Star Wars Fate of the Jedi #8: Ascension

Star Wars Fate of the Jedi #8: Ascension

by Christie Golden

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The toppling of ruthless Natasi Daala has left a political vacuum on Coruscant and ignited a power struggle between opposing factions racing to claim control of the Galactic Alliance. Surrounded by hidden agendas, treacherous conspiracies, and covert Sith agents, the Jedi Order must keep the government from collapsing into anarchy—while facing the combined threats of the resurgent Lost Sith Tribe, a deposed dictator bent on vengeance, and the enduring menace of Abeloth, the profoundly evil entity hungry to become a god.
“[Christie] Golden’s excellent storytelling captures the essence of the beloved space opera and should leave series followers eagerly anticipating the story’s conclusion.”—Library Journal

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780345509178
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 11/27/2012
Series: Star Wars: Fate of the Jedi Series , #8
Pages: 512
Sales rank: 135,032
Product dimensions: 4.36(w) x 6.70(h) x 1.14(d)

About the Author

Christie Golden is the New York Times bestselling author of more than thirty novels, including Star Wars: Fate of the Jedi: Allies, and several short stories in the fields of fantasy, science fiction, and horror. Her media tie-in works include launching the Ravenloft line in 1991 with Vampire of the Mists, more than a dozen Star Trek novels, and multiple Warcraft and Starcraft novels, including World of Warcraft: Thrall: Twilight of the Aspects and StarCraft II: Devil’s Due.

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Chapter One

Council Chambers of the Circle,

Capital City of Tahv, KESH

The sun beating down upon the stained-glass dome of the Circle Chambers painted the forms of all those assembled in a riot of colors. Yet it was not hot in this large room; regulating the temperature was child's play for such masterful users of the Force as the Sith assembled here.

It was an emergency meeting. Even so, formalities were strictly observed; the Sith were nothing if not meticulous. Grand Lord Darish Vol, the leader of the Lost Tribe, had summoned the meeting less than a standard hour earlier. He now sat upon a dais in the very center of the room, elevated above all others, enthroned on his traditional metal-and-glass seat. While there had been sufficient time to don his colorful formal robes, he had not had time to sit and permit his attendants to paint his gaunt, aged face with the vor'shandi swirls and decorations appropriate to the meeting. Vol shifted slightly in his throne, displeased by that knowledge, displeased with the entire situation that had necessitated the meeting in the first place.

His staff of office was stretched over his lap. His claw-like hands closed about it as his aged but still-sharp eyes flitted about the room, noting who was here and who was not, and observing and anticipating the responses of each.

Seated on either side of the Grand Lord were the High Lords. Nine members of the traditional thirteen were here today, a mixture of male and female, Keshiri and human. One, High Lord Sarasu Taalon, would never again be among that number. Taalon was dead, and his death was one of the reasons Vol had called the assembly. Seated in a ring around the dais were the Lords, ranked below the High Lords, and standing behind them were the Sabers.

Several of their number were missing, too. Many were dead. Some . . . well, their status remained to be seen.

Vol could feel the tension in the room; even a non-Force-sensitive could have read the body language. Anger, worry, anticipation, and apprehension were galloping through the Chambers today, even though most present hid it well. Vol drew upon the Force as naturally as breathing in order to regulate his heart rate and the stress-created chemicals that coursed through his body. This was how the mind remained clear, even though the heart was, as ever, open to emotions and passion. If it were closed, or unmoved by such things, it would no longer be the heart of a true Sith.

"I tell you, she is a savior!" Lady Sashal was saying. She was petite, her long white hair perfectly coiffed, and her purple skin the most pleasing tone of lavender; her mellifluous voice rang through the room. "Ship obeys her, and was not Ship the-" She stumbled on the choice of words for a moment, then recovered. "-the Sith-created construct who liberated us from the chains of our isolation and ignorance of the galaxy? Ship was the tool we used to further our destiny-to conquer the stars. We are well on our way to doing so!"

"Yes, Lady Sashal, we are," countered High Lord Ivaar Workan. "But it is we who shall rule this galaxy, not this stranger."

Although the attractive, graying human male had been a Lord for many years, he was new to his rank of High Lord. Taalon's untimely demise had paved the way for Workan's promotion. Vol had enjoyed watching Workan step into the role as if he had been born to it. While Sith truly trusted no one but themselves and the Force, Vol nonetheless regarded Workan among those who fell on the side of less likely to betray him.

"She is very strong with the dark side," High Lord Takaris Yur offered. "Stronger than anyone we have ever heard of." That was quite a statement, coming from the Master of the Sith Temple. Few on Kesh had as extensive a knowledge of the Sith's past-and now their present as they expanded across the stars-as this deceptively mild, dark- skinned, middle-aged human. Yur had ambition, but, oddly for a Sith, it was largely not personal. His ambitions were for his students. He was content to teach them as best he could, then set them loose on an unsuspecting world, turning his attention to the next generation of Tyros. Yur spoke seldom, but when he did, all listened, if they were wise.

"Stronger than I?" said Vol mildly, his face pleasant, as if he were engaged in idle chitchat on a lovely summer's day.

Yur was unruffled as he turned toward the Grand Lord, bowing as he replied.

"She is an ancient being," he said. "It seems to me foolish not to learn what we can from her." Vol smiled a little; Yur had not actually answered the question.

"One may learn much about a rukaro by standing in its path," Vol continued. "But one might not survive to benefit from that knowledge."

"True," Yur agreed. "Nonetheless, she is useful. Let us suck her dry before discarding the husk. Reports indicate that she still has much knowledge and skill in manipulating the Force to teach us and future generations of the Lost Tribe."

"She is not Sith," said Workan. The scorn in his melodious voice indicated that that single, damning observation should be the end of the debate.

"She is!" Sashal protested.

"Not the way we are Sith," Workan continued. "And our way-our culture, our values, our heritage-must be the only way if our destiny is to remain pure and unsullied. We risk dooming ourselves by becoming overly reliant on someone not of the Tribe-no matter how powerful she might be."

"Sith take what we want," said Sashal, stepping toward Workan. Vol watched both of them closely, idly wondering if Sashal was issuing a challenge to her superior. It would be foolish. She was nowhere near as powerful as Workan. But sometimes ambition and wisdom did not go hand in hand.

Her full diminutive height was drawn up, and she projected great confidence in the Force. "We will take her, and use her, and discard her when we are done. But for love of the dark side, let us take her first! Listen to High Lord Yur! Think what we can learn! From all that we have heard, she has powers we cannot imagine!"

"From all that we have heard, she is unpredictable and dangerous," countered Workan. "Only a fool rides the uvak he cannot control. I've no desire to continue to sacrifice Sith Sabers and Lords on the altar of aiding Abeloth and furthering her agenda-whatever it might be. Or have you failed to realize that we don't even truly know what that is?"

Vol detected a slight sense of worry and urgency from the figure currently approaching the Circle Chambers. It was Saber Yasvan, her attractive features drawn in a frown of concern.

"Only a fool throws away a weapon that still has use," countered Yur. "Something so ancient-we should string her along and unlock her secrets."

"Our numbers are finite, Lord Yur," Workan said. "At the rate Sith are dying interacting with her, we won't be around to learn very much."

Vol listened as Yasvan whispered in his ear, then nodded and, with a liver-spotted hand, dismissed the Saber.

"Entertaining as this debate has been," he said, "it is time for it to conclude. I have just learned that Ship has made contact with our planetary defenses. Abeloth and the Sith I have sent to accompany her will not be far behind."

They had all known to expect her; it was, indeed, the reason the meeting had been called. All eyes turned to him expectantly. What would their Grand Lord decide?

He let them stew. He was old, and few things amused him these days, so he permitted himself to enjoy the moment. At last, he said, "I have heard the arguments for continuing to work closely with her, and the arguments to sever ties. While I confess I am not overly fond of the former, and have made little secret of my opinion, neither do I think it is time for the latter. The best way to win is to cover all angles of the situation. And so Kesh and the Circle of Lords will invite Abeloth to our world. We shall give her a grand welcome, with feasting, and arts, and displays of our proud and powerful culture. And," he added, eyeing them all intently, "we will watch, and learn, and listen. And then we will make our decision as to what is best for the Lost Tribe of Kesh."

Sith Saber Gavar Khai sat in the captain's chair on the bridge of the Black Wave, the ChaseMaster frigate that had once belonged to Sarasu Taalon. Filling the viewscreen was the spherical shape of his homeworld-green and brown and blue and lavender. Khai regarded the lush planet with heavy-lidded eyes. For so many years, Kesh had been isolated from the events of the galaxy, and Khai found he had decidedly mixed feelings about returning.

Part of him was glad to be home. As was the case with every member of the Lost Tribe, he had spent his entire life here until a scant two years ago. Deeply embedded in him were love for its beautiful glass sculptures and purple sands, its music and culture, its casual brutality and its orderliness. For more than five thousand standard years, the Tribe had dwelled here, and with no other option, had-as was the Sith way-made the best of it. The ancient vessel Omen had crash-landed, and the survivors had set about not merely to exist in this world, but to dominate it. And so they had. They had managed to both embrace the Keshiri, the beautiful native beings of Kesh, and subjugate them. Those who were deserving-strong in the Force and able to adapt to the Sith way of thinking and being-could, with enough will, carve out a place for themselves in this society.

Those who were not Force-users had no such opportunities. They were at the mercy of the ones who ruled. And sometimes, as was the case with Gavar Khai and his wife, there was mercy. Even love.

But most often, there was neither.

Too, those who gambled to increase their standing and power and lost seldom lived long enough to make a second attempt. It was a very controlled society, with precise roles. Everyone knew what was expected of him or her, and knew that in order to change their lot, they would need to be bold, clever, and lucky.

Gavar Khai had been all of those things.

His life on Kesh had been good. While, of course, he had his eye on eventually becoming a Lord-perhaps even a High Lord, if opportunities presented themselves or could be manipulated-he was not discontent with where he was. His wife, though not a Force-user, supported him utterly. She had been faithful and devoted and raised their tremendously promising daughter, Vestara, very well.

And Vestara had been the most precious of all the things that had belonged to Gavar Khai.

Discipline was something every Sith child tasted almost upon emerging from the womb. It was the duty of the parents to mold their children well, otherwise they would be unprepared to claim their proper roles in society. Beatings were the norm, but they were seldom motivated by anger. They were part of the way that Sith parents guided and taught their children. Khai had not looked forward to such aspects of discipline, preferring to explore other methods such as meditation, sparring till exhaustion, and withholding approval.

He had found, to his pleasure, that he had never needed to lay a hand on Vestara in reprimand. She was seemingly born to excel, and had her own drive and ambition such that she did not need his to "encourage" her. Khai, of course, had goals and ambitions for himself.

He had greater ones for his daughter. Or at least, he'd had.

His reverie was broken by the sound of the comm beeping, indicating a message from the surface.

"Message from Grand Lord Vol, Saber Khai," said his second in command, Tola Annax, adding quietly under her breath, "Very prompt, very prompt indeed."

"I expected as much, once he received my message," Khai said. "I will speak with him."

A hologram of the wizened Grand Lord appeared. It had been some time since Khai had seen the leader of the Lost Tribe. Had Vol always seemed so fragile, so . . . old? Age was to be respected, for to live to an old age meant a Sith had done something very right indeed. But there was such a thing as too old, and those who were too old needed to be put down. Idly, keeping his thoughts well shielded, Khai wondered if the renowned Grand Lord was getting to that point. He saw his white-haired Keshiri second in command staring openly at the hologram; doubtless Annax, with her near obsession for determining weakness, was thinking the same thing.

"Saber Gavar Khai," said Vol, and his voice certainly sounded strong. "I had expected to speak to Abeloth herself."

"She is on Ship at the moment. Do not worry, you will see her when she arrives on Kesh," Khai said smoothly. "She is anxious to create a good first impression."

"I take it that since you are the one speaking to me, she has selected you to replace the late High Lord Taalon in our . . . interactions with her."

"It has not been said specifically, no, but yes, Abeloth has turned to me since Lord Taalon's death."

"Good, good. Please then assure Abeloth that as she is anxious to create a good first impression, after our people have worked so closely and sacrificed so much for her, we are also desirous that our first meeting go well. To that end, we will need time to prepare for such an august visitor. Say, three days. A parade, showcasing the glory that is the Lost Tribe, and then a masquerade."

Khai knew a trap when he saw one. As did Annax-who quickly busied herself with her controls so as not to look too obvious as she listened in-and the rest of his crew. As traps went, this was blatant. Vol was testing Khai's loyalties. To force Abeloth to wait three full days before being received was to tell her her place. To keep her waiting, as one might a Tyro summoned for interrogation about his studies. Yet Vol would deny such, simply saying that he wanted to make sure everything was just right for their esteemed guest. And with the Sith's love of ceremony and showcasing, the statement had the dubious merit of perhaps even being true.

Vol was waiting for Khai's reaction. He was trying to figure out where the Saber's loyalties lay.

And Khai himself suddenly realized, with a sickly jolt, that he himself didn't know.

Abeloth had doubtless sensed the conversation and was monitoring Khai's presence in the Force. For all he knew about Ship, she also had the ability to monitor the conversation itself. He addressed himself calmly to the man who ostensibly ruled the Lost Tribe of the Sith.

"Abeloth will be disappointed to hear that preparations will take so long," he said, keeping his voice modulated. "She might even see it as an insult." Out of Vol's line of sight, Annax was nodding.

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Star Wars Fate of the Jedi #8: Ascension 4.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 148 reviews.
Kyp_Constance More than 1 year ago
As an avid Star Wars fan who LOVES the classic characters, I was left wanting with this book. I felt as though all the characters were a bit naive and juvenile, and that the themes/plot lines discussed should have been included much, much earlier in the series. That aside, Christie Golden has never really captured my attention in any of her other books, but this book sucked me in. Every day, I couldn't wait to read it because it had enough action to keep me coming back. For most of the book, I felt as though I was waiting in line at an amusement park for the best ride. Sadly I was left disappointed at the end. Each of the other books in the series has had a semblance of closure, but this is not the case with Ascension. When I reached the last page, I wanted to throw my Nook across the room (which would have been bad since I live in China). Instead I woke my wife with my screams of frustration. Overall, this is an average SW book that every Classic character fan must read. Enjoy it for what it is, keep up with the series, but wait to read it until Denning's Apocalypse comes out.
Michael Steinbach More than 1 year ago
And so was Christy Golden. Where was the editor on this one? Christy spent four chapters at the start of this ramble fest on the minute details of the Sith life that could have ben just one. And it really never gets off the ground after that. Ramble to this planet, and then to that planet, and just repeat. Antagonists abound and with obviously poor direction from Lucas Works this story recycles itself to the point of....... Yawn, sorry, this one will just put you to sleep:{
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Not a bad read and enough action just enough to keep you interested, But to often you are left wanting and not getting. As with every book in this set you jump from one side of the galaxy to the next just as the action begins but in this one it almost feels like by the time you get back its over. This book has its place and that is a connection between Conviction and Apocalypse and thank the Lord that latter is to be released soon. If you have not all ready picked this book up do yourself a favor and what for Apocalypse to be released before you start on this one. You will feel much better having the next book ready at hand when this one is over. It just leaves you wanting and some times not in a good way.
tjsjohanna on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
While this episode of the series moved the story along, it didn't capture my imagination. I don't know if it is because the story didn't spend enough time with characters that I was interested in, but overall it wasn't as entertaining as I have found other books in this series to be.
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Porfinicle More than 1 year ago
Good news, this series finally takes off and sets up nicely for the series finale. While much more interesting than most of the books in the series so far the main plot points are hard to buy into. Without trying to spoil to much; the transition of government that takes place, and the position Abeloth and the Lost Tribe end up in are not very believable. If you take into account the Star Wars Saga and how it took the Sith 1,000 years to take control of the galaxy, it makes this series look like just another EU book that does little to convince me that it is part of that same universe.  I have always been a advocate for consistency and continuity between the various Star Wars media, but the way things have been going with the last two series makes me reconsider. Maybe it will be ok if the new movies overwrite some of this stuff. I don't understand the need for these long multi-book series. There is something to be said about subtlety and quality over quantity. If you are going to have a nine book series then why aren't these major galaxy changing events given an appropriate amount of time to develop, rather than happening over the course of two books.  Highlights in this book are the relationship between Ben and Vestara, and the conflict in the Imperial Remnant, which I really hope settles things once and for all. I don't know how much more moff scheming against other imperials or the New Republic/GA I can take. I haven't read the Legacy comics but I don't think the Empire needs to continue to be a major plot point for the sake of tie-ins.
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i read the others and this is good
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This area is the most ceremonious place of Sith worship, although it is the most open to attack by the Hssiss and Shyrack. Among the 4 tombs lie the tomb of Naga Sadow, the tomb of Tulak Hord, the tomb of Marko Ragnos, and the tomb of Ajunta Pall. These four are the greatest of the Sith lords.
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JDDavis More than 1 year ago
This book was pretty good and is starting to wrap up the Fate of the Jedi series. I did not like how one character is progressing in the book and how it plays out in Apocalypse, but others might like the darker (and possibly more realistic) way things work out. Despite that, Mrs. Golden's work in the Star Wars universe is good so far and I look forward to any more titles she writes. For anyone who loves the Expanded Universe and this time era, I would highly recommend.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This isn't "glorifying" domestic violence at all. First, domestic violence as we think of it is never a two-way fight between people with more or less equal strength, weaponry, or, in this case, telekinetic strength. And second, that situation certainly wasn't promoting it, since the entire battle was over Ben's mistaken assumption over her private messages. In fact, it's exactly the opposite: That scene made Ben look like a complete idiot.
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U hatedroids
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