Star Wars: Dawn of the Jedi: Into the Void

Star Wars: Dawn of the Jedi: Into the Void

by Tim Lebbon

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ISBN-13: 9780345541949
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 05/07/2013
Series: Star Wars: Dawn of the Jedi Series
Sold by: Random House
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 320
Sales rank: 70,136
File size: 5 MB

About the Author

Tim Lebbon is a New York Times bestselling writer whose recent books include The Secret Journeys of Jack London series (co-authored with Christopher Golden), Echo City, The Island, and Bar None. He has won four British Fantasy Awards, a Bram Stoker Award, and a Scribe Award, and has been a finalist for International Horror Guild, Shirley Jackson, and World Fantasy awards.

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Chapter One

dark matters

Even at the beginning of our journey I feel like a rock in the river of the Force. Lanoree is a fish carried by that river, feeding from it, living within it, relying on the waters for her well-­being. But I am unmoving. An inconvenience to the water as long as I remain. And slowly, slowly, I am being eroded to nothing.

—­Dalien Brock, diaries, 10,661 TYA

She is a little girl, the sky seems wide and endless, and Lanoree Brock breathes in the wonders of Tython as she runs to find her brother.

Dalien is down by the estuary again. He likes being alone, away from all the other children at Bodhi, the Je’daii Temple of the Arts. Her parents have sent her to find him, and though they still have some teaching to do that afternoon, they’ve promised that they will walk up to the boundary of the Edge Forest that evening. Lanoree loves it up there. And it scares her a little, as well. Close to the temple, near the sea, she can feel the Force ebbing and flowing through everything—­the air she breathes, the sights she sees, and all that makes up the beautiful scenery. Up at the Edge Forest, there’s a primal wildness to the Force that sets her blood pumping.

Her mother will smile and say that she will learn about it all, given time. Her father will look silently into the forest, as if he silently yearns to explore that way. And her little brother, only nine years old, will start to cry.

Always at the Edge Forest, he cries.

“Dal!” She swishes through the long grasses close to the riverbank, hands held out by her sides so that the grass caresses her palms. She won’t tell him about the walk planned for that evening. If she does he’ll get moody, and he might not agree to come home with her. He can be like that sometimes, and their father says it’s the sign of someone finding his own way.

Dal doesn’t seem to have heard her, and as she closes on him she slows from a run to a walk and thinks, If that was me I’d have sensed me approaching ages ago.

Dal’s head remains dipped. By his side he has created a perfect circle using the stones of chewed mepples, his favorite fruit. He does that when he’s thinking.

The river flows by, fast and full from the recent rains. There’s a power to it that is intimidating, and, closing her eyes, Lanoree feels the Force and senses the myriad life-­forms that call the river home. Some are as small as her finger, others that swim upriver from the ocean almost half the size of a Cloud Chaser ship. She knows from her studies that many of them have teeth.

She bites her lip, hesitant. Then she probes out with her mind and—­

“I told you to never do that to me!”

“Dal . . .”

He stands and turns around, and he looks furious. Just for a moment there’s a fire in his eyes that she doesn’t like. She has seen those flames before, and carries the knotted scar tissue in her lower lip to prove it. Then his anger slips and he smiles.

“Sorry. You startled me, that’s all.”

“You’re drawing?” she asks, seeing the sketchbook.

Dal closes the book. “It’s rubbish.”

“I don’t believe that,” Lanoree says. “You’re really good. Temple Master Fenn himself says so.”

“Temple Master Fenn is a friend of Father’s.”

Lanoree ignores the insinuation and walks closer to her brother. She can already see that he has chosen a fine place from which to draw the surroundings. The river curves here, and a smaller tributary joins from the hills of the Edge Forest, causing a confusion of currents. The undergrowth on the far bank is colorful and vibrant, and there’s a huge old ak tree whose hollowed trunk is home to a flight of weave birds. Their spun golden threads glisten in the afternoon sun. The birdsong complements the river’s roar.

“Let me see,” Lanoree says.

Dal does not look at her, but he opens the pad.

“It’s beautiful,” she says. “The Force has guided your fingers, Dal.” But she’s not sure.

Dal picks a heavy pencil from his pocket and strikes five thick lines through his drawing, left to right, tearing the paper and ruining it forever. His expression does not change, and neither does his breathing. It’s almost as if there is no anger at all.

“There,” he says. “That’s better.”

For a moment the lines look like claw marks, and as Lanoree takes a breath and blinks—­

A soft, insistent alarm pulled her up from sleep. Lanoree sighed and sat up, rubbing her eyes, massaging the dream away. Dear Dal. She dreamed of him often, but they were usually dreams of those later times when everything was turning bad. Not when they were still children for whom Tython was so full of potential.

Perhaps it was because she was on her way home.

She had not been back to Tython for more than four years. She was a Je’daii Ranger, and so ranging is what she did. Some Rangers found reasons to return to Tython regularly. Family connections, continuous training, face-­to-­face debriefs, it all amounted to the same thing—­they hated being away from home. She also believed that there were those Je’daii who felt the need to immerse themselves in Tython’s Force-­rich surroundings from time to time, as if uncertain that their affinity with the Force was strong enough.

Lanoree had no such doubts. She was comfortable with her strength and balance in the Force. The short periods she had spent with others on retreats on Ashla and Bogan—­a voluntary part of a Padawan’s training, should they desire to go—­had made her even more confident in this.

She stood from her cot and stretched. She reached for the ceiling and grabbed the bars she’d welded there herself, pulling up, breathing softly, then lifting her legs and stretching them out until she was horizontal to the floor. Her muscles quivered, and she breathed deeply as she felt the Force flowing through her, a vibrant, living thing. Mental exercise and meditation were fine, but sometimes she took the greatest pleasure in exerting herself physically. She believed that to be strong with the Force, one had to be strong in body.

The alarm was still ringing.

“I’m awake,” she said, easing herself slowly back to the floor, “in case you hadn’t noticed.”

The alarm snapped off, and her Peacemaker ship’s grubby yellow maintenance droid ambled into the small living quarters on padded metal feet. It was one of many adaptations she’d made to the ship in her years out in the Tythan system. Most Peacemakers carried a very simple droid, but she’d updated hers to a Holgorian IM-­220, capable of limited communication with a human master and other duties not necessarily exclusive to ship maintenance. She’d further customized it with some heavy armor, doubling its weight but making it much more useful to her in risky scenarios. She spoke to it, its replies were obtuse, and she supposed it was the equivalent of trying to communicate with a grass kapir back home. She had even named it.

“Hey, Ironholgs. You better not have woken me early.”

The droid beeped and scraped, and she wasn’t sure whether it was getting cranky in its old age.

She looked around the small but comfortable living quarters. She had chosen a Peacemaker over a Hunter because of its size; even before she’d flown her first mission as a Je’daii Ranger, she knew that she would be eager to spend much of her time in space. A Hunter was fast and agile but too small to live in. The Peacemaker was a compromise on maneuverability, but she had spent long periods living alone on the ship. She preferred it that way.

And like most Rangers, she had made many modifications and adaptations to her ship that stamped her own identity upon it. She’d stripped out the table and chairs and replaced them with a weights and tensions rack for working out. Now, she ate her food sitting on her narrow cot. She’d replaced the holonet entertainment system with an older flatscreen, which doubled as communications center and reduced the ship’s net weight. Beside the extensive engine compartment there had been a small room that housed a second cot for guests or companions, but because she had neither she had filled the space with extra laser charge pods, a water recycling unit, and food stores. The ship’s four laser cannon turrets had also been upgraded, and it now also carried plasma missiles, and drone missiles for long-distance combat. At the hands of the Cathar master armorer Gan Corla, the cannons now packed three times more punch and were effective over twice the range as those standard to Peacemakers.

She had also altered and adapted the function and position of many cockpit controls, making it so that only she could effectively fly the ship. It was hers, it was home, and that was how she liked it.

“How long to Tython?” she asked.

The droid let out a series of whines and clicks.

“Right,” Lanoree said. “Suppose I’d better freshen up.” She brushed a touch pad and the darkened screens in the forward cockpit faded to clear, revealing the star-­speckled view that never failed to make her heart ache. There was something so profoundly moving to the distance and scale of what she saw out there, and the Force never let her forget that she was a part of something incomprehensibly large. She supposed it was as close as she ever came to a religious epiphany.

She touched the pad again and a red glow appeared, surrounding a speck in the distance. Tython. Three hours and she’d be there.

The Je’daii Council ordering her back to Tython meant only one thing. They had a mission for her, and it was one that they needed to discuss face-­to-­face.


Washed, dressed, and fed, Lanoree sat in the ship’s cockpit and watched Tython drawing closer. Her ship had communicated with sentry drones orbiting at thirty thousand kilometers, and now the Peacemaker was performing a graceful parabola that would take it down into the atmosphere just above the equator.

She was nervous about visiting Tython again, but part of her was excited as well. It would be good to see her mother and father, however briefly. She contacted them far too infrequently. With Dal dead, she was now their only child.

A soft chime announced an incoming transmission. She swiveled her seat and faced the flatscreen, just as it snowed into an image.

“Master Dam-­Powl,” Lanoree said, surprised. “An honor.” And it was. She had expected the welcoming transmission to be from a Je’daii Ranger or perhaps even a Journeyer she did not know. Not the Cathar Je’daii Master.

Dam-­Powl bowed her head. “Lanoree, it’s good to see you again. We’ve been eagerly awaiting your arrival. Pressing matters beg discussion. Dark matters.”

“I assumed that was the case,” Lanoree said. She shifted in her seat, unaccountably nervous.

“I sense your discomfort,” Master Dam-­Powl said.

“Forgive me. It’s been some time since I spoke with a Je’daii Master.”

“You feel unsettled even with me?” Dam-­Powl asked, smiling. But the smile quickly slipped. “No matter. Prepare yourself, because today you speak with six Masters, including Stav Kesh’s Temple Master Lha-­Mi. I’ve sent your ship the landing coordinates for our meeting place thirty kilometers south of Akar Kesh. We’ll expect you soon.”

“Master, we’re not meeting at a temple?”

But Dam-­Powl had already broken the transmission, and Lanoree was left staring at a blank screen. She could see her image reflected there, and she quickly gathered herself, breathing away the shock. Six Je’daii Masters? And Lha-­Mi as well?

“Then it is something big.”

She checked the transmitted coordinates and switched the flight computer to manual, eager to make the final approach herself. She had always loved flying and the freedom it gave her. Untethered. Almost a free agent.

Lanoree closed her eyes briefly and breathed with the Force. It was strong this close to Tython, elemental, and it sparked her senses alive.

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Star Wars: Dawn of the Jedi: Into the Void 3.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 52 reviews.
Brainiac2112 More than 1 year ago
This book was a fun and easy read. Although I wouldn't rate it as exceptional, it is a welcome addition to the Star Wars universe. Lanoree Brock is an interesting character. I would like to see her develop through additional stories. Keep in mind that this book covers events that takes place 20,000-plus years prior to anything else that has thus far been chronicled for Star Wars. It's worth the read.
Anonymous 3 months ago
Decent read, an insight into the Jedi/sith before the films.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I liked this first book in the series. Got my s Star Wars fix and learned a little bit about the grass roots of the galaxy far, far away. I especially enjoyed Tre.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The story is engaging but almost secondary to exploring the possibilities of a Jedi-like order that doesn't choose between the dark and the light but rather explores both seeking balance. Since the chosen one was meant to bring balance, this is an example of what that might look like. This is conceptually an origin story, but there is no direct link to the current order or established characters, and perhaps like mirrors facing each other you can always go further.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I absolutely loved this book. All the family drama of a star wars story, with plenty of action and a fast read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I liked it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It has a great start and really draws you into the story.
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Charizard More than 1 year ago
A complex and compelling Star Wars novel (a spoiler-free review). Dawn of the Jedi is a complex, entertaining, fascinating, and compelling story of the ancient beginnings of what will become the familiar Star Wars universe. That complexity doesn’t always pay off, and at times I felt alienated and confused. But it’s always refreshing when Star Wars publishing takes risks! It’s got a lot going for it, and while I was not 100% satisfied, I was at least engaged. The story’s strong suits are its two major characters, Lanoree and Dalien Brock. The conflict between these two siblings really drives the plot and can pull the reader through the convoluted story elements. Lanoree is an extremely well-crafted female protagonist, who is undeniably good although she straddles the fence of light and dark. The idea of a antagonist who is not just another Sith Lord with daddy issues but instead is compelled to seek his destiny among the stars is a nice change of pace and really works in this case. Furthermore, the book does a good job establishing its sidekick, mentor, droid, spaceship, and home planet. George Lucas fanboys might even be pleasantly surprised by the inclusion and repurposing of his Ashla and Bogan ideas as the moons of said planet, Tython. Despite its strengths, Dawn of the Jedi’s peripheral elements are distracting at times. Someone picking up this novel because it takes place early in the Legends timeline may not discover the helpful comic material published by Dark Horse that really enhance the immense amount of new worldbuilding taking place in this new era of Star Wars storytelling. Without reading the Dawn of the Jedi comics, the Tho Yor concept and the various planets in the Tythan system might just be a bit much to grasp. There’s little doubt that had the sale to Disney not taken place, we would have seen this era receive the attention needed to flesh out the ideas introduced in this novel – but that’s an exchange I’ll make any day. As a novel, this one is good, especially if you’re willing to sink your teeth in. It’s certainly a wild ride!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Took some time getting used to the fact that she carried a sword and not a lightsaber but a a good read
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Amazing story
terhick More than 1 year ago
Ugh!!! I am not sure why Star Wars has this as their first book in the Star Wars Novel Timeline. I wanted to like this book. I wanted to be a fan of the series but this disappointed me. I finally had to abandon this book. Should I continue the series in hopes the next book will help my disappointment? There was nothing to hang on to. It just didn't go anywhere and I was wondering when I would feel the adventure. I felt like I was reading someone's homework or thesis paper. Pretty bad huh? Imagine how I felt. I hate writing bad reviews because I'm such a positive person. Forgive me. ;(
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Enjoying the books more than the movies. More information than the big screens can show.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I'm a huge Star Wars nerd and I like the Dawn of the Jedi comic, but I really struggled to get through this book unfortunately. It basically has nothing to do with the comic series aside from the setting and I just could not get into the story or the characters at all.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Incredibly disappointing read. It's not about the dawn of the Jedi, but the dawn of light speed. This story could have been so much better had it been written by an author with more imagination. Drew Karpyshyn would have been golden for this one. I suggest skipping this one if you're not new to the SW Universe. Trust me, you won't miss much.
Autlycus More than 1 year ago
Are there any more novels in this series (not graphic novels)?
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It kept my interest and I highly enjoyed it. Can't wait until the next book in this series is released.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I never thought I would find a Star Wars book I didn't like but I finaly did. It was hard for me to read this book, it just did not engage me the way it should have. You could have just as easily written this as a generic sci fi novel and it probably would have been a better read, and thst is just a crying shame. I had fairly high hopes for this book, here we have a whole 20000 years before A New Hope and the mythos that birthed the Jedi order. And I honestly have never been so dissapointed. This book had such huge potential to open up a previously untaped resource of history and good versus evil and it just turned into a typical soap opera sci fi drama between brother and sister.
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