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Star Wars
®
adventures:

HEIR TO THE EMPIRE
by Timothy Zahn

“CHOCK FULL OF ALL THE GOOD STUFF YOU’VE COME TO EXPECT FROM A BATTLE OF GOOD AGAINST EVIL.”
—Daily News
, New York

“MOVES WITH A SPEED-OF-LIGHT PACE THAT CAPTURES THE SPIRIT OF THE MOVIE TRILOGY SO WELL, YOU CAN ALMOST HEAR JOHN WILLIAMS’S SOUNDTRACK.”
—The Providence Sunday Journal

DARK FORCE RISING
by Timothy Zahn

“CONTINUES [ZAHN’S] REMARKABLE EXTRAPOLATION FROM GEORGE LUCAS’S TRILOGY.”
—Chicago Sun-Times

“ZAHN HAS PERFECTLY CAPTURED THE PACE AND FLAVOR OF THE
STAR WARS
MOVIES. THIS IS SPACE OPERA AT ITS BEST.”
—The Sunday Oklahoman

THE JEDI ACADEMY TRILOGY
by Kevin J. Anderson

“ANDERSON HAS ALL BUT ASSUMED THE TITLE OF CHANCELLOR OF
STAR WARS
UNIVERSITY.”
—Starlog

“DEFTLY PUTS THE
STAR WARS
CHARACTERS THROUGH THEIR PACES WITH NEVER A SLIP, AND WITH NEVER A DULL MOMENT.”
—The Sunday Oregonian,
Portland

This edition contains the complete text of the original hardcover
edition. NOT ONE WORD HAS BEEN OMITTED.

STAR WARS: SHADOWS OF THE EMPIRE
A Bantam Spectra Book

PUBLISHING HISTORY
Bantam hardcover edition published May 1996
Bantam mass market edition/April 1997

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v3.1

F
OR DIANNE;
and for
Tom “Mississippi” Dupree,
who put me in the rotation and
thus let me get a chance to bat.

Acknowledgments

I
could not have written a book set in such a wonderfully rich and complex universe as this all by myself. I had help, lots of it, and I owe thanks to many people. You should know who they are. My apologies to any I might have missed, and the usual caveat applies: If I screwed up their input, it is my fault and not theirs. If you are a fan of the books, comics, games, or movies, you’ll probably recognize some of these names.

My gratitude goes to: Tom Dupree; Howard Roffman, Lucy Wilson, Sue Rostoni, and Allan Kausch; Jon Knoles, Steve Dauterman, and Larry Holland; Bill Slavicsek; Bill Smith; Mike Richardson, Ryder Windham, Kilian Plunkett, and John Wagner; Timothy Zahn, Kevin J. Anderson, and Rebecca Moesta; Jean Naggar; Dianne, Danelle, and Dal Perry; Cady Jo Ivy and Roxanne de Bergerac. I’d also like to thank the fans in the Star Wars Forum on America Online—I got some great ideas as I lurked and listened there. And last but certainly not least, thanks to the man who dreamed up, then built this absolutely terrific toy in the first place: George Lucas.

Appreciate it, gang. Really.

Contents

About the Author

Introduction to the
Star Wars
Expanded Universe

Excerpt from
Star Wars: Shadow Games

Introduction to the Old Republic Era

Introduction to the Rise of the Empire Era

Introduction to the Rebellion Era

Introduction to the New Republic Era

Introduction to the New Jedi Order Era

Introduction to the Legacy Era

Star Wars
Novels Timeline

“F
ace it, if crime did not pay,
there would be very few criminals.”

L
AUGHTON
L
EWIS
B
URDOCK

Prologue

H
e looks like a walking corpse
, Xizor thought.
Like a mummified body dead a thousand years. Amazing he is still alive, much less the most powerful man in the galaxy. He isn’t even that old; it is more as if something is slowly eating him
.

Xizor stood four meters away from the Emperor, watching as the man who had long ago been Senator Palpatine moved to stand in the holocam field. He imagined he could smell the decay in the Emperor’s worn body. Likely that was just some trick of the recycled air, run through dozens of filters to ensure that there was no chance of any poison gas being introduced into it. Filtered the life out of it, perhaps, giving it that dead smell.

The viewer on the other end of the holo-link would see a close-up of the Emperor’s head and shoulders, of an age-ravaged face shrouded in the cowl of his dark zeyd-cloth robe. The man on the other end of the transmission, light-years away, would not see Xizor, though
Xizor would be able to see him. It was a measure of the Emperor’s trust that Xizor was allowed to be here while the conversation took place.

The man on the other end of the transmission—if he could still be called that—

The air swirled inside the Imperial chamber in front of the Emperor, coalesced, and blossomed into the image of a figure down on one knee. A caped humanoid biped dressed in jet black, face hidden under a full helmet and breathing mask:

Darth Vader.

Vader spoke: “What is thy bidding, my master?”

If Xizor could have hurled a power bolt through time and space to strike Vader dead, he would have done it without blinking. Wishful thinking: Vader was too powerful to attack directly.

“There is a great disturbance in the Force,” the Emperor said.

“I have felt it,” Vader said.

“We have a new enemy. Luke Skywalker.”

Skywalker? That had been Vader’s name, a long time ago. Who was this person with the same name, someone so powerful as to be worth a conversation between the Emperor and his most loathsome creation? More importantly, why had Xizor’s agents not uncovered this before now? Xizor’s ire was instant—but cold. No sign of his surprise or anger would show on his imperturbable features. The Falleen did not allow their emotions to burst forth as did many of the inferior species; no, the Falleen ancestry was not fur but scales, not mammalian but reptilian. Not wild but coolly calculating. Such was much better. Much safer.

“Yes, my master,” Vader continued.

“He could destroy us,” the Emperor said.

Xizor’s attention was riveted upon the Emperor and the holographic image of Vader kneeling on the deck of a ship far away. Here was interesting news indeed.
Something the Emperor perceived as a danger to himself? Something the Emperor feared?

“He’s just a boy,” Vader said, “Obi-Wan can no longer help him.”

Obi-Wan. That name Xizor knew. He was among the last of the Jedi Knights, a general. But he’d been dead for decades, hadn’t he?

Apparently Xizor’s information was wrong if Obi-Wan had been helping someone who was still a boy. His agents were going to be sorry.

Even as Xizor took in the distant image of Vader and the nearness of the Emperor, even as he was aware of the luxury of the Emperor’s private and protected chamber at the core of the giant pyramidal palace, he was also able to make a mental note to himself: Somebody’s head would roll for the failure to make him aware of all this. Knowledge was power; lack of knowledge was weakness. This was something he could not permit.

The Emperor continued. “The Force is strong with him. The son of Skywalker must not become a Jedi.”

Son
of Skywalker?

Vader’s
son! Amazing!

“If he could be turned he would become a powerful ally,” Vader said.

There was something in Vader’s voice when he said this, something Xizor could not quite put his finger on. Longing? Worry?

Hope?

“Yes … yes. He would be a great asset,” the Emperor said. “Can it be done?”

There was the briefest of pauses. “He will join us or die, Master.”

Xizor felt the smile, though he did not allow it to show any more than he had allowed his anger play. Ah. Vader wanted Skywalker alive,
that
was what had been in his tone. Yes, he had said that the boy would join them or die, but this latter part was obviously meant
only to placate the Emperor. Vader had no intention of killing Skywalker, his own son; that was obvious to one as skilled in reading voices as was Xizor. He had not gotten to be the Dark Prince, Underlord of Black Sun, the largest criminal organization in the galaxy, merely on his formidable good looks. Xizor didn’t truly understand the Force that sustained the Emperor and made him and Vader so powerful, save to know that it certainly worked somehow. But he did know that it was something the extinct Jedi had supposedly mastered. And now, apparently, this new player had tapped into it. Vader wanted Skywalker alive, had practically promised the Emperor that he would deliver him alive—and converted.

This was most interesting.

Most interesting indeed.

The Emperor finished his communication and turned back to face him. “Now, where were we, Prince Xizor?”

The Dark Prince smiled. He would attend to the business at hand, but he would not forget the name of Luke Skywalker.

1

C
hewbacca roared his rage. A stormtrooper grabbed at him and he knocked the man flying, armor clattering as he fell into the pit. Two more guards came in, and the Wookiee battered them both aside as if they were nothing, a child tossing dolls around—

In another second one of Vader’s troops would shoot Chewie. He was big and strong, but he couldn’t win; they’d cut him down—

Han started yelling at the Wookiee, calming him.

Leia stared, unable to move, unable to believe this was happening.

Han kept talking: “Chewie, there’ll be another time! The princess, you have to take care of her. D’you hear me? Huh?”

They were in a dank chamber in the bowels of Cloud City on Bespin, where Han’s so-called friend Lando Calrissian had betrayed them to Darth Vader. The scene was bathed in a buttery golden light that made it seem even more surreal. Chewbacca blinked at
Han, the half-assembled droid Threepio jutting from a sack on the Wookiee’s back. The traitor Calrissian stood off to one side like some feral creature. There were more guards, techs, bounty hunters. Vader and the stink of liquid carbonite permeated the air around them all, a smell of morgues and graves combined.

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