The Unifying Force

by James Luceno

  Cal Omas and the Alliance leadership had expressed their gratitude to the Jedi for finding a practical solution to the war. But now that the terms of surrender had been ratified and the Yuu/han Vong had been disarmed, the Alliance had ceased asking Luke for advice or assistance. The reconstruction of Coruscant had commenced with a great deal of fanfare, in conjunction with a grand memorial service for

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  Admiral Ackbar, and the inauguration of a new HoloNet. Jacen had traveled to Coruscant to confer with the Yuuzhan Vong shapers who had been entrusted with mapping out an accord with the World Brain. Initially the dhuryam was averse to tampering with any of its creations, but thanks to Jacen it had agreed to allow the Alliance to excavate the sacred precinct, with an eye toward restoring those New Republic structures that had survived. In the course of the excavations, vast amounts of serviceable technology had been discovered, but it would be decades before Coruscant would be suitable for anyone other than structural engineers and construction droids.

  Until then, the Galactic Alliance government was to be headquartered at Denon, a heavily populated Inner Rim world that had risen to prominence during the Old Republic era and, more important, had escaped bombardment or occupation by the Yuuzhan Vong.

  Nas Choka had succeeded in recalling many but not all of his commanders from occupied worlds. Every few days, word would reach Zonama Sekot of a costly skirmish in one star system or another. On Coruscant, too, many commanders had surrendered, though rumors persisted—and would probably continue to persist—of bands of Yuuzhan Vong warriors hiding out in the dense temperate forests of the northern hemisphere.

  Instead of returning to normal, the galaxy was slowly changing. Having been crowned a hero—even by his own Bothans— Admiral Traest Kre'fey had assumed the rank of Supreme Commander of Alliance forces, following the unexpected resignation of Sien Sow. Dif Scaur, the impetus behind Alpha Red, was also gone, gently forced into early retirement by Cal Omas, and replaced as director of Intelligence by Belindi Kalenda. Omas had assured Luke that all stores of the bioweapon had been destroyed, along with the genetic blueprint itself, since there were many who felt that the Alliance had been too compassionate with the enemy. Several species that had endured the brunt of the invasion were still demanding that the entire warrior caste be executed—an act of reprisal even Omas might have sanctioned were it not for Nas Choka's steadfast willingness to oblige. Still, no one wanted to risk a sudden recanting by the warmaster. So, immediately following the summit, all Yuuzhan Vong warriors had

  been transferred to the bellies of several Star Destroyers and troon transports, and the vessels that had comprised the mighty alien armada had been launched into Coruscant's sun, carrying with them all weapons of war.

  On Zonama Sekot, repair work to the cliff dwellings and other damaged structures continued day and night. The Ferroans were nonplussed by Sekot's willingness to bestow half of Zonama on the species that had tried to destroy it. But except for a few of the younger Ferroans who had decided to depart, most of the indigenous population had simply resigned themselves to Sekot's decision.

  Luke had been awaiting an opportunity to gather all the Jedi in one place, and was finally able to do that when Errant Venture returned to Zonama Sekot, bearing the children and other Jedi from the Maw. He gave everyone a day to mingle and catch up, then requested that everyone assemble at the forest clearing where the first coralskippers had been brought to ground.

  In groups of three and four the Jedi arrived, until all were present, including: Luke, Mara, Markre Medjev, Keyan Farlander, Tarn Azur-Jamin, Octa Ramis, Tresina Lobi, Kenth Hamner, Cilghal, Kyp Durron, Klin-Fa Gi, Tenel Ka, Madurrin, Streen, Jacen, Jaina, Kam and Tionne Solusar, Zekk, Lowbacca, Saba and Tesar Sebatyne, Izal Waz, Corran Horn, Kirana Ti, Tekli, Alema Bar, Kyle Katarn, Waxarn Kel, Tresk Im'nel, Wonetun, Hivrech'wao'Cheklev, Tyria Sarkin and Doran Sarkin-Tainer, Tahiti Veila, Sannah, and the children, including Ben, Valin, Jysella, and some twenty others.

  When everyone was settled, Luke stepped to the center of the large circle his friends and comrades had formed. Several of the children sat cross-legged on the loamy soil; others atop the grounded coralskippers. Ben sat contentedly on Mara's lap.

  "The Yuuzhan Vong will begin arriving in the coming weeks,' Luke began, pacing while he spoke. "The first collaborative act between them and Sekot will be to restore the southern hemisphere forests, which were incinerated by the original reconnaissance team fifty years ago. By working with the boras, the Yuuzhan Vong will gradually get to know Zonama, and at the same time Sekot will gradually get to know the Yuuzhan Vong. Their acceptance by Sekot will

  constitute a second chance for a species that nearly doomed itself to

  extinction."

  He stopped momentarily. "Now that we finally know what the Force wanted for the Yuuzhan Vong, it's time to ask what the Force

  wants for us."

  He gestured to his nephew. "Jacen has already accomplished more than any of us could to speed the rebuilding of Coruscant, and I don't see it as our duty to devote ourselves entirely to shoring up the Galactic Alliance as it takes its first wobbly steps toward becoming a true coalition. Our mandate to safeguard peace and justice remains, but we have to be wary of any who attempt to define peace and justice bv their own terms. Should that happen, our mandate may require us to transcend the jurisdiction of any central government.

  "I suppose we could consider initiating our own reconstruction efforts at Yavin Four, but I don't see much purpose in that task, either, since the days of the Jedi praxeum are behind us. Yavin Four had its place, but there are countless worlds where the Force is strong, and any one of them can serve as a kind of academy." Luke gestured to Kam Solusar. "Kam has suggested that we give thought to relocating to Ossus, and I'm inclined to agree with him. But the real territory we're compelled to explore is the Unifying Force—as a step toward implementing a 'new' Jedi order."

  Luke fell silent for a long moment, as he paced across the circle and back again. "On Ithor I surrendered guardianship of the Jedi. That doesn't mean that I can't still serve as a mentor and guide to some of you. Yoda instructed me to pass on what I have learned, and I mean to do just that. But others here are as equipped as I am to teach, and I encourage them to do so, should they choose to pursue that

  path.

  "But here's what I wish say to all of you: if I have learned anything from the events of the past five years, it is that the Force is more all-embracing than I ever realized. Light and dark do not always stand opposed, but mingle with each other in curious ways. More important, the Force seems to have a will, and it's when we're acting against the will of the Force that we can get into trouble. Anger by itself is not of the dark side unless it is accompanied by a desire to dominate.

  When we act in harmony with the will of the Force, we disappear into it. When we struggle against it, we not only sever our ties with the Force, but also feed the needs of chaos.

  "The evolution of sentience reflects the constant movement between those two poles. Evil—the dark side—won't be eradicated until it has been discarded as an option for acquiring power, subjugating would-be opponents, or offsetting feelings of anger, enw or exclusion. Where victims of injustice exist, the dark side finds initiates That is the cycle our actions are meant to forestall, and in this battle the Force is both our ally and our guardian. We serve it best by listening to its will, and serving the good with our every action—by personifying the Force.

  "But I'm no longer convinced that we're meant to police the galaxy. For one thing, we're too few in number. That was made evident early in the war, and it's likely to hold true for whatever conflicts erupt in the coming years. The Jedi began as a meditative order. Our forebears believed that they could balance light and dark by remaining always in the Force, and thereby perfecting themselves. Gradually, however, as the Supreme Chancellors appealed to the order time and again for advice in resolving disputes, the Jedi became adjuncts of the Old Republic, then mars
hals and warriors, taking it upon themselves to uphold the peace, and little by little being drawn away from the Force and into the mundane.

  "I don't propose that we place ourselves in seclusion and pass our days meditating on the Force—though that might be the path for some of us. But I do advocate attuning ourselves to the longer view, and reaching out to others who seek to serve the Force. The genetic makeup of each and every one of us augments our ability to tap the Force, but everyone, regardless of his or her genetics, has the potential to use the Force to one degree or another. Perhaps not to move rocks and take giant strides; but in some sense those physical powers are little more than surface effects. The real powers are more subtle, for they involve adhering to the true path, avoiding the temptation to dominate, sacrificing oneself for those who have less, and living impeccably, by recognizing that the Force doesn't flow from us but through us, ever on the move."

  Luke scanned the sea effaces. "Like our damaged galaxy, the new Jedi order will require generations to define itself. Some of us have already committed to the roles we will play in that process. Kyp, Cil-o-hal, Saba, Kenth, Tresina, and I will continue to serve on Cal Omas's

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  Advisory Council, and be the voice of the Force." He glanced at the tall Anx Jedi. "I know that Madurrin has decided to remain in service to Supreme Commander Kre'fey and Keyan Farlander, and that Tenel Ka will return to the Hapes Consortium. Kirani Ti, Damaya, and Streen have much work to do on Dathomir, and Kam, Tionne, and several others are eager to go to Ossus."

  Again, his gaze swept around the circle. "As for the rest of you, I ask only that you give deep thought as to how you might best serve the Force."

  With the lifting of Sekot's stricture regarding warships on Zonama's surface, the western rim of the Middle Distance canyon had become a landing and launch zone. The Millennium Falcon was parked there, as was Jade Shadow, along with a few Sekotan fighters and the several shuttles that had carried the Jedi adults and children from

  Errant Venture.

  Dressed in a black synfleece jacket, stylish trousers, a rakish cap, and fingerless gloves, Lando meandered with design among the ships, spotting Han at last, seated at a table with Talon, Booster, and Crev Bombassa, in an open-fronted shed built of Sekotan lamina. The three men were as bundled up as Lando was, and their amiable laughter rode out on short-lived breath clouds.

  "Where is everybody?" Lando asked when he joined them. "This place is as quiet as a convention of Defels."

  "Big meeting in the boras," Han said offhandedly. Lando grinned and prized a bottle of expensive Corellian brandy from his coat pocket. "Perfect time for us to warm our bones. Besides, there's just enough to go around."

  Han rubbed his bare hands together in anticipation. "Wasn't I just saying that cantinas are in very short supply around here?"

  Crev glanced around in wariness. "Maybe you should keep your voice low. You know, in case . . . someone's listening?"

  Booster tugged at his beard. "It is a little spooky, isn't it?"

  Talon gazed at the canyon and the distant tree line. "Now that you mention it."

  Lando put his hands on his hips and laughed. "I doubt that Sekot would begrudge us a toast or two." From the jacket's other pouch pocket, he extracted five tumblers. Lining them up on the table he began to fill them with the aromatic amber liquid. "So what do you think Luke and the rest are talking about?"

  "Same thing that's on everyone's mind," Crev said with theatrical seriousness. "Han Solo."

  Han laughed with them, then raised his glass. "I'll drink to that."

  The glass was almost to his mouth when a male voice said, "Got enough for two party crashers?"

  The five of them turned to see Wedge and Tycho hurrying toward them, sporting flight jackets and brimmed caps.

  "With their customary sense of flawless timing," Han muttered.

  Reluctantly, Lando pulled two more tumblers from his pocket, filled them, and passed them down the table. "Anyone else is going to have to provide his own glass."

  "And brandy," Crev said.

  Talon shook his head and sighed. "I've yet to meet a military man who's actually willing to pay for a drink."

  Tycho snorted. "I've never met one who has to pay."

  Wedge lifted his glass. "I'll drink to that."

  They all took long sips, smacked their lips, and set the tumblers down.

  "Anyway," Tycho continued, "that's ex-military, as of tomorrow."

  Han raised an eyebrow. "Skulking back into retirement, huh?"

  Tycho shrugged. "It's either that, or Winter leaves me."

  "She must have been talking with lella," Wedge said. "It's a conspiracy."

  Han raised his glass again. "To last flings."

  They sipped, then fell silent for a moment. Wedge fingered the tumbler through a circle. "I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm ready for the simple life again. The Alliance will just have to make do with guys like Darklighter, Page, and Cracken."

  "Pity the Alliance," Tycho said.

  Han regarded the two of them and laughed. "The familiar strains

  ofmidlife."

  Tycho jerked his thumb at Han, without looking at him. "This from a guy who refuses to go quietly into the void."

  "Not true," Han said. "It's the Falcon that keeps leading me into

  trouble."

  Booster nodded soberly. "I'm beginning to think the same of

  Errant Venture.'"

  "Next time maybe you should choose a different shade of red,"

  Talon said.

  They laughed and downed what remained in the glasses. Lando

  was quick to refill them, emptying the bottle.

  "So what's next for you guys?" Tycho asked the four members of the Smugglers' Alliance.

  "We're waiting for the dust to settle," Talon said. "And I don't mean the yorik coral dust. Everything from here to Helska and back has been given a good shaking. A lot of groups that were at the top are suddenly at the bottom, and the other way around." "Who, for instance?" Tycho said.

  Talon considered it briefly. "Well, at the top you've got the Bothans, chiefly because of Fey'lya's brave last stand and Kre'fey's heroic victory. But vying for second place are the Sullustans, Hapans, the former Imperials, the Mon Calamari."

  "Who do you figure has fallen?" Wedge asked. "Everyone Rimward of Wayland. Plus the Ithorians, Bimms, Kuati, Corellians. But more than anyone, the Hutts."

  Lando nodded. "A lot of folk were forced to do without spice during the war, and have lost their appetite for it. In fact, just about anyone who had regular dealings with the Hutts has lost credibility— the Rodians—except for the Jungle Clans—Whiphids, Klatoonians, Weequays, Vodrans, lotrans, Nikto . . . Didn't help that a lot of them supported the Peace Brigade."

  "They're the ones who should be brought to trial for war crimes,"

  Booster said.

  "They will be," Wedge said. "Cal Omas has left the decision to

  individual worlds and systems."

  "Who else is on the way up?" Tycho asked.

  "Corporate Sector and Tion Hegemony," Talon said, without having to think about it. "Just about every system Rimward of Eriadu on the Rimma, and Varonat on the Trade Spine."

  Lando looked at Han. "I'll tell you who's gained the most—your friends, the Ryn."

  Han sniffed. "Figures Droma would come out of this smelling like a flower." He paused, then added: "Of course, knowing Droma, he's somewhere saying the same about me."

  "Yeah," Tycho said. "We didn't think you could become a bigger hero than you already were, old man."

  Wedge smiled. "Someday they'll raise a statue—

  Han held up his hands. "I've already heard that one from Leia. Besides, every world, every system's contributed a hero to this war." He put his elbows on the table and leaned forward. "I haven't told this to anyone, but I swear on the Falcon that I saw Fett at Caluula, and he did as much as anyone to try to save that station from the Vong."

  Lando was s
taring at him in disbelief. "As in Boba?"

  "Of course, Boba—running with a bunch of other guys in Man-dalorian armor and jet packs. He even managed to come up with a new Firespray."

  Talon touched his mustache. "Well, I wasn't going to say anything, but I heard that that same bunch showed up to help liberate Ord Mantell."

  "And Tholatin," Crev said.

  "And Gyndine," Booster added.

  Lando shook his head, as if to clear it. "Hey, if Pellaeon can be considered an ally, why not a former bounty hunter?"

  Han glanced from Lando to Talon. "You're the people that deserve statues. But I suppose that'll have to wait until Wolam Tser or someone does a holodocumentary about the notorious Smugglers Alliance."

  "That would be Ex-Smugglers' Alliance," Talon said.

  Han rolled his eyes.

  "It's true, Han. We've mended our ways."

  "Seen the light," Booster said.

  "Come around," Crev added.

  "Reformed," Lando said.

  Tycho looked around the table. "Anyone want to add another

  cliche?"

  "How about 'gotten too old for this'?" Han said.

  Wedge nodded. "That'll do."

  Han glanced at Lando and Talon again. "What, Tendra and Shada

  are making honest men of you?"

  Talon shook his head firmly. "Shada and I are business partners.

  That's it."

  Lando grinned at Han. "Hey, it was your wife who wrote the

  book on the subject."

  Everyone laughed, then raised their tumblers. "To the war's true unsung heroes," Han said, "the spouses." When he had set down his glass, he turned back to Lando. "Seriously, Lando. What's the game plan?"