Star Wars - [New Jedi Order 14] - Destiny's Way (by Walter Jon Williams)

STAR WARS - THE NEW JEDI ORDER

DESTINY'S WAY

by

WALTER JON WILLIAMS

CONTENTS

Chapter 1,Chapter 2 ,Chapter 3 ,Chapter 4 ,Chapter 5 ,Chapter 6 ,Chapter 7 ,Chapter 8 ,Chapter 9 ,

Chapter 10 ,Chapter 11 ,Chapter 12 ,Chapter 13 ,Chapter 14 ,Chapter 15 ,Chapter 16 ,Chapter 17 ,

Chapter 18 ,Chapter 19 ,Chapter 20 ,Chapter 21 ,Chapter 22 ,Chapter 23 ,Chapter 24 ,Chapter 25 ,

Chapter 26 ,Chapter 27

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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Williams, Walter Jon.

Destiny's way / Walter Jon Williams.— 1st ed.

p. cm. — (Star wars, The new Jedi order) ISBN 0-345-42850-1

1. Life on other planets—Fiction. I. Tide. II. Series. PS3573.I456213 D47 2002

813'.54—dc21 2002073780

Jacket illustration by Cliff Nielsen Manufactured in the United States of America

First Edition: October 2002 10 987654321

For Kathleen Hedges

And with thanks to so many who helped: Daniel Abraham, Terry Boren, George R.R. Martin, Shelly

Shapiro, Steve and Jan Stirling, Sue Rostoni, Sally Gwylan, Melinda Snodgrass, Terry England, Yvonne

Coats, and Trent Zelazny. And special thanks to Spenser Ruppert for his encyclopedic knowledge of the

Star Wars universe.

Other books by Walter Jon Williams

Novels:

Ambassador of Progress

Knight Moves

Hardwired

Voice of the Whirlwind

Angel Station

Elegy for Angels and Dogs

Days of Atonement

Aristoi

Metropolitan

City on Fire

The Rift

Divertimenti:

The Crown Jewels

House of Shards

Rock of Ages

Collections:

Facets Frankensteins and Foreign Devils

Coming soon:The Praxis

Dramatis Personae

Admiral Ackbar; retired military officer (male Mon Calamari)

Nom Anor; executor (male Yuuzhan Vong)

Kyp Durron; Jedi Master (male human)

Jakan; high priest (male Yuuzhan Vong)

Traest Kre'fey; military officer (male Bothan)

Tsavong Lah; warmaster (male Yuuzhan Vong)

Lowbacca; Jedi Knight (male Wookiee)

Ayddar Nylykerka; director of intelligence (male Tammarian)

Omas, Cal; politician (male Alderaanian human)

Onimi; Shamed One (male Yuuzhan Vong)

Danni Quee; scientist (female human)

Fyor Rodan; politician (male human)

Dif Scaur; director of intelligence (male human)

Supreme Overlord Shimrra (male Yuuzhan Vong)

Luke Skywalker; Jedi Master (male human)

Mara Jade Skywalker; Jedi Master (female human)

Han Solo; captain,Millennium Falcon (male human)

Jacen Solo; Jedi Knight (male human)

Jaina Solo; Jedi Knight (female human)

Princess Leia Organa Solo; diplomat (female human)

Sien Sow; military officer (male Sullustan)

Tahiri Veila; Jedi Knight (human female)

Vergere (female Fosh)

Nen Yim; shaper (female Yuuzhan Vong)

They appeared without warning from beyond the edge of galactic space: a warrior race called the

Yuuzhan Vong, armed with surprise, treachery, and a bizarre organic technology that proved a match—

too often more than a match—for the New Republic and its allies. Even the Jedi, under the leadership of

Luke Skywalker, found themselves thrown on the defensive, deprived of their greatest strength. For

somehow, inexplicably, the Yuuzhan Vong seemed to be utterly devoid of the Force.

Despite an initial victory, the New Republic forces lost more than they won. Countless worlds were

devastated, countless beings killed—among them the Wookiee Chewbacca, loyal friend and partner of

Han Solo, and later Anakin Solo, Han and Leia's younger son. The only ray of light in the darkness was

the birth of Luke and Mara's son, Ben Skywalker.

The New Republic unraveled a little more with each setback. Even the Jedi began to splinter under the

strain, especially as the Yuuzhan Vong turned their attention to hunting down Jedi in paricular. The fall of

the capital world of Coruscant, and the capture of Jacen Solo sent hopes plummeting—and sent Jacen's

twin sister Jaina spiraling downward into revenge and retribution.

Scattered after the fall of Coruscant, the panic-stricken surviving members of the New Republic

Advisory Council struggled to save themselves, pausing only long enough to set up what was intended to

be a mock defense on the planet Borleias—an attempt to buy time that fooled no one, least of all the

Jedi. Under the command of Wedge Antilles and Luke Skywalker, the Borleias defense succeeded

against all odds, a victory—if a small one—at last for the New Republic.

Meanwhile, the missing Jacen Solo was undergoing the education of a lifetime at the hands of Vergere, a

fascinating creature whose loyalties were a mystery and whose powers were beyond compare. In doing

so, he discovered the key both to sabotaging the efforts of the enemy to reshape Coruscant into the

image of their legendary homeworld, Yuuzhan'tar, and to finding the Yuuzhan Vong in the Force. Now,

at last, as the tattered New Republic works to build on its recent victory and readies itself to strike back

at the Yuuzhan Vong, a changed Jacen is on his way home . . .

Chapter 1

As she sat in the chair that was hers by right of death, she raised her eyes to the cold faraway stars.

Checklists buzzed distantly in her mind and her hands moved over the controls, but her thoughts flew

elsewhere, amid the chill infinitude. Searching . . .

Nothing.

Her gaze fell and there she saw, on the controls at the adjacent pilot's seat, her husband's hands. She

drew comfort from the sight, from the sureness and power she knew was there, in those strong hands.

Her heart leapt. Something, somewhere in all those stars, had touched her.

She thought:Jacen!

Her husband's hands touched controls and the stars streamed away, turned to bleeding smears of light as

if seen through beaten rain, and the distant touch vanished.

"Jacen," she said, and then, at her husband's startled look, at the surprise and pain in his brown eyes,

"Jacen."

"And you're sure?" Han Solo said. "You're sure it was Jacen?"

"Yes. Reaching out to me. I felt him. It could have been no one else."

"And he's alive."

"Yes."

Leia Organa Solo could read him so well. She knew that Han believed their son dead, but that he tried,

for her sake, to pretend otherwise. She knew that, fierce with grief and with guilt for having withdrawn

from his family, he would support her in anything now, even if he believed it was delusional. And she

knew the strength it took for him to suppress his own pain and doubt.

She could read all that in him, in the flicker of his eye, the twitch of his cheek. She could read him, read

the bravery and the uncertainty, and she loved him for both.

"It was Jacen," she said. She put as much confidence in her tone as she could, all her assurance. "He

was reaching out to me through the Force. I felt him. He wanted to tell me he was alive and with friends."

She reached over and took his hand. "There's no doubt, now. Not at all."

Han's fingers tightened on hers, and she sensed the struggle in him, desire for hope warring with his own

bitter experience.

His brown eyes softened. "Yes," he said. "Of course. I believe you."

There was a hint of reserve there, of caution, but that was reflex, the result of a long and uncertain life

that had taught him to believe nothing until he'd seen it with his own eyes.

Leia reached for him, embraced him awkwardly from the copilot's seat. His arms went around her. She

felt the bristle of his cheek against hers, inhaled the scent of his body, his hair.

A bubble of happiness grew in her, burst into speech. "Yes, Han," she said. "Our son is alive. And so

are we. Be joyful. Be at peace. Everything changes from now on."

The idyll lasted until Han and Leia walked hand in hand into theMillennium Falcon's main hold.

Through the touch, Leia felt the slight tension of Han's muscles as he came in sight of their guest—an

Imperial commander in immaculate dress grays.

Han, Leia knew, had hoped that this mission would provide a chance for the two of them to be alone.

Through the many months since the war with the Yuuzhan Vong had begun, they had either been apart or

dealing with a bewildering succession of crises. Even though their current mission was no less urgent than

the others, they would have treasured this time alone in hyperspace.

They had even left Leia's Noghri bodyguards behind. Neither of them had wanted any passengers at all,

let alone an Imperial officer. Thus far Han had managed to be civil about it, but only just.

The commander rose politely to her feet. "An exceptionally smooth transition into hyperspace, Captain

Solo," she said. "For a ship with such—suchheterogeneous components, such a transition speaks well of

the ship's captain and his skills."

"Thanks," Han said.

"The Myomar shields are superb, are they not?" she said. "One of our finer designs."

The problem with Commander Vana Dorja, Leia thought, was that she was simply too observant. She

was a woman of about thirty, the daughter of the captain of a Star Destroyer, with bobbed dark hair

tucked neatly into her uniform cap, and the bland, pleasant face of a professional diplomat. She had been

on Coruscant during its fall, allegedly negotiating some kind of commercial treaty, purchasing Ulban droid

brains for use in Imperial hydroponics farms. The negotiations were complicated by the fact that the droid

brains in question could equally well be used for military purposes.

The negotiations regarding the brains' end-use certificates had gone nowhere in particular, but perhaps

they had been intended to go nowhere. What Commander Dorja's extended stay on Coruscant had done

was to make her a close observer in the Yuuzhan Vong assault that had resulted in the planet's fall.

Vana Dorja had gotten off Coruscant somehow—Leia had no doubt that her escape had been planned

long in advance—and she had then turned up at Mon Calamari, the new provisional capital, blandly

asking for help in returning to Imperial space just at the moment at which Leia had been assigned a

diplomatic mission to that selfsame Empire.

Of course it wasn't a coincidence. Dorja was clearly a spy operating under commercial cover. But what

could Leia do? The New Republic might need the help of the Empire, and the Empire might be offended

if its commercial representative were needlessly delayed in her return.

What Leiacould do was establish some ground rules concerning where on theFalcon Commander

Dorja could go, and where was strictly off limits. Dorja had agreed immediately to the restrictions, and

agreed as well to be scanned for any technological or other secrets she might be smuggling out.

Nothing had turned up on the scan. Of course. If Vana Dorja was carrying any vital secrets to her

masters in the Empire, she was carrying them locked in her all-too-inquisitive brain.

"Please sit down," Leia said.

"Your Highness is kind," Dorja said, and lowered her stocky body into a chair. Leia sat across the table

from her, and observed the half-empty glass of juri juice set before the commander.

"Threepio is providing sufficient refreshment?" Leia asked.

"Yes. He is very efficient, though a trifle talkative."

Talkative?Leia thought.What's Threepio been telling the woman'?

Blast it anyway. Dorja was all too skilled at creating these unsettling moments.

"Shall we dine?" Leia asked.

Dorja nodded, bland as always. "As Your Highness wishes."

But then she proved useful in the galley, assisting Han and Leia as they transferred to plates the meal that

had been cooking in theFalcon's automatic ovens. As Han sat down with his plates, C-3PO

contemplated the table.

"Sir," he said. "A Princess and former Chief of State takes precedence, of course, over both a captain

and an Imperial commander. But a commander—forgive me—does not take precedence over a New

Republicgeneral, even one on the inactive list. General Solo, if you would be so kind as to sit above

Commander Dorja?"

Han gave C-3PO a baleful look. "I like it fine where I am," he said. Which was, of course, as far away

from the Imperial commander as the small table permitted.

C-3PO looked as distressed as it was possible for a droid with an immobile face to look. "But sir—the

rules of precedence—"

"I like it where I am," Han said, more firmly.

"But sir—"

Leia slid into her accustomed role as Han's interpreter to the world. "We'll dine informally, Threepio,"

she told the droid.

C-3PO's tone allowed his disappointment to show. "Very well, Your Highness," he said.

Poor 3PO, Leia thought. Here he was designed for working out rules of protocol for state banquets

involving dozens of species and hundreds of governments, interpreting and smoothing disputes, and

instead she persisted in getting him into situations where he kept getting shot at. And now the galaxy was

being invaded by beings who had marked for extermination every droid in existence—and they were

winning. Whatever C-3PO had for nerves must be shot.

Lots of formal dinner parties when this is over,Leia decided.Nice, soothing dinner parties, without

assassins, quarrels, or light-saberfights.

"I thank you again for your offer of transit to the Empire," Dorja said later, after the soup course. "It was

fortunate that you have business there."

"Very fortunate," Leia agreed.

"Your mission to the Empire must be critical," Dorja probed, "to take you from the government at such a

crucial time."

"I'm doing what I do best."

"But you were Chief of State—surely you must be considering a return to power."

Leia shook her head. "I served my term."

"To voluntarily relinquish power—I confess I don't understand it." Dorja shook her head. "In the Empire,

we are taught not to decline responsibility once it is given to us."

Leia sensed Han's head lifting as he prepared to speak. She knew him well enough to anticipate the

sense of any remarks.No, he would say,Imperial leaders generally stay in their seats of power until

they're blasted out by laser cannons. Before Han could speak, she phrased a more diplomatic answer.

"Wisdom is knowing when you've given all you can," she said, and turned her attention to her dinner, a

fragrant breast of hibbas with a sauce of bofa fruit. Dorja picked up her fork, held it over her plate. "But

surely—with the government in chaos, and driven into exile—a strong hand is needed."

"We have constitutional means for choosing a new leader," Leia reassured. And thought,Not that

they're working so far, with Pwoe proclaiming himself Chief of State with the Senate deadlocked

on Mon Calamari.

"I wish you a smooth transition," Commander Dorja said. "Let's hope the hesitation and chaos with

which the New Republic has met its current crisis was the fault of Borsk Fey'lya's government, and not

symptomatic of the New Republic as a whole."

"I'll drink to that," Han proclaimed, and drained his glass.

"I can't help but wonder how the old Empire would have handled the crisis," Dorja continued. "I hope

you will forgive my partisan attitude, but it seems to me that the Emperor would have mobilized his entire

armament at the first threat, and dealt with the Yuuzhan Vong in an efficient and expeditious manner,

through the use of overwhelming force. Certainly better than Borsk Fey'lya's policy—if I understood it

correctlyas a policy—of negotiating with the invaders at the same time as he was fighting them, sending

signals of weakness to a ruthless enemy who used negotiation only as a cover for further conquests."

It was growing very hard, Leia thought, to maintain the diplomatic smile on her face. "The Emperor," she

said, "was always alert to any threat to his power."

Leia sensed Han about to speak, and this time was too late to stop his words.

"That's not what the Empire would have done, Commander," Han said. "What the Empire would have

done was build a super-colossal Yuuzhan Vong-killing battle machine. They would have called it the

Nova Colossus or the Galaxy Destructor or the Nostril of Palpatine or something equally grandiose.

They would have spent billions of credits, employed thousands of contractors and subcontractors, and

equipped it with the latest in death-dealing technology. And you know what would have happened?It

wouldn't have worked. They'd forget to bolt down a metal plate over an access hatch leading to the

main reactors, or some other mistake, and a hotshot enemy pilot would drop a bomb down there and

blow the whole thing up. Nowthat's what the Empire would have done."

Leia, striving to contain her laughter, detected what might have been amusement in Vana Dorja's brown

eyes.

"Perhaps you're right," Dorja conceded.

"You're right I'm right, Commander," Han said, and poured himself a glass of water.

His brief triumph was interrupted by a sudden shriek from theFalcon's hyperdrive units. The ship

shuddered. Proximity alarms wailed.

Leia, her heart beating in synchrony to the blaring alarms, stared into Han's startled brown eyes. Han

turned to Commander Dorja.

"Sorry to interrupt dinner just as it was getting interesting.," he said, "but I'm afraid we've got to blow

some bad guys into small pieces."

The first thing Han Solo did when he scrambled into the pilot's seat was to shut off the blaring alarms that

were rattling his brain around inside his skull. Then he looked out the cockpit windows. The stars, he

saw, had returned to their normal configuration—theMillennium Falcon had been yanked out of

hyperspace. And Han had a good idea why, an idea that a glance at the sensor displays served only to

confirm. He turned to Leia as she scrambled into the copilot's chair.

"Either a black hole has materialized in this sector, or we've hit a Yuuzhan Vong mine." A dovin basal to

be precise, an organic gravitic-anomaly generator that the Yuuzhan Vong used for both propelling their

vessels and warping space around them. The Yuuzhan Vong had been seeding dovin basal mines along

New Republic trade routes in order to drag unsuspecting transports out of hyperspace and into an

ambush. But their mining efforts hadn't extended this far along the Hydian Way, at least not until now.

And there, Han saw in the displays, were the ambushers. Two nights of six coralskippers each, one

positioned on either side of the dovin basal in order to intercept any unsuspecting transport.

He reached for the controls, then hesitated, wondering if Leia should pilot while he ran for the turbolaser

turret. No, he thought, he knew theMillennium Falcon, her capabilities, and her crotchets better than

anyone, and good piloting was going to get them out of this trouble more than good shooting.

"I'd better fly this one," he said. "You take one of the quad lasers." Regretting, as he spoke, that he

wouldn't get to blow things up, something always good for taking his mind off his troubles.

Leia bent to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Good luck, Slick," she whispered, then squeezed his

shoulder and slid silently out of the cockpit.

"Good luck yourself," Han said. "And find out if our guest is qualified to take the other turret."

His eyes were already scanning the displays as he automatically donned the comlink headset that would

allow him to communicate with Leia at the laser cannon. Coralskippers weren't hyperspace capable, so

some larger craft had to have dropped them here. Was that ship still around, or had it moved on to lay

another mine somewhere else?

It had gone, apparently. There was no sign of it on the displays.

The Yuuzhan Vong craft were just now beginning to react to his arrival—so much for the hope that the

Millennium Falcon's stealth capabilities would have kept her from being detected.

Butwhat, he considered, had the enemy seen? A Corellian Engineering YT-1300 freighter, similar to

hundreds of other small freighters they must have encountered. The Yuuzhan Vong wouldn't have seen

theFalcon's armament, her advanced shields, or the modifications to her sublight drives that could give

even the swift coralskippers a run for their money.

So theMillennium Falcon should continue, as far as the Yuuzhan Vong were concerned, to look like an

innocent freighter.

While he watched the Yuuzhan Vong maneuver, Han broadcast to the enemy a series of queries and

demands for information of the sort that might come from a nervous civilian pilot. He conducted a series

of basic maneuvers designed to keep the coralskippers at a distance, maneuvers as sluggish and hesitant

as if he were a fat, nervous freighter loaded with cargo. The nearest flight of coralskippers set on a basic

intercept course, not even bothering to deploy into military formation. The farthest flight, on the other side

of the dovin basal mine, began a slow loop toward theFalcon, to support the others.

Nowthat was interesting. In a short while they would have the dovin basal singularity between

themselves and theFalcon, with the mine's gravity-warping capabilities making it very difficult for them to

see theFalcon or to detect any changes in her course.

"Captain Solo?" A voice on the comlink intruded on his thoughts. "This is Commander Dorja. I'm

readying the weapons in the dorsal turret."

"Try not to blow off the sensor dish,"Han told her.

He looked at the displays, saw the far-side squadron nearing eclipse behind the distorting gravity mine.

His hands closed on the controls, and he altered course directly for the dovin basal just as he gave full

power to the sublight drives.

The gravity mine was now between theMillennium Falcon and the far-side flight of coralskippers. The

gravity warp surrounding the dovin basal would make it nearly impossible to detect theFalcon's change

of course.

"We have about three standard minutes to contact with the enemy," he said into the comlink headset.

"Fire dead ahead, on my mark."

"Dead ahead?" came Dorja's bland voice. "How unorthodox . . . have you consideredmaneuver?"

"Don't second-guess the pilot!" Leia's voice snapped like a whip. "Keep this channel clear unless you

have something of value to say!"

"Apologies," Dorja murmured.

Han bit back his own annoyance. He glanced at the empty copilot's chair—Chewbacca's place, now

Leia's—and found himself wishing that he was in the second laser cockpit, with Chewbacca in the pilot's

seat. But Chewie was gone, the first of the deaths that had struck him to the heart. Chewbacca dead, his

younger son

Anakin killed, his older son Jacen missing, presumed dead by everyone except Leia . . . Death had been

haunting his footsteps, on the verge of claiming everyone around him. That was why he hadn't accepted

Waroo's offer to assume Chewbacca's life debt. He simply hadn't wanted to be responsible for the death

of another friend.

But now Leia believed that Jacen was alive. This wasn't a vague hope based on a mother's desire to see

her son again, as Han had earlier suspected, but a sending through the Force, a message aimed at Leia

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