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“Fans of the dark side should rejoice. Lockdown delivers a can’t-put-this-down tale of scum and villainy.”—Club Jade
“[Lockdown is] an action-packed ride that spins one entertaining chapter after another. The multiple layers of story keeps readers guessing what will happen next and just who will live and who will die. . . . It certainly adds to the character of Darth Maul while matching [Darth] Plagueis’s complexity with sheer fun. . . . Five out of five metal bikinis.”—Roqoo Depot
“Somehow, Schreiber is able to skate the line between hard-hitting prison story and the adventure and excitement I love from Star Wars in a way that doesn’t betray either genre. It’s really quite masterful.”—Big Shiny Robot
“Lockdown is an exciting, engaging read. . . . It actually lines up beautifully for a sequel, which I, for one, would love to read.”—Coffee with Kenobi
“The novel makes The Clone Wars better. It also illuminates The Phantom Menace. I think it’s the hallmark of the best tie-in fiction to resonate throughout other parts of the expanded universe in that way.”—Knights’ Archive
“By the fiftieth page, I was hooked. . . . Lockdown is a wonderful ‘antihero’ novel, where it’s just fine to root for the villain, because there are even worse things out there. This book was so fun and entertaining. I’ll have to keep an eye out for more Star Wars books from Schreiber.”—Seattle Geekly
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Cog Hive Seven
The first punch came at Maul sideways, spinning his upper body around with the sheer force of the impact and driving him back a half step before he fully recovered his equilibrium. Somewhere under his feet, the alloy plates of the cell’s floor seemed to shiver and quake, threatening to give way.
He spat out a tooth and wiped away the blood.
The creature in front of him was a walking trophy case of previous kills. Two and a half meters high, its massive shoulders and upper torso encased in jagged plates of primitive armor that clearly had once served as the jawbone and carapace of a much larger predator, it seemed to occupy an entire corner of the prison cell.
Maul stared at the thing. The gray slope of its face was a surgeon’s nightmare of ritualistic scars, metal rings and studs, wire loops, and hooks, with bluish sacks pulsating beneath its eyes, all of it siphoning down and inward toward a gaping, razor-toothed mouth. Even its arms seemed to have been plucked from two different organisms. The right hand was a blunt-knuckled fist, the left an elongated spider-fingered claw. Together they formed a mallet and blade, one made for pounding, the other for slashing. It was the right that had come careening out of nowhere just seconds before, slamming Maul backward and knocking out one of his teeth.
The thing reached down and picked up Maul’s incisor from the floor of the cell. Straightening up, it shoved the tooth into an empty space in its own mouth, twisting it until it lodged in place. Then it grinned at Maul as if asking how he liked the sight of one of his teeth in its mouth—another trophy for its collection.
Maul gazed back at it.
And then the rage came.
And the rage was good.
The uniform they’d given him was a standard orange jumpsuit whose heavy fabric cut off movement in most directions. Maul heard its seams ripping as he sprang at his opponent, closing the half-meter gap between them in less than a second. The thing responded exactly as he’d hoped, lunging up eagerly to meet his advance. Its mismatched arms pinwheeled wildly before it, swinging and clawing through the stale gray air of the cell, its voice screeching at him in a guttural, choking language he’d never heard before.
Let those be your dying words, Maul thought. Right here. Today.
Close enough now that he could smell the corpse-stink pouring off it like rotten meat, he fell into a reflexive series of moves. Both hands shot out and grabbed the creature by its throat, hoisting it up over his head and squeezing until he felt the deep tendons of its neck beginning to give and weaken in his grip. There was a wet, muffled click from somewhere inside the thing’s chest and a sudden glut of warm, thick, sticky fluid began spurting up from its throat.
The sight of it gave Maul no satisfaction, only the vaguely annoying realization that it never should have taken him this long to turn the battle to his advantage. Still, ending his opponent’s life quickly would restore a certain necessary balance to the encounter—if not honor, at least vindication. He tightened his grip, and the screaming sound got louder, becoming a broken, birdlike squawk. More blood leapt up, inky black and viscous, and started pouring from its mouth and eye sockets.
Executing a perfectly balanced spin, Maul swung the creature around and slammed it to the floor with a sharp clang, connecting hard enough that he felt the steel plates reverberate under his feet. The thing’s head drooped on its broken neck, lolling sideways to expose the throbbing vessels beneath its gray flesh.
Only now did Maul allow himself to exhale. As anticipated, he hadn’t needed his lightsaber staff or the Force to dispatch this waste of flesh—not that either was really an option. Staring down into the thing’s face, he raised his foot and planted his heel in the exposed throat, ready to pulverize the trachea, or whatever the thing used for an airway, with one decisive stomp. For an instant he met its sagging, inarticulate eyes.
Now, he instructed the thing, which seemed to be realizing that it was destined to finish out the final pathetic seconds of its life here in nameless obscurity. Die.
All at once, with blinding speed, the creature yanked loose and burst upright, reaching behind its back to produce what appeared to be a long bow staff. As the staff blurred toward him, Maul realized that the weapon, which he’d first taken to be a piece of wood or some kind of biomechanical hybrid, was actually a living organism—a serpent whose head lashed out at lightning velocity, latching onto his face, slashing at his eyes.
Maul recoiled, but it was too late. With a jolt, his vision was gone, burying him in instant darkness. This was the second time in as many seconds that the thing had caught him off guard, and now he knew why: the creature was somehow cut off from the Force, utterly detached from the deep field of heightened sensitivity from which he was constantly drawing information about his surroundings. The intuitive sensory abilities that he took for granted in any normal battle were simply not there.
An acidic heaviness took hold of his optic nerves like a slow drip, seeping in, sinking deep, and he realized that he could already feel the poison taking control, spreading out in concentric layers of numbness through the muscle and tissue of his face.
Now the thing’s shrieking laughter was everywhere. Willful. Triumphant.
You must end this now.
Maul straightened. The voice in his head was his own, an austere evocation of his own training. But the cadence was unmistakably his Master’s—an echo of pitiless instruction, hours, days, years of unyielding pain and discipline. Sidious was never far from him. The evocation of the Sith Lord’s presence here snapped him back instantly into the moment with total clarity.
Reaching up through blindness, Maul took hold of the serpent, grappling with its fully extended length. Somewhere in the void he could feel the rippling leathery sinew of the staff looping around his neck, felt the hundreds of small muscles twisting and constricting over his windpipe, pinching off his airway like a living noose. The next few seconds would be crucial.
He flexed, bent his head, and jerked it forward, but the thing would not release. It kept encircling him, looping round and round, defying every attempt to take hold of it.
Maul willed himself to be absolutely still, a study in perfect rigidity, allowing the serpent, in its moment of fatal overconfidence, to draw tighter still, stretching itself until he sensed its head coming back around in front of him once more. Still he waited. Above it all he could smell his opponent’s fetid stench, could feel the claws of his opponent raking his skin, twisting into his face, gouging for purchase. It shrieked at him, and this time the cry was pure victory, what might even have been laughter. Starved, insane. A warrior with nothing to lose.
You are no warrior, Maul thought. You know nothing of the dark side.
The moment had come. He grasped the head of the amphistaff, seizing its blunt nose and fanged mouth. His fingers took hold of its distended upper part, twisting, wrenching, until he tore the serpent’s head off its body with a moist and meaty pop.
The results were instantaneous. With a twitching galvanic shudder, the snake loosened and fell slack, the coils already beginning to slide from his neck, and Maul allowed himself a single, unobstructed breath before finishing his work here.
Somewhere in front of him, the attacker had already responded to the death of his weapon with a howl of cheated rage. Maul no longer heard it. Primal as it was, it was still only emotion, a cry of weakness no more instructive or relevant than the pain he’d willed away moments earlier. He had no more use for it now than he ever did.
He did, however, take advantage of his opponent’s scream just long enough to reach into its open mouth, feeling the moist warmth of its breath on his hand as he retrieved his tooth, plucking it from the thing’s gums. Holding the mouth agape, Maul crammed the serpent’s severed head inside, then clamped the gray lips tight to keep the snake’s head from falling out. He ripped three of the larger piercings from the thing’s right arm and jammed them upward through the lips, bending them back into barbed hooks and fastening the mouth shut with the serpent’s head still trapped inside. With his hands flattened against those lips, Maul could feel the head twitching around inside the mouth, sinking its fangs in reflexively, squirting out venom while his attacker jerked and spasmed and tried in vain to scream.
Still sightless, now holding his opponent at arm’s length, Maul inclined his own head down. He thrust forward, driving his horns into the thing’s sagging eyes, feeling them crushed to jelly against his scalp.
The spasms stopped, and Maul stepped back, releasing the body, allowing it to collapse at his feet.
He blinked and narrowed his own still-burning eyes, clutching his tooth in his hand. His vision was already starting to come back in murky shades of gunmetal gray and metallic blue. The process was infuriatingly slow, but it was happening. There was no reason not to assume that within a few hours, he would be fully recovered, and when—
The floor began to shake.
Maul whipped around, scanning the depths of his cell for the vibration’s source. From all around him, a ratcheting cacophony had taken hold of the cell, the sound of massive chains being dragged through the sprockets and pulleys of some vast piece of clockwork. It filled the entire chamber, rising to a deafening roar. Everything around him had begun to shift and tilt. Maul reached out, fingertips confirming what he’d already begun to suspect.
The walls were closing in.
This was no illusion, no side effect of crippled vision. The cell itself was literally changing shape—the individual steel plates that formed the walls and floors and ceiling all overlapping and sliding together like great mechanical scales, curving inward as the slant of its floor became steeper, transforming into a kind of bowl, opening in the middle to create a funnel.
Reaching backward, Maul grabbed the handhold bolted into the bench behind him, clutching it for balance and holding on tight. All around him, the grating howl and shriek of metal got louder as a hole opened in the middle of the floor.
He furrowed his brow, squinting down into it. His vision had become clear enough now that he could make out the lifeless corpse of his former attacker, the thing in its broken and now utterly useless organic armor sliding downward toward the center of the cell. It sagged forward on a streaking smear of its own black blood, a slave to simple physics, its passage into oblivion followed in short order by the limp, decapitated body of the snake-staff.
Maul watched as warrior and staff both slipped through the hole and out of sight into a bath of darkness almost as deep as the one from which he himself had just emerged. For an instant—was it real?—he thought he saw something pale and eyeless reaching up to suck the bodies down.
The hole closed again and the floor shifted itself, smoothing out and becoming flat once more. The clanking and shaking stopped. The cell around him had resumed its previous rectilinear shape.
Somewhere in front of him, a panel of red lights blinked and went green.
He waited as the cell began to carry him upward. --This text refers to an alternate kindle_edition edition.
- ASIN : B00E735G9G
- Publisher : Del Rey (January 28, 2014)
- Publication date : January 28, 2014
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Blood and guts everywhere, no way is this a Star Wars book. These books sold so poorly that they cancelled the entire product line and rebooted it.
That aside, Darth Maul in a prison sounded like a reasonably tight premise for a horror Star Wars novel and I was pleasantly surprised by the quality of the story and the brisk pace it kept. The prison setting of Cog Hive Seven was an engaging environment with its regularly scheduled arena battles and ever-shifting walls. Mr. Schreiber writes the multiple one-on-one fights Maul gets into with vivid detail and the amount of gore is appropriate to the story being told. Beyond the battles, we get to see Maul using his intellect and cunning to bluff and lie through situations as he muddles through his cryptic assignment to locate arms dealer Iram Radique. Radique’s part of the plot adds a mystery element to what otherwise might have been a very straightforward action/horror tale.
Being set before The Phantom Menace means Maul’s master Darth Sidious still has a master of his own and we get a few tantalizing scenes with Darth Plagueis. I would love to have read more of the Sidious/Plagueis intrigue: James Luceno’s novel about Plagueis gave us a chunk of that but here there is a unique opportunity to see the differing perspectives Plagueis and Sidious have concerning Maul’s role in their plans.
Maul: Lockdown is a big step up in quality from Red Harvest and it’s worthwhile to get into Maul’s perspective for a bit of time.
Given how little screentime Maul was given in Episode I, I never really understood the hype surrounding him in the fandom. Even his resurrection in The Clone Wars didn't really do much for me. Still, I wanted to give Lockdown a shot. I'm very glad I did.
Schreiber is a master of description and he shows off this talent from start to finish. I must say that if you're not familiar with his previous works, Lockdown is certainly not for the squeamish. The first few pages should be more than enough of an indication if you're not going to be able to handle the level of violence and gore in this story. Among the gruesome fight sequences, there are several instances focused on cannibal and mutilated inmates that are not for the faint of heart.
Aside from the surprising amount of violence, the plot itself is pretty straightforward if a bit convoluted. It felt as if Schreiber was trying a little too hard to make the mystery surrounding Maul's target, Iram Radique, well, mysterious. Several times in the beginning I thought I knew who he really was, only to be proven wrong time after time. I like when I can't figure something out within the first three chapters, but this went on for the majority of the book. And when Radique was finally revealed it was more of a letdown than all the anticipation had led me to believe.
Despite the bloodiness and the disappointment in Radique's reveal, I greatly enjoyed getting more inside Maul's head and learning a bit more about what makes him tick. In the film he was little more than a nightmarish apprentice of Sidious. In The Clone Wars he was still rather limited in dimension since his whole return was based and focused on his hatred of Obi-Wan. But in Lockdown he was actually given something to do and was shown to have intellect as well as emotion.
If Schreiber writes another Maul-centric novel I wouldn't turn it down.
This may be more of a sidenote than anything else, but my absolute favorite part was when Komari Vosa showed up. I'd only heard of her in passing while devouring everything I could of Asajj Ventress and Dooku's pre-Sith legacy (the parallels between Asajj and Komari are wonderful), so to have her show up in Lockdown was a welcome treat for me. Towards the very end I got the feeling that some kind of connection had been established between her and Maul. It's not very solid and possibly more due to my overactive imagination than Schreiber's intention in bringing her into the story, but it was enough to get my attention and add to my emotional investment.
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Why only three stars then?
1. The premise: Maul's mission, ill-defined at first, eventually emerges as a quest to obtain what, with Star Wars technology, sounds like seeking a catapult in the 21st century. It's hard to believe Darth Sidious would need these convoluted means to get it either.
2. The inclusion of a certain character irks me. I don't think this person fits in the proper (Legends) timeline so when he reared his ugly head, I suddenly felt put off. This, mind, is my personal preference and won't be shared by most, I expect.
3. Characters' actions have dubious motives, with the warden in particular acting repeatedly in a way that puts her in danger. Maul meanders around aimlessly a lot too.
4. Two characters are introduced very late on for no better reason than to generate chaos and again, their motives are confused.
It's never dull, always entertaining and well written ... It's just a bit aimless.
I really like the way this story fits into the wider Star Wars universe established in the novels - especially the Star Wars: Darth Plagueis , to which it perfectly connects. It also nicely relates to the story presented in the videogame Star Wars: Bounty Hunter . If you're a fan of the Extended Universe (now known as Legends, since Disney's acquisition of Lucasfilm) then I think you'll enjoy this book.
It's well-written and action-packed. Maul is presented as an enthusiastic apprentice determined to fulfil his master's wishes. He's a man filled with rage, and this empowers him, giving him strength. The essence of his dark personality is perfectly captured by the author. This is a much better book as compared to Maul's earlier outing ( Star Wars: Darth Maul Shadow Hunter ).
Overall, I highly recommend this book.
There was a fair deal of intrigue as Darth Maul pursued the elusive Iram Radique. But there was typical fighting action, of which the reader became accustomed of, that from Darth Maul, a Sith Lord Apprentice.
The setting was dark and malevolent ; an undercover mission of Darth Maul in a space prison.
All these elements helped to create a pulsating and exciting story. There was some reference to Joe Schreiber's other Star Wars work : "Death Troopers " as well.
Overall, a great work from Joe Schreiber.
The prison locale makes for quite a gripping atmosphere that offers a sense of claustrophobic entrapment. The gambling side of pitching prisoners against each other in a form of gladiatorial combat could easily be overplayed and the early stages of the novel do start to feel like a string a repetitive combats. Fortunately the author reigns it in just before it gets a bit dull and moves the story forward.
Using Darth Maul as a main protagonist is fraught with issues. The obvious one being that what we see of Darth Maul in the films is barely sufficient to provide him with enough depth of character to sustain the role of main protagonist. Much of Maul’s character has been developed within other Star Wars media (mainly the Clone Wars television series) and some of that is tapped into here to make him more substantial. The author is relatively successful at walking the line between developing Maul’s character and not moving him too far away from the soulless assassin he was in ‘The Phantom Menace’. Furthermore, Darth Maul is certainly no hero, and his potential to fulfil an anti-hero role is somewhat dubious due to his lack of personality. It makes it very difficult to arouse the reader’s sympathies for the book’s main character. The author does make a good effort at this though.
Much like Maul himself, the reader doesn’t entirely know what is going on throughout the novel. Darth Sidious’ objectives remain unclear, even by the close of the story. Part of the enjoyment of the story is not knowing what the objectives are of several characters and trying to work them out. The nature of the story allows for these to remain mysterious to some degree and gives a good sense of there being the wider Sith plot to dominate the galaxy. The various machinations of both Darth Sidious and Darth Plagueis also seem to reflect events featured in the novel ‘Darth Plagueis’ and there is some overlap between the two books. Knowledge of ‘Darth Plagueis’ is not necessary to enjoy this novel but it does give it more depth and intrigue.
I've given it five Stars but I still have a few little grumbles - (spoilers)
Maul's lack of use of the force due to Sidious' requirements, understandable but unbeliveable - although it addded to the tension, I do like a bit of force use in my Sith Lords, just a sneaky bit here and there would have been nice, Sith's are supposed to cheat aren't they?
A bit more Plagious and Sideous would have been nice, can't see why chucking a bit more in would have hurt? Their relationship was slightly different in this than in the previous book, more tension which I think, in retrospect was misssing from 'Darth Plagious'.
I felt the wrap up at the end was a little weak and I would have liked a meeting between Maul and Sidious, but hardly a massive issue.
A couple more fights perhaps but this is beeing greedy, but I think there were a few species that could have given Maul a run for his money? Trandoshan, Wookie (don't tell me there wasn't a Wookie kicking around in there?).
I thought the Nogri and Maul would have had a face off. Perhaps even literally.....
I loved this book though, right up there with some of the best in my opinion, but I like a Sith Lord romp. This arrived a bit later than 'Kenobi' which I was a short way into, I put Kenobi down and read this. Best decision I could have made - Kenobi was so slow it made this book seem like I'd pushed the leaver for hyper space.