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True Colors (Star Wars: Republic Commando, Book 3) Mass Market Paperback – October 30, 2007
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Look, all I know is this. The Seps can’t have as many droids as Intel says—we’ve seen that when we’ve sabotaged their factories. And if they have gazillions of them somewhere, why not overrun the whole Republic now and get it over with? Come to that, why won’t the Chancellor listen to the generals and just smash the key Sep targets instead of dragging this war out, spreading us thin from Core to Rim? Add that garbage to the message Lama Su sent him griping about the clone contract expiring in a couple of years—it all stinks. And when it stinks that bad, we get ready to run, because it’s our shebse on the line here. Understand?
—Sergeant Kal Skirata to the Null ARCs, discussing the future in light of new intelligence gathered during their unauthorized infiltration of Tipoca City, 462 days after Geonosis
Republic fleet auxilliary Core Conveyor, en route for Mirial, 2nd Airborne (212th Battalion) and Omega Squad embarked, 470 days after Geonosis
“Nice of you to join us, Omega,” said Sergeant Barlex, one hand wrapped around the grab rail in the ship’s hangar. “And may I be the first to say that you look like a bunch of complete prats?”
Darman waited for Niner to tell Barlex where to shove his opinion, but he didn’t take the bait and carried on adjusting the unfamiliar winged jet pack. It was just the usual bravado that went with being scared and hyped up for a mission. Okay, so the sky troopers’ standard pack didn’t fit comfortably on Republic commando Katarn armor, but for accuracy of insertion it still beat paragliding. Darman had vivid and painful memories of a low-opening emergency jump on Qiilura that hadn’t been on target, unless you counted trees. So he was fine with a pair of white wings—even if they were the worst bolt-on goody in the history of procurement in the Grand Army of the Republic.
Fi activated his wing mechanism, and the two blades swung into horizontal position with a hiss of hydraulics, nearly smacking Barlex in the face. Fi smiled and flapped his arms. “Want to see my impression of a Geonosian?”
“What, plummeting to the ground in a spray of bug- splatter after I put a round through you?” said Barlex.
“You’re so masterful.”
“I’m so a sergeant, Private—”
“Couldn’t you at least get us matte-black ones?” Fi asked. “I don’t want to plunge to my doom with uncoordinated accessories. People will talk.”
“You’ll have white, and like it.” Barlex was the senior NCO of Parjai Squad, airborne troops with a reputation for high-risk missions that Captain Ordo called “assertive outreach.” The novelty of supporting special forces had clearly worn off. Barlex pushed Fi’s flight blades back into the closed position and maintained a scowl. “Anyway, I thought you bunch were born-again Mandalorians. Jet packs should make you feel right at home.”
“Off for caf and cakes afterward?”
Barlex was still unsmiling granite. “Orders are to drop extra matériel and other useless ballast, meaning you, and then shorten our survival odds again by popping in for a chat with the Seps on Mirial.”
Fi did his wounded concern act, hands clasped under his chin. “Is it the Mando thing that’s coming between us, dear?”
“Just my appreciation of the irony that we’re fighting Mando mercenaries in some places.”
“I’d better keep you away from Sergeant Kal, then . . .”
“Yeah, you do that,” said Barlex. “I lost ten brothers thanks to them.”
Clone troopers might have been able to sing “Vode An,” but it was clear that the proud Mandalorian heritage hadn’t quite percolated through all the ranks. Darman decided not to tell Skirata. He’d be mortified. He wanted all Jango Fett’s clones to have their souls saved for the manda by some awareness of the only fragile roots they had. Barlex’s hostility would break his heart.
The compartment went quiet. Darman flexed his shoulders, wondering how Geonosians coped with wings: did they sleep on their backs, or hang like hawk-bats, or what? He’d only ever seen the bugs moving or dead, so it remained another unanswered question. He had a lot of those. Niner, ever alert to the mood of his squad, walked around each of them and checked the makeshift securing straps, yanking hard on the harness that looped between Fi’s legs. Fi yelped.
Niner gave Fi that three-beat silent stare, just like Skirata. “Don’t want anything falling off, do we, son?”
“No, Sarge. Not before I’ve had a chance to try it out, anyway.”
Niner continued the stare for a little longer. “Sitrep briefing in ten, then.” He indicated the hatch and inspected the interior of his helmet. “Let’s not keep General Zey waiting.”
Barlex stood silent as if he was working up to telling them something, then shrugged and took Niner’s indication that what was to follow wasn’t for his ears. Darman did what he always did before an insertion: he settled in a corner to recheck his suit calibration. Atin inspected Fi’s jet pack clips with a critical frown.
“I could knit better attachments than these,” he muttered.
“Do you think you could try cheery and upbeat sometime, At’ika?” Fi asked.
Niner joined in the inspection ritual. It was all displacement activity, but nobody could ever accuse Omega Squad of leaving things to chance. “All it has to do is stay attached to Fi until he lands,” he said.
Fi nodded. “That would be nice.”
Atin set the encrypted holoreceiver he had been holding on a bulkhead ledge and locked the compartment hatches. Darman couldn’t imagine any clone trooper being a security risk, and wondered if they were offended by being shut out of Spec Ops briefings as if they were civilians. But they seemed to take it as routine, apparently uncurious and uncomplaining, because that was the way they’d been trained since birth: they had their role, and the Republic commandos had theirs. That was what the Kaminoans had told them, anyway.
But it wasn’t entirely true. Trooper Corr, last surviving man of his whole company, was now on SO Brigade strength and seemed to be enjoying himself charging around the galaxy with the Null ARCs. He was becoming quite a double act with Lieutenant Mereel; they shared a taste for the finer points of booby traps. They also enjoyed exploring the social scene, as Skirata put it, of every city they happened to pass through.
Corr fits in just fine. I bet they all can, given the chance and the training.
Darman slipped on his helmet and retreated into his own world, comlinks closed except for the priority override that would let the squad break into the circuit and alert him. If he let his mind drift, the scrolling light display of his HUD blurred and became the nightscape of Coruscant, and he could immerse himself in the precious memory of those brief and illicit days in the city with Etain. Sometimes he felt as if she were standing behind him, a feeling so powerful that he’d look over his shoulder to check. Now he recognized the sensation for what it was: not his imagination or longing, but a Jedi—his Jedi—reaching out in the Force to him.
She’s General Tur-Mukan. You’re well out of line, soldier.
He felt her touch now, just the fleeting awareness of someone right next to him. He couldn’t reach back: he just hoped that however the Force worked, it let her know that he knew she was thinking of him. But why did the Force speak to so few beings, if it was universal? Darman felt a pang of mild resentment. The Force was another aspect of life that was closed to him, but at least that was true for pretty well everyone. It didn’t bother him anywhere near as much as the dawning realization that he didn’t have what most others did: a little choice.
He’d once asked Etain what would happen to the clone troops when the war was over—when they won. He couldn’t think about losing. Where would they go? How would they be rewarded? She didn’t know. The fact that he didn’t know, either, fed a growing uneasiness.
Maybe the Senate hasn’t thought that far ahead.
Fi turned to pick up his helmet and started calibrating the display, the expression on his face distracted and not at all happy. This was Fi unguarded: not funny, not wisecracking, and alone with his thoughts. Darman’s helmet let him observe his brother without provoking a response. Fi had changed, and it had happened during the operation on Coruscant. Darman felt Fi was preoccupied by something the rest of them couldn’t see, like a hallucination you’d never tell anyone about because you thought you were going crazy. Or maybe you were afraid nobody else would admit to it. Darman had a feeling he knew what it was, so he never talked about Etain, and Atin never went on about Laseema. It wasn’t fair to Fi.
The Core Conveyor’s drives had a very soothing frequency. Darman settled into that light doze where he was still conscious but his thoughts rambled free of his control.
Yes, Coruscant was the problem. It had given them all a glimpse into a parallel universe where people lived normal lives. Darman was smart enough to realize that his own life wasn’t normal—that he’d been bred to fight, nothing else—but his gut said something else entirely: that it wasn’t right or fair.
He’d have volunteered, he was sure of that. They wouldn’t have had to force him. All he wanted at the end of it was some time with Etain. He didn’t know what else life had to offer, but he knew there was a lot of it he would never live to see. He’d been alive for eleven standard years, coming up on twelve. He was twenty-three or twenty-four, the manual said. It wasn’t time enough to live.
Sergeant Kal said we’d been robbed.
Fierfek, I hope Etain can’t feel me getting angry.
“I wish I could sit there and just relax like you, Dar,” Atin said. “How’d you get to be so calm? You didn’t learn it from Kal, that’s for sure.”
There’s just Sergeant Kal and Etain and my brothers. Oh, and Jusik. General Jusik’s one of us. Nobody else really cares.
“I’ve got a clean conscience,” Darman said. It had come as a surprise to him after years of cloistered training on Kamino to discover that many cultures in the galaxy regarded him as a killer, something immoral. “Either that, or I’m too tired to worry.”
Now he was going to Gaftikar to do some more kill- ing. The Alpha ARCs might have been sent in to train the local rebels, but Omega were being inserted to topple a government. It wasn’t the first, and it probably wouldn’t be the last.
“Heads up, people, here we go.” Niner activated the receiver. The blue holoimage leapt from the projector and burly, bearded Jedi General Arligan Zey, Director of Special Forces, was suddenly sitting in the compartment with them.
“Good afternoon, Omega,” he said. It was the middle of the night as far as they were concerned. “I’ve got a little good news for you.”
Fi was back on the secure helmet comlink now. Darman’s red HUD audio icon indicated that only he could hear him. “Which means the rest of it is bad.”
“That’s good, sir,” said Niner, deadpan. “Have we located ARC Alpha-Thirty?”
Zey seemed to ignore the question. “Null Sergeant A’den’s sent secure drop zone coordinates, and you’re clear to go in.”
Fi’s comlink popped in Darman’s ear again. “Here comes the but.”
“But,” Zey went on, “ARC Trooper Alpha-Thirty now has to be treated as MIA. He hasn’t reported in for two months, and that isn’t unusual, but the local resistance told Sergeant A’den that they lost contact about the same time.”
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This particular book continues the saga from Triple Zero with Sargent Kal and Vau working together with the Nulls to find a way to stop the accelerated aging of the clones. This leads to revelations about how the Republic views and treats the clones, leading them to question the virtuousness of their government.
A great continuation of the story. You will become more deeply attached to this little group of heroes. I can’t wait to start Book 4, “order 66”.
Traviss is an outstanding writer. Republic Commando qualifies as one of the best Star Wars series ever written, in my opinion. Suspenseful, action-packed and quite funny at times. The characters are well-developed and you get to see the unique personalities of each clone trooper.
The greatest asset of this series is the ever-expanding group of clone characters and their allies that are central to the storyline. What does it mean to be an artificially-created soldier bred only for war and destruction? How does one wrap one's head around being given half the natural lifespan of the non-combatants around you? Just what is the Republic planning to do with these millions of men once the Clone Wars are over? The characters grapple with these questions on an ongoing basis and for men theoretically trained to be identical, come to some startlingly different conclusions.
The videogame was based on a group of four commandoes jointly named Delta Squad. Delta was unusual in that it has never experienced a personnel change. For the first novel, instead of using Delta, Traviss introduced a different squad, Omega, one with a far more tangled history and a stronger mixture of outside influences. Delta was added to the mix in the second book, Triple Zero, along with two father-figure Mandalorian instructors, the tough-but-lovable Kal Skirata and the tough-and-not-so-lovable Walon Vau. All of these characters, along with the various ARC troopers, the atypical Jedi Etain Tur-Mukan, Jedi and Mando-wannabe Bardan Jusik, and several other supporting characters all return in True Colors.
The thing I find most remarkable about that cast list is that Traviss has created a large and fully-realized set of compelling individuals without any reliance on film characters whatsoever. The closest thing to this achievement to date in the Star Wars Expanded Universe is the successful series of Rogue and Wraith Squadron novels by Michael Stackpole and Aaron Allston, but even these still utilize the films somewhat for their dramatis personae. Many kudos to her for this accomplishment; I only wish this series wasn't scheduled to end in one more book after all the time spent developing these people and their stories.
True Colors focuses less on plot and sweeping action sequences than the typical Star Wars novel. There are numerous issues raised by the idea of an army of clone soldiers, forced into military servitude and completely unprepared for any realities of life outside of war. Why should these men blindly follow the orders of a Republic that has never given them any choices? Also, they are smart enough to have clued in on the government's lack of a "retirement" plan for them and are justifiably not pleased with their future prospects. One of the many storylines of the novel is the exploration by Kal Skirata and a couple of his Null ARCs into what the Republic's true plans are.
In their search for identity, many clones have turned to traditional Mandalorian ways. Traviss uses the Mando language prominently throughout her books, and while this may be an annoyance to some, I found it added color. It was not difficult to follow what the characters meant by context of the words around the Mandalorian terms. By exploring the impact of this cultural influence on the troops, Traviss has established clear distinctions and potential lines of division amongst the men in the army.
I give major points for the manner and place in which the actual text of Order 66 is revealed. A lot of this book feels like a setup for the concluding volume, but the execution of that is excellent. By the end of the story, the lines have been drawn for an extremely intense and emotional resolution. It seems obvious where each of the characters' loyalties will lie when Order 66 comes down the pike, but my bet is that Traviss will have a few surprises in store yet.
The training of a local militia force is an interesting inclusion as well, and there are definitely more undercover “spook” elements in this book than in the first two installments.
Top international reviews
Nachdem der Ausbildner Sergeant Walon Vau die Große Armee verlassen hat, konnte er das von ihm ausgebildete elitäre Delta-Squad für einen letzten Auftrag gewinnen. In einer illegalen Operation, die eigentlich nicht mehr als ein Bankraub ist, brechen er und die Klonsoldaten in eine Bank auf dem von den Separatisten kontrollierten Planeten Mygetto ein. Anderenorts ist das Omega-Squad auf dem Weg zu seiner nächsten Mission, in deren Verlauf sie einen gewaltsamen Regierungswechsel herbeiführen sollen, dabei erfahren sie jedoch unglaubliches über einen angeblich verschwundenen ARC-Soldaten.
Etwas ruhiger hat es da Sergeant Kal Skirata, der mit seinen Null ARCs immer wieder schwarze Operationen gegen die Separatisten durchführt. Neben seinem Engagement für die Republik betreibt Skirata jedoch noch eigene Operationen, die einem völlig anderen Ziel dienen sollen, der Suche nach einer verschollenen Kaminoanischen Forscherin namens Ko Sai, ihres Zeichens Expertin für eine Beschleunigung des Alteruntsprozess der Klonsoldaten. Mit ihrer notfalls auch erzwungenen Hilfe hofft Skirata den von ihm ausgebildeten Soldaten, seinen "Söhnen" nach Kriegsende zumindest ein normales Leben zu ermöglichen, doch wie sich herausstellt ist Skirata nicht der einzige der mit der Suche nach Ko Sai beschäftigt ist...
Wie bereits der Titel verrät befasst sich True Colors vor allem damit dass alle von Karen Traviss erschaffenen Charaktere beginnen müssen Farbe zu bekennen und sich festzulegen auf wessen Seite sie auch nach dem Ende der Klonkriege stehen wollen. Traviss selbst steht dabei eindeutig auf der Seite der Mandalorianer und ihrer Kultur, die bereits seit Triple Zero zum tragenden Element der Republic Commando-Reihe geworden sind. Dabei gerät die Erzählung über die Commandos und ihre waghalsigen Missionen jedoch allmählich in den Hintergrund während anderenseits viele der persönlichen Konflikte die viel eher für das Finale der Reihe geeignet gewesen wären bereits jetzt ihren Höhepunkt erreichen. Der findige Leser und Fan wird sich deshalb schnell vorstellen können wie der kommende vierte und letzte Band mit dem Titel Order 66 enden wird.
Schade ist auch dass der Band von Charakteren nur so überquillt und es auch nicht mehr weniger werden, was es schwer macht sich mit den heimlichen Helden der Klonkriege zu identifizieren. Durchaus lesenswerter sind da schon die gewissermaßen ideologischen Konflikte zwischen den Klonen, Klonkommandos und ARC-Klonsoldaten, welche jeweils unterschiedlich erzogen und ausgebildet wurden, sodass sie auch unterschiedliche Loyalitäten und Prioritäten entwickelt haben, die nicht immer zum gleichen Ziel führen.
Interessant für Anhänger des Star Wars Kanons ist mit Sicherheit dass die von Karen Traviss erdachte "Mandalorianer"-Storyline in den Legacy of the Force-Romanen quasi eine Fortsetzung erlebt und wer weiß, vielleicht folgt auf Republic Commando ja eine eigene Minibuchreihe über die Mandalorianer und Boba Fett. Mittlerweile lässt sich jedoch sagen dass Karen Traviss eindeutig für den mandalorianschen Anteil am Expanded Universe verantwortlich geworden ist. Leider spielen die Republic Commandos in dieser weit größeren Erzählung von der Geschichte der Mandalorianer während Klon- und Bürgerkrieg nur eine untergeordnete Rolle, was dadurch deutlich wird dass sich die guten Ideen und Impulse von Hard Contact und Triple Zero in der weit persönlichen Geschichte Sergeant Kal Skiratas und seiner "Jungs" verloren haben. Gerade durch diesen Fokus auf einen bisher weniger beachteten Aspekt des Expanded Universe erschafft Traviss jedoch eine Welt für sich und lüftet allmählich das Geheimnis über den Verbleib der Mandalorianer und ihre Renaissance in Legacy of the Force. Zusätzlich enthält der Band noch die Kurzgeschichte Odds, in der Sergeant Kal Skirata und seine Null ARCs eine gefährliche Mission hinter die Linien der Separatisten führt.
Um es in einem Satz zusammenzufassen, ein empfehlenswertes Buch für Fans der Mandalorianer, jedoch enttäuschend für alle die wieder mehr über Einsätze hinter den feindlichen Linien und weniger "Familiengeschäfte" Sergeant Kal Skiratas erwartet hätten.
The novel covers broad topics and a variety of moral grey areas. However it seems to focus on these points a bit too often instead of furthering the story and having a captivating progression. I reached the end of the book unexpectedly as I did not notice the climax and progression arc due to the toned down nature of the series. Thus the ending fell flat.
If you enjoy learning about the more intricate parts of Star Wars beyond lightsabers and explosions then there is definitely enjoyment in the series, but be prepared for a long haul through the more uneventful moments.
ici en anglais, la série comporte 5 romans pour l'instant.
Omega Squad: Targets est inséré avec Triple Zero dans une réédition.
Odds est inséré avec True Colors dans une réédition
Star Wars Republic Commando: Hard Contact
Star Wars Republic Commando: Triple Zero
Star Wars Republic Commando: True Colors
Star Wars Republic Commando: Order 66
Star Wars Imperial Commando: 501st
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