Star Wars: The Force Unleashed II
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The dark side could not seduce him.
The Empire could not control him.
Death could not defeat him.
And now, nothing can stop him from seizing his destiny.
As apprentice to Darth Vader, Starkiller was mercilessly schooled in the ways of the dark side and groomed for the ultimate Sith power play: assassination of the Emperor. He served without question, killed without remorse, and lost his heart without warning to beautiful Imperial fighter pilot Juno Eclipse, never suspecting that he was just a tool in the schemes of his masters—until it was too late to escape their lethal betrayal.
Juno mourned Starkiller as dead, but now he is back, purged of all memories and programmed to kill—and this time, Darth Vader is determined not to lose his assassin. As fate brings Juno and Starkiller closer to reuniting, they will both have to make a stand. The prize could be freedom. The punishment for failing will be eternal enslavement to the dark side of the Force.
Based on a story by Haden Blackman
years himself, ever since he was a teenager, and he was just as solid as the older man—and a little bigger. He didn’t budge. “I’m not done here,” he said. “Jack died, that’s all. Hand me yours and I’ll keep at it for a while.” “You know the rules, kid. You stop working and someone else is allowed to move in.” Technically, Gerd was right. But nobody ever jumped another miner’s claim over an equipment malfunction. Not unless he was trying to pick a fight. Des took a quick look around. The
sideways at him. “What?” he demanded. The other shrugged his massive shoulders and turned back to his board. Han glanced at Luke again, but the kid had apparently missed the byplay completely. He turned back to his board, a sour taste in his mouth. Our side. Luke’s side, in other words. And Princess Leia Organa’s side, and General Rieekan’s, and probably the whole blasted Rebellion’s. Trouble was, Han couldn’t for the life of him remember when the Rebellion had become his side. So he’d dusted
our pilots,” she said in a clear and level voice, knowing that her hand was being forced. There was only one responsible decision open to her now. “Bring everyone aboard, then get us out of here, fast.” “At once, sir.” Juno stepped back from the display screen in order to let her officers go about their work. Tiny dots converged on the Salvation as its starfighters broke off their engagements with their enemy and raced for safe harbor. She counted eighteen, which meant six pilots wouldn’t be
raised an eyebrow. “I suppose, Bail, your daughter would say the same.” “I don’t know what Leia would say,” said Organa, “and I’m not sure why you’re asking me. Why don’t you ask her directly instead of hauling me in out of the cold?” Mon Mothma’s disapproval was a formidable thing, even over a hologram. “She might deny it, but I know that Leia orchestrated this unsanctioned operation, with Captain Eclipse and Ackbar as her conspirators, using confidential, privileged information. She acted
it was going to hit the facility. The roar it made vied with thunder for loudest sound in the sky. Lightning scattered from the disturbed clouds in its wake. Then the falling ship had split in two, with one half powering down at a steeper angle, and the other continuing onward. Only then had she realized that the second one was coming right for her. “Was this part of your plan?” she asked Vader, who still stood, unmoving, beside her. He didn’t respond. Neither did he make any move toward the