Star Wars Lost Tribe of the Sith: The Collected Stories

Star Wars Lost Tribe of the Sith: The Collected Stories

by John Jackson Miller


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At last in one volume, the eight original installments of the epic Lost Tribe of the Sith eBook series . . . along with the explosive, never-before-published finale, Pandemonium—more than one hundred pages of new material!
Five thousand years ago. After a Jedi ambush, the Sith mining ship Omen lies wrecked on a remote, unknown planet. Its commander, Yaru Korsin, battles the bloodshed of a mutinous faction led by his own brother. Marooned and facing death, the Sith crew have no choice but to venture into their desolate surroundings. They face any number of brutal challenges—vicious predators, lethal plagues, tribal people who worship vengeful gods—and like true Sith warriors, counter them with the dark side of the Force.
The struggles are just beginning for the proud, uncompromising Sith, driven as they are to rule at all costs. They will vanquish the primitive natives, and they will find their way back to their true destiny as rulers of the galaxy. But as their legacy grows over thousands of years, the Sith ultimately find themselves tested by the most dangerous threat of all: the enemy within.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780345541321
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 07/24/2012
Series: Star Wars: Lost Tribe of the Sith Series
Pages: 410
Sales rank: 73,974
Product dimensions: 5.62(w) x 8.08(h) x 0.96(d)

About the Author

Author and game designer John Jackson Miller is the author of Star Wars: Knight Errant and the Star Wars: Lost Tribe of the Sith eBook series, as well as nine Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic graphic novels. His comics work includes writing for Iron Man, Mass Effect, Bart Simpson, and Indiana Jones. He lives in Wisconsin with his wife, two children, and far too many comic books.

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5,000 years BBY

“Lohjoy! Give me something!” Scrambling to his feet in the darkness, Captain Korsin craned his neck to find the hologram. “Thrusters, attitude control—I’ll even take parking jets!”
A starship is a weapon, but it’s the crew that makes it deadly. An old spacer’s line: trite, but weighty enough to lend a little authority. Korsin had used it himself on occasion. But not today. His ship was being deadly all on its own—and his crew was just along for the ride.
“We’ve got nothing, Captain!” The serpent-haired engineer Lohjoy flickered before him, off-kilter and out of focus. Korsin knew things below decks must be bad if his upright, uptight Ho’Din genius was off-balance. “Reactors are down! And we’ve got structural failures in the hull, both aft and—”
Lohjoy shrieked in agony, her tendrils bursting into a mane of fire that sent her reeling out of view. Korsin barely suppressed a startled laugh. In calmer times—half a standard hour ago—he’d joked that Ho’Din were half tree. But that was hardly appropriate when the whole engineering deck was going up. The hull had ruptured. Again.

The hologram expired—and all around the stocky captain warning lights danced, winked, and went out. Korsin plopped down again, clutching at the armrests. Well, the chair still works. “Anything? Anybody?”
Silence—and the remote grinding of metal.
“Just give me something to shoot at.” It was Gloyd, Korsin’s gunnery officer, teeth shining in the shadows. The half smirk was a memento from a Jedi light-saber swipe years earlier that just missed taking the Houk’s head off. In response, Gloyd had cultivated the only wit aboard as acidic as the commander’s own—but the gunner wasn’t finding much funny today. Korsin read it in the brute’s tiny eyes: Death in combat’s one thing. But this is no way to go.
Korsin didn’t bother to look at the other side of the bridge. Icy glares there could be taken as a given. Even now, when Omen was crippled and out of control.
Even now. Korsin’s bushy eyebrows flared into a black V. What was wrong with them? The adage was right. A ship needed a crew united in purpose—only the purpose of being Sith was the exaltation of self. Every ensign an emperor. Every rival’s misstep, an opportunity. Well, here’s an opportunity, he thought. Solve this, someone, and you can flatout have the blasted comfy chair.
Sith power games. They didn’t mean much now—not against the insistent gravity below. Korsin looked up again at the forward viewport. The vast azure orb visi ble earlier was gone, replaced by light, gas, and grit raining upward. The latter two, he knew, came from the guts of his own ship, losing the fight against the alien atmosphere. Whatever it was, the planet had Omen now. An uncontrolled descent from orbit took a long time, surprisingly long. More time to contemplate your destruction, his father had always said. But the way the ship was shaking, Korsin and his crew might be robbed even of that dubious privilege.
“Remember,” he yelled, looking at his entire bridge crew for the first time since it had started. “You wanted to be here!”

And they had wanted to be there—most of them, any way. Omen had been the ship to get when the Sith mining flotilla gathered at Primus Goluud. The Massassi shock troops in the hold didn’t care where they went— who knew what the Massassi even thought half the time, presuming they did at all. But many sentients who had a choice in the matter picked Omen.
Saes, captain of the Harbinger, was a fallen Jedi: an unknown quantity. You couldn’t trust someone the Jedi couldn’t trust, and they would trust just about anyone. Yaru Korsin, the crew members knew. A Sith captain owning a smile was rare enough, and always suspect. But Korsin had been at it for twenty standard years, long enough for those who’d served under him to spread the word. A Korsin ship was an easy ride.
Just not today. Fully loaded with Lignan crystals, Harbinger and Omen had readied to leave Phaegon III for the front when a Jedi starfighter tested the mining fleet’s defenses. While his crescent-shaped Blade fighters tangled with the intruder, Korsin’s crew made preparations to jump to hyperspace. Protecting the cargo was paramount—and if they managed to make their delivery before the Jedi turncoat made his, well, that was just a bonus. The Blade pilots could hitch back on Harbinger.
Only something had gone wrong. A shock to the Harbinger, and then another. Sensor readings of the sister ship went nonsensical—and Harbinger yawed dangerously toward Omen. Before the collision warning could sound, Korsin’s navigator reflexively engaged the hyperdrive. It had been in the nick of time . . .

. . . or maybe not. Not the way Omen was giving up its vitals now. They did hit us, Korsin knew. The teleme try might have told them, had they had any. The ship had been knocked off-course by an astronomical hair— but it was enough.
Captain Korsin had never experienced an encounter with a gravity well in hyperspace, and neither had any of his crew. Stories required survivors. But it felt as though space itself had yawned open near the passing Omen, kneading at the ship’s alloyed superstructure like putty. It had lasted but a fraction of a second, if time even existed there. The escape was worse than the con tact. A sickly snap, and shielding failed. Bulkheads gave. And then, the armory.
The armory had exploded. That was easy enough to know from the gaping hole in the underside of the ship. That it had exploded in hyperspace was a matter of inference: they were still alive. In normal space, all the grenades, bombs, and other pleasantries, the Massassi, were taking to Kirrek would have gone up in a flourish, taking the ship with it. But instead the armory had simply vanished—along with an impressive chunk of Omen’s quarterdeck. The physics in hyperspace were unpredictable by definition; instead of exploding out ward, the breached deck simply left the ship in a seismic tug. Korsin could imagine the erupting munitions drop ping out of hyperspace light-years behind the Omen, wherever it was. That would mean a bad day for some one!
Might as well share the pain.
Omen had shuddered into realspace, decelerating madly—and taking dead aim at a blister of blue hang ing before a vibrant star. Was that the source of the mass shadow that had interrupted their trip? Who cared? It was about to end it. Captured, Omen had skipped and bounced across the crystal ocean of air until the descent began in earnest. It had claimed his engineer—probably all his engineers—but the command deck still held. Tapani craftsmanship, Korsin marveled. They were falling, but for the moment they were still alive.
“Why isn’t he dead?”
Half mesmerized by the streamers of fire erupting outside—at least the Omen was belly-down for this bounce—Korsin only vaguely grew aware of harsh words to his left. “You shouldn’t have made the jump!” stabbed the young voice. “Why isn’t he dead?”
Captain Korsin straightened and gave his half brother an incredulous stare. “I know you’re not talking to me.” Devore Korsin jabbed a gloved finger past the commander to a frail man, still jabbing futilely at his control panel and looking very alone. “That navigator of yours! Why isn’t he dead?”
“Maybe he’s on the wrong deck?”
Jokes weren’t going to save Boyle Marcom today, the captain knew. Marcom had been guiding ships through the weirdness of hyperspace since the middle of Marka Ragnos’s rule. Boyle hadn’t been at his best in years, but Yaru Korsin knew a former helmsman of his father’s was always worth having. Not today, though. Whatever had happened back there, it would rightfully be laid at the navigator’s feet.
But assigning blame in the middle of a firestorm? That was Devore all over.
“We’ll do this later,” the elder Korsin said from the command chair. “If there is a later.” Anger flashed in Devore’s eyes. Yaru couldn’t remember ever seeing anything else there. The pale and lanky Devore little resembled his own ruddy, squat frame—also the shape of their father. But those eyes, and that look? Those could have been a direct transplant.
Their father. He’d never had a day like this. The old spacer had never lost a ship for the Sith Lords. Learning at his side, the teenage Yaru had staked out his own future—until the day he became less enamored of his father’s footsteps. The day when Devore arrived. Half Yaru’s age, son to a mother from a port on another planet—and embraced by the old veteran without a second thought. Rather than find out how many more children his father had out there to vie for stations on the bridge, Cadet Korsin appealed to the Sith Lords for another assignment. That had not been a mistake. In five years, he made captain. In ten, he won command of the newly christened Omen over an accomplished rival many years his senior.
His father hadn’t liked that. He’d never lost a ship for the Sith Lords. But he’d lost one to his son.
But now losing the Omen was looking like a family tradition. The whole bridge crew—even the outsider Devore—exhaled audibly when rivulets of moisture replaced the flames outside the viewport. Omen had found the stratosphere without incinerating, and now the ship was in a lazy saucer spin through clouds heavy with rain. Korsin’s eyes narrowed. Water?
Is there even a ground?
The terrifying thought rippled through the minds of the seven on the bridge at once, as they watched the transparisteel viewport bulge and warp: Gas giant!
Yes, it took a long time to crash from orbit, presuming you survived reentry. How much longer, if there was no surface? Korsin fumbled aimlessly for the controls set in his armrest. Omen would crack and rupture, smothered under a mountain of vapors. They shared the thought—and almost in response, the straining portal darkened. “All of you,” he said, “heads down! And grab something . . . now!”
This time, they did as told. He knew: Tie it to self preservation, and a Sith would do anything. Even this bunch. Korsin clawed at the chair, his eyes fixed on the forward viewport and the shadow swiftly falling across it.
A wet mass slapped against the hull. Its sprawling form tumbled across the transparisteel, lingering an instant before disappearing. The captain blinked twice. It was there and gone, but it wasn’t part of his ship.
It had wings.
Startled, Korsin sprang from his seat and lurched toward the viewport. This time, the mistake was certifiably his. Already stressed before the midair collision, the transparisteel gave way, shards weeping from the ship like shining tears. A hush of departing air slammed Korsin to the deck plating. Old Marcom tumbled to one side, having lost hold of his station. Sirens sounded—how were they still working?—but the tumult soon subsided. Without thinking, Korsin breathed.
“Air! It’s air!”
Devore regained his footing first, bracing against the wind. Their first luck. The viewport had mostly blown out, not in—and while the cabin had lost pressure, a drippy, salty wind was making its way in. Unaided, Captain Korsin fought his way back to his station. Thanks for the hand, brother.
“Just a reprieve,” Gloyd said. They still couldn’t see what was below. Korsin had done a suicide plunge before, but that had been in a bomber—when he’d known where the ground was. That there was a ground.
Once restrained doubts flooded Korsin’s mind— and Devore responded. “Enough,” the crystal hunter barked, struggling against the swaying deck to reach his sibling’s command chair. “Let me at those controls!”
“They’re as dead for you as they are for me!”
“We’ll see about that!” Devore reached for the arm rest, only to be blocked by Korsin’s beefy wrist. The commander’s teeth clenched. Don’t do this. Not now.
A baby screamed. Korsin looked quizzically at Devore for a moment before turning to see Seelah in the door way, clutching a small crimson wrapped bundle. The child wailed.
Darkerskinned than either of them, Seelah was an operative on Devore’s mining team. Korsin knew her simply as Devore’s female—that was the nicest way to put it. He didn’t know which role came first. Now the slender figure looked haggard as she slumped against the doorway. Her child, bound tightly in the manner of their people, had worked a tiny arm free and was clawing at her scattered auburn hair. She seemed not to notice.
Surprise—was it annoyance?—crossed Devore’s face. “I sent you to the lifepods!”
Korsin flinched. The lifepods were a nonstarter— literally. They’d known that back in space when the first one snagged on its stubborn docking claw and exploded right in the ship’s hull. He didn’t know what had happened to the rest, but the ship had taken such damage to its spine that he figured the whole array was a prob able loss.
“We were . . . in the cargo hold,” she said, gasping as Devore reached her and grasped her arms. “Near our quarters.” Devore’s eyes darted past her, down the hallway.
“Devore, you can’t go to the lifepods—” “Shut up, Yaru!”
“Stop it,” she said. “There’s land.” When Devore stared at her blankly, she exhaled and looked urgently toward the captain. “Land!”
Korsin made the connection. “The cargo hold!” The crystals were in a hold safely forward from the damage— in a place with viewports angled to see below. There was something under all that blue, after all. Something that gave them a chance.
“The port thruster will light,” she implored.
“No, it won’t,” Korsin said. Not from any command on the bridge, anyway. “We’re going to have to do this by hand—so to speak.” He stepped past the ailing Marcom to the starboard viewport, which looked back upon the main bulge of the ship trailing aft. There were four large torpedo tube covers on either side of the ship, spherical lids that swiveled above or below the horizontal plane depending on where they were situated. They never opened those covers in atmospheres, for fear of the drag they would cause. That design flaw might save them. “Gloyd, will they work?”
“They’ll cycle—once. But without power, we’re gonna have to set off the firing pins to open them.”
Devore gawked. “We’re not going out there!” They were still at terminal velocity. But Korsin was moving, too, bustling past his brother to the port viewport. “Everyone, to either side!”
Seelah and another crewman stepped to the right pane. Devore, glaring, reluctantly joined her. Alone on the left, Yaru Korsin placed his hand on the coldly sweating portal. Outside, meters away, he found one of the massive circular covers—and the small box mounted to its side, no larger than a comlink. It was smaller than he remembered from inspection. Where’s the mechanism? There. He reached out through the Force. Careful . . .
“Top torpedo door, both sides. Now!”
With a determined mental act, Korsin triggered the firing pin. A large bolt released explosively, shooting ahead—and the mammoth tube cover moved in response, rotating on its single hinge. The ship, already quaking, groaned loudly as the door reached its final position, perched atop the plane of the Omen like a makeshift aileron. Korsin looked expectantly behind him, where Seelah’s expression assured him of a similar success on her side. Like many of the Sith believers aboard, she had been trained in the use of the Force— but Korsin had never considered using it to make in flight corrections before. For a moment, he wondered if it had worked . . .
Thoom! With a wrenching jolt that leveled the bridge crew, Omen tipped downward. It didn’t slow the ship as much as Korsin had expected, but that wasn’t the point. At least they could see where they were going now, what was below. If these blasted clouds would clear . . .
At once, he saw it. Land, indeed—but more water. Much more. Jagged, rugged peaks rose from a greenish surf, almost a skeleton of rock lit by the alien planet’s setting sun, barely visible on the horizon. They were rocketing quickly into night. There wouldn’t be much time to make a decision . . .
. . . but Korsin already knew there was no choice to be made. While more of the crew might survive a water landing, they wouldn’t last long when their superiors learned their precious cargo was at the bottom of an alien ocean. Better they pick the crystals out from among our burned corpses. Frowning, he ordered the Force-users on the starboard side to activate their lower torpedo doors.
Again, a violent lurch, and Omen banked left, angling toward an angry line of mountains. Rearward, a lifepod shot away from the ship—and slammed straight into the ridge. The searing plume was gone from the bridge’s field of view in less than a second. Gloyd’s torpedo crew would be envious, Korsin thought, shaking his head and blowing out a big breath. Still people alive back there. They’re still trying.
Omen cleared a snow-covered peak by less than a hundred meters. Dark water opened up below. Another course correction—and Omen was quickly running out of torpedo tubes. Another lifepod launched, arcing down and away. Only when the small craft neared the surf did its pilot—if it had one—get the engine going. The rockets shot the pod straight down into the ocean at full speed.
Squinting through sweat, Korsin looked back at his crew. “Depth charge! Fine time for a mixed warfare drill!” Even Gloyd didn’t laugh at that one. But it wasn’t propriety, the captain saw as he turned. It was what was ahead. More sharp mountains rising from the waters—including a mountain meant for them. Korsin reeled back to his chair. “Stations!”
Seelah wandered in a panic, nearly losing the wailing Jariad as she staggered. She had no station, no defensive position. She began to cross to Devore, frozen at his terminal. There was no time. A hand reached for her. Yaru yanked her close, pushing her down behind the command chair into a protective crouch.
The act cost him.
Omen slammed into a granite ridge at an angle, losing the fight—and still more of itself. The impact threw Captain Korsin forward against the bulkhead, nearly impaling him on the remaining shards of the smashed viewport. Gloyd and Marcom strained to move toward him, but Omen was still on the move, clipping another rocky rise and spiraling downward. Something exploded, strewing flaming wreckage in the ship’s grinding wake.
Agonizingly, Omen spun forward again, the torpedo doors that had been their makeshift airbrakes snap ping like driftwood as it slid. Down a gravelly incline it skidded, showering stones in all directions. Korsin, his forehead bleeding, looked up and out to see—
—nothing. Omen continued to slide toward an abyss. It had run out of mountain.
Stop. Stop! “Stop!”

Silence. Korsin coughed and opened his eyes. They were still alive.
“No,” Seelah said, kneeling and clinging to Jariad. “We’re already dead.”
Thanks to you, she did not say—but Korsin felt the words streaming at him through the Force. He didn’t need the help. Her eyes said plenty.

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Star Wars: Lost Tribe of the Sith: The Collected Stories 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 95 reviews.
Thorgrim More than 1 year ago
The free ones where good, although the author tried to cram a lot into a few pages due to their short length. Please note that you can get the first eight for free, and this is a good way to see if you want to buy this collection. Please also note, however, that their is a longer conclusion that is available ONLY in this set. I hope this helps with any confusion.
Skuldren More than 1 year ago
Lost Tribe of the Sith: The Collected Stories is a collection of really good short stories by John Jackson Miller that showcases a large chunk of Sith history as it follows the Lost Tribe of Kesh. If you haven’t read any of the Lost Tribe short stories yet, then this is a must read for Star Wars Expanded Universe fans! The Lost Tribe of the Sith play a huge role in the Fate of the Jedi series, as well as Paul S. Kemp’s Crosscurrent. While the short stories aren’t necessary reading in order to understand those novels, they provide a rich history that adds to the story. Miller covers how the Sith landed on Kesh, how they dealt with the inhabitants and each other in order to build an empire, and how these Sith became something different than the Sith we normally see. The stories range from puzzle-solving mystery tales to love stories and tales of conquest and rebellion. There is a huge variety in both content and characters. Readers get to see that not all Sith are the same. In fact some Sith are even likable. That said, there is one thing that is worth pointing out: these stories are not your typical Star Wars tales. These stories focus on the survivors of a Sith ship that are stranded on a backwater world. The inhabitants of Kesh don’t have any technology. The result is that the stories are compelling adventures set in the Star Wars universe, but without the typical sci-fi elements. At first there is a spaceship, blasters, hyperspace travel, aliens, all the things people come to expect of Star Wars. But as the stories progress, the technology dwindles away. The Tribe loses the technology over the years with no way to reproduce it. Instead they make due with other means. Blasters become elaborate diamond spitting rifles. Turbolasers turn into ballistae. People travel via flying creatures called uvaks instead of spaceships. The one thing that remains through the ages is the iconic lightsaber. That, and the legends of the ancient Sith and the hated Jedi. It makes for a very different type of Star Wars story that, while not very sci-fi like, is still extremely enjoyable.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Yes, the first eight novellas are separate, free ebooks. But this collection includes a ninth novella, "Pandemonium". Either way its a great read, and I'm not even a big "Star Wars" fan.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Star wars is the best thing in the world
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Never having read any of the EU before, I wasn't completely familiar with the timeline or the characters. That being said, I've really enjoyed it. This is a collection of short stories (novellas?) that string together to tell the story of a single planet taken over by a castaway band of Sith. Added to the end of the main stories are more short stories, one including a look into the history of Emperor Sidious. Worth the read if you're into Star Wars. If you're a neophyte of the books, like me, then you'll need to keep wookiepedia ready to look up species and people as you go.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
For Star Wars enthusiasts like me, this book provided plenty of new information to share (notably the Massasi). It can be difficult to find books containing this kind of Star Wars information, so I suggest that everybody give it a try.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It was fantastic! This was a great addition to the Star Wars universe!
AAMM More than 1 year ago
This book was absolutely amazing from beginning to end. I finished it today and was blown away by the excellent character development. For anyone just getting into the Star Wars books like me, you definitely want to give this a read. This won't have the same space and future tech feeling that other titles of the franchise have, but the plot twists keep you turning the pages. While these are "separate" stories, there are plenty of callbacks in the later tales to the earlier ones because this is one continuous story-line of a lost Sith tribe. To put it another way, imagine reading a history book which focuses on the main pivotal (and juicy) parts of history... the further you go along, the more you see how the earlier stories affected the development of later ones (and not in trivial ways). The book begins a bit slowly to introduce you to characters, give some background, etc., but it snowballs into an intricate plot of betrayal, Sith custom, religious fervor, and a host of other problems that Sith greed and ingenuity can't solve (or break).
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A very interesting departure from the "typical star wars." Taking place over so many years its a fun tangent to the star wars galaxy as a whole.
Odu_Educated More than 1 year ago
Another good read from the Star Wars expanded Universe.
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Charizard More than 1 year ago
It’s fantastical. It’s personal. It’s epic. And yet it’s still very Star Wars. Lost Tribe of the Sith is much more than an interesting experiment in the Star Wars Expanded Universe. It’s more than a collection of short stories about villains. It’s more than the historical background on the antagonists for the Fate of the Jedi series. Lost Tribe of the Sith, much to my surprise, is an extremely well-crafted and knit-together fantasy epic set in the Star Wars universe. It’s as mythological as any Star Wars literature I’ve ever come across, and I loved every second of it. I would easily rank this volume among my very favorite reads in the galaxy far, far away. That being said, I don’t think you can walk into it blindly. First, you’ll need a decent knowledge of Sith history, and at least a general idea of the plot direction for Fate of the Jedi. Don’t overlook this one just because it’s now “Legends,” because Sith backstory short stories is a weird concept, or because you aren’t planning on reading Fate of the Jedi.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
While not action packed like some of the Star Wars books tend to be, JJM does a great job of tellung thousands of years of history through the eyes of important individuals in that history. The transitions between stories are often sharp, leaving the reader wondering what happened after the story. But instead of simply moving to the next piece of history without tying up lose ends, most of the intriguing characters are referenced later in the other stories, helping to make the events that were described and the others that came before or after feel like a true part of the lore of the Lost Tribe. The narrative might not be as deep or intricate as other novels of a similar design, but it does tell interesting syories about characters and settings referenced in some of the later novels. Especially if you are a history buff like me, you should read this collection of short stories.
Porfinicle More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed this "series" much more than the Fate of the Jedi series it leads up to. John Jackson Miller manages to create a compelling history for the planet Kesh. While it does not achieve the complexity, subtlety, and scale of Tolkien's Middle Earth, it is still impressive considering the majority of the story is told through a single volume of short stories (if you don't include the five issue comic series, which I haven't read). It was interesting to see how a colony of Sith cope with crash landing on a planet with no hope of escape. In this scenario my gut reaction would be that things are not going to end well, with various factions forming to destroy each other, infighting, and power grabs. While this does happen frequently throughout the history Miller has created, there are occasionally leaders that exhibit one of the Sith's most under underrated attributes, the ability to plan for the long game. 
Spartan-Dude More than 1 year ago
Enjoyed reading these stories. I'm glad they released them in a single e-book, since there are characters and other elements that are referenced in later stories.
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Great introduction to the immense star wars saga!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Enjoying the books more than the movies.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I wasn't expecting to like this book but It's an awesome read. Not a lot of action, but if it takes more than simple things to impress you then you'll enjoy the history in this book.
bserkr More than 1 year ago
Rebirth of the Sith Before starting this review, there are a few things I would like to address about this book. Lost Tribe of the Sith: the Collected Stories was meant to be backstory for the Fate of the Jedi book series introducing this “Lost Tribe” and revealing its history leading up to its eventual meeting with Luke Skywalker. This book covers the tribe’s history between 5000 and 2975 years before A New Hope, condensing roughly 2000 years of time into one novel. Given these facts, it’s easy to tell Miller had huge creative constraints when writing this book: the ending is already set, the history has to be rushed to fit it all in, and it had to be written as a collection of short stories. Ultimately, however, I can say he still delivered. After crash landing on the remote planet of Kesh, the Sith mining ship Omen is left marooned in unknown territory with no hopes of being rescued. As a result, the ambitious Sith are left to create their own society and survive off the desolate land. Fortunately, the natives have already fashioned several cities and are more than happy to submit to the Sith, believing them to be deities. Unfortunately, every Sith has his or her own agenda and will stop at nothing to achieve it. Some want to find a way to return to the Sith Empire. Others want to live in luxury in a stable society on Kesh. This conflict of interest is the main selling point of this novel and was what kept me turning pages. It becomes very clear this Sith civilization was built off betrayal, alliances, and manipulation. With many different agendas it makes sense this book would have a diverse array of characters as well. The first major story arc revolves around Yaru Korsin, the captain of the Omen before it crash landed. Yaru comes off as a reasonable and clever man; he, very smartly, tries to learn everything he can about this new land while also eliminating threats to the stability of the tribe. He even had the foresight to know how fragile their society was and established backup plans for when all hell breaks loose. Another important character, Varner Hilts, also tries to keep the tribe together later in the story. Although as a twist, Hilts isn’t a warrior but rather a historian and looks to the past to help shape the future. Rather than fight battles with lightsabers like Korsin often did, he fought battles of knowledge which made for a great contrast. I could go on all day about each and every character’s motivations and personalities but 2000 years of history includes a lot of people. Suffice to say, this book has a cast of great characters that complement each other well. There were a few problems I had with the book and all of them had to do with the creative constraints Miller worked with. Covering 2000 years of time in one book sets it up for rushed pacing from the get-go and I felt the events of the book zoomed by too quickly. There wasn’t any time to stop and think about the events happening and thus the book sacrificed depth for breadth. This even rubs off on the characters as one moment they’re large and in charge while the next they’re dead and the book makes way for the next story arc. It’s was hard for me to get attached to a character when, by the next arc, 100 years have passed and that character has faded away to make room for the next batch. However, if you’re a fan of fast-paced plots rather than deep characters, this shouldn’t bother you. Lost Tribe of the Sith is good an example of a book one must read with the right mindset. Being a prequel of sorts made up of loosely-unified short stories prevents it from achieving a high level of depth and having to condense two millennia worth of time doesn’t help much either. Nonetheless, given those constraints the book does an excellent job of working with them by crafting a story with a diverse cast of interesting characters and a fast-paced plot. ALTERNATE BOOK RECOMMENDATIONS: Fool’s Bargain by Timothy Zahn (short story/novella that came with Survivor’s Quest) and Darth Plagueis by James Luceno (novel). Both stories revolve around oftentimes uneasy alliances between different parties and their attempts to work around their hidden agendas. The former is more action-packed while the latter is more political thriller.
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