“According to our monitoring systems, our first Imperial commando raid has already succeeded in removing their shields. The Jedi academy lies open and vulnerable to our attack.
“When Tamith Kai launches her battle platform to guide the military strike, Lord Zekk will take his Dark Jedi trainees and combat the Jedi Knights directly. Our wing will fly harassment strikes from the air. Although we are meant to cause considerable damage, our mission is to support, not to serve as the front line of attack. Is that understood?”
The pilots murmured their understanding. Qorl couldn’t tell if Norys’s voice had joined them.
“Very well. To your ships,” he said.
His pilots scrambled into their cockpits, and Qorl settled in behind the pilot’s controls of the lead TIE fighter. He drew a deep breath through the filtering mask, smelling the delicious and familiar chemical taint of the air from his tanks.
He smiled. It felt so good to be able to fly once again.
From the helm of the tactical battle platform Tamith Kai shouted, “Let us be off. We shall return victorious before this day is done!”
The great hangar bay doors opened, revealing the blackness of space shared with the emerald moon, behind which loomed the boiling orange cauldron of the gas giant Yavin. The moon looked insignificant against the panorama of the universe—but it was the Shadow Academy’s target, destined to become the site of a furious battle and an Imperial victory.
Tamith Kai commanded the battle platform to rise up on its repulsorlifts and head out of the Shadow Academy. The military vessel appeared to be a large, flattened sailbarge with rounded corners, two levels high, with an upper command deck that would open to the air once they reached the atmosphere. Armed stormtroopers and ground assault forces filled the first level, while Zekk and his Dark Jedi took their positions in the bottom bay near the drop doors.
The battle platform descended through space toward the thin fingernail of atmosphere around the green moon. As the minutes passed, Zekk paced back and forth. He looked out the viewports and saw the ring station high overhead, dwindling as the battle platform increased speed toward Yavin 4.
“Packs ready?” he asked, adjusting the equipment strapped across his chest and back. His black cape hung over it, its scarlet inner lining flashing as he moved. His squad of Dark Jedi checked their weapons, scores of identical lightsabers manufactured aboard the Shadow Academy. The team members adjusted their repulsorpacks on their shoulders. One by one they declared their readiness.
The blackness of space was streaked with white haze as the battle platform plunged headfirst into the atmosphere. Zekk felt a buffeting vibration as the winds clawed the armored plates.
The hull heated up, and Zekk could sense the ionized scream of the Shockwave through the air, but Tamith Kai piloted the battle platform expertly, without hesitation, directly toward their target.
The Nightsister’s deep, hard voice came over the comm. “We’re approaching target altitude. Zekk, prepare your Dark Jedi for departure. The air-drop doors will open in one standard minute.”
Zekk clapped his gloved hands, ordering the Dark Jedi to stand in ranks. “The repulsorpacks will carry you,” he said, “but use your Force abilities to guide your descent. We must strike directly These are our sworn enemies, Luke Skywalker’s Jedi Knights. The future of the galaxy hinges on our victory today.”
Zekk fixed his penetrating gaze on each one of the trainees, trying to impart a fraction of his determination to them. They were valiant warriors, vowing to succeed in their quest.
But Zekk had not yet dealt with his own inner turmoil. He knew in his heart that Tamith Kai’s doubts about his loyalty had a legitimate foundation—he did feel a longing friendship toward his dear friend Jaina Solo and her brother Jacen.
Deep in the forests of Kashyyyk he had warned Jaina to stay away from the Jedi academy. He did not want her to be part of this battle today. He did not want her to become a victim.
But he knew with equal certainty that the Jaina Solo he knew and cared for would never stay away to save herself and leave her friends to die. He dreaded the thought that she might be down there ready to fight against him.
Zekk was grateful to have his thoughts interrupted as the floor thumped and the drop-bay doors creaked open. A line of brighter air like a thin, toothless smile appeared at their feet and then yawned wide. The jungle treetops were visible below, punctuated by the protruding stone towers of ancient Massassi temples.
“All right, my Dark Jedi,” Zekk shouted into the howling wind. “The hour is ours. Depart!” Leading the charge, he dove into the sky, switched on his repulsorpack, and tumbled toward the unprotected Jedi academy.
Behind him the other Dark Jedi dropped from the battle platform one by one, falling like deadly birds of prey.
In flight Zekk ignited his lightsaber, holding it out like a glowing beacon. He glanced up to see the other assault troops similarly extending their blazing weapons, capes fluttering behind them.
Dark Jedi rained down from the sky.
6
The shriek of twin ion engines ripped apart the relative quiet of the grand audience chamber. Tenel Ka’s reflexes took over even before she recognized the source of the sound, and she found herself running in a crouch toward the closest window slit, with Jaina, Jacen, and Lowbacca right beside her. Through the slit in the stone wall, Tenel Ka saw TIE fighters on a strafing run—coming straight toward the Jedi academy!
“Master Skywalker, we are under attack,” Tenel Ka shouted.
Luke Skywalker raised his voice to be heard throughout the chamber. “Everyone, stay in the jungles until the battle is over. Fight with all your skills and abilities. Remember your training … and may the Force be with you.”
A series of hollow-sounding explosions punctuated his command. Aloud crack! echoed through the chamber as a proton bomb struck the lowermost levels and dug a crater in the jungle soil outside the pyramid.
From where she stood, Tenel Ka observed the other Jedi trainees and judged that their reactions to Master Skywalker’s orders were commendable. Several students gasped in surprise, and Tenel Ka could sense conflicting emotions—nervous anticipation, homesickness, trust in the Force, dread at the possibility of having to kill. But she caught no hint of confusion, panic, or denial.
Without waiting for further instructions, Jedi students streamed out of the grand audience chamber. Luke Skywalker dashed to the window where Tenel Ka’s group stood and motioned for Peckhum to join them. The old spacer ducked as stone powder fell from the ceiling, shaken loose by the pounding from above.
The Jedi Master began issuing instructions immediately, and Tenel Ka marveled at how calm he seemed in the midst of the turmoil. “Jacen, take the Shadow Chaser into orbit. See if you can break through the jamming signal and send a message to your mother that we’re under attack. Artoo-Detoo’s down in the hangar bay already waiting with the ship. He’s all the copilot you’ll need.”
Jaina, who loved to fly, was about to protest when Luke turned to her. “I need you to go across the river and check out the shield generator equipment. See if there’s any chance of getting our defensive shields back up. Lowie, I want you and Tenel Ka—” The comlink clipped to Luke’s belt interrupted him, signaling an urgent message.
Another explosion vibrated through the Great Temple, this one closer than the others. As soon as Luke switched on his comlink, Artoo-Detoo’s alarmed bleeps and whistles issued from it.