Star Wars - [Young Jedi Knights 12-14] - Under a Black Sun Trilogy (by Kevin J. Anderson & Rebecc

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STAR WARS: UNDER A BLACK SUN TRILOGY
by
KEVIN J. ANDERSON AND REBECCA MOESTA
RETURN TO ORD MANTELL 8, "" & Copyright C 1998 by Lucasfilm Ltd.
Printing History: Berkley Jwn paperback / May 1998
TROUBLE ON CLOUD CITY 8, *" & Copyright (D 1998 by Lucasfilm Ltd.
Printing History: Berkley Jam paperback / August 1998
CRISIS AT CRYSTAL REEF (3, "" & Copyright C 1998 by Lucasfilm Ltd.
Printing History: Berkley Jam paperback / December 1998
First SFBC Science Fiction Printing: April 1999
ISBN 0-7394-0193-9
All Rights Reserved.
This book may not be reproduced in whole or in part, by mimeograph or
any other means, without permission.
Published by arrangement with: Boulevard Books a division of The
Berkley Publishing Group 200 Madison Avenue New York, NY 10016
Visit us online at littp.-Ilw.sfbe.com
PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.
CONTENTS
RETURN TO ORD MANTELL I TROUBLE ON CLOUD CITY 125
CRISIS AT CRYSTAL REEF 241
To Angela M. Kato, whose hard work and charming personality helped us
to find more time to write
ACKNOWLED6MENTS
Special thanks to Sue Rostoni, Allan Kausch, and Lucy Autrey Wilson at
Lucasfilm Licensing for their valuable input on this new story are;
Ginjer Buchanan and Jessica Faust at Berkley for putting their full
support behind this series; the Star Wars fans at Dragon*Con's Matters
of the Force panels for their enthusiastic brainstorming; Dave Dorman
for his marvelous cover art; Dan Wallace and Rich Handley for their
research and resource materials; the work of Brian Daley, Al
Williamson, and Archie Goodwin for providing fodder for our
imaginations; Catherine Ulatowski, Sarah Jones, and Angela Kato at
WordFire, Inc for keeping everything running smoothly; and Jonathan
Cowan for being our first test-reader.
The tree stood in the middle of a small jungle clearing, its gnarled,
woody tentacles wrathing through the air in search of prey.
As Zekk approached, the tentacles twitched, sensing his movement.
The sinuous vines were ewnouflaged, deceptively lush and green. He
took another step forward. The ground around the tree's warty trunk
was littered with bones-broken grayish-white remnants of previous
victims, stripped of flesh, now decaying in the humid air of Yavin 4:
Zekk moved even closer, and the hungry tree trembled in anticipation.
He told himself he had nothing to fear. Of course he would have been
much more comfortable had he been carrying a lightsaber, a Jedi weapon
that could counter any attack from this plant-thing-but that would have
been too easy. Much too easy.
Zekk wasn't interested in a simple end to this exercise.
Instead, he conied only a plain staff. He had found the length of
dried wood in the jungle and stripped off its bark. It was all the
weapon he would allow himself to use in this important test.
He stepped forward, faced the wrathing tentacle tree, and prepared to
do battle. "I will let the Force guide me," he murmured to himself,
"allow it to direct my Jedi reflexes to respond to any tricks the enemy
may devise."
The carnivorous tentacle tree reached toward him, its deadly branches
whispering together in a leafy sigh.
"Most of all," he went on in a hushed voice, "I must not let myself be
tempted by the easy power I can unleash through the dark side."
Zekk had already traveled the dark paths of the Force when he trained
at the Shadow Academy. Now he was a new student learning to use the
light side-but at the same time, he was an old student ... with many
scars on his conscience.
He raised his stick. The tree's tentacles quivered as it prepared for
this easy prey.
"The Force is with me," Zekk said, and stepped in among the dangling
branches, his staff held high.
Three of the whipping vines thrashed at him, making the stick their
primary target. Zekk snapped his wrist downward. A loud crack rang
out as the staff beat back two of the tentacles.
Another serpentine appendage crackled and wrapped itself around Zekk's
right wrist. Without hesitation, he tossed the staff to his left hand,
swung it up, and battered the offending tentacle as he yanked his hand
free.
His skin burned and tingled as the clutching vine tore away from his
wrist. He realized then that this plant-thing exuded some kind of
irritating acid through its tiny spines. His hand began to swell, but
Zekk turned his concentration back to the vines that still lashed at
him. He could deal with the pain later.
He struck left and right, knocking the thrashing vines away. His hand
turned red and throbbed; he could barely bend his fingers. A forest of
tentacles now whipped and clawed at him. He could have severed them
all with a single sweep of a lightsaber blade, but Zekk drove them back
one-handed, using only his staff.
Simple victories were not worth fighting for. Without a challenge,
victory was meaningless. He had come here to learn a new lesson-and
unlearn an old one.
To begin Zekk's training in the light side of the Force, Master
Skywalker had told him to start with simple exercises to test his most
basic skills. Somehow, Zekk didn't think that venturing out into the
jungles to battle this carnivorous tree was quite what the Jedi teacher
had in mind. Perspiration trickled down Zekk's face and neck. His
long dark hair clung in damp strands around his emerald-green eyes.
Zekk smiled.
He gritted his teeth and drove inward. He had fought many times
before. The Dark Jedi Brakiss had trained Zekk to become the Second
Imperium's darkest knight. Together, they-along with many other
followers of the Emperor's ways-had battled Luke Skywalker's students
at the Jedi academy.
But Zekk and the other Dark Jedi had been soundly defeated, and Brakiss
killed. Broken, Zekk had turned away from the dark side. Even though
he had formerly been a close friend of the Solo twins, Jacen and Jaina,
Zekk could not easily grant himself forgiveness. He couldn't just join
his friends and begin training as a Jedi of the light side as if
nothing had happened.
Instead, Zekk had gone off on his own to search for meaning in his
life. He trained to become a bounty hunter and used his Jedi prowess
to hunt down difficult bounties that no one else could capture. But in
those months Zekk had learned something important about himself:
although he had the skills, he didn't have the mind-set that would
allow him to find any quarry for whatever reason and simply turn the
victim over to anyone who happened to pay the price.
When Nolaa Tarkona, head of a subversive political group called the
Diversity Alliance, had set an open bounty on the merchant Boman Thul,
Zekk had at first gone on the search, hoping to prove himself to Boba
Fett and all the other bounty hunters. But Zekk had realized in time
that the information Nolaa Tarkona wanted from the human merchant
concerned a deadly human-killing plague-and that if he succeeded in his
task, the entire human race might become extinct.
Such consequences had forced him to change his mind and join forces
with the young Jedi Knights after all. After they defeated the
Diversity Alliance and the Emperor's plague was destroyed, Zekk had
decided to start all over again, to become a true Jedi Knight. This
time he would do his training in the right way.
If only this tree would let him.
Shorter, spikier tentacles emerged from the hole of the tree,
thrashing, grasping at him, but again Zekk drove them back with his
staff. He could have pulled back at any time, but instead he pushed
closer. Then, although the irritant chemical in his swollen right hand
bothered him, he gripped the stick with both hands again. He would not
let the pain slow him down.
Zekk didn't have any clear idea of how he would define "victory."
He did not intend to kill the tree, but as his battle fever picked up,
he fought more furiously, pounding the tentacles with his hard staff.
Another whiplike vine snapped sharply and struck him in the forehead
just above his eye, drawing a trickle of blood. He reeled backward,
blinking his eyes against the stinging tears and red droplets.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, two of the vines wrapped themselves around his
stick, twisted hard, and yanked it from Zekk's hand, tearing the flesh
on his palms. Then, as if sensing victory, the relentless tentacles
also grabbed at his arms and legs. Zekk stood trapped in a blizzard of
grasping strands.
A black static of anger overpowered his fear. Zekk used the Force to
reach out and locate his stolen staff. He jerked the stick back toward
him-so furiously that two vines ripped away from the central mass of
the tree and began oozing clear sap.
With the dying tentacles still dangling from his staff, Zekk swung
around, using it as a flail against the others. He used the Force
again to tie several of the strands into knots and laughed out loud at
how easy this battle was becoming.
Then, in a flash of comprehension, Zekk realized that he was not truly
succeeding; he had unleashed his anger and tapped the dark side as a
conduit to his Jedi skills.
"No!" he said through gritted teeth. He refused to win against the
plant-thing in this way. Zekk threw the retrieved staff aside and
stood unarmed as the stinging tentacles drew back, then poised
themselves to attack with renewed force.
But Zekk kept his mind clear, his thoughts calm. "I am not your prey,"
he murmured.
The tree had no intelligence, just a rudimentary mass of vascular plant
fiber with reflexes that responded like muscles. Hungry tentacles
lashed at him-only to slide harmlessly away, as if his entire body were
coated with some invisible super lubricant.
"I wn not your prey," Zekk repeated.
The ineffective vines reached toward him, but they could not touch his
skin. Sinuous appendages danced in frustration around his amns, his
head, his back.
Zekk turned away from the tree and walked slowly beyond the reach of
the grasping tentacles. He knew he had temporarily let down his guard,
a failure of sorts. But he had seen the dark side, recognized it, and
rejected it! He would put it behind him now. He felt as if he had
emerged from a raging storm with only a few drops of water clinging to
him. The storm was past. A sense of warmth and peace came over him.
At the edge of the clearing, standing beside the thick bushes, he saw
Master Luke Skywalker watching him with a quiet smile on his face.
"I'm proud of you, Zekk," he said. "It took courage to turn away from
your old instincts. Sometimes it's harder to unlearn bad teaching than
it is to learn new skills. It will be hard to forget what Brakiss
taught you."
"Yes," Zekk said. "I've got to learn it the right way now. I feel
like a kid learning to walk again-and I thought I already knew how.
It's ... intimidating." He said the word in a small voice, as if
reluctant to admit it. "All the tests and exercises here remind me of
what I learned at the Shadow Academy. I'm afraid to do things the same
way. I mean, what if I do them wrong again?"
"There's no single way to become a Jedi," Luke Skywalker said.
"If it makes you more comfortable, we'll find a different path. Try a
new assignment. Take something you're already good at-somethirg you
enjoy-and use the Force, little by little, to enhance your abilities.
It doesn't have to be fighting with a staff, or levitating rocks, or
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