![]() ![]() And it stopped the Senate from hemorrhaging loyal senators. They ran off the Empire and liberated the Wookiees. Already the whispers arose: The New Republic cannot protect itself, how can it protect us? Already the accusations have been aimed at Mon Mothma’s head like turning rifles: She is weak on military presence and now she’s injured, how can she truly lead us? Leia and Han came back bringing a much-needed-if illegal and unexpected-victory for the New Republic at a time when it badly needed it. In the aftermath of the attack on Chandrila, the New Republic was left reeling. “You know Mon’s not going to go for that.” “She already has. All worlds still in thrall either to some Imperial remnant or to criminal syndicates or gangs. “Look,” she says, heading over to the star map. Can’t somebody else handle this? Just for now. Which means not only do we save whole systems, but those systems might swing our way and join the chorus of voices here in the New Republic.” If we could formalize that process, if we could target other worlds that the Senate is too cowardly to liberate, then maybe we could-with the unofficial sanction of our friendly chancellor-find a way to do right by those worlds. “What we did on Kashyyyk was the right thing to do, and you know it. “It’s not nuts,” she says, suddenly irritated. “I’m always lucky with you by my side, scoundrel.” He shakes his head. He turns her toward the table and the star map. Lots and lots of fruit.Īnd, of course, he worries about her. He’s like the Falcon: retired to a hangar somewhere, waiting for something, anything, to happen. Han Solo’s got nothing to smuggle, nowhere to gamble, no foolish Rebellion to fight for. ![]() Luke’s searching the galaxy for old Jedi teachings. Chewbacca’s back home, looking for his family. He won’t say it out loud, but she can see it on his face. “If I think I can help, I’ll always help. He sweeps up on her, cradling her face with his rough hand. Kalonia said to incorporate jogan into my diet, not to replace everything with jogan fruit.” “Let me rephrase: I don’t want to eat that much jogan fruit.” “It’s good for you.” “I cannot possibly eat that much jogan fruit.” “Sure you can.” “Look.” He gives it a lascivious squeeze. Han winks, thrusts his hand down into the bag, and pulls it out again, gripping a jogan fruit. Never mind the fact the droid stays so close to her, she’s nearly tripped on his metal feet half a dozen times already. “You mean the little angel.” She follows him into the kitchen, and T-2LC’s whining servomotors behind her indicate he’s following closely behind because someone (Han) told the droid to keep close to her in case she falls. The little bandit is what he’s taken to calling the child currently wrestling inside her belly. “Tell that to the little bandit,” he says, dropping the sack of whatever down on the counter in the kitchen. ![]() “I am in command of my own body, thank you very much.” ![]() “Elsie, I told you, Leia doesn’t have a damn condition.” But then, more seriously and in a lower register, he says to her: “You do need to slow it down a little bit.” He gestures toward the star map. “Don’t you know,” she says, shooting T-2LC a dubious look, “I have a condition.” “Took you long enough,” he says, smirking as he juggles his footing and skirts past her, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek as he does. Han wastes no time in almost falling through it, his arm cradling a lumpy, uneven bag of something. “I’m not dying, I’m pregnant,” she snaps back, then opens the door. To the droid she says: “I’ll get it.” “But your condition, mum-” His voice is followed swiftly by more thumps and thuds. “Leia, damnit, the door,” Han says from the other side. Should I open the door? I don’t want to let the danger in, but-” “Is he in danger, mum? He sounds like he’s in danger. That couch was supposed to be comfortable-but all it does is swallow her up like a devouring sarlacc. “Yes, I hear that, Elsie.” She winces as she moves out from around the couch. “It appears as if someone is at the door.” The child inside her kicks and tumbles as she endeavors to get upright. The map flickers, and when the voice comes through the door-“Leia! Leia!”-she struggles to stand swiftly, almost forgetting the tremendous living weight around her midsection. Leia startles at the sound of a furious pounding on the door, her knee banging into the table above which a glittering star map is projected. It arrives on February 21 and is excited to present an exclusive excerpt below, in which a certain scoundrel and princess discuss their next move. The last book in Chuck Wendig's landmark Star Wars: Aftermath trilogy, Empire's End, will feature the much-anticipated Battle of Jakku and wrap up the story of what exactly happened following the destruction of the second Death Star. Han and Leia discuss their next move in an exclusive preview of the highly-anticipated novel. ![]()
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