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Fatal alliance
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New York : Random House Audio ; Prince Frederick, MD : Distributed by Recorded Books, [2010], p2010.
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11 sound discs (14 hr.) : digital ; 4 3/4 in.
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Compact disc.

Recording originally produced by Lucasfilms, Ltd., p2010.
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Star wars, knights of the old Republic (Computer game)
After traveling across the galaxy to attend an auction held by a matriarch of the Hutt crime cartel, representatives of the Republic and the Sith Empire, a Jedi Padawan, a disenfranchised trooper drummed out of the Republic's elite Blackstar Squad, and a mysterious Mandalorian must join forces to stop a powerful threat that could destroy the galaxy.


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BioWare and LucasArts--creators of the hugely popular Star Wars:® Knights of the Old Republic® video game--have combined their storytelling talents and cutting-edge technology for an innovative new massively multiplayer online role-playing game that allows players to create their own personal Star Wars adventure 3,500 years before the rise of Darth Vader. Now #1 New York Times bestselling author Sean Williams brings the world of the game to life in his latest novel, Star Wars: The Old Republic: Fatal Alliance.

Tassaa Bareesh, a matriarch in the Hutt crime cartel, is holding an auction that's drawing attention from across the galaxy. Representatives of both the Republic and the Sith Empire are present, along with a Jedi Padawan sent to investigate, a disenfranchised trooper drummed out of the Republic's elite  Blackstar Squad, and a mysterious Mandalorian with a private agenda. But the Republic's envoy is not what he seems, the Empire's delegate is a ruthless Sith apprentice, the Jedi Padawan is determined to do the right thing and terrified that he can't, the trooper hopes to redeem her reputation, and the Mandalorian is somehow managing to keep one step ahead of everyone.
None of these guests--invited or uninvited--have any intention of participating in the auction. Instead they plan to steal the prize, which is locked inside an impregnable vault: two burned chunks of an exploded star cruiser, one of which may hold the key to the wealth of an entire world.

But the truth about the treasure is dangerous and deadly. And in the end, Sith and Jedi, Republic and Empire, must do something they've never done before, something that all the agents of good and evil could never make them do: join together to stop a powerful threat that could destroy the galaxy.

From the Hardcover edition.

Author Notes

Sean Williams was born in Whyalla, Australia in 1967. He studied at Adelaide University receiving a Bachelor of Economics. Sean completed a Masters in Creative Writing in 2005 and is currently a PhD candidate. Sean is a prolific writer. His books include the Books of the Catalcysm and (with Shane Dix) Evergence, Orphans and Geodesica series. Sean is a multiple recipient of both the Ditmar and Aurealis Awards. He won the 2015 Aurealis Awards Best Science Fiction Short Story. His novelisation of Star Wars: The Force Unleashed was the first novelisation of a computer game to debut at #1 on the "New York Times" bestseller list.

(Bowker Author Biography)

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Booklist Review

Well back in the days of the old republic, smuggler Jet Nebula discovers a treasure whose present and ultimate value he cannot even begin to estimate. He soon learns that it is valuable to enough different, well-armed parties to threaten not only the peace of the galaxy but also his own life expectancy. The Hutts want it to sell to the highest bidder whether the crumbling republic or the rising empire, they don't care. The Sith, all two of them, have their own plans. So does the Jedi high council, with more scruples but greater numbers behind them. A Mandalorian seems to see in the find a clue to a long-unsolved and quite dire crime, while a spy of indeterminate loyalties plays all sides at once, which hints strongly of knowledge of what the mystery object really is. This novel is tied in to the Star Wars universe at a stage in its history that is still being explored in print fiction, and it is also the prequel to what promises to be the largest, most ambitious electronic role-playing game yet to be spun off of that universe. With so much riding on its shoulders, the book demands an unusual gift for cracking good space opera, and that Williams possesses in full measure.--Green, Roland Copyright 2010 Booklist

Library Journal Review

When smuggler Jet Nebula discovers a mysterious "treasure" in an unfrequented part of space, Hutt criminal overlord Tassaa Bareesh holds an auction that attracts bidders from both the Empire and the Republic. Sith apprentice Eldon Ax, convinced that the treasure holds clues to the fate of her mother, and Jedi Padawan Shigar Konshi, seeking to prove his worthiness to become a Jedi Knight, are drawn into a complex web of intrigue and danger that brings Empire, Republic, and independent agents together against a threat to the entire galaxy. The author of mainstream sf (Metal Fatigue) as well as several Star Warsr novels (Star Warsr: The Force Unleashed) launches a prequel that serves as a tie-in to Star Warsr: The Old RepublicT, the multiplayer online PC game forthcoming from LucasArts and BioWare. Primarily focusing on the action and political intrigue of space opera, Williams introduces a cast of characters representing different factions in the Star Warsr universe. VERDICT Star Warsr fans will look forward to the latest addition to the literature of Lucas's beloved galactic classic. Libraries should expect demand. (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.



Chapter One Shigar Konshi followed the sound of blasterfire through Coruscant's old districts. He never stumbled, never slipped, never lost his way, even through lanes that were narrow and crowded with years of detritus that had settled slowly from the levels above. Cables and signs swayed overhead, hanging so low in places that Shigar was forced to duck beneath them. Tall and slender, with one blue chevron on each cheek, the Jedi apprentice moved with grace and surety surprising for his eighteen years. At the core of his being, however, he seethed. Master Nikil Nobil's decision had cut no less deeply for being delivered by hologram from the other side of the galaxy. "The High Council finds Shigar Konshi unready for Jedi trials." The decision had shocked him, but Shigar knew better than to speak. The last thing he wanted to do was convey the shame and resentment he felt in front of the Council. "Tell him why," said Grand Master Satele Shan, standing at his side with hands folded firmly before her. She was a full head shorter than Shigar but radiated an indomitable sense of self. Even via holoprojector, she made Master Nobil, an immense Thisspiasian with full ceremonial beard, shift uncomfortably on his tail. "We-that is, the Council-regard your Padawan's training as incomplete." Shigar flushed. "In what way, Master Nobil?" His Master silenced him with a gentle but irresistible telepathic nudge. "He is close to attaining full mastery," she assured the Council. "I am certain that it is only a matter of time." "A Jedi Knight is a Jedi Knight in all respects," said the distant Master. "There are no exceptions, even for you." Master Satele nodded her acceptance of the decision. Shigar bit his tongue. She said she believed in him, so why did she not overrule the decision? She didn't have to submit to the Council. If he weren't her Padawan, would she have spoken up for him then? His unsettled feelings were not hidden as well as he would have liked. "Your lack of self-control reveals itself in many ways," said Master Nobil to him in a stern tone. "Take your recent comments to Senator Vuub regarding the policies of the Resource Management Council. We may all agree that the Republic's handling of the current crisis is less than perfect, but anything short of the utmost political discipline is unforgivable at this time. Do you understand?" Shigar bowed his head. He should've known that the slippery Neimoidian was after more than just his opinion when she'd sidled up to him and flattered him with praise. When the Empire had invaded Coruscant, it had only handed the world back to the Republic in exchange for a large number of territorial concessions elsewhere. Ever since then, supply lines had been strained. That Shigar was right, and the RMC a hopelessly corrupt mess, putting the lives of billions at risk from something much worse than war-starvation, disease, disillusionment-simply didn't count in some circles. Master Nobil's forbidding visage softened. "You are naturally disappointed. I understand. Know that the Grand Master has spoken strongly in favor of you for a long time. In all respects but this one do we defer to her judgment. She cannot sway our combined decision, but she has drawn our attention. We will be watching your progress closely, with high expectations." The holoconference had ended there, and Shigar felt the same conflicted emptiness in the depths of Coruscant as he had then. Unready? High expectations? The Council was playing a game with him- or so it felt-batting him backward and forward like a felinx in a cage. Would he ever be free to follow his own path? Master Satele understood his feelings better than he did. "Go for a walk," she had told him, putting a hand on each shoulder and holding his gaze long enough to make sure he understood her intentions. She was giving him an opportunity to cool down, not dismissing him. "I need to talk to Supreme Commander Stantorrs anyway. Let's meet later in Union Cloisters." "Yes, Master." And so he was walking and stewing. Somewhere inside him, he knew, had to be the strength to rise above this temporary setback, the discipline to bring the last threads of his talent into a unified design. But on this occasion, his instincts were leading him away from stillness, not toward it. The sound of blasterfire grew louder ahead of him. Shigar stopped in an alley that stank like a woodoo's leavings. A swinging light flashed fitfully on and off in the level above, casting rubbish and rot in unwanted relief. An ancient droid watched with blinking red eyes from a filthy niche, rusted fingers protectively gathering wires and servos back into its gaping chest plate. The cold war with the Empire was being conducted far away from this alley and its unhappy resident, but its effects were keenly felt. If he wanted to be angry at the state of the Republic, he couldn't have chosen a better place for it. The shooting intensified. His hand reached for the grip of his lightsaber. There is no emotion, he told himself. There is only peace. But how could there be peace without justice? What did the Jedi Council, sitting comfortably in their new Temple on Tython, know about that? The sound of screams broke him out of his contemplative trance. Between one heartbeat and the next he was gone, the emerald fire of his lightsaber lingering a split instant behind him, brilliant in the gloom. Larin Moxla paused to tighten the belly strap on her armor. The wretched thing kept coming loose, and she didn't want to take any chances. Until the justicars got there, she was the only thing standing between the Black Sun gangsters and the relatively innocent residents of Gnawer's Roost. It sounded like half of it had been shot to pieces already. Satisfied that nothing too vulnerable was exposed, she peered out from cover and hefted her modified snub rifle. Illegal on Coruscant except for elite special forces commandos, it featured a powerful sniper sight, which she trained on the Black Sun safehouse. The main entrance was deserted, and there was no sign of the roof guard. That was unexpected. Still the blasterfire came from within the fortified building. Could it be a trap of some kind? Wishing as always that she had backup, she lowered the rifle and lifted her helmeted head into full view. No one took a potshot at her. No one even noticed her. The only people she could see were locals running for cover. But for the commotion coming from within, the street could have been completely deserted. Trap or no trap, she decided to get closer. Rattling slightly, and ignoring the places where her secondhand armor chafed, Larin hustled low and fast from cover to cover until she was just meters from the front entrance. The weapons-fire was deafening now, and screaming came with it. She tried to identify the weapons. Blaster pistols and rifles of several different makes; at least one floor-mounted cannon; two or three vibrosaws; and beneath all that, a different sound. A roaring, as of superheated gases jetting violently through a nozzle. A flamethrower. No gang she'd heard of used fire. The risk of a blaze spreading everywhere was too high. Only someone from outside would employ a weapon like that. Only someone who didn't care what damage he left in his wake. Something exploded in an upper room, sending a shower of bricks and dust into the street. Larin ducked instinctively, but the wall held. If it had collapsed, she would have been buried under meters of rubble. Her left hand wanted to count down, and she let it. It felt wrong otherwise. Moving in-in Silence fell. She froze. It was as though someone had pulled a switch. One minute, nine kinds of chaos had been unfolding inside the building. Now there was nothing. She pulled her hand in, countdown forgotten. She wasn't going anywhere until she knew what had just happened and who was involved. Something collapsed inside the building. Larin gripped her rifle more tightly. Footsteps crunched toward the entrance. One set of feet: that was all. She stood up in full view of the entrance, placed herself side-on to reduce the target she made, and trained her rifle on the darkened doorway. The footsteps came closer-unhurried, confident, heavy. Very heavy. The moment she saw movement in the doorway, she cried out in a firm voice, "Hold it right there." Booted feet assumed a standing position. Armored shins in metallic gray and green. "Move slowly forward, into the light." The owner of the legs took one step, then two, revealing a Mandalorian so tall his helmeted head brushed the top of the doorway. "That's far enough." "For what?" Larin maintained her cool in the face of that harsh, inhuman voice, although it was difficult. She'd seen Mandalorians in action before, and she knew how woefully equipped she was to deal with one now. "For you to tell me what you were doing in there." The domed head inclined slightly. "I was seeking information." "So you're a bounty hunter?" "Does it matter what I am?" "It does when you're messing up my people." "You do not look like a member of the Black Sun syndicate." "I never said I was." "You haven't said you aren't, either." The massive figure shifted slightly, finding a new balance. "I'm seeking information concerning a woman called Lema Xandret." "Never heard of her." "Are you certain of that?" "I thought I was the one asking questions here." "You thought wrong."   Excerpted from Fatal Alliance by Sean Williams All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.