’t revealed.”
Hundreds of warships too large to be annihilated by Coruscant’s artillery and rocketry had penetrated the umbrella and cratered the urbanscape. But it was obvious that the standoff gunnery crews had been ordered to allow the Invisible Hand through, which in turn upped the YT’s chances of making planetfall. All they had to do was remain close enough to the ship not to be spotted, but far enough from it not to be incinerated.
Jadak had his hand on the throttle when the entire aft portion of the Invisible Hand tumbled away in a mass of ﬂaming wreckage. Only Reeze’s last-moment evasive actions kept the YT from being atomized. Just as quickly, Jadak brought the freighter up on her side and barrel-rolling out of harm’s way. But the hail of debris that slammed into the shields was worse than anything they had ﬂown through earlier, and the deﬂectors might as well have yowled for all the alert tones the instrument panel issued.
Without warning, the YT veered sharply. Only the copilot chair’s safety harness kept Reeze from landing in Jadak’s lap. Status indicators ﬂashed on the console, and another chorus of alarms ﬁlled the cockpit.
“Port braking thruster’s taken a bad hit,” Jadak said as he brought the YT back on course. “We’ll check it out when we set down.”
Reeze snugged the harness. “The eternal optimist.”
“Someone in this cockpit’s gotta be.”
With half of the warship’s mass lost to space, whoever had the controls was managing to keep the truncated forward portion on track for a controlled crash, probably on one of the old hardened landing strips in the government district. Repulsors howling, the YT continued to follow it down, shedding altitude and velocity. But with only twenty kilometers to go, icons began to paint the threat screen and proximity alarms wailed. Jadak saw ﬂights of ships screaming up the well to render aid to the Invisible Hand.
“Fireships,” Reeze said. “Couple of clone ﬁghters, too.”
“Time to make ourselves scarce.”
“We’ve got that authorization code–”
“Better save it for when we really need it. Switch us over to terrain-following.”
“No time for that.”
Jadak consulted the topographic display then banked out of the warship’s wake, main thrusters protesting and intense waves of heat assaulting them. Two of the clone ﬁghters gave chase but ultimately peeled away to rejoin the Invisible Hand, which was fast approaching the landing strip.
The YT slewed west over the spaceport tower and the Jedi Temple, then out over The Works, through columns of oily black smoke billowing from crash craters and ﬁres that had spread into some of the outlying districts.
“Looks like the alien sectors took the brunt of it,” Reeze said.
“A lot of folks have been trying to get rid of those slums for decades.”
“Grievous in league with the urban renewal lobbyists?”
Jadak had never seen the striated airlanes so empty. But in among the emergency vehicles and police cruisers were clone-piloted ARC170s on the prowl for intruders until martial law was lifted. In the time it took to bring the YT about, several of the ﬁghters had taken an interest in the freighter.
“About twenty gun emplacements have us in target lock,” Reeze said.
“Open the comm.”
“YT-Thirteen-hundred,” someone said over the subspace comm. “Identify yourself and state your destination.”
“Stellar Envoy out of Ralltiir,” Jadak said toward the microphone. “Destination is the Senate Annex.”
“The Senate is restricted airspace. If you’ve an authorization code, transmit it now, or turn about. Failure to comply will be met with lethal force.”
Jadak nodded to Reeze. “Go ahead.”
Reeze swiveled his chair and punched a code into the comm board.
“Stellar Envoy,” the same voice said a moment later, “you are cleared for the Senate Building.”
Posted November 13, 2008
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This is a very good book. The book is good for die hard star wars fans. The plot is amazing. I would reccomended this book for anyone who loves star wars. I would recommend the Legacy of the Force series.
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Posted October 25, 2008
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It is three years following the brief but startling reign of Darth Caedus, and the Solos are just beginning to piece together what remains of their life. Although they are among the greatest heroes of the Republic, they have parted with much since they began their quest for justice and tranquility. Han and Leia have adopted Jacen's daughter, Allana, and are determined to raise her as a normal, happy, healthy kid, everything Jacen should have been. But when she senses the presence of an unusual object imbedded in the Falcon's hull, she ignites a desperate search that uncovers the Falcon's past, and forces Han to come to terms with secrets which never should have been revealed. As the OT gang, minus Luke, gropes blindly toward the Falcon's mysteries, her former owner, who has just been awakened from a sixty-year slumber, is searching, too, trying to formulate a past which never existed. The chase is carried out masterfully on all levels, until all four parties in question confront each other in an explosive conclusion which leads us right into the next greatest thing in galactic conflict. Luke Skywalker's arrest, the return of the dark side, heroes in exile, and the Fate of the Jedi. Can't wait 'till March '09! May the Force be with us all!
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Posted January 25, 2012
This awinspiring book includes the Millenium Falcon's deep roots, incredable stories from its past, and a mystierious, unamable part that the old freighter has harbored for many, many years. Once you read this book, you will see that the old ship was destined to become the fastest ship in the galaxy! It will forever change change your view on the MILLENIUM FALCON!
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Posted May 20, 2009
I felt that this book did not really provide the excitement and satisfaction that I am used to from the current Star Wars novels. The book did not really accomplish anything other than explaining the origins of the Falcon. A fun aspect in thought but not carried through into the book. The end of the book left me saying "Thats it?"
Enough negative. The book does involve mostly Han and Leia which is never bad, you also get a to see the beginings of Allana, who I am excited to see develop in the future.
The book has no real grand importance in the storyline of the Star Wars Universe and is lacking a little in the awesome department which has not happended since pre NJO. It feels like a speed bump slowing us down from the events of the last book and getting us ready for the next big series.
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Posted July 9, 2013
This was a very refreshing story after some of the darker elements of LOTF. It felt more like the Han Solo Adventures than Luceno's earlier Agents of Chaos duology, references aside. First off, I liked the two quests to discover the Falcon's history, one going back in time, the other forward. This was a clever way to cover the entire history of the ship without being too redundant or expository. I like that no matter who owned the Falcon they always got into some trouble that only the ship could get them out of. This story served to tell the adventures of the previous owners while at the same time tell a new adventure for the Solos. Everyone in the story, the Solos, Jadak, Poste and Oxic, went for a ride that is worth remembering.
I thought Han and Leia's interactions with Allana were well done, and I was glad to see C-3PO actually do something for the first time in a while. Overall I thought Luceno portrayed Han and Leia very well, and I liked the characters introduced, especially Jadak and some of the previous owners of the Falcon. I felt many of the various mentions of people places and events were well done and not too contrived; this being Luceno everything seemed appropriate and thought out. There were some nice tidbits alluding to FOTJ that fit in the story very nicely without taking away the main theme of the history/treasure hunt, like briefly introducing Seff Hellin, a major character in FOTJ.
There wasn't anything really wrong with this novel. I did sometimes get confused about who owned the Falcon when, but the only owners that really mattered were Han and Jadak. I did think the end felt a little rushed, but with its length and sufficient content this novel could afford it.
This book reminds us that you can have a good story without a galaxy-shattering plot; it's just a fun small side adventure that contains the elements that the readers love to see in Star Wars.
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Posted February 11, 2013
I have always thought of the Millinium Falcon as it's own character and thoroughly enjoyed reading about it's history. It is was a nice break from the multi-layered storylines that go on for way too long.....
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Posted May 27, 2010
This novel plays the role of bridge to the "Fate of the Jedi" series. Like other novels that tie one storyline to another, it adds a little more depth to the overall Star Wars saga while providing a unique story of its own. The story takes place aboard the Millennium Falcon (and various other locales) & focuses primarily on the history of the Falcon. From medical transport to circus ride and several stops in-between the Falcon has done it all. The entire adventure is sparked by the discovery of an unidentified piece on/in the Falcon. Since Han knows every there is to know about the Falcon, he is baffled by the discovery of something he doesn't know about on his ship. Meanwhile, in another part of the story a lonely freighter captain, named Jadak, is waking up & attempting to reconstruct his memory after a 60 year coma. The last thing he remembers is being aboard the Stellar Envoy (aka the Falcon) when it collided w/ another ship. Jadak partners w/ a lowly criminal Poste from Nar Shadda and begins his search for the Falcon to regain a lost treasury he was tasked to deliver 60+ years earlier. The story takes several interesting twists and turns as Jakad, Poste, Han, Leia, Allana along w/ C3P-O embark on an adventure w/ one group searching the future and the other the past, both looking for the same thing. Toss in a crime boss, a little pirating, a crocked antique collector, witty banter between Han & Leia & a delightful story unfolds that supply's an interesting angle on the Star Wars expand universe.
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Posted February 10, 2013
I didn't understand why so many people rated this story so low. I quite enjoyed it. After all the tradgedy and sorrow the Solo family has been through, this lighthearted journey really speaks of family to me, and Allana is so sweet and precious. Also, I dug the construction of the story- one captain starting at the beginning moving forward and another captain starting at the present moving backwards, both learning the history of the Falcon. It is a nice transition piece that leads us into the Fate of the Jedi series. I think the real message of this story is "family." The only part that was a letdown for me was the final revalation of the treasure everyone was after.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
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Posted January 9, 2012
Quick opinion? Give this book a pass. If you must read it, check your library.
This was, frankly, a disappointing book. It had some promise in tying in some of the Falcon's past - but it got rather solly with it. The ship didn't need to be given its own personality and mystery... or if it ddid, it could have been pulled off much, much better. This was just poorly executed - I agree with the.person who called it "flat." It i son eof the.few.books.I wish I had waited to find in paperback, used, instead of getting new.
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Posted November 17, 2010
I have to say that I liked this book and reading it on my nook was addicting. I have not read any of the series before or after this book so there were some holes for me, but I enjoyed the history of the Falcon. As kids my best friend and I wondered about where the Falcon had been. Now we know. It was interesting to see each pilot moving through their respective timelines until they met in the middle. I only wish that Han could have met all of the pilots.
While I agree that the ending was rather abrupt, it did open the door for more about Jadek. I liked this character and Poste, but their final decision was quickly made without much consideration to anything else. I think that Allana will be turning up again in later series.
This is a novel that tells the story of the Millennium Falcon from two separate ends of Star Wars history. It also brilliantly bridges the gap between the Legacy of the Force series and the Fate of the Jedi series. It was also very touching to see Han Solo settlin into his new role as a grandfather. A fan of every era of Star Wars will enjoy this book.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.