Star Wars: Catalyst
A Rogue One Novel
(Sprache: Englisch)
NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER Lauded Star Wars author James Luceno returns to pen an intense tale of ambition and betrayal that sets the stage for Rogue One: A Star Wars Story.
War is tearing the galaxy apart. For years the Republic and...
War is tearing the galaxy apart. For years the Republic and...
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NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER Lauded Star Wars author James Luceno returns to pen an intense tale of ambition and betrayal that sets the stage for Rogue One: A Star Wars Story. War is tearing the galaxy apart. For years the Republic and the Separatists have battled across the stars, each building more and more deadly technology in an attempt to win the war. As a member of Chancellor Palpatine s top-secret Death Star project, Orson Krennic is determined to develop a superweapon before the Republic s enemies can. And an old friend of Krennic s, the brilliant scientist Galen Erso, could be the key.
Galen s energy-focused research has captured the attention of both Krennic and his foes, making the scientist a crucial pawn in the galactic conflict. But after Krennic rescues Galen; his wife, Lyra; and their young daughter, Jyn, from Separatist kidnappers, the Erso family is deeply in Krennic s debt. Krennic then offers Galen an extraordinary opportunity: to continue his scientific studies with every resource put utterly at his disposal. While Galen and Lyra believe that his energy research will be used purely in altruistic ways, Krennic has other plans that will finally make the Death Star a reality. Trapped in their benefactor s tightening grasp, the Ersos must untangle Krennic s web of deception to save themselves and the entire galaxy.
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What if . . .
It was as much as Galen Erso got out before falling silent and pacing away from the alphanumeric data field that hovered above the holoprojector. Galen s fragment of a question also seemed to hang in the air, and his fellow researchers in the control room stopped what they were doing to regard him in palpable expectation. One of them, Nurboo, broke the pregnant silence.
You ve a new idea, Galen? Should we delay the test?
Galen either didn t hear him or didn t care to. He stood motionless for a moment, his gaze unfocused, then resumed his determined pacing, mumbling numbers and calculations to himself.
A second Valltii gave his large and hirsute head a doleful shake. It s no good, we ve lost him.
From across the room, Tambo s gravelly voice shushed him.
Can t you see he s thinking?
Galen s pose certainly said as much. His head was lowered, eyes and lips narrowed, and his thick arms were folded across his chest, as if clutching something to himself. The new idea, perhaps.
Standing just over 1.8 meters tall, he was broad-shouldered and well developed, despite having spent most of his thirty-odd standard years in earnest rumination and reflection, often scribbling the results of all that thinking on whatever was handy. His hair was uncombed, falling around his face in heavy strands in a way that made him dashing in sunlight, dangerous in the dark.
Lyra finally pushed herself out of her chair and ambled over to him.
What if . . . she said in a patient, leading way.
Everyone in the control room took it as a good sign when the thumb and forefinger of Galen s left hand went briefly to the corners of his mouth, stretching the skin.
We re getting there, Lyra said. She loved it when Galen went so deep that he essentially disappeared from the world, going where few could follow, to his own private hyperspace.
A few centimeters shorter than him, she had a high forehead and layered auburn hair
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that just reached her shoulders. Arching brows and a slightly downturned mouth gave her a somewhat somber look, though she was anything but. She and Galen had wed on Coruscant almost five years earlier, and she was every bit her husband s equal in appeal, with the physique of a natural athlete, honed by a lifetime of exploration on dozens of remote worlds. Bundled up in a coarse sweater and baggy trousers, Lyra affected a colorful earflapped cap made of local yarn, and she wore it well.
The only humans among the research group, they were a long way from the Core, and even farther from the conflict that had recently erupted between the Republic and the Confederacy of Independent Systems, the so-called Separatists. The six stout Valltii they had lived and worked with for the past four standard months had large round faces and mouths made for chewing meat. Beneath lustrous growths of facial hair, their skin was as blue as the glacial ice that covered half the planet. Galen and Lyra conversed with them in a pidgin of Galactic Basic and the indigenous language, which was guttural and filled with lengthy words that were confounding to humans. With an ear for mimicry, Lyra did better with the language than Galen did.
She was on the verge of goading him again when he blinked as if remembering who or where he was, and his attention returned to the data field.
She smiled lightly. He was back.
Reviewing the lengthy differential equations top to bottom, Galen stepped closer to the field, as if there were something to be discerned behind it or along its faintly oscillating edges.
Assis, he said finally, addressing the droid on the far side of the holoprojector.
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The only humans among the research group, they were a long way from the Core, and even farther from the conflict that had recently erupted between the Republic and the Confederacy of Independent Systems, the so-called Separatists. The six stout Valltii they had lived and worked with for the past four standard months had large round faces and mouths made for chewing meat. Beneath lustrous growths of facial hair, their skin was as blue as the glacial ice that covered half the planet. Galen and Lyra conversed with them in a pidgin of Galactic Basic and the indigenous language, which was guttural and filled with lengthy words that were confounding to humans. With an ear for mimicry, Lyra did better with the language than Galen did.
She was on the verge of goading him again when he blinked as if remembering who or where he was, and his attention returned to the data field.
She smiled lightly. He was back.
Reviewing the lengthy differential equations top to bottom, Galen stepped closer to the field, as if there were something to be discerned behind it or along its faintly oscillating edges.
Assis, he said finally, addressing the droid on the far side of the holoprojector.
&ldq
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Autoren-Porträt von James Luceno
James Luceno is the New York Times bestselling author of the Star Wars novels Tarkin, Darth Plagueis, Millennium Falcon, Dark Lord: The Rise of Darth Vader, Cloak of Deception, and Labyrinth of Evil, as well as the New Jedi Order novels Agents of Chaos I: Hero s Trial and Agents of Chaos II: Jedi Eclipse, The Unifying Force, and the ebook Darth Maul: Saboteur.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: James Luceno
- 2016, 352 Seiten, Maße: 16,7 x 24,4 cm, Gebunden, Englisch
- Verlag: Penguin Random House
- ISBN-10: 0345511492
- ISBN-13: 9780345511492
- Erscheinungsdatum: 18.11.2016
Sprache:
Englisch
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