Star Wars The New Jedi Order #19: The Unifying Force

Star Wars The New Jedi Order #19: The Unifying Force

by James Luceno

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Star Wars The New Jedi Order #19: The Unifying Force by James Luceno

At long last, the New York Times bestselling series that launched the Star Wars saga into the next generation and into thrilling new territory reaches its spectacular finale. Side by side, Luke Skywalker, Han Solo, Leia Organa Solo, their children, and their comrades in the Galactic Alliance rally for their last stand against the enemy that threatens not only the galaxy, but the Force itself.

The Galactic Alliance’s hard-won success in countering the Yuuzhan Vong onslaught has proven all too brief—and the tide has turned once more to the invaders’ advantage. Having overcome the sabotage strategies of the Jedi and their allies, the marauding aliens have pushed deeper into the galaxy and subjugated more worlds in their ruthless quest for domination. Coruscant has been remade into a Yuuzhan Vong stronghold. The remnants of the resistance are struggling to form a united front. Luke, Mara, and Jacen are missing in action. Clearly the stage is set for endgame.

Now, as Han and Leia receive the chilling news that hundreds of high-ranking Galactic Alliance prisoners face slaughter in a sacrifice to the enemy’s bloodthirsty gods, Luke and his team try desperately to convince the living world of Zonama Sekot to join the Jedi’s final campaign against the Yuuzhan Vong. Yet even as they speak, a lone space station is all that stands between Alliance headquarters on Mon Calamari . . . and wave after wave of ferocious enemy forces waging their most decisive assault.

At the same time, the Jedi’s alliances throughout the galaxy are being tested—and the chances of victory jeopardized—by rogue factions determined to deploy the lethal weapon that will exterminate the Yuuzhan Vong . . . and perhaps countless other species. And among the Yuuzhan Vong themselves, the threat of revolt has reached a boiling point—as the oppressed underclass and powerful officials alike fear their Supreme Overlord’s mad actions will provoke the wrath of the gods.

Ultimately, for both the forces of invasion and resistance, too much has been sacrificed —and too much is at stake—to ever turn back. And now, nothing can stand in the way of seizing victory . . . or facing annihilation.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780345428530
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 08/03/2004
Series: Star Wars: The New Jedi Order Series , #19
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 576
Sales rank: 135,137
Product dimensions: 4.21(w) x 6.84(h) x 1.25(d)

About the Author

James Luceno is the New York Times bestselling author of the Star Wars novels Millennium Falcon, Dark Lord: The Rise of Darth Vader, Cloak of Deception, Labyrinth of Evil, as well as the New Jedi Order novels Agents of Chaos I: Hero’s Trial and Agents of Chaos II: Jedi Eclipse, The Unifying Force, and the eBook Darth Maul: Saboteur. He is also the author of the fantasy novel Hunt for the Mayan Looking-Glass, available as an eBook. He lives in Annapolis, Maryland, with his wife and youngest child.




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“Cakhmaim’s getting to be a pretty good shot,” Han said over the sound of the reciprocating quad laser cannon. “Remind me to up his pay—or at least promote him.”

Leia glanced at him from the copilot’s chair. “From bodyguard to what—butler?”

Han pictured the Noghri in formal attire, setting meals in front of
Han and Leia in the Falcon’s forward cabin. His upper lip curled in delight, and he laughed shortly. “Maybe we should see how he does with the rest of these skips.”

The YT-1300 was just coming out of her long turn, with Selvaris’s double suns off to starboard and an active volcano dominating the forward view. Below, green-capped, sheer-sided islands reached up into the planet’s deep blue sky, and the aquamarine sea seemed to go on forever. Two coralskippers were still glued to the Falcon’s tail, chopping at it and holding position through all the insane turns and evasions,
but so far the deflector shields were holding.

His large hands gripped on the control yoke, Han glanced at the console’s locator display, where only one bezel was pulsing.

“Where’d the other swoop go?”

“We lost it,” Leia said.

Han leaned toward the viewport to survey the undulating sea.
“How could we lose—”

“No, I mean it’s gone. One of the coralskippers took it out.”

Han’s eyes blazed. “Why, that—which one of ’em?”

Before Leia could answer, two plasma missiles streaked past the cockpit, bright as meteors and barely missing the starboard mandible.

“Does it matter?”

Han shook his head. “Where’s the other swoop?”

Leia studied the locator display, then called up a map from the terrain sensor, which showed everything from the mouth of the estuary clear to the volcano. Her left forefinger tapped the screen.
“Far side of that island.”

“Any skips after it?”
A loud explosion buffeted the Falcon from behind.

“We seem to be the popular target,” Leia said. “Just the way you like it.”

Han narrowed his eyes. “You bet I do.”

Determined to lure their pair of pursuers away from the swoop, he threw the freighter into a sudden ascent. When they had climbed halfway to the stars, he dropped the ship into a stomach-churning corkscrew. Pulling out sharply, he twisted the ship through a looping rollover, emerging from the combo headed in the opposite direction,
with the two coralskippers in front of him.

He grinned at Leia. “Now who’s in charge?”

She blew out her breath. “Was there ever any doubt?”

Han focused his attention on the two enemy craft. Over the long years, Yuuzhan Vong pilots faced with impossible odds had surrendered some of the suicidal resolve they had displayed during the early days of the war. Maybe word had come down from Supreme Overlord
Shimrra or someone that discretion really was the better part of valor.
Whatever the case, the pilots of the two skips Han was stalkling apparently saw some advantage to fleeing rather than reengaging the ship their plasma missiles had failed to bring down. But Han wasn’t content to send them home with their tails tucked between their legs—
especially not after they had killed an unarmed swoop pilot he had come halfway across the galaxy to rescue.

“Cakhmaim, listen up,” he said into his headset mike. “I’ll fire the belly gun from here. We’ll put ’em in the Money Lane and be done with them.”

Money Lane was Han’s term for the area where the quad lasers’
firing fields overlapped. In emergency situations, both cannons could be fired from the cockpit, but the present situation didn’t call for that.
What’s more, Han wanted to give Cakhmaim the chance to hone his firing technique. All Han and Leia had to do was help line up the shots.

From the way the coralskippers reacted to the Falcon’s sudden turnabout, Han could almost believe that the enemy pilots had been eavesdropping on his communication with the Noghri. The first skip—the more battered of the pair, showing charred blotches and deep pockmarks—poured on all speed, separating from his wingmate at a sharp angle. Smaller and faster, and seemingly helmed by a better pilot, the second skip shed velocity in an attempt to trick the Falcon
into coming across his vector.

That was the skip that had taken out the swoop, Han decided,
sentencing the pilot to be the first to feel the Falcon’s wrath.

Leia guessed as much, and immediately plotted an intercept course.

Exposed, the skip pilot went evasive, moving into the gunsights and out again, but with mounting panic as the Falcon settled calmly

into kill position. The dorsal laser cannon was programmed to fire three-beam bursts that, all these years later, still had the ability to outwit the dovin basals of the older, perhaps more dim-witted coralskippers.
While the enemy craft was quick to deploy a gravitic anomaly that engulfed the first and second beams, the third got through,
blowing a huge chunk of yorik coral from the vessel’s fantail. Han tweaked the yoke to place the skip in the Money Lane, and his left hand tightened on the trigger of the belly gun’s remote firing mechanism.
Sustained bursts from the twin cannons whittled the skip to half its size; then it blew, throwing pieces of coral wreckage in every direction.

“That’s for the swoop pilot,” Han said soberly. He turned his attention to the second skip, which, desperate to avoid a similar fate,
was jinking and juking all over the sky.

Zipping through the showering remains of the first kill, the Falcon
quickened up and pounced on the wildly maneuvering skip from above. The targeting reticle went red, and a target-lock tone filled the cockpit. Again the quad lasers rallied, catching the vessel with burst after burst until it disappeared in a nimbus of coral dust and whitehot gas.

Han and Leia hooted. “Nice shooting, Cakhmaim!” he said into the headset. “Score two more for the good guys.”

Leia watched him for a moment. “Happy now?”

Instead of replying, Han pushed the yoke away from him, dropping the Falcon to within meters of the surging waves. “Where’s the swoop?” he asked finally.

Leia was ready with the answer. “Come around sixty degrees, and it should be right in front of us.”

Han adjusted course, and the swoop came into view, streaking over the surface, bearing two seriously dissimilar riders. In pursuit,
and just visible beneath the surface, moved an enormous olive-drab triangle, trailing what appeared to be a lengthy tail.

Han’s jaw dropped.

“What is that thing?” Leia said.

“Threepio, get in here!” Han yelled, without taking his eyes from the creature.

C-3PO staggered into the cockpit, clamping his hands on the high-backed navigator’s chair to keep from being thrown off balance,
as had too often happened.

Han raised his right hand to the viewport and pointed. “What is that?” he asked, enunciating every word.

“Oh, my,” the droid began. “I believe that what we’re looking at is a kind of boat creature. The Yuuzhan Vong term for it is vangaak,
which derives from the verb ‘to submerge.’ Although in this case the verb has been modified to suggest—”

“Skip the language lesson and just tell me how to kill it!”

“Well, I would suggest targeting the flat dome, clearly visible on its dorsal surface.”

“A head shot.”

“Precisely. A head shot.”

“Han,” Leia interrupted. “Four more coralskippers headed our way.”

Han manipulated levers on the console, and the Falcon accelerated.
“We gotta work fast. Threepio, tell Meewalh to activate the manual release for the landing ramp. I’ll be there in a flash.”

Leia watched him undo the clasps of the crash webbing. “I take it you’re not planning to land.”

He kissed her on the cheek as he stood up. “Not if I can help it.”

The swoop fought to maintain an altitude of eight meters, but that was enough to keep it from the snapping jaws of the Yuuzhan
Vong vangaak that had almost snagged it on surfacing.

Thorsh might have opted to head inland if the Yuuzhan Vong search parties and their snarling beasts hadn’t reached the marshy shore. Worse, four specks in the northern sky were almost certainly coralskippers, soaring in to reinforce the pair the YT-1300 was chasing.
Instead, the Jenet had the swoop aimed for deeper water, out toward the volcano, where the waves mounded to a height of ten meters.

Thorsh and his rider could feel the sting of the saline spray on their scratched and bruised faces and hands. Behind them, the vangaak was rapidly closing the gap, but if it had weapons other than tor-
pedo analogs it wasn’t bringing them to bear. An unsettling vociferation from the Bith broke Thorsh’s concentration.

“The vangaak’s gone! It submerged!”

Thorsh didn’t know whether to worry or celebrate. The vangaak put a quick end to his indecision. Breaching the surface in front of the swoop, the dull olive triangle spiked straight up out of the waves,
venting seawater from blowholes on its dorsal side, and opening its tooth-filled mouth.

Thorsh demanded all he could from the swoop, climbing at maximum boost, but there was no escaping the reach of the creature.

He heard a surprised scream, then felt his flight jacket rip away.
Lightened, the swoop ascended at greater speed, only to stall. Thorsh threw a distraught glance over his shoulder. The Bith was pinned between the vangaak’s teeth, mouth wide in a silent scream, black eyes dull, Thorsh’s jacket still clutched in his dexterous hands. But there wasn’t time for despair or anger. The repulsorlift came back to life,
and Thorsh veered away, even as he was falling.

A roar battered his eardrums, and suddenly the YT-1300 was practically alongside him, skimming the waves not fifty meters away. The quartet of coralskippers began firing from extreme range, their plasma projectiles cutting scalding trails through the whitecapped crests.

The old freighter’s landing ramp was lowered from the starboard docking arm. It was clear what the ship’s pilots had in mind. They were expecting him to come alongside and hurl himself onto the narrow incline. But Thorsh faltered. He knew the limitations of the swoop, and—more important—his own. With the coralskippers approaching and the vangaak submerged who-knew-where beneath the waves, it was unlikely that he could even reach the freighter in time.
Additionally—and despite what were obviously military-grade de-
flector shields—the freighter was being forced to make slight vertical and horizontal adjustments, which only decreased Thorsh’s chances of clambering aboard.

His grimace disappeared, and in its place came a look of sharp attentiveness.

As sole bearer of the secret intelligence contained in the holo-
wafer, he had to give it his best try. Tightening his grip, he banked for the sanctuary of the matte-black ship.


Crouched at the top of the extended ramp, Han peered down at the rushing water not twenty meters below. Wind and salt spray howled through the opening, blowing his hair every which way and making it difficult for him to keep his eyes open.

“Captain Solo,” C-3PO said from the ring corridor. “Princess
Leia wishes you to know that the swoop is approaching. Apparently the pilot feels confident that he can complete the transfer to Millennium
Falcon
without suffering too much internal damage or . . . perishing in the attempt.”

Han threw the droid a wide-eyed look. “Perishing?”

“Certainly the odds are against him. If he were piloting a speeder bike, perhaps. But swoops are notorious for going out of control at the slightest provocation!”

Han nodded grimly. A former swoop racer, he knew that C-3PO
was right. Taking in the situation now, he wondered if even he could make the jump.

“I’m going to the bottom!” he shouted.

C-3PO canted his golden head. “Sir?”

Han made a downward motion. “The bottom of the ramp.”

“Sir, I have a bad feeling . . .”

The wind drowned out the rest of the droid’s words. Han crabbed down to the base of the ramp, where he could hear the Falcon’s belly turret slicing through the agitated peaks of the waves. A distinctive throbbing sound captured his attention. The swoop was beginning to angle for the ramp. The pilot—a Jenet, of all species—took his right hand off the handgrips just long enough to signal Han with a wave.
Considering that even that slight movement sent the swoop into a wobble, there was simply no way the Jenet would be able to let go completely—especially not with the Falcon adding to the turbulence of the sea itself.

Han reconsidered, then swung around to C-3PO.

“Threepio, tell Leia we’re going with Plan B!”

The droid raised his hands to his head in distress. “Captain Solo,
just the sound of that makes me worry!”

Han raised his forefinger. “Just tell Leia, Threepio. She’ll understand.”


“Plan B?”

“That was precisely my reaction,” C-3PO said in an agitated voice. “But does anyone ever listen to my concerns?”

“Don’t worry, Threepio, I’m sure Han knows what he’s doing.”

“That is hardly a comforting thought, Princess.”

Leia swung back to the console and allowed her eyes to roam over the instruments. Plan B, she mused. What can Han have in mind? She placed him squarely in her thoughts, then smiled in sudden revelation.

Of course . . .

Her hands slid switches while she studied the displays. Then she sat away from the console in contemplation. Yes, she decided at last,
she supposed it could be done—though it would mean relying largely on the attitude and braking thrusters, and hoping that they didn’t stall or fail.

She looked over her shoulder at C-3PO, who had evidently followed her every move and manipulation.

“Tell Han I’ve got everything worked out.”

“Oh, dear,” the droid said, turning and exiting the cockpit. “Oh,
dear.”


The four coralskippers were closing fast, lobbing plasma missiles into the blustery stretch of water between the swoop and the freighter.
Thorsh dipped his head instinctively as one fireball plunged into the waves not ten meters away. The ferocity of the impact geysered superheated water high into the air, and sent the swoop into a sustained wobble.

The freighter held to its course regardless, its top gunner keeping the coralskippers at bay with bursts of laserfire. A human male was crouched at the base of the landing ramp, his left arm wrapped around one of the telescoping hydraulic struts, and the fingers of his right hand making a gesture that on some worlds implied craziness on the part of its recipient. Just now, the twirling gesture meant something else entirely—though craziness was still a large part of it.

Thorsh swallowed hard, just thinking about what the pilots were about to attempt.

The human waved and scurried back up the ramp.

Decelerating slightly, Thorsh fell in behind the freighter, giving it wide berth. Above the strained throbbing of the swoop’s repulsorlift,
he heard the sudden reverberation of the YT-1300’s retro- and attitude thrusters.

Then, scarcely surrendering momentum, the freighter began to rotate ninety degrees to starboard, bringing the boarding ramp almost directly in front of the tottering swoop.


“Take the jump!” Han said, mostly to himself. “Now!”

He was back in the pilot’s chair, his hands tight on the control yoke, while Leia feathered the thrusters, cheating the Falcon through its quarter turn. Flying sideways, Han could see the coralskippers that had a second earlier been “behind” the ship, as well as the swoop,
which was flying just off the blunt tip of the starboard docking arm.
Hoping to minimize the chances of the pilot’s overshooting his mark and smashing headlong into the bulkhead at the top of the ramp, Han adjusted the Falcon’s forward speed to match that of the swoop.

“He’s accelerating!” Leia said.

“Threepio! Meewalh!” Han yelled over his right shoulder. “Our guest’s coming aboard!” Glancing out the right side of the viewport,
he saw the Jenet leap the swoop toward the ramp—the Falcon’s narrow but open mouth.

“Now!” he told Leia.

Deftly she fed power to the attitude thrusters, allowing the ship to complete a full clockwise rotation, even as a series of crashing sounds were echoing their way into the cockpit from the ring corridor.

Han winced and scrunched his shoulders with each clang! and
crash!, mentally assessing the damage, but keeping his fingers crossed that the Jenet pilot was faring better than the interior of the docking arm.

No sooner did the ramp telltale on the console flash red—
indicating that docking arm had sealed tight—than Han yanked back on the control yoke, and the Falcon clawed its way into Selvaris’s open sky, dodging volleys of molten fire from pursuing coralskippers. The quad laser replied with packets of cohesive light, brilliant green even against the backdrop of the heaving sea.

“Captain Solo, he’s alive!” C-3PO called with dramatic relief.
“We’re all alive!”

Exhaling slowly, Han sank back into the seat, but without lifting his hands from the yoke. The coralskippers were already lagging behind when the Falcon rocketed over the summit of the volcano,
straight through dense clouds of gritty smoke, climbing rapidly on a column of blue energy. The ship was halfway to starlight when the shaken Jenet appeared at the cockpit hatchway, one bare arm drapped over Meewalh’s shoulders, the other around C-3PO’s.

“You must have a hard head,” Han said.

Grinning faintly, Leia looked at her husband. “He’s not the only one.”

Han glanced at her in false chagrin, then nodded his chin to the female Noghri. “Take our guest to the forward cabin and provide him with whatever he needs.”

“I’ll get the medpac,” Leia said, leaving her chair. She set her headset on the console and looked at Han again. “Well, you did it.”

“We,” Han amended. Casually, he stretched out his arms. “You know, you’re never too old for this sort of thing.”

“You haven’t outgrown it, that’s for sure.”

He studied her. “What, you have?”

She placed her right hand on his cheek. “You’re a danger to yourself and everyone around you. But I do love you, Han.”

He smiled broadly as Leia hurried from the cockpit.


From the Hardcover edition.

Table of Contents

At long last, the New York Times bestselling series that launched the Star Wars saga into the next generation and into thrilling new territory reaches its spectacular finale. Side by side, Luke Skywalker, Han Solo, Leia Organa Solo, their children, and their comrades in the Galactic Alliance rally for their last stand against the enemy that threatens not only the galaxy, but the Force itself.

The Galactic Alliance's hard-won success in countering the Yuuzhan Vong onslaught has proven all too brief—and the tide has turned once more to the invaders' advantage. Having overcome the sabotage strategies of the Jedi and their allies, the marauding aliens have pushed deeper into the galaxy and subjugated more worlds in their ruthless quest for domination. Coruscant has been remade into a Yuuzhan Vong stronghold. The remnants of the resistance are struggling to form a united front. Luke, Mara, and Jacen are missing in action. Clearly the stage is set for endgame.

Now, as Han and Leia receive the chilling news that hundreds of high-ranking Galactic Alliance prisoners face slaughter in a sacrifice to the enemy's bloodthirsty gods, Luke and his team try desperately to convince the living world of Zonama Sekot to join the Jedi's final campaign against the Yuuzhan Vong. Yet even as they speak, a lone space station is all that stands between Alliance headquarters on Mon Calamari . . . and wave after wave of ferocious enemy forces waging their most decisive assault.

At the same time, the Jedi's alliances throughout the galaxy are being tested—and the chances of victory jeopardized—by rogue factionsdetermined to deploy the lethal weapon that will exterminate the Yuuzhan Vong . . . and perhaps countless other species. And among the Yuuzhan Vong themselves, the threat of revolt has reached a boiling point—as the oppressed underclass and powerful officials alike fear their Supreme Overlord's mad actions will provoke the wrath of the gods.

Ultimately, for both the forces of invasion and resistance, too much has been sacrificed —and too much is at stake—to ever turn back. And now, nothing can stand in the way of seizing victory . . . or facing annihilation.

Interviews

Interview with Jim Luceno, author of Star Wars The New Jedi Order: The Unifying Force:

Question:The Unifying Force is your third New Jedi Order novel, after the Agents of Chaos duology, Hero's Trial and Jedi Eclipse. But your involvement with the series goes back to the beginning, both as a writer and behind the scenes. Can you tell us a little bit about how you became involved and what your contribution has been?

James Luceno:My involvement—initially as a kind of consultant—comes from my having overseen and co-written the Robotech series, which was also a multi-book sf saga. For the New Jedi Order I attended most of the writers meetings at Skywalker Ranch, helped draft and refine both the original outline and the series bible, read and commented on individual manuscripts, and, with Dan Wallace, expanded the Star Wars galaxy map. Editor Shelly Shapiro and I conferred throughout the series, and, when we´d reached the halfway mark, reassessed what we had done, pondered what still needed doing, and scratched our heads over how things should wrap up.

Q:The New Jedi Order comprises nineteen novels in an intricately linked storyline related by a dozen different writers. What are your feelings upon bringing this immense undertaking to a close after so many years?

JL:In a word: relief. At the start of the project, it seemed we had all the time in the world to see the story through. But Murphy´s Law quickly asserted itself, and before we knew it we were playing catch-up. Often three writers would be working on books simultaneously, and revision due dates were often inconflict with those of the authors' non-Star Wars novels. For all their devotion to the series, Shelly and Sue Rostoni (at Lucasfilm) were frequently forced to turn their editorial talents to other projects. On top of that, there were canceled books, last-minute alterations to the story arc, illnesses, and all sorts of other obstacles to surmount.

Q:What were some of the low points for you personally in working on this project? The high points?

JL:From the start, the NJO drew a sizable readership, even in the face of competition from the prequel novels, the comics, and other Star Wars related series—and despite being handicapped by the fact that the core characters had already been taken through so many twists and turns. So there's some sense of accomplishment in having been able to hold the interest of so many readers. It was also gratifying to see Troy Denning, Greg Keyes, Matt Stover, and others receive much-deserved acclaim for their individual efforts. An obvious low point might be fan reaction to Chewbacca´s death, but I expected no less. It was more depressing to see failures in character and plot-line continuity creep into the series. On a personal note, conflicting fan reaction to my books kept me from knowing just what I was doing right, or wrong.

Q:Your books being Hero's Trial and Jedi Eclipse, the fourth and fifth books of the series; now you've written the final volume. Did you know you would be writing this book when you were working on the first two? How much of the over-arching series plot was known to writers in advance, and how much were you able to make up as you went along?

JL:I didn´t know in advance that I´d be writing the final book. But because I had been with the series since its inception, and had the advantage of having been privy to just about every idea that had been tossed around, I emerged as the sort of default choice. But copying every writer on every piece of email would probably have resulted in total confusion and too many points of view regarding plot points. The overarching story arc was known to everyone involved, but all of us had plenty of space to maneuver, in terms of secondary plots and character development. This turned out to be both a blessing and a bane. The specifics of the somewhat-revised story arc were known to only a few writers, and we were still making discoveries even after I had delivered a first draft of The Unifying Force. At one point, I recall having a list three pages long of plot threads that needed closing!

Q:One of the central themes of the series has been to investigate and resolve inconsistencies, one might even say paradoxes, in the way the Force has been presented or understood in previous novels and in the movies. For example, there is the mystery of the Yuuzhan Vong's immunity to the Force, as well as disagreements between the Jedi about the nature of the dark side. Given all this, how much should fans read into the title, The Unifying Force?

JL:The title is meant to operate on several levels, and I remember my excitement on learning that Lucasfilm had approved its use. In the prequels, the unifying Force is defined as being more future-oriented and concerned with the consequences of actions—even seemingly right actions. The living force has more to do with being mindful of the present. The title plays to that distinction. At the same time, what remains of the New Republic is amassing a unified force of fleets to hurl against the Yuuzhan Vong. And by extension, the title could also refer to the so-called Shamed Ones, outcast Yuuzhan Vong who become pivotal in the end stages of the long war.

Q:Another theme has been the natural process of life: birth, maturation, death. We've seen the deaths of Chewie and Anakin; we've seen the birth of Luke and Mara's son, Ben; we've seen the maturation of Jaina and, especially, Jacen, whose link to the Force seems to grow beyond even Luke's. At the same time, on a larger scale, the same processes have unfolded in personal relationships, in political systems, in the clash of races and of civilizations. The same thing, like a universal law, seems to be operating on all these different levels; is it the Force?

JL:I feel on safer ground saying that it is different authors writing about the Force. Many an NJO plot point grew from the series outline itself; things were discovered along the way, as a kind of epiphenomenon of the creative process. As depicted in the films, the Force appears to operate in a similar fashion. I guess you could say that we were at least attempting to ally ourselves with the Force—to write in harmony with it.

Q:One of the many surprising revelations in the novel is that the Yuuzhan Vong were stripped of the Force: long ago, in a very real sense, they were exiled from it. This raises the question of whether the Force itself is sentient and willful, like a god. And if the Yuuzhan Vong could be stripped of the Force, why weren't Darth Vader and the Sith similarly cast out when they began to misuse the Force?

JL:The introduction of midichlorians and the mystery surrounding Anakin Skywalker´s birth suggest that the Force can be willful when necessary—perhaps when those entrusted to maintain balance and to honor peace and justice have dropped the proverbial ball. Many would say that Nature operates this way, in fashioning ozone holes, igniting forest fires, or giving the earth a good shaking from time to time. The gross effect of sentient life is minimal when considered against the backdrop of the cosmic. The Force will do whatever's necessary, regardless of what humans—or other sentients—have up their sleeves. It can be posited—and has—that the Sith and Darth Vader were essential to bringing the Force back into balance; that, in some fashion, they were very much linked to realizing the ultimate goal of the Force.

Q:Who is your favorite character in the novel, and why?

JL:I always enjoy writing Han Solo. But in The Unifying Force I found myself drawn to the characters who have found themselves caught in the middle and have been forced to rethink what they have long accepted as truths. On one side are Nom Anor and Harrar, and on the other, Jacen, Luke, and to some extent C-3PO.

Q:Your space battle scenes are fantastic. How do you write convincingly about something that is so far beyond current technology? Where do the tactics of space warfare come from? What were your models in crafting these scenes?

JL:I'm not accustomed to hearing my battle scenes described as "fantastic." One of the criticisms most often leveled against me is my inability to depict action. But maybe I'm improving. If I am, I attribute that to studying at the feet of the masters, who, in Star Wars, include Brian Daley, Tim Zahn, Mike Stackpole, Troy Denning, and Walter Jon Williams. As for models, I think that George Lucas supplied all of us with those in the opening sequence of A New Hope, and in the concluding scenes of Return of the Jedi, The Phantom Menace, and Attack of the Clones. Additionally, I grew up watching Victory at Sea on television, and with movies like Wings, Air Force, and other WW II epics.

Q:One thing that's always disturbed me about the Star Wars universe is that the droids and other mechanicals, while obviously sentient, are slaves. I was hoping that their status might change in the course of the New Jedi Order; there were some hints of it early on, with the Vong's harsh jihad against machine technology, but in the end, nothing changes. Characters like Luke and Leia, and most of the droids themselves, are strangely blind to this ongoing injustice. Is this something that future books will address? Why do you think it hasn't been addressed before now?


JL:Sadly, that is one of the plot lines that got jettisoned along the way. I made a start on it in Hero's Trial and Jedi Eclipse, but we soon realized that we had to concentrate on the main characters, Anakin chiefly, as a means of building to the events of Star by Star. More to the point, I think that the films themselves hint at a keen awareness on the part of droids, and suggest that living beings have a way of taking technology for granted. I suspect that both R2-D2 and C-3PO know far more than they ever reveal.

Q:After this long and difficult project, have you had your fill of Star Wars? Are you still a fan?

JL:I'll always be a fan, but after the New Jedi Order wrapped, I thought I'd had my fill. That was until the folks at DK Publications asked if I'd be interested in writing the text for next year's Classic Locations book!

Q:The Robotech novels you wrote with the late Brian Daley under the pen name Jack McKinney have many fans of their own. Are those books still available? Any chance of additions to the series?

JL:Several of the omnibuses were reprinted last year. I'm not certain they sold well enough to justify reprinting all twenty-one novels, but most of the titles are available at second-hand bookstores or through internet book sites. There's always room for additional material. But I also I feel that Brian and I brought the characters to a kind of closure—even while suggesting that they're still "out there," having adventures of the usual sort. Writers of long-running television series do the same thing, whether the series is MASH, Cheers, Buffy, or Friends. As a reader or a viewer, you want to know that everything turned out all right in the end; in a sense, that everyone is going to live happily ever after. And more important: that the peak experiences of their lives, the accounts of their principal quests, have been immortalized, and can be revisited at the turn of a page or the press of a button.

Q:Any upcoming novels you'd like to tell us about?

JL:Yes. But unfortunately, I'm not at liberty to say more!

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book is one of the best of the series!
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I havent finished it yet but so far it is awsome
Zeplin More than 1 year ago
Great Ending to the Saga
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Beyond Great The Yuuzhan Vong's history and origin is finally revealed, including why and how they're invisible to the force. The duels involving Luke and Jacen are outstanding, defeating of the Yuuzhan Vong supreme overlord. This book isn't just the end of the New Jedi order, it's a worthy and thrilling climax.
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roger_h More than 1 year ago
excellent the fate of the vong is at hand
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Guest More than 1 year ago
I just read this book over again and it is even better then before. It leaves open the door for a new saga in the series and yet closes an old one at the same time. The way it closes is kind of corny and mushy but that's okay because that is part of Star Wars. But the whole book keeps your attention and won't let you go and with the twists and turns keeps you stuck to your seat until the end. Great book, one of the best yet.
Guest More than 1 year ago
i enjoyed this book very much has i did the other ones of the series. i recommend this book for anyone who is reading NJO. if your think about starting it start off with Vector Prime and work your way up. trust me you won't be disappointed
Guest More than 1 year ago
Star Wars is awesome great series great book Must Read for anyone who can read!!!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed this book, it was a great conclusion for a great series. Although it leaves me hungering for more, the pace is good and the writing is excellent.
Guest More than 1 year ago
With this novel, Luceno really establishes himself as one of the best writing Star Wars right now. There is alot going on in this book, but the pace is brisk. The war is wrapped up in convincing fashion. Good character development.