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1、Prologue Another galaxy, another time. The Old Republic was the Republic of legend, greater than distance or time. No need to note where it was or whence it came, only to know that…it was the Republic. Once, under the wise rule of the Senate and the protection of the Jedi Knights, the Republic

2、throve and grew. But as often happens when wealth and power pass beyond the admirable and attain the awesome, then appear those evil ones who have greed to match. So it was with the Republic at its height. Like the greatest of trees, able to withstand any external attack, the Republic rotted from

3、within though the danger was not visible from outside. Aided and abetted by restless, power-hungry individuals within the government, and the massive organs of commerce, the ambitious Senator Palpatine caused himself to be elected President of the Republic. He promised to reunite the disaffected a

4、mong the people and to restore the remembered glory of the Republic. Once secure in office he declared himself Emperor, shutting himself away from the populace. Soon he was controlled by the very assistants and boot-lickers he had appointed to high office, and the cries of the people for justice d

5、id not reach his ears. Having exterminated through treachery and deception the Jedi Knights, guardians of justice in the galaxy, the Imperial governors and bureaucrats prepared to institute a reign of terror among the disheartened worlds of the galaxy. Many used the imperial forces and the name of

6、 the increasingly isolated Emperor to further their own personal ambitions. But a small number of systems rebelled at these new outrages. Declaring themselves opposed to the New Order they began the great battle to restore the Old Republic. From the beginning they were vastly outnumbered by the

7、system held in thrall by the Emperor. In those first dark days it seemed certain the bright flame of resistance would be extinguished before it could cast the light of new truth across a galaxy of oppressed and beaten peoples… From the First Saga Journal of the Whills "They were in the wrong p

8、lace at the wrong time. Naturally they became heroes." Leia Organa of Alderaan, Senator I It was a vast, shining globe and it cast a light of lambent topaz into space—but it was not a sun. Thus, the planet had fooled men for a long time. Not until entering close orbit around it did its discover

9、ers realize that this was a world in a binary system and not a third sun itself. At first it seemed certain nothing could exist on such a planet, least of all humans. Yet both massive G1 and G2 stars orbited a common center with peculiar to permit the development of a rather stable, if exquisitely

10、 hot, climate. Mostly this was a dry desert of a world, whose unusual star-like yellow glow was the result of double sunlight striking sodium-rich sands and flats. That same sunlight suddenly shone on the thin skin of a metallic shape falling crazily toward the atmosphere. The erratic course the g

11、alactic cruiser was traveling was intentional, not the product of injury but of a desperate desire to avoid it. Long streaks of intense energy slid close past its hull, a multihued storm of destruction like a school of rainbow remoras fighting to attach themselves to a larger, unwilling host. One

12、of those probing, questing beams succeeded in touching the fleeing ship, striking its principal solar fin. Gemlike fragments of mental and plastic erupted into space as the end of the fin disintegrated. The vessel seemed to shudder. The source of those multiple energy beams suddenly hove into view

13、—a lumbering Imperial cruise, its massive outline bristling cactuslike with dozens of heavy weapons emplacements. Light ceased arching from those spines now as the cruiser moved in close. Intermittent explosions and flashes of light could be seen in those portion of the smaller ship which had taken

14、hits. In the absolute cold of space the cruiser snuggled up alongside its wounded prey. Another distant explosions shook the ship—but it certainly didn't feel distant to Artoo Detoo or See Threepio. The concussion bounced them around the narrow corridor like bearings in an old motor. To look at

15、these two, one would have supposed that the tall, human-like machine, Threepio was the master and the stubby, tripodal robot, Artoo Detoo, an inferior. But while Threepio might have sniffed disdainfully at the suggestion, they were in fact equal in everything save loquacity. Here Threepio was clearl

16、y –and necessarily –the superior. Still another explosion rattled the corridor, throwing Threepio off balance. His shorter companion had the better of it during such moments with his squat, cylindrical body's low center of gravity well balanced on thick, clawed legs. Artoo glanced up at Threepio,

17、who was steadying himself against a corridor wall. Lights blinked enigmatically around a single mechanical eye as the smaller robot studied the battered casing of his friend. A patina of metal and fibrous dust coated the usually gleaming bronze finish, and there were some visible dents –all the resu

18、lt of the pounding the rebel ship they were on had been taking. Accompanying the last attack was a persistent deep hum, which even the loudest explosion had not been able to drown out. Then for no apparent reason, the basso thrumming abruptly ceased, and the only sounds in the otherwise deserted c

19、orridor came from the eerie dry-twig crackle of shorting relays or the pops of dying circuitry. Explosions began to echo through the ship once more, but they were far away from the corridor. Threepio turned his smooth, humanlike head to one side. Metallic ears listened intently. The imitation of a

20、 human pose was hardly necessary—Threepio's auditory sensors were fully omnidirectional—but the slim robot had been programmed to blend perfectly among human company. This programming extended even to mimicry of human gestures. "Did you hear that?" he inquired rhetorically of his patient companion

21、, referring to the throbbing sound. "They've shut down the main reactor and the drive." His voice was as full of disbelief and concern as that of any human. One metallic palm rubbed dolefully at a patch of dull gray on his side, where a broken hull brace had fallen and scored the bronze finish. Thre

22、epio was a fastidious machine, and such things troubled him. "Madness, this is madness." He shook his head slowly. "This time we'll be destroyed for sure." Artoo did not comment immediately. Barrel torso tilted backward, powerful legs gripping the deck; the meter-high robot was engrossed in stud

23、ying the roof overhead. Though he did not have a head to cock in a listening posture like his friend, Artoo still somehow managed to convey that impression. A series of short beeps and chirps issued from his speaker. To even a sensitive human ear they would have been just so much static, but to Thre

24、epio they formed words as clear and pure as direct current. "Yes, I suppose they did have to shut the drive down," Threepio admitted, "but what are we going to do now? We can't enter atmosphere with our main stablizer fin destroyed. I can't believe we're simply going to surrender." A small band

25、of armed humans suddenly appeared, rifles held at the ready. Their expressions were as worry-wrinkled as their uniforms, and they carried about them the aura of men prepared to die. Threepio watched silently until they had vanished around a far bend in the passageway, then looked back at Artoo. Th

26、e smaller robot hadn't shifted from his position of listening. Threepio's gaze turned upward also though he knew Artoo's senses were slightly sharper than his own. "What is it, Artoo?" A short burst of beeping came in response. Another moment, and there was no need for highly attuned sensors. For

27、a minute or two more, the corridor remained deathly silent. Then a faint scrape, scrape could be heard, like a cat at a door, from somewhere on the ship's hull. When several muffled explosions sounded, Threepio murmured, "They've broken in somewhere above us. There's no escape for the Captain this

28、 time." Turing he peered down at Artoo. I think we'd better—" The shriek of overstressed metal filled the air before he could finish, and the far end of the passageway was lit by a blinding actinic flash. Somewhere down there the little cluster of armed crew who had passed by minutes before had en

29、countered the ship's attackers. Threepio turned his face and delicate photoreceptors away –just in time to avoid the fragments of metal that flew down the corridor. At the far end a gaping hole appeared in the roof, and reflective forms like big metal beads began dropping to the corridor floor. Bo

30、th robots knew that no machine could match the fluidity with which those shapes moved and instantly assumed fighting postures. The new arrivals were humans in armor, not mechanicals. One of them looked straight at Threepio—no, not at him, the panicked robot through frantically, but past him. The f

31、igure shifted its big rifle around in armored hands –too late. A beam of intense light struck the head, sending pieces of armor, bone, and flesh flying in all directions. Half the invading Imperial troops turned and began returning fire up the corridor—aiming past the two robots. "Quick—this way

32、!" Threepio ordered, intending to retreat from the Imperials. Artoo turned with him. They had taken only a couple of steps when they saw the rebel crewmen in position ahead, firing down the corridor. In seconds the passageway was filled with smoke and crisscrossing beams of energy. Red, green and

33、blue bolts ricocheted off polished sections of wall and floor or ripped long gashes in metal surfaces. Screams of injured and dying humans –a peculiarly unrobotic sound, Threepio thought—echoed piercingly above the inorganic destruction. One beam struck near the robot's feet at the same time as a

34、second one burst the wall directly behind him, exposing sparking circuitry and rows of conduits. The force of the twin blast tumbled Threepio into the shredded cables, where a dozen different currents turned him into a jerking, twisting display. Strange sensations coursed through his metal nerve-e

35、nds. They caused no pain, only confusion. Every time he moved and tried to free himself there was another violent crackling as a fresh cluster of componentry broke. The noise and man-made lightning remained constant around him as the battle continued to rage. Smoke began to fill the corridor. Arto

36、o Detoo bustled about trying to help free his friend. The little robot evidenced a phlegmatic indifference to the ravening energies filling the passageway. He was built so low that most of the beams passed over him anyhow. "Help!" Threepio yelled, suddenly frightened at a new message from an inter

37、nal sensor. "I think something is melting. Free my left leg—the trouble's near the pelvic servomotor." Typically, his tone turned abruptly from pleading to berating. "This is all your fault!" he shouted angrily. "I should have known better than to trust the logic of a half-sized thermocapsulary de

38、housing assister. I don't know why you insisted we leave our assigned stations to come down this stupid access corridor. Not that it matters now. The whole ship must be—" Artoo Detoo cut him off in midspeech with some angry beepings and hoots of his own, though he continued to cut and pull with prec

39、ision at the tangled high-voltage cables. "Is that so?" Threepio sneered in reply. "The same to you, you little…!" And exceptionally violent explosion shook the passage, drowning him out. A lung-searing miasma of carbonized component filled the air, obscuring everything. Two meters tall. Biped

40、al. Flowing black robes trailing from the figure and a face forever masked by a functional if bizarre black metal breath screen –a Dark Lord of the Sith was an awesome, threatening shape as it strode through the corridors of the rebel ship. Fear followed the footsteps of all the Dark Lords. The cl

41、oud of evil which clung tight about this particular one was intense enough to cause hardened Imperial troops to back away, menacing enough to set them muttering nervously among themselves. Once-resolute rebel crewmembers ceased resisting, broke and ran in panic at the sight of the black armor –armor

42、 which, though black as it was, was not nearly as dark as the thoughts drifting through the mind within. One purpose, one thought, one obsession dominated that mind now. It burned in the brain of Darth Vader as he turned down another passageway in the broken fighter. There smoke was beginning to c

43、lear, though the sound of faraway fighting still resounded through the hull. The battle here had ended and moved on. Only a robot was left to stir freely in the wake of the Dark Lord's passing. See Threepio finally stepped clear of the last restraining cable. Somewhere behind him human screams cou

44、ld be heard from where relentless Imperial troops were mopping up the last remnants of rebel resistance. Threepio glanced down and saw only scarred deck. As he looked around, his voice was full of concern. "Artoo Detoo—where are you?" the smoke seemed to part just a bit more. Threepio found himsel

45、f staring up the passageway. Artoo Detoo, it seemed, was there. But he wasn't looking in Threepio's direction. Instead, the little robot appeared frozen in an attitude of attention. Leaning over him was—it was difficult for even Threepio's electronic photoreceptors to penetrate the clinging, acidi

46、c smoke—a human figure. It was young, slim, and by abstruse human standards of aesthetics, Threepio mused, of a calm beauty. One small hand seemed to be moving over the front of Artoo's torso. Threepio started toward them as the haze thickened once more. But when he reached the end of the corridor

47、, only Artoo stood there, waiting. Threepio peered past him, uncertain. Robots were occasionally subject to electronic hallucinations— but why should he hallucinate a human? He shrugged…Then again, why not, especially when one considered the confusing circumstances of the past hour and the dose of

48、 raw current he had recently absorbed. He shouldn't be surprised at anything his concatenated internal circuit conjured up. "Where have you been?" Threepio finally asked. "Hiding, I suppose." He decided not to mention the maybe-human. If it had been a hallucination, he wasn't going to give Artoo t

49、he satisfaction of knowing how badly recent events had unsettled his logic circuits. "They'll be coming back this way," he went on, nodding down the corridor and not giving the small automation a chance to reply, "looking for human survivors. What are we going to do now? They won't trust the word

50、of rebel-owned machines that we don't know anything of value. We'll be sent to the spice mines of Kessel or taken apart for spare components for other, less deserving robots. That's if they don't consider us potential program traps and blow us apart on sight. If we don't…" But Artoo had already turn

51、ed and was ambling quickly back down the passageway. "Wait, where are you going? Haven't you been listening to me?" Uttering curses in several languages, some purely mechanical, Threepio raced fluidly after his friend. The Artoo unit, he thought to himself, could be downright close-circuited when

52、it wanted to. Outside the galactic cruiser's control center the corridor was crowded with sullen prisoners gathered by Imperial troops. Some lay wounded, some dying. Several officers had been separated from the enlisted ranks and stood in a small group by themselves, bestowing belligerent looks an

53、d threats on the silent knot of troops holding them at bay. As if on command, everyone—Imperial troops as well as rebels—became silent as massive capped from came into view from behind a turn in the passage. Two of the heretofore resolute, obstinate rebel officers began to shake. Stopping before o

54、ne of the men, the towering figure reached out wordlessly. A massive hand closed around the man's neck and lifted him off the deck. The rebel officer's eyes bulged, but he kept his silence. And Imperial officer, his armored helmet shoved back to reveal a recent scar where and energy beam had penet

55、rated his shielding, scrambled down out of the fighter's control room, shaking his head briskly. "Nothing, sir. Information retrieval system's been wiped clean." Darth Vader acknowledged this news with a barely perceptible nod. The impenetrable mask turned to regard the officer he was torturing. M

56、etal0clad fingers contracted. Reaching up, the prisoner desperately tried to pry them loose, but to no avail. "Where is the data you intercepted?" Vader rumbled dangerously. "What have you done with the information tapes?" "We—intercepted—no information," the dangling officer gurgled, barely abl

57、e to breathe. From somewhere deep within, he dredged up a squeal of outrage. "This is a …councilor vessel… Did you not see our mission." "Chaos take your mission!" Vader growled. "Where are those tapes!" He squeezed harder, the threat in his grip implicit. When he finally replied, the officer's

58、voice was a bare, choked whisper. "Only … the Commander knows." "This ship carries the system crest of Alderaan," Vader growled, the gargoyle- like breath mask leaning close. "Is any of the royal family on board? Who are you carrying?" Thick fingers tightened further, and the officer's struggles b

59、ecame more and more frantic. His last words were muffled and choked past intelligibility. Vader was not pleased. Even though the figure went limp with an awful, unquestionable finality, that hand continued to tighten, producing a chilling snapping and popping of bone, like a dog padding on plastic

60、. Then with a disgusted wheeze Vader finally threw the doll-form of the dead man against a far wall. Several Imperial troops ducked out of the way just in time to avoid the grisly missile. The massive form whirled unexpectedly, and Imperial officers shrank under that baleful sculptured component b

61、y component, until you find those tapes. As for the passengers, if any, I want them alive." He paused a moment, then added, "Quickly!" Officers and men nearly fell over themselves in their haste to leave—not necessarily to carry out Vader's orders, but simply to retreat from that malevolent presence

62、. Artoo Detoo finally came to a halt in an empty corridor devoid of smoke and the signs of battle. A worried, confused Threepio pulled up behind him. "You've led us through half the ship, and to what…?" He broke off, staring in disbelief as the squat robot reached up with one clawed limb and sna

63、pped the seal on a lifeboat hatch. Immediately a red warning light came on and a low hooting sounded in the corridor. Threepio looked wildly in all directions, but the passageway remained empty. When he looked back, Artoo was already working his way into the cramped boat pod. It was just large eno

64、ugh to hold several humans, and its design was not laid out to accommodate mechanicals. Artoo had some trouble negotiating the awkward little compartment. "Hey," a startled Threepio called, admonishing, "you're not permitted in there! It's restricted to humans only. We just might be able to convin

65、ce the Imperials that we're not rebel programmed and are too valuable to break up, but if someone sees you in there we haven't got a chance. Come on out." Somehow Artoo had succeeded in wedging his body into position in front of the miniature control board. He cocked his body slightly and threw a

66、stream of loud beeps and whistles at his reluctant companion. Threepio listened. He couldn't frown, but he managed to give a good impression of doing so. "Mission…what mission? What are you talking about? You sound like you haven't got an integrated logic terminal left in your brain. No…no more adventures. I'll take my chances with the Imperials—and I'm not getting in there." An angry electronic twang came from the Artoo unit. "Don't call me a mindless philosopher," Threepio snapped back, "y