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Crosscurrent (Star Wars) (Star Wars - Legends) Mass Market Paperback – January 26, 2010
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The Past: 5,000 years before the Battle of Yavin
The crust of Phaegon III’s largest moon burned, buckled, and crumbled under the onslaught. Sixty-four specially equipped cruisers—little more than planetary-bombardment weapons systems with a bit of starship wrapped around them—flew in a suborbital, longitudinal formation. The sleek silver cruisers, their underbellies aglow in reflected destruction, struck Saes as unexpectedly beautiful. How strange that they could unleash annihilation in such warm, glorious colors.
Plasma beams shrieked from the bow of each cruiser and slammed into the arboreal surface of the moon, shimmering green umbilicals that wrote words of ruin across the surface and saturated the world in fire and pain. Dust and a swirl of thick black smoke churned in the atmosphere as the cruisers methodically vaporized large swaths of the moon’s surface.
The bright light and black smoke of destruction filled Harbinger’s viewscreen, drowning out the orange light of the system’s star. Except for the occasional beep of a droid or a murmured word, the bridge crew sat in silence, their eyes fixed alternately on their instruments and the viewscreen. Background chatter on the many comm channels droned over the various speakers, a serene counterpoint to the chaos of the moon’s death. Saes’s keen olfactory sense caught a whiff of his human crew’s sweat, spiced with the tang of adrenaline.
Watching the cruisers work, watching the moon die, Saes was reminded of the daelfruits he’d enjoyed in his youth. He had spent many afternoons under the sun of his homeworld, peeling away the daelfruit’s coarse, brown rind to get at the core of sweet, pale flesh.
Now he was peeling not a fruit but an entire moon.
The flesh under the rind of the moon’s crust—the Lignan they were mining—would ensure a Sith victory in the battle for Kirrek and improve Saes’s place in the Sith hierarchy. He would not challenge Shar Dakhon immediately, of course. He was still too new to the Sith Order for that. But he would not wait overlong.
Evil roots in unbridled ambition, Relin had told him once.
Saes smiled. What a fool his onetime Master had been. Naga Sadow rewarded ambition.
“Status?” he queried his science droid, 8K6.
The fires in the viewscreen danced on the anthropomorphic droid’s reflective silver surface as it turned from its instrument console to address him.
“Thirty-seven percent of the moon’s crust is destroyed.”
Wirelessly connected to the console’s readout, the droid did not need to glance back for an update on the information as the cruisers continued their work.
“Thirty-eight percent. Thirty-nine.”
Saes nodded, turned his attention back to the viewscreen. The droid fell silent.
Despite Harbinger’s distance from the surface, the Force carried back to Saes the terror of the pre-sentient primates that populated the moon’s surface. Saes imagined the small creatures fleeing through the trees, screeching, relentlessly pursued by, and inevitably consumed in, fire. They numbered in the hundreds of thousands. Their fear caressed his mind, as faint, fleeting, and pleasing as morning fog.
His fellow Sith on Harbinger and Omen would be feeling the same thing as the genocide progressed to its inexorable conclusion. Perhaps even the Massassi aboard each ship would, in their dim way, perceive the ripples in the Force.
Long ago, when Saes had been a Jedi, before he had come to understand the dark side, such wholesale destruction of life might have struck him as wrong. He knew better now. There was no absolute right and wrong. There was only power. And those who wielded it defined right and wrong for themselves. That realization was the freedom offered by the dark side and the reason the Jedi would fall, first at Kirrek, then at Coruscant, then all over the galaxy.
“Temperature in the wake?” he asked.
The science droid consulted the sensor data on its compscreen. “Within the tolerance of the harvester droids.”
Saes watched the cruisers slide through the atmosphere and light the moon on fire. He turned in his command chair to face his second in command, Los Dor. Dor’s mottled, deep red skin looked nearly black in the dim light of the bridge. His yellow eyes mirrored the moon’s fires. He never seemed to look up into Saes’s eyes, instead focusing his gaze on the twin horns that jutted from the sides of Saes’s jaw.
Saes knew Dor was as much a spy for Naga Sadow as he was an ostensible aide to himself. Among other things, Dor was there to ensure that Saes returned the Lignan—all of the Lignan—to Sadow’s forces at Primus Goluud.
The tentacles on Dor’s face quivered, and the cartilaginous ridges over his eyes rose in a question.
“Give the order to launch the harvester droids, Colonel,” Saes said to him. “Harbinger’s and Omen’s.”
“Yes, Captain,” Dor responded. He turned to his console and transmitted the order to both ships.
The honorific Captain still struck Saes’s hearing oddly. He was accustomed to leading hunting parties as a First, not ships as a Captain.
In moments hundreds of cylindrical pods streaked out of Harbinger’s launching bay, and hundreds more flew from her sister ship, Omen, all of them streaking across the viewscreen. They hit the atmosphere and spat lines of fire as they descended. The sight reminded Saes of a pyrotechnic display.
“Harvester droids away,” 8K6 intoned.
“Stay with the droids and magnify,” Saes said.
“Copy,” answered Dor, and nodded at the young human helmsman who controlled the viewscreen.
The harvester droids’ trajectories placed them tens of kilometers behind the destruction wrought by the mining cruisers. Most of them were lost to sight in the smoke, but the helmsman kept the viewscreen’s perspective on a dozen or so that descended through a clear spot in the sky.
“Attrition among the droids upon entry is negligible,” said 8K6. “Point zero three percent.”
The helmsman further magnified the viewscreen again, then again.
Five kilos above the surface, the droids arrested their descent with thrusters, unfolded into their insectoid forms, and gently dropped to the charred, superheated surface. Anti-grav servos and platform pads on their six legs allowed them to walk on the smoking ruin without harm.
“Give me a view from one of the droids.”
“Copy, sir,” said Dor.
The helm worked his console, and half the viewscreen changed to a perspective of a droid’s-eye view of the moon. A murmur ran through the bridge crew, an exhalation of awe. Even 8K6 looked up from the instrumentation.
The voice of Captain Korsin, commander of Harbinger’s sister ship, Omen, broke through the comm chatter and boomed over the bridge speakers.
“That is a sight.”
“It is,” Saes answered.
Smoke rose in wisps from the exposed subcrust. The heat of the plasma beams had turned the charred surface as hard and brittle as glass. Thick cracks and chasms lined the subcrust, veins through which only smoke and ash flowed. Waves of heat rose from the surface, distorting visibility and giving the moon an otherworldly, dream-like feel.
Hundreds of harvester droids dotted the surface, metal flies clinging to the moon’s seared corpse. Walking in their awkward, insectoid manner, they arranged themselves into orderly rows, their high-pitched droidspeak mere chatter in the background.
“Sensors activating,” intoned 8K6.
As one, long metal proboscises extended from each of the droids’ faces. They ambled along in the wake of the destruction, waving their proboscises over the surface like dowsing rods, fishing the subsurface for the telltale molecular signature of Lignan.
Thinking of the Lignan, Saes licked his lips, tasted a faint flavor of phosphorous. He had handled a small Lignan crystal years before and still remembered the charge he had felt while holding it. His connection with that crystal had been the first sign of his affinity for the dark side.
The unusual molecular structure of Lignan attuned it to the dark side and enhanced a Sith’s power when using the Force. The Sith had not been able to locate any significant deposits of the crystals in recent decades—until now, until just before the battle for Kirrek. And it was Saes who had done it.
A few standard months ago, Naga Sadow had charged Saes with locating some deposits of the rare crystal for use in the war. It was a test, Saes knew. And Los Dor, his ostensible aide, was grading him. The Force had given Saes his answer, had brought him eventually, and at the last possible moment before the conflict began, to Phaegon III. The Force had used him as a tool to ensure Sith victory.
The realization warmed him. His scaled skin creaked as he adjusted his weight in his chair.
He would harvest enough Lignan from Phaegon III’s moon to equip almost every Sith Lord and Massassi warrior preparing for the assault on Kirrek. If he’d had more time, he could have mined the moon in a more methodical, less destructive fashion. But he did not have time, and Sadow would not tolerate delay.
So Saes had created his own right and wrong, and the primates and other life-forms on Phaegon III’s moon had died for it.
He tapped his forefinger on his lightsaber hilt—its curved form reminiscent of a claw—impatient to see the results of the droids’ sensor scans. He leaned forward in his chair when an excited beep announced the first discovery of a Lignan signature. Another joined it. Another. He shared a look with Dor and could not tell from the fix of Dor’s mouth, partially masked as it was by a beard of tentacles, if his colonel was pleased or displeased.
“There it is, Saes,” said Korsin from Omen. “We’ve done it.”
Top Customer Reviews
Yes, I'm a faithful Star Wars reader. I am a Star Wars freak. I own every Expanded Universe novel, have read them cover to cover. And for some reason, my passion for Star Wars - regardless that I have spent my money on them - has waned. Perhaps it is because the Star Wars line has ALWAYS been about Luke, Han, Leia and the kids, and the same enemies (I have to say I'm not really that impressed with the Fate of the Jedi series, but I will continue to read it because, well, I'm a Star Wars fan).
But I admit this today: Paul S. Kemp has re-affirmed my love for Star Wars in his debut EU release, Crosscurrent.
Kemp takes a fresh look at the Star Wars EU, mixing in names we've heard about and have loved and adds strong pacing that leaves the reader wondering how he got to page 153 when it seemed he was just on page 32. He takes a little-known Jedi by the name of Jaden Korr and mixes him in with a pair of scavengers -- one who was born during the time of Outbound Flight, the other a Cerean with light Force-sensitivity -- as well as a Jedi transported through time 5,000 years from the time of Naga Sadow (a living Holocron, if you will), and turns the tale into an instant Star Wars classic.
As far as the story is, this book is supposed to be a "stand alone" storyline; that is, it is not part of a series. Though, I just read that in 2011 or 2012 there will be a follow up to this book. Nevertheless, the story stands on its own with "some" finality to it.
I like that Paul S. Kemp sheds light on an EU character from the video game "Jedi Knight: Jedi Academy" - Jaden Korr. Along with some other interesting characters and fantastic situations that make for an interesting read.
Overall, I liked the book and its story, characters, and events. On a scale from 1-10, I give it a respectable 7. Worthy of a read.
The book is structured brilliantly. Featuring time jumps from the ’present’ (the book is set shortly after the Battle of Yavin) to an event which occurred 5,000 years in the past, the twin story arcs eventually merge to become one of the most compelling plot lines to be found this side of the Outer Rim.
Jedi Knight Jaden Korr is drawn to a deep space distress signal and he elects to follow it without letting any of his fellow Jedi know of his plans. What he finds there will shock him - and the reader - into a state of total bewilderment. Read the back of this glorious paperback if you want the details. But if your heart isn’t pumping at close to the speed of light after absorbing this blurb, then I don’t know what you are reading SW books for.
Every chapter is complete with its own set of sub chapters, and each of these virtually contain their own sub missions. Humour plays a role in the book, too, but only very briefly, and it is counterbalanced by the presence of dark force users and the mention of Sith and the Masters of Sith.Read more ›
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Dark Force Rising (Star Wars: The Thrawn Trilogy, Book 2)
The Last Command (Star Wars: The Thrawn Trilogy, Vol. 3)
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Too many other problems to mention them all. I'll just go over the main ones.
There used to be a thing called the Kaiburr Crystal that pretty much everyone willed out of the Star Wars universe. Paul Kemp now brings something back in the form of Lignan ore, that not only gives Dark Force users power, evil emanates through it and nudges good people over the edge.
Seriously, if this thing existed 5000 BBY, the whole universe would have been overrun with Sith. There wouldn't be anything called Jedi. Saes wasn't the only one who knew of or had the Lignan ore. What happened to the rest of the stuff?
The first few chapters yank the reader back and forth 5000 years. Would you know it but technology wasn't so different back then. Ships can fly, the language is recognizable, and lightsabers look the same, except the old ones are connected to a power pack. I suppose if they can fly through space, there's not much left to improve.
Guess what? When you go through hyperspace with a bad hyperdrive, you travel through time. You'd think that would have happened more than once in 5000 years, right? I mean, this is the only time it's ever happened so that everyone is surprised?
This was a character that should never have been written. He needs Jaden's soup? No one else's soup, just Jaden's?Read more ›
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Past and future collide here in a well told take of soul searching and final discovery. A well told take bringing old school and recent Jedi face to face with their ideology.Published 4 months ago by Theo Lindsey
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