A new era of exciting adventures and shocking revelations continues to unfold, as the legendary Star Wars saga sweeps forward into astonishing new territory.
Civil war looms as the fledgling Galactic Alliance confronts a growing number of rebellious worlds–and the approaching war is tearing the Skywalker and Solo families apart. Han and Leia return to Han’s homeworld, Corellia, the heart of the resistance. Their children, Jacen and Jaina, are soldiers in the Galactic Alliance’s campaign to crush the insurgents.
Jacen, now a complete master of the Force, has his own plans to bring order to the galaxy. Guided by his Sith mentor, Lumiya, and with Luke’s young son Ben at his side, Jacen embarks on the same path that his grandfather Darth Vader once did. And while Han and Leia watch their only son become a stranger, a secret assassin entangles the couple with a dreaded name from Han’s past: Boba Fett. In the new galactic order, friends and enemies are no longer what they seem. . . .
About the Author
Karen Traviss is the author of two Star Wars: Republic Commando novels, Hard Contact and Triple Zero, as well as City of Pearl, Crossing the Line, and The World Before. 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. She has served in both the Royal Naval Auxiliary Service and the Territorial Army. Since her graduation from the Clarion East class of 2000, 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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Star Wars Legacy of the Force Bloodlines
By Karen Traviss
Del ReyCopyright © 2006 Karen Traviss
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Chapter OneChief of State's reception suite, Senate Building, Coruscant, ten days after the raid on Centerpoint Station.
The worst thing about being thirteen years old was that one moment you were expected to be an adult, and the next everyone treated you like a child again.
Ben Skywalker - thirteen and confused about what was expected of him - sat trying to be patient in the reception of Chief Cal Omas's offices in the Senate building, taking his lead from his cousin Jacen Solo. It was the kind of office designed to make you feel like you didn't matter: a whole apartment could have slipped into the space between the outer doors and the wall of Omas's personal office. Ben almost expected to see tangled balls of misura vine rolling across the spotless pale blue carpet, driven by a distant wind. He couldn't see the point of all that empty space.
But the Senate building had been occupied and changed out of all recognition by the Yuuzhan Vong, Jacen said. Architects, designers and an army of construction droids had taken years to wipe away all traces of the Yuuzhan Vong invasion and restore the building to the way it had been. Ben tried to listen in the Force for the echoes of the aliens and their weird living technology, and thought he heard unrecognizable sounds. Heshuddered and tried to occupy himself with the holozines stacked on the low greelwood table.
The 'zines were all very dull current affairs weeklies and political analysis, and one of them displayed an image of Jacen. Ben picked it up and activated it, smiling at the next image of a rotating Centerpoint Station, which didn't look quite so good in real life since he had helped sabotage it.
It's good to feel part of something important.
The holoreport featured clips of Corellian news of the raid on Centerpoint, but it didn't mention Ben, and he wasn't sure if that upset him or not. Some recognition would have been nice; but the Corellian sources that were quoted were pretty rude about Jacen, calling him a traitor and a terrorist. The reporter's voice seemed to fill the room even though the volume was set to minimum and the carpet and tapestries on the walls muffled the sound.
The report wasn't very kind about Uncle Han, either. A middle-aged man Ben didn't recognize was telling the reporter what he thought. "So he calls himself a Corellian. But forget that bloodstripe on his uniform pants - it might as well be a big yellow streak down his back, because Han Solo is just a Galactic Alliance puppet. He's betrayed Corellia by sitting on his backside doing whatever his Alliance buddies tell him to. And his son's just the same."
Jacen seemed embarrassed. Maybe he was more upset for his dad. Ben would have been.
"You should use an ear-piece to listen to those privately," said Jacen.
"But you're famous." Ben offered him the holozine. "Want to see?"
Jacen raised one eyebrow and seemed more worried about his meeting with Chief Omas. "Fine, but I could do without Thrackan Sal-Solo using me to humiliate my father in front of Corellia. You realize he gave all this information to the media, don't you?"
"Yeah, of course I do. But if we're not ashamed of it, why does it matter? We did the right thing for the Galactic Alliance. Centerpoint Station was a threat to everyone."
Jacen turned his head very slowly with that half-smile that Ben had learned meant he was impressed. "But a lot of worlds are taking Corellia's side now. So do you think those stories do any harm or not?"
Ben could always spot a test now. He knew he had to say what he believed: there was no point trying to be too clever. He wanted to learn from Jacen so badly that it burned him up. "Some worlds will always go against the Alliance anyway. So we might as well let the people on our side know we're taking action. Makes them feel safer."
Jacen nodded approvingly and Ben felt a little Force touch somewhere in his mind as if Jacen were patting him on the head. "That's very perceptive. I think you're right."
"Everyone will know you're doing your best to stop a war, anyway." Ben put the holozine back on the table and glanced at the rest of the titles. "There seem to be more pictures of you than anyone."
Jacen's smile faded for a moment and he glanced towards the doors of Omas's office, looking as if he was willing the head of the Galactic Alliance to finish his meeting and come out. Ben began to pick up what had caught Jacen's attention: there was a definite sense of conflict, of people arguing, and it was almost as clear as hearing it if you knew how to listen in the Force. Ben did now. Jacen was a good teacher.
Ben concentrated on Jacen's face. He looked a lot older lately. Sometimes he looked almost as old as Dad. "What's happening?"
"Heavyweight politics," said Jacen, barely audible.
He put his fingers almost to his lips, a very discreet gesture; it wasn't obvious to anyone else - anyone else in this case being only the aide at the desk outside Omas's grand double doors - but Ben took the hint. Be quiet.
He was suddenly worried about letting Jacen down. Chief Omas wasn't a stranger; the man knew his father, and Ben had been brought to meet him at a state celebration - pretty much all Ben remembered of that affair was feeling very small in a sea of tall people having conversations he didn't understand. But Ben wanted to be seen as Jacen's apprentice, not as Luke Skywalker's son, the heir to the dynasty as one of the guests had called him. It was hard being the son of two Jedi Masters who everyone referred to as "legends". Ben had lost count of the times he had felt invisible.
"Chief Omas won't keep you, Jedi Solo," said the aide, tilting her head slightly towards the closed doors of Omas's office itself. "He's with Admiral Niathal at the moment."
I'm invisible again, thought Ben.
He composed himself and sat down with his hands folded in his lap, a mirror of Jacen's own posture. He tried to count the number of different species of animal depicted on the huge tapestry that covered part of the wall opposite. What he had first thought was just a mass of random color was actually thousands of overlapping images of every animal he could imagine from across the galaxy - across the whole Galactic Alliance.
Eventually the doors parted and Niathal strode out, radiating annoyance. Chief Omas appeared in the doorway behind her and forced a smile. "Ah, Jacen," he said. "I'm sorry to keep you. Won't you come in? And Ben. I'm glad you could make it, too."
Niathal glanced at Jacen as if she didn't recognize him. He acknowledged her with a slight bow of his head.
"Admiral," he smiled. "A pleasure to see you."
Niathal turned a little more to the side, the equivalent of a very frank stare for a Mon Calamari, a species with side-set eyes, and scrutinized both of them. "You did a very fine job at Centerpoint Station, sir. And you, young man."
My name's Ben. But he had learned a little diplomacy now. "Thank you, ma'am."
Omas beckoned Jacen forward and Ben followed meekly. Omas did not make the tired comment that Ben had grown since he'd last seen him, nor did he look past him when he was talking to Jacen. The Chief met his eyes. It was both unsettling and exciting to be treated as an adult; Ben concentrated hard on what was being said.
Omas sat behind his desk rather than in the chair opposite them, as if he were taking cover. "So what brings you here, Jacen?"
"I have a proposal."
"Crippling Centerpoint Station only bought us time with Corellia. We might have a few months at most before it's operational again, and then we're back where we began but with a much more aggrieved Corellia that's gathering more support."
"Is this an extrapolation from what you see in the Force, Jacen?"
"No, it's just obvious to the point of inevitability."
Ben felt Omas teeter on the edge of reacting. It was as if the two men were having an argument without any of sign of it in their words or their voices.
"Go on," said Omas.
"Now is the only time we'll have for pre-emptive action, before any real opposition to the Galactic Alliance has chance to organize. Corellia, Commenor and Chasin need complete dissuasion, very public dissuasion to make a point to other governments about the need for unity - and a complete neutralization of their capacity to fight a war. The destruction of their shipyards."
Ben was glad Jacen had said destruction. It was the first clue he'd had of what dissuasion actually meant.
"This," said Omas slowly, "is not unlike another conversation I've just had."
The way he said conversation made it clear what he'd been arguing about with Niathal. So she wanted to take action, exactly as Jacen did. "We've slapped Corellia and made a martyr to a cause," said Jacen. "An armed martyr to an armed cause."
"But Corellia has seen what we're made of, and that'll make them think twice."
"And we've now seen what they're made of," said Jacen. "And I have thought twice. If you give me command of a battle group, I can destroy the main shipyards and put an end to this now. If Corellia can be brought to heel, it sends the message that no single planet is bigger than the Alliance."
"You're asking me to declare war, Jacen, and that's something I'd never get Senate backing to do. And I know where the Jedi Council stands on this."
"War's coming anyway. If you draw a weapon on a Corellian, you'd better be prepared to use it. We drew it when we took out Centerpoint."
Omas was doing a good job of disguising his fear, but Ben could feel it. It didn't feel as if he was afraid of Jacen, but it was a vague and formless dread, as if events were drowning him.
"Talking of Corellians, would this attack not drive a huge wedge between you and your father?"
"It might well," said Jacen. "But I'm a Jedi, and it's precisely that kind of personal motivation we're trained to disregard."
"I'll take it under advisement."
"I'll take that as a no." Jacen seemed perfectly calm. "I can tell you, with the certainty of the Force, that failing to stamp out dissent completely now will result in the deaths of billions in the coming years. We stand on a tipping point where we can choose chaos or order."
Omas meshed his fingers, hands on the desk, and stared at them both. "I agree we have a volatile situation here. Yes, this is a tipping point. But I think that escalating military action will be what tips us over into war, not what limits it. I remember the Empire, Jacen. I lived through it. And I dread seeing us become that kind of government."
Jacen just gave Omas a little nod of the head and stood up to leave. "Thank you for listening to my concerns."
They took the long walk back to the Senate lobby, down a broad corridor lined with blue and honey-gold marble inlay, and traveled down to the ground floor in a turbolift with walls so highly polished they were almost an amber mirror.
"Is politics always like that?" said Ben. "Why don't you both say what you mean?"
Jacen laughed. "Then it wouldn't be politics, would it?"
"And why does everyone keep saying, 'Oh, I remember the Empire ...'? Uncle Han says it was bad, and so does Chief Omas. If they're both afraid of the same thing, why are they on opposite sides?"
Jacen seemed to find it very funny. Ben was embarrassed.
"I was only asking, Jacen."
"I'm not laughing at you. It's just very refreshing to hear someone cut through the nonsense and ask real questions."
"So what are you going to do next?"
Jacen checked his comlink. "Dad's still not responding. I need to clear the air with him. He's angry about Centerpoint."
"I meant about Chief Omas."
"We'll be patient. The solution will become clear - to both of us."
"You and Omas."
"No, you and me."
Ben was delighted that Jacen seemed to take his opinions seriously. He was more determined than ever to conduct himself like a man, and not a boy. He knew now that he would never play again.
They crossed through the forest of pillars of the Senate lobby and emerged into the hazy sunshine that bathed the plaza.
Strung out in a ragged line, a group of around two hundred people had gathered to protest in front of the Senate building. Dozens of Coruscant Security Force officers had formed a loose line in front of the building, but it looked peaceful. The occasional shout of "Corellia's not your colony!" made it clear who the protesters were. Coruscant was home to beings from almost every planet in the galaxy, and even when war seemed to be coming, they stayed here. Ben found that ... odd. Wars were about front lines and distant planets, not about people who looked a lot like him and who almost lived next door.
"Something tells me we'd better not stop and sign autographs," said Ben.
Jacen stopped to look back at the protest. "How many Corellians do you think live in Galactic City?" One of the beings in the crowd had projected a huge holo-image onto the face of the Senate building: it read CORELLIA HAS A RIGHT TO SELF-DEFENSE. "Five million? Five billion?"
"Do you think they're dangerous?"
"I'm simply thinking what a complicated war this will be for Coruscant because so many Corellians live here."
"But we're not at war. Yet."
"Not as far as governments are concerned," said Jacen. "But feel what's around you."
Ben's Force senses were a fraction of Jacen's, trained in not much more than physical skills and the beginnings of true meditation. He closed his eyes. He felt the vague tingling at the back of his throat, the hint of something dangerous but far away. The slight breeze across the plaza swept scents of foliage with it. The protest continued, now a little noisier, but still peaceful.
"I can feel a threat, but it's a long way away." Ben opened his eyes, worried that he had answered the wrong question. "Like a really bad storm coming. Nothing more."
"Exactly," said Jacen. "Billions of unsettled, unhappy people ready to fight. People who want things to be settled. People who need peace."
"And that's our job, right?"
"Yes," said Jacen. "That's our job."
"And I'll be working with you."
Ben wanted to make sure. He was learning his first lesson in what Jacen called expedience. Ten days ago he had been a commando, a hero, a real soldier who had helped sabotage Centerpoint Station and enraged the Corellian government. Now he had to be quiet and speak when he was spoken to. He needed to know if Jacen would only treat him as an adult when it suited him, like his father did.
On some planets, you were a man at thirteen and that was that; no going back, and no worrying about what your parents would say. Mandalorian boys became warriors after trials at thirteen, supervised by their fathers. Jedi were trained from childhood too, but trials took an awful lot longer than that. Ben knew he wouldn't be a Knight until he was well into his twenties.
It seemed like a lifetime away. Suddenly he envied Mandalorian boys he would probably never meet.
"Yes," said Jacen at last. "Of course you will. It's not always going to be easy, but you can handle it. I know you can. Some of the things we'll talk about have to be kept between us, but that's the way with military matters. Are you ready for that?"
As if he would discuss anything with his father. He wasn't even comfortable discussing some things with his mother these days. "Like Admiral Niathal?"
Jacen smiled. Ben had guessed right again. "Yes, like the Admiral, who I think is going to be an ally of ours."
"I understand, Jacen. I know this is serious."
"Good. That's what I needed to hear."
Ben basked in Jacen's approval but knew that wasn't the right thing to feel when they were talking about war. He was now very clear about the huge gulf between practicing with his lightsaber - which was a game - and then having to fight for real. People had already died. More would die in the future. Once the excitement of battle had worn off, he had thought about that a lot.
Right then, he wanted to know what had really happened to Brisha, the strange woman he hadn't much liked on first sight, and the Jedi called Nelani, whom they had traveled with. Jacen would say only that they had been killed - no details, no explanation - but Ben recalled none of it even though he was certain that he had been somewhere with them.
Did Jacen tell Dad, and not me?
It was eating at him. He hated not remembering things that felt important, and this did feel serious and worth remembering.
"Something's bothering you," said Jacen, as they walked away, leaving the Coruscanti protest behind them.
Yes: Brisha and Nelani. But Ben decided that part of growing up was knowing when to do as you were told, not like a child who didn't know any better, but as a soldier who understood that sometimes there were things you didn't need to know.
"Nothing important," he said. "Nothing at all."
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Having read many Star Wars books over the years, it is great to finally have a series that lives up to the Star Wars name. The entire Legacy series features the rise of a new Sith Lord, who is not only threatening, but is argueably one of the most powerful Sith Lords in the Star Wars cannon. With past Star Wars books I felt like the writer was trying to "convince" me how powerful his/her character or villian was (and usually, I wasn't sold on it) - but not this one. The reader gets the full sense of the power now confronting Luke, Leia, Han and the Galactic Alliance. Bloodlines takes the characters from the first book in the series (Betrayal) and gives them depth. We come to understand why certain characters (both good and evil) act in the way they do & what the character's motives and intentions are. We also learn what the fears, desires & insecurities of the main characters are. The lines between what is "good" and "bad" are blurred, as we realize that bad things can be done in the name of good, & not all who claim to be good are acting for the overall benefit of the majority. So, what is right? What is wrong? If you read this book, you almost automatically want to read the next one in the series. There is drama, action and surprises that the reader will not have seen coming Very well done and enjoyable -
In this story, Jacen Solo increasingly becomes more and more like his grandfather Anakin Skywalker (AKA Darth Vader). He ditches the Jedi robes for a black paramilitary uniform and becomes the leader of a military unit whose job is to remove Corellians from Coruscant. Ben Skywalker is rapidly becoming Jacen's apprentice without knowing that both of them are edging toward the dark side. Meanwhile, Boba Fett has found out he is dying. He must search out a cloner that knows how to restore him. In the process, he meets up with a young girl that may be more important to him than he thinks.
This novel in the series adds new depth to the character of Boba Fett. It reveals new secrets of his past, and the story actually teams him up with Han Solo of all people. Do not miss this book if you are a fan of Boba Fett or Han Solo.
I thought this book was good, but not great like Betrayal. We see Ben get some action in the Galactic Alliance Guard, and how he reacts to it, Jacen go running around Coruscant arresting people, how the not-yet- offical war is progressing, and Han, and Boba, and Mirta Gev, Fett's granddaughter, team up to kill someone. There are quite a few dry spots in this book.
I have to admit that I haven't been keeping up with the Star Wars universe lately. My interest tapered off during the New Jedi Order era, which only produced a few good novels. In spite of this, I was able to dive into "Bloodlines" without much difficulty. There was some backstory, of course, but most of the story was clarified within the course of the novel.The characters and story itself were engaging, if a bit repetitive. I enjoyed all three of the main plots - Jacen and Ben, Han and Leia, and Boba Fett and Mirta. In some Star Wars books, yout have to skim or skip parts that are unenduringly boring, but not so here.The one problem I had was that considering the story was about Corellia and Jedi, the Corellian Jedi were barely represented in it. Oh, Corran got a passing nod and a few lines of speech, but that was it. Overall, though, this was a great read.
Playing on modern-day threats of terrorism and the government overreactions that go along with them, Karen Traviss paints a chilling picture of Jacen Solo slipping into darkness by doing what seems right to him… and so very, very wrong to everybody around him.Part of what makes Karen's portrayal of Jacen work is how earnest he is; he doesn't see that he's repeating the mistakes of his grandfather, not avoiding them. He starts with the not-so-secret police, and continues right on down to the torture of prisoners…Which is where Boba Fett comes in. On first read, his presence here (and in her other books in the series) seems like a contrivance on the part of the author. And maybe it is, but it's one that the other authors in the series have picked up and run with, so in retrospect it actually works quite well.Where Betrayal found Jacen turning onto the Sith path, Bloodlines sees others noticing the changes in him. The book is very much about the war at home: both the one within the Skywalker/Solo clan, and the one Jacen is waging across Coruscant. (And even, to an extent, the one between Boba Fett and Mirta Gev.)Because of this, Bloodlines is very much a character piece, the kind of work that Karen excels at. The pacing and structure are definitely different from the other authors' works in the series; it doesn't seem to address the GA/Corellia war except in terms of how the war is shaping peoples' opinions on the home front of Coruscant. But while the book may not fit seamlessly in with the rest of the series, it's still telling an essential part of the whole. More, it's an enjoyable work all on its own.
I read the Star Wars series of books and they recommend the next books to choose from to purchase. I like that.
The second in the 9 volume Legacy of the Force collection, Karen Traviss' Bloodlines packs in a lot of story, much more than in the first book of the series. With the Galactic Alliance teetering on becoming the Empire that it was formed to overthrow, everyone is starting to take sides, even down to the Skywalker/Solo families, as relationships are strained. Han, a proud Corillian is hit hardest as his people are rounded up as the enemy by none other than his son Jacen, who appears to be following in the footsteps of his infamous Sith grandfather. Meanwhile, a dying Boba Fett goes on a hunt for a scientist who has the data from the cloning of Jango Fett. This data could save his life, which for once is starting to mean a great deal to him. With Death in his immediate future, Fett's thoughts turn to his family and the daughter who tried to kill him. I liked the Boba Fett storyline much more than the Solo family meltdown and the disturbing shift in Alliance policy. Karen Traviss feels much more vested in these aspects and I felt there was enough there to be a separate book from the main novel. As we read of the rioting on Corusant and the appointment of Jaycen as a Colonel of covert operations, one cannot help but see the parallels with world events in current times. While it is interesting to see these things projected into the fut...uh I mean past, I like Star Wars for escapism reasons and this felt a little too familiar to me. Karen Traviss is a great author and after reading Bloodlines, I will definitely be going back and picking up some of her earlier novels on the Republic Commandos. I liked her take on Mandalorians, namely Boba himself. The Legacy of the Force storyline is still in its infancy during this second book in the series and as such there is a lot of ramp up material present. I like the handling of Jaycen and feel that he will turn out to be one of the better extended universe villains (I haven't finished the series yet so that is speculation.)
this book seriously is awesome its on par with the first book in this amazing book series long live the legacy of the force book series long live darth caedus!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!