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Names: Angleberger, Tom, author. | Chadda, Sarwat, author. | Chakraborty, S. A., author.
Title: Star Wars: from a certain point of view / Tom Angleberger, Sarwat Chadda, S .A. Chakraborty [and others].
Description: New York: Del Rey, [2020]
Identifiers: LCCN 2020029555 (print) | LCCN 2020029556 (ebook) | ISBN 9780593157749 (hardcover; alk. paper) | ISBN 9780593157756 (ebook) | ISBN 9780593159712 (international edition)
Subjects: LCSH: Science fiction, American—21st century. | Star Wars fiction.
Classification: LCC PS648.S3 S626 2020 (print) | LCC PS648.S3 (ebook) | DDC 813/.0876208—dc23
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Contents
Cover
Title Page
Copyright
Epigraph
Eyes of the Empire by Kiersten White
Hunger by Mark Oshiro
Ion Control by Emily Skrutskie
A Good Kiss by C. B. Lee
She Will Keep Them Warm by Delilah S. Dawson
Heroes of the Rebellion by Amy Ratcliffe
Rogue Two by Gary Whitta
Kendal by Charles Yu
Against All Odds by R. F. Kuang
Beyond Hope by Michael Moreci
The Truest Duty by Christie Golden
A Naturalist on Hoth by Hank Green
The Dragonsnake Saves R2 by Katie Cook
For the Last Time by Beth Revis
Rendezvous Point by Jason Fry
The Final Order by Seth Dickinson
Amara Kel’s Rules for TIE Pilot Survival (Probably) by Django Wexler
The First Lesson by Jim Zub
Disturbance by Mike Chen
This Is No Cave by Catherynne M. Valente
Lord Vader Will See You Now by John Jackson Miller
Vergence by Tracy Deonn
Tooth and Claw by Michael Kogge
STET! by Daniel José Older
Wait for It by Zoraida Córdova
Standard Imperial Procedure by Sarwat Chadda
There Is Always Another by Mackenzi Lee
Fake It Till You Make It by Cavan Scott
But What Does He Eat? by S. A. Chakraborty
Beyond the Clouds by Lilliam Rivera
No Time for Poetry by Austin Walker
Bespin Escape by Martha Wells
Faith in an Old Friend by Brittany N. Williams
Due on Batuu by Rob Hart
Into the Clouds by Karen Strong
The Witness by Adam Christopher
The Man Who Built Cloud City by Alexander Freed
The Backup Backup Plan by Anne Toole
Right-Hand Man by Lydia Kang
The Whills Strike Back by Tom Angleberger
About the Authors
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away….
EYES OF THE EMPIREKiersten White
“Pick any of the last ten transmissions you’ve looked at. You have to live there for the rest of your life. Where are you?” Lorem said, her voice ringing through the small processing room where they all worked.
Maela admired how Lorem could multitask, sorting through data while keeping up a steady stream of chatter.
Dirjo Harch did not admire it. “Just do your job.” He deleted whatever he was looking at on his screen and pulled up the next data packet. Maela wished they could work individually. Or better yet, in small groups. She’d pick Lorem for her group. And Azier. So really, she’d make a group that was everyone except Dirjo, with his sour expressions and his pinched personality.
“I am doing my job,” Lorem said, chipper as always. Sometimes she wore her cap at a jaunty angle over her dark curls. Just enough to be off dress code, but not enough to give Dirjo an excuse to report her. Maela liked the uniform, liked what it meant. That she was here. That she did it.
A light flashed near Maela’s face and she flipped the switch, accepting an incoming transmission and adding it to the ever-growing queue. She had spent so long with the Vipers, infinite rows of them, round domes and legs like jointed tentacles. She used to stare into their blank black eyes and wonder where they would go. What they would see.
Now she saw everything.
“But while I’m doing my job,” Lorem continued, and Dirjo’s shoulders tensed, “I don’t see why we can’t have some fun. We’re going to be looking through a hundred thousand of these transmissions.”
Azier leaned back, stretching. He rubbed his hands down his pale face, clean-shaven, wrinkled. Maela suspected working on the Swarm transmission recovery and processing unit was a demotion for him, though she didn’t know why. Dirjo and Lorem were just starting their Imperial service, like her.
“Lorem, my young friend,” Azier said in the clipped, polished tones of the Empire, the ones Maela was still trying to master to hide that she came from somewhere else, “the man we report to is serving on the Executor as part of Lord Vader’s Death Squadron. Do you really think fun is a priority for any of them?”
Lorem giggled, and even Maela had to smile. Dirjo, however, scowled, turning his head sharply. “Are you criticizing Lord Vader?”
Azier waved a hand dismissively. “They’re bringing death to those who would threaten the Empire. I lived through a war none of you remember or understand. I have no desire to do it again. And Lorem, to answer your question, I’d rather stay in this floating tin can forever than visit any of the forsaken rocks our probe droids are reporting from.”
“Not a hundred thousand,” Maela said softly.
“What?” Lorem asked, turning around in her chair to give her full attention to Maela.
“Project Swarm sent out a hundred thousand. But some won’t make it to their destinations. Some will crash and be incapable of functioning after. Some might land in environments that make transmission impossible. If I had to guess, I’d say we’ll receive anywhere from sixty-five thousand to eighty thousand transmissions.” Vipers were tough little wonders, and their pods protected them, but still. Space was vast, and there were so many variables.
“In that case,” Lorem said, grinning, “we’ll be done by the end of the day. And then we can decide which planet we’ll live on forever! Though none of my prospects are good. You’re from the Deep Core, aren’t you? Any footage from your planet so we can add it to our potential relocation list?”
Maela turned back to her own work. Her accent attempts hadn’t been as good as she thought, after all. “No footage. We didn’t send droids to Vulpter.”
Azier snorted a laugh.
“Why?” Lorem asked. “Why is that funny?”
Dirjo hit a button harder than necessary. “Half the probe droids we have are made on Vulpter. Back to work.” His tone was brusque, but he looked appraisingly at Maela. “You came from the manufacturing side. I would like to speak about it, sometime.”
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