Outbound Flight (Star Wars - Legends) Mass Market Paperback – Illustrated, January 30, 2007
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The light freighter Bargain Hunter moved through space, silver-gray against the blackness, the light of the distant stars reflecting from its hull. Its running lights were muted, its navigational beacons quiet, its viewports for the most part as dark as the space around it.
Its drive gunning for all it was worth.
“Hang on!” Dubrak Qennto barked over the straining roar of the engines. “Here he comes again!”
Clenching his teeth firmly together to keep them from chattering, Jorj Car’das got a grip on his seat’s armrest with one hand as he finished punching coordinates into the nav computer with the other. Just in time; the Bargain Hunter jinked hard to the left as a pair of brilliant green blaster bolts burned past the bridge canopy. “Car’das?” Qennto called. “Snap it up, kid.”
“I’m snapping, I’m snapping,” Car’das called back, resisting the urge to point out that the outmoded nav equipment was Qennto’s property, not his. As was the lack of diplomacy and common sense that had gotten them into this mess in the first place. “Can’t we just talk to them?”
“Terrific idea,” Qennto bit out. “Be sure to compliment Progga on his fairness and sound business sense. That always works on Hutts.”
The last word was punctuated by another cluster of blaster shots, this group closer than the last. “Rak, the engines can’t hold this speed forever,” Maris Ferasi warned from the copilot’s seat, her dark hair flashing with green highlights every time a shot went past.
“Doesn’t have to be forever,” Qennto said with a grunt. “Just till we have some numbers. Car’das?”
On Car’das’s board a light winked on. “Ready,” he called, punching the numbers over to the pilot’s station. “It’s not a very long jump, though—”
He was cut off by a screech from somewhere aft, and the flashing blaster bolts were replaced by flashing starlines as the Bargain Hunter shot into hyperspace.
Car’das took a deep breath, let it out silently. “This is not what I signed up for,” he muttered to himself. Barely six standard months after signing on with Qennto and Maris, this was already the second time they’d had to run for their lives from someone.
And this time it was a Hutt they’d frizzled. Qennto, he thought darkly, had a genuine talent for picking his fights.
“You okay, Jorj?”
Car’das looked up, blinking away a drop of sweat that had somehow found its way into his eye. Maris was swiveled around in her chair, looking back at him with concern. “I’m fine,” he said, wincing at the quavering in his voice.
“Of course he is,” Qennto assured Maris as he also turned around to look at their junior crewer. “Those shots never even got close.”
Car’das braced himself. “You know, Qennto, it may not be my place to say this—”
“It isn’t; and don’t,” Qennto said gruffly, turning back to his board.
“Progga the Hutt is not the sort of person you want mad at you,” Car’das said anyway. “I mean, first there was that Rodian—”
“A word about shipboard etiquette, kid,” Qennto cut in, turning just far enough to send a single eye’s worth of glower at Car’das. “You don’t argue with your captain. Not ever. Not unless you want this to be your first and last tour with us.”
“I’d settle for it not being the last tour of my life,” Car’das muttered.
“What was that?”
Car’das grimaced. “Nothing.”
“Don’t let Progga worry you,” Maris soothed. “He has a rotten temper, but he’ll cool off.”
“Before or after he racks the three of us and takes all the furs?” Car’das countered, eyeing the hyperdrive readings uneasily. That mauvine nullifier instability was definitely getting worse.
“Oh, Progga wouldn’t have racked us,” Qennto scoffed. “He’d have left that to Drixo when we had to tell her he’d snatched her cargo. You do have that next jump ready, right?”
“Working on it,” Car’das said, checking the computer. “But the hyperdrive—”
“Heads up,” Qennto interrupted. “We’re coming out.”
The starlines collapsed back into stars, and Car’das keyed for a full sensor scan.
And jerked as a salvo of blaster shots sizzled past the canopy.
Qennto barked a short expletive. “What the frizz?”
“He followed us,” Maris said, sounding stunned.
“And he’s got the range,” Qennto snarled as he threw the Bargain Hunter into another series of stomach-twisting evasive maneuvers. “Car’das, get us out of here!”
“Trying,” Car’das called back, fighting to read the computer displays as they bounced and wobbled in front of his eyes. There was no way it was going to calculate the next jump before even Qennto’s luck ran out and the fuming Hutt back there finally connected.
But if Car’das couldn’t find a place for them to go, maybe he could find all the places for them not to go . . .
The sky directly ahead was full of stars, but there was plenty of empty black between them. Picking the biggest of the gaps, he punched the vector into the computer. “Try this one,” he called, keying it to Qennto.
“What do you mean try?” Maris asked.
The freighter rocked as a pair of shots caught it squarely on the aft deflector. “Never mind,” Qennto said before Car’das could answer. He punched the board, and once again the starlines lanced out and faded into the blotchy hyperspace sky.
Maris exhaled in a huff. “That was too close.”
“Okay, so maybe he is mad at us,” Qennto conceded. “Now. Like Maris said, kid, what do you mean, try this one?”
“I didn’t have time to calculate a proper jump,” Car’das explained. “So I just aimed us into an empty spot with no stars.”
Qennto swiveled around. “You mean an empty spot with no visible stars?” he asked ominously. “An empty spot with no collapsed stars, or pre-star dark masses, or something hidden behind dust clouds? That kind of empty spot?” He waved a hand toward the canopy. “And out toward the Unknown Regions on top of it?”
“We don’t have enough data in that direction for him to have done a proper calculation anyway,” Maris said, coming unex- pectedly to Car’das’s defense.
“That’s not the point,” Qennto insisted.
“No, the point is that he got us away from Progga,” Maris said. “I think that deserves at least a thank-you.”
Qennto rolled his eyes. “Thank you,” he said. “Such thanks to be rescinded if and when we run through a star you didn’t see, of course.”
“I think it’s more likely the hyperdrive will blow up first,” Car’das warned. “Remember that nullifier problem I told you about? I think it’s getting—”
He was cut off by a wailing sound from beneath them, and with a lurch the Bargain Hunter leapt forward like a giffa on a scent.
“Running hot!” Qennto shouted, spinning back to his board. “Maris, shut ’er down!”
“Trying,” Maris called back over the wailing as her fingers danced across her board. “Control lines are looping—can’t get a signal through.”
With a curse, Qennto popped his straps and heaved his bulk out of his seat. He sprinted down the narrow aisle, his elbow barely missing the back of Car’das’s head as he passed. Poking uselessly at his own controls, Car’das popped his own strap release and started to follow.
“Car’das, get up here,” Maris called, gesturing him forward.
“He might need me,” Car’das said as he nevertheless reversed direction and headed forward.
“Sit,” she ordered, nodding sideways at Qennto’s vacated pilot’s seat. “Help me watch the tracker—if we veer off this vector before Rak figures out how to pull the plug, I need to know about it.”
“Word of advice, friend,” she interrupted, her eyes still on her displays. “This is Rak’s ship. If there are any tricky repairs to be made, he’s the one who’ll make them.”
“Even if I happen to know more about a particular system than he does?”
“Especially if you happen to know more about it than he does,” she said drily. “But in this case, you don’t. Trust me.”
“Fine,” Car’das said with a sigh. “Such trust to be rescinded if and when we blow up, of course.”
“You’re learning,” she said approvingly. “Now run a systems check on the scanners and see if the instability’s bled over into them. Then do the same for the nav computer. Once we get through this, I want to make sure we can find our way home again.”
- Publisher : Del Rey (January 30, 2007)
- Language : English
- Mass Market Paperback : 464 pages
- ISBN-10 : 034545684X
- ISBN-13 : 978-0345456847
- Item Weight : 8 ounces
- Dimensions : 4.17 x 1 x 6.86 inches
- Best Sellers Rank: #79,275 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
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I would be very interested to hear Marc Thompson do an unabridged version of this!
What I LOVE about this book is THRAWN. He doesn't care or know anything about the larger galaxy than his area called the Chiss Expansionary Defense Fleet, and he commits some questionable acts as a military leader per his people, the Chiss, and he BEATS THE CRAP OUTTA JEDI AND THE "PRE-IMPERIALS" and just by strategy and tactics. This book shows why he is a military genius. All the while, he's cool, calm and collected.
What I did not like too much time on how awesome Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker is and the activities they do. I did not feel they were leads here. THRAWN was. I was begging to see more THRAWN. Not the known ideas of the Jedi. But then THRAWN turns a Jedi to the dark side... A non-Force user turning a Jedi... WOW!
Another thing I liked is the short story, "THE MIST ENCOUNTER". I liked it ONLY for THRAWN and how cunning he was after being stranded on a planet only to take down a newly formed Empire. And he did it so eloquently. Only thing was at the end was it was too quick in pace explaining how he did it, and how the leader of the expedition, Parck figured out it was an intelligent savage and only to find out it was an alien - a Chiss, which was THRAWN. The other issue was how welcoming Parck became and the 50 different directions he could use to control THRAWN. Apologies for the spoilers.
The audience for this book is anyone who has a desire to read a really good Star Wars Legends book written by one the best Star Wars author, Timothy Zahn. I suggest that ages 13+ can read this book with ease.
Top reviews from other countries
1: You have Obi-Wan-Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker leave halfway through but even on board, you hardly hear from Anakin, more from Ob-Wan
2: You have 17 Jedi on board as said in the review but why is Master Jedi Jorus C'baoth and Lorana Jinzler just used?
Zahn handles the action , the characters the politics and the narrative with equal aplomb. Jedi Masters try to handle the machinations of egotistical leader Jorus C'baoth whilst being offered the full "support" of Chancellor Palpatine. One does not need to have spoilers as to how that goes.
After all the difficulties of politicking, when the group of Jedi Masters with 6 fully armed Dreadnought class warships encounter an alien Empire embodied y 3 small Patrol boats under an over confident young Commander the threat level must seem so minimal as to be comical.
Not when that commander is Thrawn.
A good read that races by but apart from introducing Thrawn does not offer too much in canonical importance but is great fun.
It all starts really intrueging... only to be slowed down by an overly long, not to nesesery side quest, which is meant to introduce some characters and give the main story a jump start. But once you get through it, Outbound Flight flies...
Timothy Zahn really knows how to make you want to keep reading, even when C'Boath's rule is to fast accepted and even Obi Wan is rduced to a help less bystander. The author also tends to overuse the phrase "his/heres throat/stomach/whatever thightened" every time someone feels kinda threatened..
Maybe not a perfect book, but definelty worthy of a Star Wars fans time.
Reading it I felt like beening that teenage boy again, having "Heir to the Empire" in my hands for the first time.
If you do not dig Star Wars... better keep away... or at least watch the movies first...