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  “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

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  “Chock full of all the good stuff you’ve come to expect from a battle of good against evil.”

  —Daily News, New York

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  “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.”

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  STAR WARS: THE LAST COMMAND

  A Bantam Book / May 1993

  Bantam paperback edition / February 1994

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  v3.1

  For all those who helped make

  these books possible, especially

  Anna Zahn

  Betsy Mitchell

  Lucy Autrey Wilson

  and, of course, the man whose vision started it all,

  George Lucas

  Contents

  Cover

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Dedication

  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

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  About the Author

  Also by This Author

  Star Wars Novels Timeline

  CHAPTER

  1

  Gliding through the blackness of deep space, the Imperial Star Destroyer Chimaera pointed its mighty arrowhead shape toward the dim star of its target system, three thousandths of a light-year away. And prepared itself for war.

  “All systems show battle ready, Admiral,” the comm officer reported from the portside crew pit. “The task force is beginning to check in.”

  “Very good, Lieutenant,” Grand Admiral Thrawn nodded. “Inform me when all have done so. Captain Pellaeon?”

  “Sir?” Pellaeon said, searching his superior’s face for the stress the Grand Admiral must be feeling. The stress he himself was certainly feeling. This was not just another tactical strike against the Rebellion, after all—not a minor shipping raid or even a complex but straightforward hit-and-fade against some insignificant planetary base. After nearly a month of frenzied preparations, Thrawn’s master campaign for the Empire’s final victory was about to be launched.

  But if the Grand Admiral was feeling any tension, he was keeping it to himself. “Begin the countdown,” he told Pellaeon, his voice as calm as if he were ordering dinner.

  “Yes, sir,” Pellaeon said, turning back to the group of one-quarter-size holographic figures standing before him in the Chimaera’s aft bridge hologram pod. “Gentlemen: launch marks. Bellicose: three minutes.”

  “Acknowledged, Chimaera,” Captain Aban nodded, his proper military demeanor not quite masking his eagerness to take this war back to the Rebellion. “Good hunting.”

  The holo image sputtered and vanished as the Bellicose raised its deflector shields, cutting off long-range communications. Pellaeon shifted his attention to the next image in line. “Relentless: four point five minutes.”

  “Acknowledged,” Captain Dorja said, cupping his right fist in his left in an ancient Mirshaf gesture of victory as he, too, vanished from the hologram pod.

  Pellaeon glanced at his data pad. “Judicator: six minutes.”

  “We’re ready, Chimaera,” Captain Brandei said, his voice soft. Soft, and just a little bit wrong. …

  Pellaeon frowned at him. Quarter-sized holos didn’t show a lot of detail, but even so the expression on Brandei’s face was easy to read. It was the expression of a man out for blood.

  “This is war, Captain Brandei,” Thrawn said, coming up silently to Pellaeon’s side. “Not an opportunity for personal revenge.”

  “I understand my duty, Admiral,” Brandei said stiffly.

  Thrawn’s blue-black eyebrows lifted slightly. “Do you, Captain? Do you indeed?”

  Slowly, reluctantly, some of the fire faded from Brandei’s face. “Yes, sir,” he muttered. “My duty is to the Empire, and to you, and to the ships and crews under my command.”

  “Very good,” Thrawn said. “To the living, in other words. Not to the dead.”

  Brandei was still glowering, but he gave a dutiful nod. “Yes, sir.”

  “Never forget that, Captain,” Thrawn warned him. “The fortunes of war rise and fall, and you may be assured that the Rebellion will be repaid in full for their destruction of the Peremptory at the Katana fleet skirmish. But that repayment will occur in the context of our overall strategy. Not as an act of private vengeance.” His glowing red eyes narrowed slightly. “Certainly not by any Fleet captain under my command. I trust I make myself clear.”

  Brandei’s cheek twitched. Pellaeon had never thought of the man as brilliant, but he was smart enough to recognize a threat when he heard one. “Very clear, Admiral.”

  “Good.” Thrawn eyed him a moment longer, then nodded. “I believe you’ve been given your launch mark?”

  “Yes, sir. Judicator out.”

  Thrawn looked at Pellaeon. “Continue, Captain,” he said, and turned away.

  “Yes, sir.” Pellaeon looked at his data pad. “Nemesis …”

  He finished the list without further incident. By the time the last holo image disappeared, the final check-in from their own task force was complete.

  “The timetable appears to be running smoothly,” Thrawn said as Pellaeon returned to his command station. “The Stormhawk reports that the guide freighters launched on time with tow cables functioning properly. And we’ve just intercepted a general emergency call from the Ando system.”

  The Bellicose and its task force, right on schedule. “Any response, sir?” Pellaeon asked.

  “The Rebel base at Ord Pardro
n acknowledged,” Thrawn said. “It should be interesting to see how much help they send.”

  Pellaeon nodded. The Rebels had seen enough of Thrawn’s tactics by now to expect Ando to be a feint, and to respond accordingly. But on the other hand, an attack force consisting of an Imperial Star Destroyer and eight Katana fleet Dreadnaughts was hardly something they could afford to dismiss out of hand, either.

  Not that it really mattered. They would send a few ships to Ando to fight the Bellicose, and a few more to Filve to fight the Judicator, and a few more to Crondre to fight the Nemesis, and so on and so on. By the time the Death’s Head hit the base itself, Ord Pardron would be down to a skeleton defense and screaming itself for all the reinforcements the Rebellion could scramble.

  And that was where those reinforcements would go. Leaving the Empires true target ripe for the picking.

  Pellaeon looked out the forward viewport at the star of the Ukio system dead ahead, his throat tightening as he contemplated again the enormous conceit of this whole plan. With planetary shields able to hold off all but the most massive turbolaser and proton torpedo bombardment, conventional wisdom held that the only way to subdue a modem world was to put a fast-moving ground force down at the edges and send them overland to destroy the shield generators. Between the fire laid down by the ground force and the subsequent orbital assault, the target world was always badly damaged by the time it was finally taken. The alternative, landing hundreds of thousands of troops in a major ground campaign that could stretch into months or years, was no better. To capture a planet relatively undamaged but with shield generators still intact was considered an impossibility.

  That bit of military wisdom would fall today. Along with Ukio itself.

  “Intercepted distress signal from Filve, Admiral,” the comm officer reported. “Ord Pardron again responding.”

  “Good.” Thrawn consulted his chrono. “Seven minutes, I think, and we’ll be able to move.” His lips compressed, just noticeably. “I suppose we’d better confirm that our exalted Jedi Master is ready to do his part.”

  Pellaeon hid a grimace. Joruus C’baoth, insane clone of the long-dead Jedi Master Jorus C’baoth, who a month ago had proclaimed himself the true heir to the Empire. He didn’t like talking to the man any more than Thrawn did; but he might as well volunteer. If he didn’t, it would simply become an order. “I’ll go, sir,” he said, standing up.

  “Thank you, Captain,” Thrawn said. As if Pellaeon would have had a choice.

  He felt the mental summons the moment he stepped beyond the Force-protection of the ysalamiri scattered about the bridge on their nutrient frames. Master C’baoth, clearly, was impatient for the operation to begin. Preparing himself as best he could, fighting against C’baoth’s casual mental pressure to hurry, Pellaeon made his way down to Thrawn’s command room.

  The chamber was brightly lit, in marked contrast to the subdued lighting the Grand Admiral usually preferred. “Captain Pellaeon,” C’baoth called, beckoning to him from the double display ring in the center of the room. “Come in. I’ve been waiting for you.”

  “The rest of the operation has taken my full attention,” Pellaeon told him stiffly, trying to hide his distaste for the man. Knowing full well how futile such attempts were.

  “Of course,” C’baoth smiled, a smile that showed more effectively than any words his amusement with Pellaeon’s discomfort. “No matter. I take it Grand Admiral Thrawn is finally ready?”

  “Almost,” Pellaeon said. “We want to clear out Ord Pardron as much as possible before we move.”

  C’baoth snorted. “You continue to assume the New Republic will dance to the Grand Admiral’s tune.”

  “They will,” Pellaeon said. “The Grand Admiral has studied the enemy thoroughly.”

  “He’s studied their artwork,” C’baoth countered with another snort. “That will be useful if the time ever comes when the New Republic has nothing but artists left to throw against us.”

  A signal from the display ring saved Pellaeon from the need to reply. “We’re moving,” he told C’baoth, starting a mental countdown of the seventy-six seconds it would take to reach the Ukio system from their position and trying not to let C’baoth’s words get under his skin. He didn’t understand himself how Thrawn could so accurately learn the innermost secrets of a species from its artwork. But he’d seen that knowledge proved often enough to trust the Grand Admiral’s instincts on such things. C’baoth hadn’t.

  But then, C’baoth wasn’t really interested in an honest debate on the subject. For the past month, ever since declaring himself to be the true heir to the Emperor, C’baoth had been pressing this quiet war against Thrawn’s credibility, implying that true insight came only through the Force. And, therefore, only through him.

  Pellaeon himself didn’t buy that argument. The Emperor had been deep into this Force thing, too, and he hadn’t even been able to predict his own death at Endor. But the seeds of uncertainty C’baoth was trying to sow were nevertheless starting to take hold, particularly among the less experienced of Thrawn’s officers.

  Which was, for Pellaeon, just one more reason why this attack had to succeed. The outcome hinged as much on Thrawn’s reading of the Ukian cultural ethos as it did on straight military tactics. On Thrawn’s conviction that, at a basic psychological level, the Ukians were terrified of the impossible.

  “He will not always be right,” C’baoth said into Pellaeon’s musings.

  Pellaeon bit down hard on the inside of his cheek, the skin of his back crawling at having had his thoughts so casually invaded. “You don’t have any concept of privacy, do you?” he growled.

  “I am the Empire, Captain Pellaeon,” C’baoth said, his eyes glowing with a dark, fanatical fire. “Your thoughts are a part of your service to me.”

  “My service is to Grand Admiral Thrawn,” Pellaeon said stiffly.

  C’baoth smiled. “You may believe that if you wish. But to business—true Imperial business. When the battle here is over, Captain Pellaeon, I want a message sent to Wayland.”

  “Announcing your imminent return, no doubt,” Pellaeon said sourly. C’baoth had been insisting for nearly a month now that he would soon be going back to his former home on Wayland, where he would take command of the cloning facility in the Emperor’s old storehouse inside Mount Tantiss. So far, he’d been too busy trying to subvert Thrawn’s position to do anything more than talk about it.

  “Do not worry, Captain Pellaeon,” C’baoth said, all amused again. “When the time is right, I will indeed return to Wayland. Which is why you will contact Wayland after this battle is over and order them to create a clone for me. A very special clone.”

  Grand Admiral Thrawn will have to authorize that, were the words that came to mind. “What kind do you want?” were the ones that inexplicably came out. Pellaeon blinked, running the memory over in his mind again. Yes, that was what he’d said, all right.

  C’baoth smiled again at his silent confusion. “I merely wish a servant,” he said. “Someone who will be waiting there for me when I return. Formed from one of the Emperor’s prize souvenirs—sample B-2332-54, I believe it was. You will, of course, impress upon the garrison commander there that this must be done in total secrecy.”

  I will do nothing of the sort. “Yes,” Pellaeon heard himself say instead. The sound of the word shocked him; but certainly he didn’t mean it. On the contrary, as soon as the battle was over he’d be reporting this little incident directly to Thrawn.

  “You will also keep this conversation a private matter between ourselves,” C’baoth said lazily. “Once you have obeyed, you will forget it even happened.”

  “Of course,” Pellaeon nodded, just to shut him up. Yes, he’d report this to Thrawn, all right. The Grand Admiral would know what to do.

  The countdown reached zero, and on the main wall display the planet Ukio appeared. “We should put up a tactical display, Master C’baoth,” he said.

  C’baoth waved a hand. “As you
wish.”

  Pellaeon reached over the double display ring and touched the proper key, and in the center of the room the holographic tactical display appeared. The Chimaera was driving toward high orbit above the sunside equator; the ten Katana fleet Dreadnaughts of its task force were splitting up into outer and inner defense positions; and the Stormhawk was coming in as backstop from the night side. Other ships, mostly freighters and other commercial types, could be seen dropping through the brief gaps Ground Control was opening for them in Ukio’s energy shield, a hazy blue shell surrounding the planet about fifty kilometers above the surface. Two of the blips flashed red: the guide freighters from the Stormhawk, looking as innocent as all the rest of the ships scurrying madly for cover. The freighters, and the four invisible companions they towed.

  “Invisible only to those without eyes to see them,” C’baoth murmured.

  “So now you can see the ships themselves, can you?” Pellaeon growled. “How Jedi skills grow.”

  He’d been hoping to irritate C’baoth a little—not much, just a little. But it was a futile effort. “I can see the men inside your precious cloaking shields,” the Jedi Master said placidly. “I can see their thoughts and guide their wills. What does the metal itself matter?”

  Pellaeon felt his lip twist. “I suppose there’s a lot that doesn’t matter to you,” he said.

  From the corner of his eye he saw C’baoth smile. “What doesn’t matter to a Jedi Master does not matter to the universe.”

  The freighters and cloaked cruisers were nearly to the shield now. “They’ll be dropping the tow cables as soon as they’re inside the shield,” Pellaeon reminded C’baoth. “Are you ready?”

 

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