Star Wars: The Jedi Academy Trilogy I: Jedi Search

by Kevin J. Anderson

  Chewbacca swung into the compartment, ducking his head and squeezing through the narrow hatch. He looked at the skylights in the chamber’s ceiling, then growled at the shape of a Star Destroyer orbiting overhead.

  Han dropped his own helmet to the floor of the cockpit. Kyp kicked it under the seat and out of the way. Han touched the Sun Crusher’s navicomp, switching it on. “This thing is in better shape than the Imperial shuttle we stole. Are all the coordinates burned into the database, Doc?”

  Qwi nodded, sitting down primly and strapping herself into her seat. “The Sun Crusher has been ready to go for years. We’ve just been waiting for orders from the Empire. Good thing nobody came back, right?”

  Han pursed his lips, scanning the controls. “Everything here looks pretty standard,” he said. “I won’t have much time for practice.”

  Chewbacca gave an ear-splitting Wookiee bellow of challenge. Below, Han heard the heavy armored door grind open and then clattering footsteps as a squad of stormtroopers charged into the chamber.

  Standing at the door, Kyp stuck his head out of the narrow hatch. “Here they come!”

  “Seal that hatch, kid,” Han shouted. “We’re in here for the duration now! Chewie, have you found the weapons controls yet?”

  In the copilot’s chair, Chewbacca ran his huge hands over the buttons and dials. Finally finding what he wanted, he let out a yowl. Defensive laser cannons mounted at different targeting angles swiveled as he tested the aiming mechanisms.

  Small thuds banged against the Sun Crusher’s hull as the stormtroopers fired their blaster rifles, causing no damage. Han looked at Qwi. “We don’t even have the shields on!”

  “This armor will hold against anything they can throw against us,” she said with a smug smile. “It was designed to.”

  Han grinned and cracked his knuckles. “Well, in that case let’s take an extra few seconds and do this right!” He worked the controls, activating the repulsorlift engines. The interior of the Sun Crusher wobbled as the entire craft rose into the air, floating on its repulsor cushion. Outside they could hear the faint screeching of an alarm.

  “Chewie, point those laser cannons straight up. Let’s give ourselves a twenty-one-gun salute—right through the roof!”

  The Wookiee roared to himself; then, without waiting for Han to give the order, he fired all of the Sun Crusher’s weaponry at once. Kyp scrambled for his seat, strapping himself in. Qwi stared at the roof of the cockpit with wide eyes.

  The ceiling of the hangar chamber blasted outward under the barrage of laser energy. Some of the larger chunks of rubble fell downward, clanging against the Sun Crusher’s hull, but most of the skylights burst into space with the outrushing of contained air that spewed into the Maw.

  Stormtroopers, flailing their arms and legs, were sucked out through the breach, flotsam among the rock and transparisteel debris in low orbit around the clustered rocks. Their armor might protect them against massive decompression for a few minutes, but every one of them was doomed.

  Han raised the Sun Crusher up, accelerating through the escape hole they had blown through the top of the chamber. They shot into open space, and Han felt an exhilaration he had not felt since they had first arrived at Kessel.

  “Here goes nothing!” he said. “Now for the fun part.”

  Staring down at the Installation from the Gorgon’s bridge, Admiral Daala felt her stomach knot. For years her entire duty had been to protect that small clump of planetoids, to pamper the scientists. Grand Moff Tarkin had said these people held the future security of the Empire, and she had believed him.

  Daala had been stepped on, abused, taken advantage of at the Caridan military academy. Tarkin had rescued her from that. He had given her the responsibility and the power she had earned through her own abilities. She owed Tarkin everything.

  She would avenge him by destroying the New Republic as she caused their star systems to go supernova one by one. They could hide nowhere. At the same time, she would make her mark on the history of the galaxy, a warlord who had succeeded where an entire Empire had failed. The thought made Daala’s pale lips curl upward in a grim smile.

  As she watched, Daala saw the puff of an explosion on one of the rocks of Maw Installation. Then the tiny form of the Sun Crusher streaked by, a characteristically angular speck fleeing the confines of the planetoid containing it.

  “Red alert!” she shouted. “Mobilize all forces. They have the Sun Crusher, and we can’t let them take it away. That is our most valuable weapon!”

  “But … Admiral,” Commander Kratas said, “if the technical reports are correct, nothing can harm the Sun Crusher.”

  “We must find some way to capture them. Mobilize the other Star Destroyers. We’ll try to blockade them, cut off their escape. Release enough small fighters to overwhelm them.”

  She fixed Kratas with her gaze. Her hair seemed to rise by itself, as if threatening to become a garrote for his throat. “Make certain you understand this, Commander. I don’t care how many losses we take, we cannot forfeit the Sun Crusher. That one weapon is worth more to me than all six TIE fighter squadrons onboard this Star Destroyer. Retrieve it at all costs.”

  Three Star Destroyers closed in behind the stolen Sun Crusher.

  “Didn’t take them long to figure something was up,” Han said.

  Clouds of TIE fighters spewed out of the launching bays of the Manticore and the Gorgon, swarming toward them in formations so dense that Han could not see through them. Flashing, splattering laser bolts struck like pelting raindrops on the viewscreen.

  “I always wanted to see if I could fly blindfolded,” Han said.

  “What are they doing? Trying to smother us or just confuse us?” Qwi said.

  The Sun Crusher, undamaged, rocked left and right from the pummeling of blaster strikes. “No, but they can wipe out our external weaponry—in fact, they already have,” Han said, checking the readouts. “Every one of our lasers is offline.”

  “We just have to outrun them then,” Kyp said.

  Another Star Destroyer, the Basilisk, unleashed its squadrons of TIE fighters in wave after wave out of the launching bay.

  “Those ships are going to clog space so we can’t even move!” Han wrenched the Sun Crusher’s controls, trying to dodge but just squeezing his eyes shut most of the time. “Whoever heard of a traffic jam in the middle of a black hole cluster?”

  Kyp grabbed his shoulder. “Watch out, Han.”

  The fourth and last Star Destroyer reared up between them and the outside universe, blocking their passage. The Hydra lanced out with its enormous turbolaser cannons, aiming concentrated firepower at the single small ship. The remaining three Star Destroyers pressed in from behind to cut off their escape through the maze of the black hole cluster.

  “Now what?” Kyp asked. The great arrowhead shape of the Hydra filled space in front of them.

  “Qwi, you said this armor could take anything, didn’t you?” Han asked.

  “Everything I could test it with.”

  “All right, hold on. Time to accelerate for whatever this fancy toy is worth.” He jammed the control levers back. The sudden force shoved the four escapees back into their seats as the Sun Crusher surged forward, straight toward the Hydra.

  The huge battleship grew larger and larger, filling their entire field of view, and still expanding. Great green turbolaser bolts shot out at them, but the cannons could not refocus their aimpoints fast enough to compensate for the ship streaking directly at them.

  “Han, what are you doing?” Kyp cried.

  “Trust me,” Han said. “Or actually, trust her.” He nodded toward Qwi. “If she messed up her test measurements, we’re all going to be one big organic pancake!”

  The Hydra’s trapezoidal bridge tower rushed toward them, directly in their path. One suicidal TIE fighter rammed into the Sun Crusher to deflect its course, but merely exploded upon hitting the invincible quantum armor. Han had no trouble compensating for the error in t
rajectory.

  “Look out!” Qwi yelled.

  Details of the bridge tower filled their view now as they screamed toward the Imperial battleship. Han could actually see the windows of the bridge, the tiny figures of the command crew, some of them paralyzed in horror, others fleeing madly.

  “Han!” Qwi and Kyp screamed in unison. Chewbacca gave a wordless roar.

  “Right down their throat!” Han said.

  The armored Sun Crusher tore through the Hydra’s control bridge like a bullet. Flying debris sprayed in their wake. The ship shot out the other side, shredding the superstructure on its way out.

  The impact, the inferno, and a sound like a thousand gongs knocked them into a temporary stupor. Han finally whooped. “We made it!” Behind them the great battleship erupted in flames.

  “You’re crazy!” Qwi said.

  “Don’t thank me yet, Doc,” Han said.

  Burning, out of control, the decapitated Hydra wheeled backward, drifting helplessly toward the gravitational trap of one of the black holes. A flurry of escape pods shot out of the crew decks, but the low-power lifeboat engines could not generate sufficient acceleration to take them free of the black holes, and their trajectories began to spiral in.

  The lower decks and the immense hyperdrive engines of the doomed Star Destroyer began to explode as it toppled into the unstable trap of the Maw cluster. Clouds of belching flames stretched out and elongated, mingling with the swirling gas as the Hydra began its infinite plunge into the singularity.

  “We’re not home free by a long shot,” Han said as he soared into the soup of ionized gas. “Okay, Kyp,” he said. “Now it’s your turn to take the controls. Get us out of here.”

  Moments later the other three Star Destroyers rallied behind them in howling pursuit.

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  On the Gorgon’s bridge, Admiral Daala watched in horror as the Hydra crumpled into destruction, its command bridge blown apart from the impact of the Sun Crusher. The battleship’s only survivors would be the fighters in the six TIE squadrons; otherwise, all hands would be lost.

  Though her expression was carved in ice, hot tears burned unshed in Daala’s eyes. Thousands of people crashed to their deaths as the Hydra fell like a great slain dragon into the black whirlpool.

  Glinting with its maddening invincibility, the Sun Crusher streaked through the wreckage, arrowing for the outer wall of the Maw.

  “After them!” Daala snapped. “Full pursuit.”

  Failure crashed down on her like an anvil. She had been hiding in the Maw for too long, drilling her troops, putting them through practice exercises and dress rehearsals—but that had not been enough. In her first actual battle Daala had lost a quarter of her command—against four escaped prisoners!

  Grand Moff Tarkin would have struck her sharply across the face and relieved her of her rank. Daala’s cheeks stung with the imaginary blow. “They will regret the day they ever unleashed us!” she whispered.

  But without the Sun Crusher, her plans to spread havoc among the New Republic would fall apart. She took a deep, sharp breath. No time to panic now. Think fast. Make decisions. Salvage the situation.

  The communications dais shimmered, and an image of Tol Sivron appeared. The transmission flickered with staticky disruptions caused by the laser blasts flashing around them. “Admiral Daala! If you intend to deploy your fleet, I insist that you take the scientists of Maw Installation with you.”

  Not bothering to turn and look at the image of the Twi’lek, Daala continued to watch the Hydra’s fiery death. She thought of all the run-ins she’d had with the administrator—Sivron’s incompetence, his delays, his excuses, his insistence on reports and tests ad nauseum. “You’re on your own, Tol Sivron. It is time we do our duty as Imperial soldiers.”

  Tol Sivron flicked his head-tails straight out behind him in agitation. “Are you just going to leave us undefended? What about the orders Grand Moff Tarkin gave you? You are supposed to protect us! At least leave one of your Star Destroyers behind.”

  Daala shook her head, making coppery hair stream around her. “Tarkin is dead, and I’m making all the decisions now. I need every ounce of firepower to deal a fatal blow to the New Republic.”

  “Admiral Daala, I must insist—”

  Daala yanked out the blaster pistol at her hip and pointed it at Sivron’s image on the communications dais. If the Twi’lek had been on the bridge in person, she would have killed him; but she would not destroy valuable equipment in a fit of anger. Keeping the blaster pointed directly into Tol Sivron’s image, as if to threaten him, she strode forward. “Request denied, Director Sivron,” Daala said, then disconnected the dais. She turned back to watch her fleet, undisturbed.

  “Commander Kratas, we are going to leave the Maw in pursuit of the Sun Crusher. Recall all TIE fighter squadrons, now!”

  Kratas gave the order, and she watched as the tiny ships streamed back toward their bays. Daala fidgeted, hating the delay. “Have all three Star Destroyers link into the same course computer. I will call up the specific coordinates from my own personal records, coded to my password.”

  The last time anyone had left Maw Installation, it had been the construction engineers—and they had been given the wrong course, dooming them to fall into one of the black holes. This time, though, Admiral Daala and all the firepower at her disposal would spring out upon the unwary galaxy, ready to take it back.

  The Sun Crusher vibrated from a thousand stresses as it rode the razor’s edge of gravity through the maelstrom of the Maw.

  Kyp Durron sat at the simplified controls, next to the watchful eyes of Han Solo, but Han didn’t dream of interfering with Kyp’s intuition, no matter how nightmarish the path ahead seemed.

  Kyp half closed his eyes as he looked through a mental vision of the perilous maze to safety. He jerked the ship to starboard, then plunged down, frantically avoiding unseen obstacles. Han kept a firm, reassuring pressure on the kid’s shoulder. Hot gas blazed around them like hell’s furnace.

  Qwi Xux stared at Kyp and his blind piloting, her dark-blue eyes wide and her face transfixed with terror.

  “Don’t worry,” Han said. “The kid knows what he’s doing. He’ll get us through, if anybody can.”

  “But how is he doing it?” Qwi’s voice sounded flutey, like high-pitched notes played by an amateur performer.

  “Not in any way your science can explain. I’m not sure I understand the Force myself, but I don’t question it. I used to think it was a hokey religion, but not anymore.”

  Abruptly the curtains of gas parted in front of them, peeling away to reveal the black infinity of open space. At last they were free of the Maw!

  In their mad run away from the forces of Kessel, Luke and Lando tried to push through the clustered capital ships. They winced simultaneously every time a bolt impacted the Falcon’s shields.

  The mammoth form of the Loronar strike cruiser lay directly across their path, cutting them off from a dubious escape into the Maw. The ten ion cannons mounted in front of the strike cruiser belched destruction at them.

  One bolt struck the Millennium Falcon dead on, and their systems flickered as sparks flew out of the control panels. Lando grabbed at the overrides and yelled to Luke, “Our shields are failing, and these guys don’t want to take prisoners.”

  “Just get us into the Maw,” Luke said. “It’s our only chance.”

  “I never thought I’d be keeping my fingers crossed for that to happen!” Lando hunched over the controls. “Artoo, see if you can pump up the front shields. We’re going to take quite a pounding from that strike cruiser when we pass by. One good hit and we’re fried.”

  “Wait,” Luke said, squinting at the swirling gases ahead of them. “Something’s coming out!”

  The thornlike form of the Sun Crusher streaked away from the cluster, leaving a trail of hot gases. A few moments later three fully armed Imperial-class Star Destroyers charged out of the Maw like banthas on fire.

  Han
’s sigh of relief turned into an exclamation of dismay as he saw the array of Kessel’s battle fleet massed in front of them, weapons already blazing. “Where did all those ships come from! They can’t still be waiting for us!”

  Exhausted from his piloting ordeal, Kyp said, “Han, why is it that every time we escape, we end up in a worse situation than the one we left?”

  “Just good timing, kid.” He slammed his fist down on the armored controls. “This isn’t fair! They should have given us up for dead days ago!”

  Chewbacca yowled and jabbed his hairy finger at the viewport, pointing to a ship at the vanguard of the gathered attack forces. The Millennium Falcon.

  Han’s lip curled downward. “I’m going to get that slime merchant who’s flying my ship. Don’t we have any of our laser cannons still operational?”

  After rechecking the banks of instruments, Chewbacca granted a negative.

  “Then we’ll ram them like we did that Star Destroyer.”

  “Han,” Kyp said, “it looks to me like those other ships are chasing the Falcon. They’re shooting at it.”

  Han leaned forward to take a closer look. Qwi agreed with Kyp’s assessment. “That light freighter doesn’t appear to be part of the attacking fleet.”

  Green turbolaser bolts streaked toward the Falcon from the system patrol craft, the big strike cruiser, and the Carrack-class light cruisers. Han’s expression changed immediately. “Hey, what’s going on here? They better not blow up my ship!”

  Then Daala’s Star Destroyers emerged behind them, plowing their way out of the clutches of the Maw.

  “Look on the rear screens, Han!” Kyp said.

  The Star Destroyers Gorgon, Basilisk, and Manticore burst out like monsters leaping from a closet, giant demons loaded with destructive weaponry from the fallen Empire.

  The pell-mell mercenary forces of Kessel, already firing their laser cannons at the Falcon, ran headlong into the Imperial fleet. Some peeled sideways, turning to flee back toward the sanctuary of Kessel. Others panicked and opened fire on the Star Destroyers.