Resistance Reborn (Star Wars): Journey to Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker

Resistance Reborn (Star Wars): Journey to Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker

by Rebecca Roanhorse

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Overview

In this “Journey to Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker” novel, Poe Dameron, General Leia Organa, Rey, and Finn must struggle to rebuild the Resistance after their defeat at the hands of the First Order in Star Wars: The Last Jedi.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780593128428
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 11/05/2019
Series: Star Wars
Pages: 320
Sales rank: 66,083
Product dimensions: 6.40(w) x 9.30(h) x 1.30(d)

About the Author

Rebecca Roanhorse is a speculative fiction writer and Nebula, Hugo, and Sturgeon Award finalist. She was also a Campbell Award finalist for Best New Science Fiction and Fantasy writer. Her novel Trail of Lightning is the first book in the Sixth World series, followed by Storm of Locusts in 2019. She lives in northern New Mexico with her husband, daughter, and pug.

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Chapter 1

Leia jerked awake, her head snapping back against the rough fabric of the headrest. Her hands grasped for purchase in the armless chair as she tried to keep herself from falling. She cried out, a small startled breath in the otherwise empty room, as her fingers clasped around the edge of the console table. It took her a moment for her senses to come back to her and for her to remember where she was. The low hum of machinery and the distant clank of someone doing repairs, even at this odd hour, told her she was on the Millennium Falcon. Not on the Raddus, during the First Order’s attack, when she had felt the presence of her son nearby. Not in the cold darkness of space into which she had been flung immediately after.

She had been dreaming just now. The same dream that had plagued her since it happened. She was alone, cold, her body failing, her spirit lost, surrounded by the vast emptiness of space. In real life she had woken, and the Force had flared hot and alive in her. And it had brought her back, guided her to safety. But in the dream, she stayed suspended in the void. Failing her friends, her family, and the people she had vowed to lead. Failing her son most of all. Everyone she loved, dead.

“When did I get so morbid?” she muttered to herself, pushing her aching body upright in her chair. She knew when. Since she had died. Well, almost died. She’d had plenty of close calls in her life. The bombing during her senatorial days back on Hosnian Prime. The torture session with Vader that even now, decades later, spiked her adrenaline and set her on edge when even the barest hint of that memory surfaced. A million narrow escapes with Han back in the days of the Rebellion. But nothing quite like being blasted out of that ship, drifting through space alone.

She rubbed a tired hand over her face, looking around. It had been a long few days since Chewie and Rey had shown up on Crait to rescue them from the First Order. Since she had seen her brother again and lost him just as quickly. She wondered how much she was supposed to suffer in a single lifetime, how much exactly one person could take. But then she put that indulgent self-pitying moment away. She had work to do.

The communications console of the Millennium Falcon was laid out before her, silent as space itself. When she had called for aid on Crait, sending out her distress signal to her allies, she was sure someone would respond. But they had not, and that fact still shook her. Were they alive? Was her signal being blocked? Or—the answer she least wanted to contemplate—did they just not care?

No, she wouldn’t believe that. Couldn’t. Something had happened that prevented her calls from reaching friendly ears. That made more sense than believing she and the Resistance had been so thoroughly abandoned. She would figure out what went wrong, and until then, she would keep trying.

She reached for the communications rig just as the speaker in her headphones buzzed to life and a green light blinked, signaling that a transmission was waiting. Her heart ticked up in anticipation. Someone was trying to reach the Millennium Falcon. She slid the headphones on, adjusting the mike as static rained through the connection. Without the sensor dish, the Falcon’s subspace radio signal was scratchy at best.

She punched in the encryption code, opening the channel to whoever was on the other end and had known the code as well.

“Hello?” she whispered anxiously into the mike. “Who is this?”

At first, all she got was more static, but then the voice resolved, faint but getting stronger. “. . . Zay with Shriv . . . ​mission . . . ​remember me?”

A small flutter of defeat flickered in Leia’s stomach. She had hoped it would be one of the Resistance allies, a powerful government offering refuge or ships or other aid. But it was the girl she had met directly after the destruction of Starkiller Base, the daughter of Iden Versio and Del Meeko. She remembered Zay well. Her parents had both been Imperials-­turned-­rebels, her grandfather the notorious Admiral Garrick Versio. The girl had lost both parents, had already been through so much at so young an age. Well, hadn’t they all? Leia certainly had. It was the nature of war, to put its children through hell, to murder their parents.

“Stop!” she told herself loudly, her voice echoing around the room.

“What?” Zay asked, through the static.

“Not you,” Leia said hastily. “I didn’t mean you.” How embarrassing. Leia shook off her malaise and pressed the headphone to her ear, leaning into the mike. “Say it again, Zay. I’m having trouble hearing you. You’re breaking up.”

“Oh.” And then louder and slower. “SHRIV AND I . . . ​HAVE GOTTEN . . . ​SOME PROMISING LEADS . . . ?”

Leia smiled good-­naturedly at the girl’s exaggerated overcorrection. “I can hear you fine now. Speak normally.”

“Oh yeah? So, we tracked down some old friends of my mother who were Imperials but have renounced and have no love for the First Order. We’re going to pay them a visit, if that’s okay with you. It will take another three or four standard days, at least.”

“What happened to the Resistance allies I asked you to find?”

“That’s the distressing thing,” Zay said. “They’re all gone.”

“Gone?”

“Or at least they’re not where they should be. We’ve hit over half the names you gave us and found nothing. In some cases, whole homes just abandoned.”

“Maybe they’ve gone into hiding.” Or worse.

“Whatever it is, General, something bad is happening.”

Leia rubbed her neck, feeling the tension locked in her muscles. More allies out of reach. Zay was right. Something was happening, and it scared Leia, too.

“Zay, I want you to keep looking. Find out what you can.”

“Copy. And the ex-­Imperials?”

Leia hadn’t imagined ex-­Imperials would be the allies she needed, but it looked like their options were thinning. And who knew? Zay’s mother proved that some of the fiercest rebel fighters out there had once been on the other side. People were complicated, and if there was one thing the Empire had been good at it was offering people what they thought they needed—only for them to find out that the peace and order they desired came at too high a price. Leia would never hold someone’s past against them. She had enough demons in her family tree to guarantee she was not one to judge.

On the other end, Leia heard muttering and muffled arguing, as if someone had placed their hand over the mike. After a moment, Zay came back.

“Shriv says you should trust us. After all, what could go wrong?”

What, indeed? “All right, if Shriv agrees that the ex-­Imperial leads are solid, go ahead and extend your mission. But be careful. There’s . . . ​it’s not safe to go up against the First Order.” Like the girl with the dead mother didn’t know that.

“Not a problem, General. We’ll use caution.”

More muffled muttering. “Oh, and Shriv says ‘Careful’ is his middle name. Plus, he’s not dead yet, so somebody or something out there must be looking out for us.”

“Yes,” Leia said quietly to herself, and then into the mike, “May the Force be with you, Inferno Squad.”

“Same to you. Over and out!”

Leia pressed the button to end her connection and leaned back. She hoped she hadn’t given the girl too much responsibility too soon. Zay couldn’t be many years older than sixteen, but at sixteen Leia was already fomenting the Rebellion. If anyone knew that youth could be underestimated, it was her. No, Zay was strong, smart. Capable. And with Shriv as a steadying force, she trusted they’d complete the mission.

A sharp pain in her temple brought Leia’s thoughts up short. She squeezed her eyes shut in sudden agony. These headaches were a side effect of the healing process, the medical droid had said. She was to expect them to last for a few weeks, but between the headaches, the nightmares of being lost in space, and the grief of losing her friends and family, Leia was exhausted. What she wouldn’t give for just a moment of relaxation, of safety; a few days or even a handful of hours of knowing everything would be all right.

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Resistance Reborn (Star Wars): Journey to Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker 4.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 5 reviews.
Corax 9 months ago
This is simply one of the best Star Wars novels written. Engaging and smart, with deep cuts i to the lore and history that only a true fan of the whole saga could write.
Anonymous 9 months ago
Incredible book, ties in so well with many other Star Wars books and even video games while telling its own story. The author writes all the characters extremely well and creates an interesting story. Was really hard to put down at times, would highly recommend.
Mikedlt 9 months ago
Just got it a couple of days ago and I could not put it down...finished it today and I loved it! I was so happy to see so many characters from the original trilogy, other books and comics, all tied together in this story. It was quite a surprise to see old friends again in this new story. Great job on your first Star Wars project, Rebecca Roanhorse! Can't wait to read your next project!
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Anonymous 9 months ago
To be honest, this book bored me to tears at times. I loved seeing certain old characters again, but I couldn't help but feel like this was a young adult novel fanfiction re-packaged into a Star Wars book. Odd too considering most of the other new books I've enjoyed. The events of this book will more than likely be covered in The Rise of Skywalker openning crawl or the novelization of the film. Do yourself a favor, skip this book.