Han, Leia, Chewbacca und C-3POwerden mit einem gefährlichen Auftrag nach Tatooine gesendet. Sie sollen ein verschollenes Kunstwerk von Alderaan finden, das einen lebenswichtigen Geheimcode birgt und nach der Zerstörung des Planeten verloren ging.

Informationen zum Autor Troy Denning is the author of the New York Times bestsellers Star Wars: The New Jedi Order: Star by Star and Waterdeep (under the pseudonym Richard Awlinson) as well as nineteen other novels, including Pages of Pain, Beyond the High Road, and The Summoning . He lives in southern Wisconsin with his wife, Andria. Klappentext SPECIAL BONUS INSIDEthe exclusive story "A Forest Apart," previously available in e-book format only! Han and Leia struggle to keep the Empire at bay as stunning revelations from the past threaten to eclipse the future of the New Republic. . . . The deaths of Darth Vader and Emperor Palpatine by no means spelled the end of the Empire. In the aftermath, the New Republic has faced a constant struggle to survive. Now a new threat looms: a masterpiece of Alderaanian artlost after the planet's destructionhas resurfaced on the black market. It conceals a vital secretthe code used to communicate with New Republic agents undercover within the Empire. Discovery by Imperial forces would spell disaster. The only option is recoveryand Han, Leia, Chewbacca, and C-3PO have been dispatched to Tatooine to infiltrate the auction. When a dispute at the auction erupts into violence, the painting vanishes in the chaos. Han and Leia are thrust into a desperate race to reclaim it. As they battle against marauding TIE fighters, encroaching stormtroopers, and Tatooine's savage Tusken Raiders, Leia's emotional struggle over the specter of her infamous father culminates in the discovery of an extraordinary link to the past. And as long-buried secrets at last emerge, she faces a moment of reckoning that will forever alter her destiny . . . and that of the New Republic.Tatooine Ghost Chapter 1 Instead of bed, where she usually awoke from her dreams, Leia found herself slumped forward in her crash webbing, ears hissing with static and eyes aching from the glare of two G-class suns. Han and Chewbacca were still busy at their stations, Han plotting approach vectors and Chewbacca setting sensor filters. The planet Tatooine was just drifting into view, its yellow sodium-rich sands glowing so brightly it resembled a small sibling star in orbit around the big twins. A metallic hand tapped Leia's shoulder. She turned to see C-3PO's photoreceptors shining at her from the adjacent passen- ger seat. Pardon me for asking, Princess Leia, but are you well? Don't I look well? Oh dear, C-3PO replied, a diplomatic subroutine activating in response to her tone of voice. Why yes, you do look as splendid as ever, but it seemed for a moment as though you might have overloaded your primary circuits. My circuits are fine. I'll need to confirm that later. Han twisted around and glanced over his seat with the same crooked smile that had alternately charmed and worried Leia since their first meeting on the Death Star. Princess. Oh, really? Leia straightened herself in her chair without fully realizing she was doing it. With his tough-guy good looks and eyes sparkling with trouble, Han still made her sit up and take notice. And you think you can read my schematics? Sweetheart, I know your schematics by heart. Han's smile faded, and his expression grew concerned. Threepio's right. You look like you've seen a ghost. Something like that. A bad dream. Han looked doubtful. I've sat in that chair. That chair isn't comfortable enough for dreamsgood or bad. It's been a long trip, Leia said, perhaps a little too quickly. I must have nodded off. Han regarded her a moment longer, then shrugged. Well, see if you can stay awake. He looked forward again, to where the twin suns were slowly being eclipsed by Tatooine's steadily swelling disk. Until the sensors come up, we need to keep an eye out for other traffic.

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Troy Denning is the author of the New York Times bestsellers Star Wars: The New Jedi Order: Star by Star and Waterdeep (under the pseudonym Richard Awlinson) as well as nineteen other novels, including Pages of Pain, Beyond the High Road, and The Summoning. He lives in southern Wisconsin with his wife, Andria.

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SPECIAL BONUS INSIDE—the exclusive story "A Forest Apart," previously available in e-book format only!

Han and Leia struggle to keep the Empire at bay as stunning revelations from the past threaten to eclipse the future of the New Republic. . . .

The deaths of Darth Vader and Emperor Palpatine by no means spelled the end of the Empire. In the aftermath, the New Republic has faced a constant struggle to survive. Now a new threat looms: a masterpiece of Alderaanian art—lost after the planet's destruction—has resurfaced on the black market. It conceals a vital secret—the code used to communicate with New Republic agents undercover within the Empire. Discovery by Imperial forces would spell disaster. The only option is recovery—and Han, Leia, Chewbacca, and C-3PO have been dispatched to Tatooine to infiltrate the auction.

When a dispute at the auction erupts into violence, the painting vanishes in the chaos. Han and Leia are thrust into a desperate race to reclaim it. As they battle against marauding TIE fighters, encroaching stormtroopers, and Tatooine's savage Tusken Raiders, Leia's emotional struggle over the specter of her infamous father culminates in the discovery of an extraordinary link to the past. And as long-buried secrets at last emerge, she faces a moment of reckoning that will forever alter her destiny . . . and that of the New Republic.

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Tatooine Ghost

Chapter 1

Instead of bed, where she usually awoke from her dreams, Leia found herself slumped forward in her crash webbing, ears hissing with static and eyes aching from the glare of two G-class suns. Han and Chewbacca were still busy at their stations, Han plotting approach vectors and Chewbacca setting sensor filters. The planet Tatooine was just drifting into view, its yellow sodium-rich sands glowing so brightly it resembled a small sibling star in orbit around the big twins.

A metallic hand tapped Leia’s shoulder. She turned to see C-3PO’s photoreceptors shining at her from the adjacent passen- ger seat.

“Pardon me for asking, Princess Leia, but are you well?”

“Don’t I look well?”

“Oh dear,” C-3PO replied, a diplomatic subroutine activating in response to her tone of voice. “Why yes, you do look as splendid as ever, but it seemed for a moment as though you might have overloaded your primary circuits.”

“My circuits are fine.”

“I’ll need to confirm that later.” Han twisted around and glanced over his seat with the same crooked smile that had alternately charmed and worried Leia since their first meeting on the Death Star. “Princess.”

“Oh, really?” Leia straightened herself in her chair without fully realizing she was doing it. With his tough-guy good looks and eyes sparkling with trouble, Han still made her sit up and take notice. “And you think you can read my schematics?”

“Sweetheart, I know your schematics by heart.” Han’s smile faded, and his expression grew concerned. “Threepio’s right. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Something like that. A bad dream.”

Han looked doubtful. “I’ve sat in that chair. That chair isn’t comfortable enough for dreams–good or bad.”

“It’s been a long trip,” Leia said, perhaps a little too quickly. “I must have nodded off.”

Han regarded her a moment longer, then shrugged. “…