Aftermath (Star Wars) by Chuck Wendig (English) Paperback Book

Description: Aftermath (Star Wars) by Chuck Wendig "The second Death Star has been destroyed, the Emperor killed, and Darth Vader struck down. All major victories for the Rebel Alliance. But the battle for freedom is far from over"--Page 4 of cover. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • Journey to Star Wars: The Force Awakens "Star Wars: Aftermath [reveals] what happened after the events of 1983s Return of the Jedi. It turns out, theres more than just the Empire for the good guys to worry about."—The Hollywood Reporter As the Empire reels from its critical defeats at the Battle of Endor, the Rebel Alliance—now a fledgling New Republic—presses its advantage by hunting down the enemys scattered forces before they can regroup and retaliate. But above the remote planet Akiva, an ominous show of the enemys strength is unfolding. Out on a lone reconnaissance mission, pilot Wedge Antilles watches Imperial Star Destroyers gather like birds of prey circling for a kill, but hes taken captive before he can report back to the New Republic leaders. Meanwhile, on the planets surface, former rebel fighter Norra Wexley has returned to her native world—war weary, ready to reunite with her estranged son, and eager to build a new life in some distant place. But when Norra intercepts Wedge Antilless urgent distress call, she realizes her time as a freedom fighter is not yet over. What she doesnt know is just how close the enemy is—or how decisive and dangerous her new mission will be. Determined to preserve the Empires power, the surviving Imperial elite are converging on Akiva for a top-secret emergency summit—to consolidate their forces and rally for a counterstrike. But they havent reckoned on Norra and her newfound allies—her technical-genius son, a Zabrak bounty hunter, and a reprobate Imperial defector—who are prepared to do whatever they must to end the Empires oppressive reign once and for all.Praise for Aftermath "The Force is strong with Star Wars: Aftermath."—Alternative Nation "The Star Wars universe is fresh and new again, and just as rich and mysterious as it always was."—Den of Geek"[Chuck] Wendig neatly captures the current states of the Empire and Rebel Alliance and does so through flawed, real, and nuanced characters. His writing gets you up close and personal. . . . Wendig does wonders with dialogue and voice and carving out space for everyone to breathe. Aftermath is a strong foot forward into unexplored territory and puts down just enough foundation that you can start picturing the Resistance and First Order of The Force Awakens taking shape."—Nerdist "If the opening chapter of the Wendigs Aftermath trilogy is any indication, the Journey to Star Wars: The Force Awakens will be every bit as exciting as the movie."—New York Daily News "A wonderful Star Wars adventure by a gifted author."—SF Book Reviews Author Biography Chuck Wendig is a novelist, screenwriter, and game designer. Hes the author of many novels, including Blackbirds, Atlanta Burns, Zer0es, and the YA Heartland series. He is co-writer of the short film Pandemic and the Emmy-nominated digital narrative Collapsus. He currently lives in the forests of Pennsyltucky with wife, son, and red dog. Review "Star Wars: Aftermath [reveals] what happened after the events of 1983s Return of the Jedi. It turns out, theres more than just the Empire for the good guys to worry about."—The Hollywood Reporter "The Force is strong with Star Wars: Aftermath."—Alternative Nation "The Star Wars universe is fresh and new again, and just as rich and mysterious as it always was."—Den of Geek"[Chuck] Wendig neatly captures the current states of the Empire and Rebel Alliance and does so through flawed, real, and nuanced characters. His writing gets you up close and personal. . . . Wendig does wonders with dialogue and voice and carving out space for everyone to breathe. Aftermath is a strong foot forward into unexplored territory and puts down just enough foundation that you can start picturing the Resistance and First Order of The Force Awakens taking shape."—Nerdist "If the opening chapter of the Wendigs Aftermath trilogy is any indication, the Journey to Star Wars: The Force Awakens will be every bit as exciting as the movie."—New York Daily News "A wonderful Star Wars adventure by a gifted author."—SF Book Reviews Review Quote " Star Wars: Aftermath [reveals] what happened after the events of 1983s Return of the Jedi . It turns out, theres more than just the Empire for the good guys to worry about." -- The Hollywood Reporter Excerpt from Book "We have to turn around," Norra says. "Plot another course--" "Whoa, whoa, no," Owerto says, half laughing. He looks up at her--one half of his dark face burned underneath a mottled carpet of scars, scars he claims to have earned with a different story each time he tells it: lava, wampa, blaster fire, got blitzed on Corellian rum and fell down on a hot camping stove. "Miss Susser--" "Now that Im home, Im going by my married name again. Wexley." " Norra. You paid me to get you onto the surface of that planet." He points out the window. There: home. Or was, once. The planet Akiva. Clouds swirling in lazy spirals over the jungles and mountains. Above it: Two Star Destroyers hang there like swords above the surface. "More important, you aint the only cargo Im bringing in. Im finishing this job." "They told us to turn around. This is a blockade--" "And smugglers like me are very good at getting around those." "We need to get back to the Alliance--" She corrects herself. Thats old thinking. "The New Republic. They need to know." A third Star Destroyer suddenly cuts through space, appearing in line with the others. "You got family down there?"She offers a stiff nod. "Thats why Im here." Thats why Im home. "This was always a risk. The Empires been here on Akiva for years. Not like this, but . . . theyre here, and were gonna have to deal with it." He leans in and says: "You know why I call this ship the Moth ?" "I dont." "You ever try to catch a moth? Cup your hands, chase after it, catch it? White moth, brown moth, any moth at all? You cant do it. They always get away. Herky-jerky up-and-down left-and-right. Like a puppet dancing on somebodys strings. Thats me. Thats this ship." "I still dont like it." "I dont like it, either, but life is full of unlikable things. You wanna see your family again? Then were doing this. Nows the time, too. Looks like theyre just getting set up. Might could be more on the way." A half-mad gleam in his one good eye. His other: an implacable red lens framed in an ill-fitting O-ring bolted to the scarred skin. He grins, then: crooked teeth stretched wide. He actually likes this. Smugglers, she thinks.Well, she paid for the ticket. Time to take the ride. The long black table gleams with light shining up from it--a holo-graphic schematic of the Vigilance s docking bay and surrounding environs. It incorporates a fresh droid scan and shows damage to two of the TIE fighters, not to mention the bodies of the stormtroopers-- those left there as a reminder to others what can happen when you tussle with rebels. The pilot of the Starhopper? Most definitely a rebel. Now the question: Was this an attack? Did he know they were here? Or is this some confluence of events, some crass coincidence that led to this intersection? That, a problem for later. The problem now is figuring out just where he went. Because as she thought, the ship contained no body. Best she can figure, he rigged the proton torpedoes to blow. Before they did, however, he . . . what? She taps a button, goes back to the Starhopper schematic she pulled off the Imperial databases. There. A stern-side door. Small, but enough to load small parcels of cargo in and out. Her new pilot friend ducked out the back. Wouldve been a considerable jump. Jedi? No. Couldnt be. Only one of those out there--and zero chance the rebels would send their golden boy, Skywalker. Back to the bay schematic-- She spins it. Highlights the access ducts. Thats it. She pulls her comm. "Tothwin. Our pilot is in the ducts. Ill bet all my credits youll find an open vent--" "We have a problem." The problem is that you interrupted me, she thinks but does not say. "What is it?" "We have a blockade-runner." "Another terrorist?" "Could be. Looks like a bog-standard smuggler, though. Flying a small Corellian freighter--an, ahh, lets see, an MK-4." "Dispatch the TIEs. Let them deal with it.""Of course, Admiral." Everything feels like its in slow motion. Norra sits, frozen in the navigators chair next to Owerto Naiucho, the scar-faced smuggler--flashes of light on his face, green light from the incoming lasers, orange light blooming from a TIE fighter meeting its untimely end. Outside, ahead of them, a swarm of TIEs like a cloud of insects--the horrible scream as they pass, vibrating the chair beneath her and the console gripped in her white-knuckled hands. In the moments when she blinks, she doesnt see darkness. She sees another battle unfolding-- "Its a trap!" comes Ackbars voice over the comm. The dread feeling as Imperial TIEs descend upon them like redjacket wasps from a rock- struck nest. The dark of space lighting up with a crackling beam of viridian light--that coming from the half-constructed Death Star, just one more shovelful of dirt on the Alliances grave as one of their own capital ships is gone, erased in a pulse of light, lightning, and fire-- The freighter dives toward the planets surface. Turning like a screw. The ship shuddering as laserfire scores its side. The shields wont hold forever. Owertos yelling at her: "You need to handle the guns! Norra! The guns. " But she cant get up out of that chair. Her bloodless hands wont even leave the console. Her mouth is dry. Her underarms wet. Her heart is beating like a pulsar star before it goes dark. "We want you to fly with us," Captain Antilles says. She objects, of course--shes been working for the rebels for years now, since before the destruction of the first Death Star, but as a freighter pilot. Carrying message droids, or smuggling weapons, or just shuttling people from planet to planet and base to base. "And that doesnt change the kind of pilot you are," he says. "You outran a Star Destroyer. You forced two TIE interceptors to crash into each other. Youve always been a great pilot. And we need you now for when General Solo gets those shield generators down." He asks her again: Is she in? Will she fly with the red and the gold? Yes. She says yes. Because of course she does--how could she say otherwise? Everything, gone dizzy. Lights inside the cabin flashing. A rain of sparks from somewhere behind their chairs. Here in the Moth, everything feels balanced on the head of a pin. Through the glass, the planet. The clouds, coming closer. TIE fighters punching holes through them, vapor swirling behind them. She stands up, hands shaking. Inside the bowels of the beast. Pipes and hissing steam. Skeletal beams and bundles of cord and conduit. The guts of the resurrected Death Star. The shields are down. This is their one chance. But the TIE fighters are everywhere. Coming up behind them, hawks nipping at their tail feathers. She knows where this goes: It means shes going to die. But thats how things get done. Gold Leader comms in--Landos voice in her ear, and his Sullustan copilots just behind it. They tell her what to do. And again she thinks: This is it, this is how I die. She accelerates her fighter. The heat signature of the core goes left. She pulls her Y-wing right--and a handful of the TIEs break off and follow her deeper. Away from the Millennium Falcon. Away from the X-wings. Laserfire frying her engines. Popping the top off her astromech. Smoke filling the cabin. The smell of ozone-- "Im not a gunner," she says. "Im a pilot." Then she pulls Owerto out of his pilots chair. He protests, but she gives him a look--a look shes practiced, a look where her face hardens like cooling steel, the look of a raptor before it takes your eyes. The smuggler gives a barely perceptible nod, and its good that he does. Because as soon as shes down in the chair and grabbing the stick and throttle, she sees a pair of TIE fighters coming up fast from the front-- Her teeth clamp down so hard she thinks her jaw might break. Lasers like demon fire score the sky ahead, coming right for them. She pulls back on the stick. The Moth ceases its dive toward the planets surface--the lasers just miss, passing under the hind end of the freighter, continuing on-- Boom. They take out two of the TIE fighters that had been following close behind. And even as she continues hauling back on the stick, her stomach and heart trading places, the blood roaring in her ears, she loopty-loops the ship just in time to see the remaining two TIEs clip each other. Vertical wing panels smashing together, prying apart-- each of the short-range Imperial fighters suddenly spinning away, pirouetting wildly through space like a pair of Republic Day firecracker pinwheels. "We got more incoming!" Owerto hollers from somewhere behind her--and then she hears the gears of the Moth s twin cannons grinding as the turret spins into place and begins barking fire. Clouds whip past. The ship bangs and judders as it kicks a hole in the atmosphere. This is my home, she thinks. Or was. She grew up on Akiva. More important, Norra then was like Norra now: She doesnt much care for people. She went off on her own a lot. Explored the wilds outside the capital city of Myrra--the old temples, the cave systems, the rivers, the canyons. She knows those plac Details ISBN1101885920 Author Chuck Wendig Short Title SW AFTERMATH Pages 432 Language English ISBN-10 1101885920 ISBN-13 9781101885925 Media Book DEWEY FIC Series Star Wars: The Aftermath Trilogy Year 2016 Publication Date 2016-03-29 Series Number 1 UK Release Date 2016-03-29 Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2016-03-29 NZ Release Date 2016-03-29 US Release Date 2016-03-29 Place of Publication New York Publisher Random House Worlds Format Paperback Imprint Random House Worlds Audience General We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:97568637;

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