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The Clone Wars rage on. As insurgent Separatists fight furiously to wrest control of the galaxy from the Republic, Supreme Chancellor Palpatine cunningly manipulates both sides for his own sinister purposes.

Torrent Company’s Captain Rex agrees to temporarily relieve Anakin Skywalker of Ahsoka, his ubiquitous–and insatiably curious–Padawan, by bringing her along on a routine three-day shakedown cruise aboard Captain Gilad Pellaeon’s newly refitted assault ship. But the training ...

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Overview

The Clone Wars rage on. As insurgent Separatists fight furiously to wrest control of the galaxy from the Republic, Supreme Chancellor Palpatine cunningly manipulates both sides for his own sinister purposes.

Torrent Company’s Captain Rex agrees to temporarily relieve Anakin Skywalker of Ahsoka, his ubiquitous–and insatiably curious–Padawan, by bringing her along on a routine three-day shakedown cruise aboard Captain Gilad Pellaeon’s newly refitted assault ship. But the training run becomes an active–and dangerous–rescue mission when Republic undercover agent Hallena Devis goes missing in the middle of a Separatist invasion.

Dispatched to a distant world to aid a local dictator facing a revolution, Hallena finds herself surrounded by angry freedom fighters and questioning the Republic’s methods–and motives. Summoned to rescue the missing operative who is also his secret love, Pellaeon–sworn to protect the Republic over all–is torn between duty and desire. And Ahsoka, sent in with Rex and six untested clone troopers to extract Hallena, encounters a new and different Jedi philosophy, which shakes the foundation of her upbringing to the core. As danger and intrigue intensify, the loyalties and convictions of all involved will be tested. . . .

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780739376836
  • Publisher: Random House Audio Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 5/19/2009
  • Series: Star Wars: The Clone Wars Series
  • Format: CD
  • Edition description: Unabridged
  • Product dimensions: 5.10 (w) x 6.00 (h) x 1.20 (d)

Meet the Author

Karen Traviss is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of four Star Wars: Republic Commando novels: Order 66, Hard Contact, Triple Zero, and True Colors; three Star Wars: Legacy of the Force novels: Bloodlines, Revelation, and Sacrifice; as well as City of Pearl, Crossing the Line, The World Before, Matriarch, Ally, and Judge. A former defense correspondent and TV and newspaper journalist, Traviss has also worked as a police press officer, an advertising copywriter, and a journalism lecturer. Her short stories have appeared in Asimov’s, Realms of Fantasy, On Spec, and Star Wars Insider. She lives in Devizes, England.

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Chapter One

JanFathal has been a loyal member of the Republic for as long as I can remember. Let’s not allow a little thing like internal strife to get in the way of that. I’m afraid the Fathalians’ wish for democratic change will have to wait until the war is over, because right now we need to keep that planet. –Armand Isard, Director of Republic Intelligence 

ATHAR, CAPITAL OF JANFATHAL, OUTER RIM 

The dust that blew in from the plains was pale gray, as fine and as clogging as ferrocrete powder. 

It was a small wonder that the locals kept their windows and doors tightly shuttered at this time of year. Hallena kept her kerchief over her mouth and nose, but the dust still managed to work its way into her eyes. Her vision blurred; blinking didn’t clear it. She was forced to shelter in a doorway on the main square while she tried to rub the stuff out of her eyes. 

Now she understood why the Athari were so prone to spitting in the streets. They were very good at it, too–accurate, discreet, and almost elegant in their technique. Since she’d arrived a few days ago, Hallena had learned to dodge the streams and even manage an occasional well- aimed squirt of her own. Fit in. Go gray–blend in with the population, like you’ve been here all your life . . . 

It was just like wine- tasting in a smart Coruscant tapcaf, except the flavor filling her mouth was the flat mineral bitterness of dust coating her tongue, not a rich, fruity Ondo Lava– Is this stuff toxic? 

Swirl. Lean a little. Aim. Spit hard. 

Hallena put a bit of force behind it. Sometimes it was more difficult than it looked. She was aware of someone walking toward her, head lowered against a steady wind that never seemed to drop, and then she realized why Gilad always warned her when they sailed his personal yacht to test the wind direction before dumping liquid overboard. 

Splat. 

“Aw, terrific,” said a male voice. “Lady, can’t you even spit straight?” 

She had to shield her face with her hand. Sharper, bigger fragments of dust stung her eyes. Her gaze traveled up from a dark, wet patch on the leg of a pair of tan pants to the indignant face of their owner. 

“Sorry.” She was careful to maintain the right accent. “Let me clean that up.” 

“You looking for the carpet shop?” 

Ah. She knew the response she had to give. She felt better already. 

“I hear it’s closed midweek.”

The man was in his forties, thin- faced and balding. He stared into her eyes for a moment, then winked. The simple code had been confirmed. This was her contact. 

“Galdovar,” she said. It probably wasn’t his real name, and she didn’t care if it was or not. All that mattered was that he was the man she was supposed to meet; and that was all she was going to trust. He wasn’t a random stranger she’d spat upon. Trust didn’t come easy in her line of work. Trust got you killed. That was why she placed it solely in herself, and why her hand was still resting on the blaster hidden in the folds of her coat. “You’d better be, anyway.” 

“I am, so at least I got my pants ruined by the right woman. Come on. Let’s get inside.” He indicated the far end of the deserted road with a discreet nod of his head, then looked down at the damp patch on his leg. “Original way to identify yourself, Agent Devis.” 

“No, I really did miss the spot,” she said. Now it worried her that she hadn’t been alert to anyone following her or watching her. It was basic intelligence procedure, as unconscious as breathing; situational awareness. “How long have you been watching me?” 

“A few minutes.” 

Stang. If he’d been a sniper . . . 

But he wasn’t, and she was fully alert after a moment’s lapse. The building at the end of the road was an office complex with shops and tapcafs. As they entered, the world changed; the deserted streets full of swirling dust that made Athar look like a ghost town gave way to bustling life conducted wholly behind shuttered doors. Athari citizens went about their business under cover during the windy weeks of late autumn. 

“Up the stairs,” Galdovar said, gesturing with his thumb. 

“Second floor. Union offices.” 

Hallena blended seamlessly into the bustle of Fathalians. She spoke Basic with a convincing Athari accent, and–like most of them–her skin was black and her hair dressed in neatly coiled plaits. Nobody had any reason to suspect she was a Republic spy, sent to infiltrate. 

She’d been in Athar for less than a week. The place wasn’t quite the same picture that the intelligence briefing had painted. Places seldom were. 

“In here?” Hallena gestured, one hand still deep in her pocket. 

“In there,” said Galdovar. 

“After you.” 

No, she wasn’t that dumb. 

The doors parted and she followed him into a routinely time- worn office with pleekwood desks and shelves that had seen better days. The interior doors, though, looked as if they’d been smashed down and repaired; two of the panels were bright new wood, devoid of any patina or termite scarring. 

“Burglars?” she asked. “Or are you just slack on building maintenance?” 

“Got to look the part,” Galdovar said. “And we know exactly how a union office should look after the authorities have raided it, don’t we?” 

He was one of those who normally did the raiding. She had to concede the point. Sounds of movement behind the repaired door made her check automatically for a way out if this meeting turned out not to be one she’d bargained on. The only place she felt safe these days was on a Republic warship, and not just because of Gilad; the entire galaxy was in turmoil. The front line didn’t end at planetary boundaries, or sometimes even within families.

 Hallena walked into a small back office filled mainly by a battered table. If it hadn’t been for the two heavily armed men sitting at one side of it–she could spot the outlines of weapons as well as anyone–she might even have swallowed the cover story about this place being an administrative office for the Union of Fabricants, Plastoid Molders, and Allied Trades, Local 61. 

“Well, well,” she said. Their eyes locked on hers as if they weren’t entirely sure she was genuine. “Unity is strength, people, power to the workers, and all that. So what have you got for me?” 

The younger of the two men raised a bleached- blond eyebrow. He didn’t offer any introductions. “I’m glad you’re getting into character,” he said sourly. “We think the people you’re looking for are these two.” 

He shoved a holoimage projector across the table, flicking his thumbnail against the controls to activate an image. It was a snatched shot of a man and a woman caught in midstride as they hurried toward a speeder; early thirties, heads covered by factory workers’ caps, like thousands of other laborers in the city. 

“Merish Hath and her boyfriend, Shil Kaval,” he said. “The usual troublemaking variety of malcontent.” 

Hallena studied the image. The JanFathal police couldn’t just pick them up and make them disappear, like they usually did. The Regent had held absolute power for thirty years; he wasn’t going to get a hard time from his judges because he’d had them all jailed some years ago. But pieces in this particular puzzle were missing. 

It was her job to find them. 

“We’d like this sorted,” said the younger man. The stark contrast of his eyebrows against his ebony skin was hypnotically weird; and he was obviously more senior in the hierarchy than he looked, or else he was just massively arrogant. “We don’t want a few million droids landing in our backyard uninvited. The troublemakers we’ve been monitoring have been a lot more active in the last few weeks, like they’re preparing for something.” 

“Maybe your Regent should concentrate on building a proper army instead of blowing his budget on internal security.” Hallena took the holoimager and transferred the image to her own device. The more she saw of some of the Republic’s allies, the less weight she gave their strategic value. “So can you get me into their circle, or not? What’s my cover identity?” 

“Well, Sister Devis–” 

“Tell me you haven’t used that name . . .” 

Blond Brows sucked his teeth, clearly annoyed at the interruption. “We might be a long way from Coruscant, ma’am, but we’re not country bumpkins. Your ID says Orla Taman. You’re a union convener from Nuth, which is far enough away to explain why you’re not one of their little cabal, and you’ve been in prison for a few years for your unpatriotic activities. Now you’re out and looking to sow dissent and hasten the glorious revolution.” 

Blond Brows passed her an identichip and a few battered personal possessions of the kind that a newly released prisoner might have: an old- style comlink, a few folded sheets of tattered flimsi that looked like a precious letter hidden and re read for years, and a holozine on the virtues of obedient citizenship of the kind that all those freed were given on release to keep them on the straight and narrow. 

Hallena looked them over carefully. “Got it.” 

“Okay, then we get you into the armaments factory tomorrow morning, and you line up for a job. They take casual labor by the day or week.” 

“Do I have an impressive résumé?” 

“You’re fully proficient in removing metal swarf from factory floors. A genius with a broom.” 

It certainly beat passing herself off as a brain surgeon. There was no arcane professional knowledge to bluff through when she was pushing a broom. She didn’t even have to pretend she’d done it before. “Very well. I’ll head back to my modest hovel and go begging for work tomorrow.” 

The older man sitting beside Blond Brows spoke for the first time. He looked like a chunk of granite that had been dumped by an avalanche, all square solidity and craggy grayness, the kind of man who would stand firm until time flowed around him. 

“If you’re caught,” he said, “they’ll kill you and go to ground, and we’ll have to start all over again. We might not have the time to do that.” 

It was the simplest of statements, dazzling in its selfevidence. “Sounds like every job I’ve ever done.” Hallena got up to leave. One hand still rested on her blaster. “I’ll be back in touch when I have something useful for you.” 

Maybe. I’ll see how it goes. This is for the Republic. 

The granite- and- blondness double act didn’t move as she took a step or two backward without turning. For some reason, she felt more wary in this building among nominal allies than outside, surrounded by potential assassins. 

If they ever venture out in this wind, of course . . . 

Back at her lodgings, a stark and cramped little room above a grocery store, the ubiquitous dust had crept through every gap and left a convenient intruder warning system across every flat surface. Hallena closed the front doors behind her and stood listening for a moment, checking who might be where. When she studied the thin coating of dust, footprints and scuffs had worn a clean path between the side doors to the shop and the owner’s living quarters across the passage. The layer on the stairs was still undisturbed, though. Nobody had gone up to her room since she’d left. 

She had no real reason to check. It was just habit; careful, wary habit. 

The shop doors parted and the elderly female owner stuck her head through the gap, smiling to reveal more gaps than teeth. “Won’t last much longer, my dear,” she said. “Regular as sunset, that wind. It’ll die down by this time tomorrow, and then the rains start.” 

“I remember,” Hallena lied. It sounded as if the woman didn’t think she was local. “I used to visit Athar as a kid.” Don’t push it, don’t get a conversation going. “I’m going to get a job tomorrow. I’ll be out all day.” 

“You’re a bit secretive, you are.” 

Stang, is she Force- sensitive or something? That risk had never troubled Hallena before, but the war had suddenly made her aware of how many beings there were who could sense her feelings or even try to shape her thoughts. Spies liked to be the ones who did the shaping and sensing. It was the natural order of espionage. 

“I’ve just been released from prison,” Hallena said at last, suitably awkward. “It’s not something I want to brag about. Don’t worry–it’s nothing violent or dishonest.” 

“It never is,” the woman said, suddenly serious. “It’s always political these days.” 

Hallena didn’t take it any farther. She retreated to her room, and spent the rest of the day tinkering with her comm kit–minimal, concealed within the old comlink, nothing that would make her look too well equipped in this austere world–and observing the activity in the street below through a small clear patch in the grimy transparisteel pane. Yes, the wind seemed to be dropping; a few more people were out on the walkways, some wearing goggles, others with their mouths still covered by scarves, but they seemed to know that respite was coming. 

How long am I going to be here? 

Hallena was glad she’d never been a sleeper, living undercover for a lifetime until a controller she’d never seen finally called one day and gave her a mission within a society she might have grown to think of as her own. Short bursts of being someone and something else were much more manageable. 

I can only live so much of a lie. 

Gil Pellaeon knew exactly what she was and accepted her for it. That was a rare source of honest stability in her line of work. She didn’t even keep a holoimage of him with her: too risky, like any genuine personal possession that might identify her if she was captured. But Gil understood the nature of their relationship–snatched moments, denials, no real prospect of routine, daily, comfortable domestic bliss like other couples– because his job wasn’t so different. 

Will either of us survive long enough to get out, to retire? Gil . . . no, he loves his ship. I’ll have to join him one day. That night, Hallena slept fitfully with her blaster on the nightstand. In the early hours, noise from the street woke her; her dozing brain told her it was drunks outside, typical Coruscant nightlife, but she snapped fully alert into Athar, JanFathal, where wild revelry wasn’t routine. 

The voice was a scream, a protest, not drunken shrieking. Lights played on the buildings opposite. The crunch and thud of doors being forced open gave way to speeders revving their drives. When Hallena got a glimpse of what was happening from the window, she saw a man and a woman being bundled into a vehicle marked with the livery of Athar’s not- so- secret police. One masked officer brought a bludgeon down on the head of the man in one practiced movement as he shoved him into the police speeder. The arrest was suddenly over. The lights swung around; all the vehicles sped off. All that remained was the gaping doors of the house opposite, yellow light streaming onto the pavement, and the complete absence of any neighbors coming out to see what was happening. 

They must have heard it all. 

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  • Posted August 10, 2009

    more from this reviewer

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    Another fine CW novel

    If you have followed the Republic/Imperial Commando series, then you know the excellent grasp that Traviss has for the military in general and the SW military factions (clones!) specifically. Her books are easily the most humanizing of the various EU entries for the boys in white, and really challenge the reader's perception of morality in the SW universe. This is not something many other authors have dared to do, but Traviss is unafraid of making us examine the hypocrisy of the Jedi or the callous disregard of the republic politicians. Read any book she has written, you will not be disappointed.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 20, 2012

    Cptn Rex rules!

    The ending is kind of sad but it's a roller coaster ride! If you like hearing things from the clone's point of view this book is great!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 4, 2011

    Great Novel! Fine work by Karen Traviss

    If you were a fan of Karen Traviss' "Republic Commando" series as well as the first novel in the "Star Wars: The Clone Wars" series, then "No Prisoners" is definitely a read you must have.

    Unlike the previous novel "Star Wars: The Clone Wars Wild Space", this novel focuses on the dangers of war and the changing of the tides on a planet in the Outer Rim; far away from the peace of Coruscant. On JanFathal, the locals have grown tired of their lives under the iron fist of the Reagent and have begun to sow the seeds for revolution: Sent to keep an eye on the situation, Republic Intelligence Agent Hallena Deviss finds herself in great danger...

    At the same time, Traviss weaves a tale in her best form; the life of the clones. So many authors of this era simply write from the viewpoints of the Jedi or the Senators, leaving the soldiers to simple lines of "Yes sir" or "Right away". However, Traviss gives each character the same devotion as all the others; with her usual focus on the clones. We get the unique view of their life, from the frontlines to their deathbeds...

    It is just a shame that Traviss has not written more for this series...

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 14, 2009

    Don't waste your money

    Poorly written and predictable. I feel cheated for what I paid. Not sure if I will purchase anything Karen Travis writes again.

    1 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 26, 2013

    Stan lee

    I will rip of your butt and shoot you in the face and stab you in the hart stan lee

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  • Posted September 5, 2013

    Ahsoka and Rex take center stage in this novel. The story is mor

    Ahsoka and Rex take center stage in this novel. The story is more in line with the portrayal of the Clones in the Republic Commando novels than with the tv show, and I like that. Ahsoka interacts with some characters in this book that might give an idea as to her ultimate fate now that The Clone Wars has been cancelled. The themes and story of No Prisoners are the best of the 5 Star Wars: The Clone Wars novels, which is a welcome change after the previous novel, Wild Space, which was the worst Star Wars book I've ever read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 10, 2013

    ITS COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL

    ITS COOOOOOOOOO?OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 30, 2013

    Your wierd don ricker

    But i think if i rape you i might like your anus.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 4, 2013

    To you are weird don ricker

    I will rip your penus off and stuff it down your throat - don ricker

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 13, 2013

    Awesome

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    <i> Star Wars rocks </i>

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 10, 2012

    Capti Rex rules!

    I just love how captin Rex uses his dc-15 pistols!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 16, 2012

    TGDJ

    Fkikkkmfy

    0 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 11, 2012

    its great¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿

    The book rocks!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 1, 2012

    Great book with great detail

    Good book

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 8, 2012

    PadmeSkywalker

    I loved this book i really only care to read parts with Anakin and Padme in them but this book was still good even if it only had about ten pages of Anakin and Padme together. But all in all its a good book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 16, 2012

    Awesome

    This book was a great and amazing book to read and a lot details in this book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 5, 2012

    Awsom!!!

    Star wars fans will love it

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 7, 2011

    Good and awsome

    U r a good author an wrote a good book

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  • Posted August 11, 2011

    Nice star wars book.

    Not the best book but definetly worth it's money and then some. A great plot but it jumps alittle too much forr my taste. But all in all you really should read it.

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