LotF #1: Betrayal / Trahison

Ben wai mais moi j'te parle d'elle d'après ce que j'en sais dans Betrayal... Dans ce cas c'est pas moi qu'il faut attaquer mais Allston

Allez, je continue les citations pour ceux qui sont intéressés :
Je disais donc : Le chapitre XV est spécial (pour ne pas dire énorme), je vais quasiment le citeren entier... Après un bloc sur Jacen, on retourne sur Ben, qui enchaîne avec la fin du chapitre XIII où Ben et Anakin se sont présentés.

Dans Betrayal, il y a écrit:"“"“No, you’re not. […] Anakin Solo’s dead. He died when I was little.”
[…] “Yes, I did die. […] And I became a ghost, and I was eventually drawn here to inhabit this mutated clone body, where I could help my ancestors, the Corellians.”
“That’s not a clone body. […] It’s a droid body.”
“You’re wrong, little cousin. Or you’re deliberately trying to confuse me. I suspect the latter. You’re here to sabotage the station, aren’t you? To destroy it, so the Corellians can never enjoy freedom and independence?”
“Boy, have they got you programmed.”
[…]
“I’m sorry about that. It’s an anti-Jedi defensive feature installed by my other cousin, Thrackan Sal-Solo. It constantly monitors brain-wave activity in an area. When centers of the brain that tend to become active when Force powers are being utilized are detected, it turns on. Repulsors on the floor hold the Jedi safely above the ground, and electric emissions—mostly painless—interfere with the Jedi’s concentration. See’, you’ve stopped using the Force powers and it has stopped shocking you. Efficient, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, sure, whatever. […] I guess it really works.”
“It does, doesn’t it? So, what were you going to do here?”
“Destroy the station, or at least disable whatever they’re using to regain control of the repulsor weapon. […] I guess that’s you.”
[…] He’d failed.
Well, not quite yet. “They tell you they’re going to use the station’s weapon to stay independent. […] And that would be fine if that’s what it was all about? But it’s not. They’re lying to you. The first, big lie is that you’re Anakin Solo, and you’re living in a body. You’re not. You’re a droid.”
[…] “Yes, yes. Of course.”
“It’s true! They needed Anakin Solo’s bio- bio-whatsis—”
“Biometric.”
“Yeah, biometric data to control the repulsor weapon. So they probably got his fingerprints from old records. They would have reconstructed his brain waves from whatever medical recordings they could find. Probably had to adjust them and mess with them until they could affect the station controls. And they installed them all in you, so they’d have an Anakin Solo who would think and behave like a human… but do whatever they say.”
“I’m Anakin Solo. I’m a Jedi. I have control over the Force. See?” […]
“That’s not the Force. I would have felt it if it was the Force. […] Since you can’t have repulsorlift vents installed everywhere in the room, it was probably directed magnetics. You grabbed the metal handle of the lightsaber with magnetics” […] His mission was in jeopardy; there was something grotesque about this situation, about dealing a droid that honestly thought it was his cousin.
He’d have to find some way to destroy it.
“There are security holocams operating in here, aren’t there?” […]
“Sure.”
“What do you look like in them?”
“I’m a very big teenager. With somewhat overdeveloped bones to handle the strain caused by my great mass.”
“I’m going to open my pouch. […] I’m going to pull out a little holocam. Please let me record you with it.”
“Go ahead.”
[…]
“Hey. […] You promised.”
“No, I didn’t. […] I have to be sure it’s not a blaster disguised as a holocam.”
“Well, it’s not. You sound like someone who’s afraid to get killed.”
“I am afraid to get killed.”
Ben felt a surge of accomplishment, as though he’d managed to take a step toward eventual victory. “Anakin Solo wasn’t. You’re not him.”
“Quiet. I’m going to examine this thing’s programming.” […]
“Hey! What do you think just happened?”
“I’m using my Force interface with computer equipment to analyze the programming.”
“That’s not a Force power, you twit. And I mean, what just happened physically? You stuck my holocam into your own head!”
“You’re crazy.”
“So?”
“I’m satisfied it’s not a weapon. Or programmed for any activity not part of a holocam’s standard tasks.”
[…] “Do me a favor. […] Wave. Like you’re on holiday. Do you have a message for your parents? Say something.”
“That’s a good idea. […] Hey, Mom. Hey, Dad. I’m working hard but having a good time. I hope I’ll get to see you soon. How’s that?”
“Pretty good.” […]
“Now look at what you just recorded.”
[…]
“It’s a lie.”
“You looked at the holocam yourself. You said it had no weird programming.”
“I missed something.”
“No, you didn’t. You know you didn’t. That holocam is dumber than a mouse droid. It couldn’t hide anything from you.”
[…]
Tears sprang to Ben’s eyes. He wiped them away. “I’m so sorry. […] But it’s true. You’re a droid who’s been programmed to thing it’s Anakin Solo. But if you were really Anakin, you’d help me destroy the station now, because the people who made you can use it as a weapon and they could destroy whole stars with it.”
“How would you have destroyed me?”
“I didn’t come here to destroy you. I came to destroy the station. And I have a way to cause this control room to send a pulse through the station and wreck it.”
“Killing everybody aboard.”
“No, it sends an emergency evacuation code first and waits ten minutes.”
“Ten minutes? […] You think everyone on a station this large could get to escape pods in ten minutes?”
Guiltily, Ben shrugged. “I didn’t come up with the plan.”
“Give me the data.”
[…]
“Analyzing. […] Oh, I know where that interface is. But I’ve been interpreting it as a candy dispenser.”
“That’s… wrong.” […]
“I have to reinterpret myself in light of what it really is. These commands… no. I won’t take life unnecessarily.”
“Unnecessarily? Think about what’s going to happen if you don’t!”
“It’s true. Somebody is going to die. Them or me. Me or them.”
“Except you wouldn’t be dying. […] You’re a droid. You’re not really alive.”
[…] “If I do this, I’ll end. Everything I am will just stop and never happen again. Tell me that’s not dying. Go ahead, tell me again.”
[…] “I’m sorry.”
[…] “Analyzing programming. […] Security bypasses. Passcodes. Hey, there’s some brilliant stuff here.”
“Our best spies have been working on it.” […]
“I’m going places I didn’t know about. Seeing through security holocams I couldn’t access before. […] Look, there I am. […] There are places, intersections into the old systems. So old. Beautiful engineering. I can… almost… get in. […] They won’t let me in.”
“Time’s kind of running out. […] What are you going to do, Anakin?”
“I’m not really Anakin, am I?”
“You’re… an Anakin. Not Anakin Solo.”
“Anakin Sal-Solo. […] Thrackan’s offspring. That’s what I am.”
[…]
“I’m not going to destroy this station […] If you could feel it the way I do… feel its life… and there’s so much knowledge here. But I’ll keep my father and his friends from using it. I guess that means I have to die.”
“I’m sorry,” Ben said. And he truly was. He couldn’t quite accept the droid as his cousin, but he abruptly realized he was thinking of it as a him, a living thing… a noble one.
“There it is, right at the human-builder interface. […] The code representing the station’s imprinting on Anakin Solo. I’m installing a procedure to scramble what the station thinks Anakin Solo is. And another one to purge my memory—in me, in all my backups. Without these… files… I doubt they’ll ever be able to deconstruct what I’ve done.”
[…]
“There’s my own code, my programming. […] Checks and locks in place. Let’s get rid of that one. […] There we go. No more fear of death. Take three steps to your right.”
[…]
“Straight down from where you are, […] there’s an unguarded chamber. It leads to a corridor that parallels the one outside. You should leave now.”
“Thank you.” […]
“I think I’ll activate that evacuation alarm anyway. […] You know why?”
“Why?”
“’Cause it’ll be funny to watch all the people run around.” The droid laughed again, and this time there was real mirth in it. “Won’t that be a good way to die? No pain, and watching people do silly things like in a holocomedy?”
“That’s a good way, all right.”"

Puis de nouveau Jacen (ce coup-ci, c'est caractère pour caractère ce qu'il y a dans le bouquin. Non, j'exagère, j'ai mis des points de suspension français et pas de coupures de mots... Et puis j'ai sauté une demi-page, là où Thrackan se tire...) :

Dans Betrayal, il y a écrit:"Jacen caught up to Thrackan in a corridor intersection. Against the long wall, flush with the floor, were txo shiny silver diss more than a meter in diameter. Above thel, transparent tubes emerged from the ceiling a short distance, no more than twenty centimeters. The tubes looked like some of escape access, but no ladders led up to them.
Thrackan was in the act of reaching toward a control panel on the wall when Jacen lashed out through the Force, hammering Thrackan into the wall. The older man bounced off, rolling painfully to his knees atop one of the silver discs.
And then Jacen reached him, holding the glowing tip of his lightsaber just under Thrackan’s chin. Jacen saw the tips of Thrackan’s beard blacken from the heat.
His cousin, panting and almost stunned, said, “I guess you win.”
“I guess I—”
“Time to die, Solo!” The voice was Thrackan’s but it came from behind. Reflexively, Jacen turned and began to bring his lightsaber up in a defensive posture.
There was a blaster retort from behind him. The shot hit his lightsaber hilt and catapulted the weapon out of his hand, sending it down the corridor.
He spun again. Thrackan, blaster in hand, finished rising and fired into Jacen’s chest.
Jacen caught the shot—barehanded, dissipating its energy before it reached his palm. He smiled and opened his hand, showing Thrackan his undamaged palm.
Thrackan fired again. Jacen twitched his hand over the left, caught the second shot.
Then he crooked his finger with his left hand. The blaster flew from Thrackan’s grip into that hand. Jacen glanced back to where his lightsaber lay and gestured for it. It flew the four meters between them and dropped into his right hand. He activated it again and positionned its tip in front of Thrackan’s neck.
“Stang,” Thrackan said. His expression suggested he was genuinely impressed. “I heard rumors that Darth Vader could do that. Can all Jedi do that?”
“No. What did you do? A recording?”
“Yes, a little sound recorder. It was triggered by me saying, I guess you win.”
“Time to die, Solo!” came the cry from behind Jacen.
Jacen snorted, amused despite the urgency of his mission. “I see.”
“Except you really lose. In a minute, all the forces I’ve brought to bear will be here. They’ll continue to follow you, to wear you down, until one of them drops you. And your plan to destroy this station will fail. In that sense, it already has failed.”
A distant wail filled the air, a keening noise seemingly emanating from all directions at once, echoing and overlapping as though a city-sized droid were suddenly grieving for a slain offspring.
Thrackan paled.
Jacen grinned. “That’s the evacuation alarm. It means we have ten minutes to get off this station before it destroys itself. Which means that my apprentice, who is fortunate enough not to share any blood with you, has succeeded in setting up the station’s destruction.” He leaned closer, the proximity of his lightsaber blade causing Thrackan to lean away. “I can still share in his success a little bit. I could kill you, remove your stain from the galaxy.”
Thrackan shook his head. “Jedi don’t kill prisoners who have surrendered.”
“You haven’t surrendered.”
“I surrender.” Thrackan raised his hands. “There.”
A younger Jacen might have been offended by the older man’s casual, even contemptuous manipulations. This Jacen merely met manipulation with manipulation. “Perhaps Jedi don’t… but I might. You’ve done nothing but to damage to Corellia, to the New Republic, and to my family since I was a child. Wouldn’t the universe be a better place without you in it?”
“Very funny,” Thrackan said. Jacen could feel just the tiniest trace of increased distress in the man’s emotions.
Distress and—no, he was feeling something else, from somewhere else. Pain. Death. From the future.
From a future, one of any number of possible futures. Jacen peered into it, letting the events of that potential time line wash over him, but kept one eye on his cousin, alert through just his sight for any treachery.
Events flashed past him too fast to absorb all their meaning. Starfighters launched lasers and missiles, raining death on the innocent. Why not the guilty? He could see no guilty. Pilot versus pilot, soldier versus soldier, no one was guilt. Neither side was more evil, more dark.
War spread out from Corellia like ripples from a rock hitting the surface of a pond, and the rock was an image of Jacen and Thrackan. Jacen saw clouds of expanding gas where the brave had flown, corpse-littered fields where the brave have fought, near-unrecognizable ruins that had once been huge space vessels but were now crushed like beverage containers on the rocky surfaces of moons.
And pain—pain racking the Force like nothing had since the Yuuzhan Vong war. Pain twisting his kin. Shrieks of loss filled his ears.
He focused on the rock in the pond, the image of himself and Thrackan, and saw all those events unfolding from the point, the here and now, when he failed to kill Thrackan.
Shaken, he yanked himself back from the vision and stood there, breathing heavily.
“What is it, boy?” Thrackan asked, his tone almost kindly. “You’ve gone pale.”
Jacen blinked at him. He felt as though he were hung on a hook. His mind told him that he couldn’t do what his gut said he must. He couldn’t cut down an enemy who has surrendered.
Trust the Force, Luke had told him, so often. Trust your feelings in the Force.
He couldn’t not cit down his enemy, even if the man had surrendered.
Jacen slowed his breathing, his heartbeat. He got his voice under control. “I apologize,” he said. “I actually do have to kill you now.”
“You’re insane. I’ve surrendered.”
“That’s not enough. You ruin the future, Thrackan.” No, that wasn’t quite right. But the future was ruined if he lived. “For the greater good, our Jedi traditions notwithstanding, I have to kill you.”
“But my droids are here.”
[…]
He felt his stomach lurch, and suddenly he was hurtling away from his enemy—away from the man he desperately needs to kill.
He howled, a noise of anger and distress he could barely hear over the wind noise whipping along the tube’s interior. Then he deactivated his lightsaber, clipped id to his belt, and tucked Thrackan’s blaster into a pouch.
It was time to be calm, time to get off this station, time to find out Ben’s status.
Thrackan was right. Jacen had failed. Not in his intended mission—but in his greater responsibility."

Les citations du chapitre XVI :

Dans Betrayal, il y a écrit:"“It’s probably inappropriate, […] to use the word kidnapping.”
[…] “Master Skywalker isn’t speaking to the public or the press, […] so he isn’t obliged to mince words. In this company, we should be using precise terminology, not your public-relations pablum. Shouldn’t we?”
[…] “Yes, Admiral.” […]
“In the future, […] try confining your remarks to useful ones.”
“Yes, Admiral.”"
A Bothan aide and Cha Niathal, Betrayal.

"“I understand your own son was responsible for Mynock being a success.”
“That’s correct, sir.”
“Your thirteen-year-old son.”
[…] “Yes, sir.”
“You’re more ruthless than I realized, Master Skywalker.”"
Gilad Pellaeon and Luke Skywalker, Betrayal.

"“The Jedi order is specifically an organization defending the Galactic Alliance. We’re not entirely impartial.”"
Luke Skywalker, Betrayal.

Pourquoi Luke s'adresse a Pellaeon en lui donnant du "sir"?

Qui a dit "Je vais avoir lu tout le bouquin sans l'acheter, si Jacen continue ?"
En tous cas, les citations du chapitre XVII sont à vous :

Dans Betrayal, il y a écrit:"“The Corellian claims that Centerpoint Station was sabotaged by Jedi are true. The station has been seriously damaged, setting the Corellian scientific corps back several years. And the Jedi who did it… were Jacen and Ben.”
[…] “Jacen.”
“Yes.”
“And Ben.”
“Yes.”
“Is Luke crazy?”
[…] “Jedi teams also made attempts to snatch a few critical Corellian politicians out of Coronet. Jaina was on one of those teams.”"
Leia Organa Solo and Han Solo, Betrayal.

"“He’s doing it again. […] He’s throwing my children—our children—into dangerous situations they shouldn’t be part of. What do I have to do to make him stop?”"
Han Solo to Leia Organa Solo, Betrayal.

"Wedge grinned and took a deep, silent breath. “Rogue Two!” he snapped. “Break to port!”
Before Wedge was halfway through his shout, the newcomer had dropped, rolled behind a long box planted with glowing woosha plants from Naboo, and then come upright again, his cap missing. His expression would have been ferocious had he been able to keep himself from grinning. “Wedge! Not nice.” He brushed himself off and stepped out from behind the improvised cover.
Wedge rose to take the man’s hand and embrace him. “Tycho. I didn’t know you were going to be part of this merry mess.”
General Tycho Celchu clapped Wedge’s back before releasing him. “I knew you were. But there’s a little problem with sending you messages these days.”
“I know.” Wedge gestured to the lounger next to his, then resumed his original seat.
Tycho sat but remained upright, his posture perfect. The humor gradually left his face, leaving behind a combination of curiosity and regret. “I can’t believe that we’re sitting here wearing different uniforms.”
Wedge felt the way Tycho looked. He nodded. “Me, either.”
“What is all that about?” Tycho sounded almost angry; certainly, he was upset. “I heard about your kidnapping and your escape. That sent a shock wave through Intelligence, and a lot of idiots were busted down in rank on account of it. Which suits me just fine. But what are you doing in that uniform?” Then he narrowed his eyes and looked around. “Or should we be talking here?”
Wedge nodded, unconcerned. We can. This place has been screened so often and so well, by your side and my side, that I’d be more surprised to see a listening device than a rancor in a formal gown. But Tycho—we are talking strictly off the record. Correct?”
Tycho nodded.
“Corellia’s a coalition government,” Wedge said. “Saxan is riding herd on a vast number of ministers and subministers, most of whom want her job or want to decide who’s going to have her job next.”
“I know that.”
“Well, because of various pressures, she’s had to appoint Sal-Solo her Minister of War.”
“I’d heard that, too.” Tycho’s face showed his distaste for the longtime politician. “It’s sort of appointing a piranha-beetle your Minister of Meat Supplies. How could the Corellians be so crazy as to let him do anything more important than sweep sidewalks?”
“People redeem their heroes,” Wedge said. He heard the weariness in his own voice. “Sal-Solo’s a convicted conspirator. Han Solo was a spice smuggler. Luke and Leia are children of the most notorious mass murderer in history.” He paused, realizing that he might have gone a step too far in his comparisons—Vader’s complicity in the destruction of Tycho’s homeworld, Alderaan, was well known—but Tycho didn’t twitch. “Anyway, Saxan needs someone to be on hand to interpret Sal-Solo’s moves, to give him strategic advice when it’s his glands rather than his brains moving units around on the war board, and so on. And to accompany her here and see what I can do to promote the cause of peace. Reunification.”
Tycho nodded. “If things go badly, you’re aware you could end up being listed as a war criminal.”
“I was thinking about that.” Wedge stretched and put his hands behind his head to become more comfortable. “It’s been a little over forty years since I was a smuggler.”
“Oh, don’t say it.”
“I bet I could get my hands on a good, fast transport. Find some of my old contacts—”
“One or two may still be alive.”
Wedge shrugged. “Syal’s on her career path, and Myri’s going to finish her education pretty soon. Iella and I can wander the spaceways, buy a little here, sell a little there. I could use a good copilot…”
Tycho fell silent, considering.
“You’re still keeping an eye on Syal for me?” Wedge asked.
“Oh, yes. She’s up for a transfer to a test squadron, if she wants it. She doesn’t know yet.”
“She fired on me at Corellia.”
“No.”
“Oh, yes. Came close to getting me, too, considering how green she is.” Wedge smiled proudly, then sobered. “Tycho, let’s get this situation patched up. If it comes to war, with you and Syal where you are, I’ll have family on both sides.”
“Aww. You’re going to make me cry.”
Both men smiled. They returned their attention to the stars above and settled into a companionable silence."
Betrayal.

En tous cas, je commence à voir de quelle sorte d'humour parle Xarion... Mais je ne l'avais pas vraiment capté en première lecture. J'espère vous en ressortir parmi les meilleures.

Jacen Solo a écrit:Qui a dit "Je vais avoir lu tout le bouquin sans l'acheter, si Jacen continue ?"

C'est moi non?

Chapitre XVIII. Encore un chapitre important, je l'ai relevé quasiment en entier...

Dans Betrayal, il y a écrit:"“I need my blaster.”
“You feel defenseless without it, Dad?”
“Nothing of the sort. I just want to shoot everyone who decides on these protocols.”
“If I ruled the universe, I’d let you do that, as a service to galactic civilization.”"
Han Solo and Jacen Solo, Betrayal.

"“What is it?”
“He was here. […] The man who doesn’t exist.”
[…] “How long ago?”
“I’m not sure. […] I just had a flash of him in the Force. But it was clear and distinct… and, again, no dream.”
“He has to exist, then.” […]
[…] “Anybody care to toss a clue to a non-Jedi?”
[…] “I’m in the dark, too, Han.”
“An enemy. […] I became aware of him when he didn’t yet exist. And now I’m beginning to think he sometimes exists and sometimes doesn’t.”
“That’ll make him hard to track down. […] Hard to make him pay up his rent.”
Luke shot Han an admonishing glance, then followed the other Jedi.
“He’s actually worried.” […]
[…] “And getting more worried.”
[…] “So, tell us about the man who doesn’t exist.”"
Mara Jade Skywalker, Luke Skywalker, Han Solo and Leia Organa Solo, Betrayal.

"Oddly, it was a pair of aging pilots who began to thaw the hard edges of the groups. Walking together, Wedge Antilles and Tycho Celchu moved from cluster to cluster, shaking hands, clapping backs, telling stories. Their genuine affection for the people they were addressing was obvious, as was their genuine unconcern for the political boundaries of the gathering.
Tycho was first on the dance floor with Prime Minister Saxan; Wedge, with Leia, was next. Soon the noise level in the chamber rose and the boundaries between groups increasingly blurred.
Jaina, dancing with her father, told him, “You can be doing that, too.”
Han gave her a puzzled look. “Dancing? I am. If crushing my daughter’s toes one by one counts.”
“Not what I meant. Did you know, there’s someone here that everybody on both sides likes and admires?”
“Sure.” Han looked around. “Luke’s over there. He’s talking to Pellaeon right now.”
“No.” Jaina shook her head, setting her hair swaying. “I mean you. A hero of the Corellians and the rest of the GA. And you could be walking around, getting to know everyone, and making everybody feeling better about being here.”
Han gave her a mock grimace. “I hate that sort of thing.”
“My father, the hero, won’t walk around smiling, even if it keeps war from happening?”
“Not fair. Who taught you to argue?”
“Mom. Besides, you can get up speed just staying here on the dance floor. In case you haven’t noticed, there are ladies from both sides hovering, waiting for when you find yourself without a dance partner. Like this.” The music, a familiar dance number, signaled a twirl, and when Han completed it, Jaina was two meters away, dancing with Zekk and giving her father one last merry smile."
Betrayal.

"“So,” Pellaeon said. “Rules of order?”
“Let’s dispense with them,” Saxan said. She looked weary but not ill tempered.
“In that case,” Han said, “I’m taking off my boots. Nobody can make good decisions when his feet hurt.”
The experienced politicians, except Leia, looked at him in surprise, but Han followed words with action, reaching down under the table to yank his boots free. A security officer knelt to peer under the opposite side of the table, doubtless to make sure Han wasn’t securing a hide-away blaster… and the officer had a lot to do as other attendees followed Han’s lead and discarded footwear that had been binding and pinching for hours. Pellaeon didn’t join in; Han, with a twinge of envy, suspected that the old admiral had enough experience and sense to equip himself with perfectly fitted, comfortable boots.
“Let’s get to it,” Pellaeon said. “Prime Minister—may I call you Aidel?”
“Please.”
“Gilad. I’ll stipulate that the arrival of GA naval task force in the Corellian system was an unfriendly act if you’d be so kind as to make the same admission about the secret reactivation of Centerpoint Station. Let’s get that out of the way. Let’s neither of us pretend that one side or the other is blameless.”
Saxan smiled in mock sweetness. “We can still argue over which is the greater offense.”
Pellaeon nodded. “We can. Which is to your advantage.”
Saxan looked surprised. “You admit that?”
“Of course. I’m a very old man. Any protracted argument—well, I could die at any moment.” The old strategist smiled to put the lie to his words.
Saxan, caught out, smiled despite herself. “All right. Let’s prioritize, then. I won’t pretend that the only possible outcome of this gathering is Corellian independence. Corellia, has, at times, thrived as part of a wider government. She has also thrived as an independent state. But she can’t thrive as a disarmed state dependant on GA forces for protection of the system. Corellian pride won’t allow for that. Insist on that, impose it, and you transform us into something other than Corellians.” She pointed, in turn, to Han and Wedge. “Think how things would be in the GA today if not for Corellians like these. There would be no Galactic Alliance. No New Republic. It would still be the Empire.”
A silence fell across the gathering as all present remembered that Pellaeon had been an officer of the Empire a the time of its inception, had served the Empire faithfully—through the years of its wars with the Rebel Alliance and New Republic, through the decades of its existence as a remnant government, to the time in recent years when it and the rest of the galaxy had changed and the Imperial Remnants had become a part of the Galactic Alliance. Those capable of saying anything admiring about the Empire always said that Pellaeon and officers like him represented the best part of it; could have forged it into an ethical and civilized regime had they been in charge from the start.
And Pellaeon, too, was Corellian.
Pellaeon smiled again, this time showing teeth. The obvious reply would have been, And what’s wrong with that? Instead, he said, “So what you’re arguing for, principally, is the preservation of a Corellian space navy above and beyond the Corellian Defense Force.”"
Betrayal.

"Luke was serene, almost in a meditative state. No—Han corrected himself. Luke was calm, but not serene. There was still the faint shadow of anxiety to his manner. This whole situation with the “man who doesn’t exist” obviously continued to worry him.
It troubled Han, too. Luke could see things Han couldn’t. If there were things that Luke couldn’t see, it was likely that no living being in the galaxy could see them.
Except… Han’s attention fell on his son. Jacen was, like Leia, earnestly following the discussion, but he also occasionally turned away from the talk at hand to stare in some direction that always seemed random. Han supposed that Jacen, with his training in diverse and unusual aspects of the Force, was looking in directions no one else felt the need to.
Perhaps he could see things even Luke couldn’t.
Han resolved to talk to his son later."
Betrayal.

"“I don’t like this stuff about a ’man who doesn’t exist.’ ”
“Neither do I. […] Neither does your mother.”
“Maybe, but I suspect we don’t like it for different reasons. […] Ever since Dad started talking about it, I’ve been looking. Sensing. Peering into the future and the past, to the extent I can.”
[…] “And?”
“And nothing. I don’t see, or feel, any trace of something like that. […] There’s the faintest touch of a female presence that feels antagonistic, malevolent. It has some flavor of the Force which it. But it’s so faint that it doesn’t have to pertain to the here and now. It could be a leftover from years or decades ago. It could be pre-Imperial.”
“Could it be a Force-user who’s here now, and using arts to diminish her presence?” […]
[…] “Maybe.”
“Then why couldn’t it be Luke’s ’man who doesn’t exist,’ using those same arts to impart a different gender feeling, perhaps to throw Luke off?”
“Mom, that doesn’t make any sense. First, if I could detect the presence Uncle Luke is feeling, then I would probably detect it the same way, at least initially. If it’s a man to him, it should be a man to me. Second, and I think this is very important, why hasn’t Luke mentioned this female presence I noticed? Did he not detect it all, or has he dismissed it because it’s not as strong or as in-your-face as his ’man who doesn’t exist’? […] Mom, I think Uncle Luke is dismissing a lot of information and premonitions he may be getting, simply because they don’t match with what he believes. He didn’t think much of my suggestion that the Corellians wouldn’t roll over as quickly as the GA said they would, and look what happened. Now he has a pet theory about some shadowy enemy, and nothing else seems to be getting through him.”
“I know he hasn’t studied every esoteric Force discipline you have, […] but that doesn’t mean he’s wrong. His opinions shouldn’t be disregarded.”
“Neither should mine. […] I didn’t mean to sound angry—”
“You are angry.” […]
“Maybe. But my point is still worth listening to. Uncle Luke had to carry the burden of the survival of the entire Jedi order all by himself for years. He’s faced pressures that no Jedi in history has endured. After forty years of doing that, he may be burning out.”
“I doubt it. […] Jacen, the way he’s lived his life, the way he’s learned about the Force, that’s one path to knowledge. Yours is a different one. Do you really think yours is better?”
“With apologies, Mom—yes, I do. I think Uncle Luke is closed off to some avenues of learning, and it may mean there are things he’ll never be able to see.”
“All the same, […] keep your eyes open for strangers. Ignoring warnings is a good way to get dead.”
[…] “We agree on that.”"
Jacen Solo, Han Solo and Leia Organa Solo, Betrayal.

Chapitre XIX.

Dans Betrayal, il y a écrit:"But first, he had to pass a test of loyalty. He had to help this grand lady preserve her house by eliminating the rogue Jedi assigned to kill her.
Why Jedi would want to kill a Kuat mercantile princess was beyond Tawaler. But that was all right. His specialty was point security, not anticipatory security. Besides, he didn’t like the Jedi."
(Tawaler), Betrayal.

"“They’re dying.” The woman whispered the words in Tawaler’s ear as if answering his unspoken question. “Each of them, from various wasting diseases that medicine can’t arrest. They’re all still at something like full strength, with painkillers to keep them that way for a while, and they have no worries about mortality to hold them back. It’s delicious, isn’t it?”
Tawaler tried to suppress a shudder and did not entirely succeed. “Delicious,” he repeated, as if agreeing."
Betrayal.

"“My lord Solo”—she gestured at Han—“I’ll need you to surrender your blaster. You’re in the company of the envoys again.”
Han gave her a look that was that was half scowl, half puzzlement. “I’m not sure how to respond to a statement like that,” he said. “Except with violence.”
Lieutenant Yorvin suddenly discovered herself flanked by Wedge Antilles and Tycho Celchu. “You seem to be asking to suck space,” Wedge said.
“I’m sorry?”
“Perhaps the term isn’t common in the Kuat flavor of basic,” Tycho said. “What he’s asking, Lieutenant, is whether you’d like to patch the station exterior without wearing an enviro-suit.”
“I don't—I'm not—”
“Shhh,” Wedge said."
Betrayal.

Bonne lecture !

Dans Betrayal, Aaron mentionne "Donoslane Excursions", une société sur Corellia.

Un fan sur le forum off' remarque que son nom provient probablement de Myn Donos et Kirney Slane--alias Lara Notsil.
Ainsi, Aaron nous aurait livré discrètement le sort de deux des ex-Spectres.

Yeah, Moi aussi je me le ferai acheter, de la famille partant aux US, j'aurai le book direct de là-bas... Mais en Novembre. Ca sera mieux que rien, et peut-être que j'arriverai à comprendre deux phrases en entier.

Voici la couverture de l'édition PaperBack chez Arrow.

Jacen Solo a écrit:Voici la couverture de l'édition PaperBack chez Arrow.

Ca me rappelle vaguement quelque chose ^^

D'après Tawak de SWU, la version française sera probablement intitulée L'Héritage de la Force #1 : Trahison.

Merci c'est vraiment génial les extraits .

Jacen Solo a écrit:D'après Tawak de SWU, la version française sera probablement intitulée L'Héritage de la Force #1 : Trahison.

Plutot correct comme traduction pour le titre de la série. Le roman, bah euh, y'avait pas trop d'autres options de traduction possible

Ouais enfin pour rater une traduction comme ça il aurait fallut le faire exprès quand même. ^^

Y'en a des encore plus évidentes et qui ont été loupées...

Ouais, ils auraient pu mettre : Trahison Intergalactique voire Interdimensionnelle par exemple, juste pour faire joli ^^

J’avais posté un message la semaine dernière mais apparemment ça n’a pas marché…

Bon alors, je viens de finir trahison, il m’a plutôt assez plu.

Je trouvais l’intrigue un peu trop tirée par les cheveux, au début. Je ne voyais pas pourquoi l’AG voulait directement faire la guerre, mais au final c’est bien passé. Des négociations ont été tentées et finalement tout a été fait pour qu’il y ait guerre.

J’étais impatient de découvrir Ben dans l’action car dans le nid obscur il était trop jeune. On peut enfin vivre ses aventures. La mission pour détruire Centerpoint était du coup très intéressante, surtout que c’est lui qui réussit la mission.

Jacen a bien changé… Son évolution vers le côté obscur est intéressante, mais je l’ai trouvé trop rapide. Il en vient à tuer une Jedi, son amie, juste parce qu’il a « vu » son oncle mourir, et ce à cause de l’ennemie de sa famille… Lumiya joue bien, mais de là à retourner autant Jacen, c’est un peu trop je trouve.

Pour les autres personnages, j’espère qu’on verra de plus en plus Jaina, je trouve que les auteurs ne sont pas bien centrés sur elle depuis quelques livres…
Luke et Mara n’ont pas beaucoup d’action à eux, ils laissent faire les jeunes, ça ne leur correspond pas tout à fait.
Je regrette qu’on ne voit pas beaucoup de Jedi et maîtres à part les Solo et Skywalker. Pleins de Jedi qui ont été mis en avant plus d’une fois ne sont même pas cités.
Par contre, c’est une bonne chose que Wedge soit encore bien présent, aux côtés de Han.

Je trouve qu’il est très dur de se positionner pour un camp ou pour un autre, tout reste très mystérieux. On n’est plus au temps où il y avait rebelles d’un côté et impériaux de l’autre. Ici, on ne sait pas vraiment qui soutenir : L’AG et les Jedi ou Corellia avec Han, Leia, Wedge ?
Finalement les deus seuls ennemis clairement identifiés sont Lumiya et Sal-Solo. Du coup ça rend l’intrigue plutôt intéressante et ça laisse le mystère sur la suite. Tout n’est pas tout blanc ou tout noir…

Pour conclure, j’ai plutôt bien aimé le bouquin, même si deux ou trois points ont peut-être été traités trop rapidement. Il n’empêche que la série commence plutôt bien, et que je suis impatient de lire la suite…

Les discussions continuent sur le nouveau forum :

http://www.anakinworld.com/forum/romans/legacy-of-the-force-l-heritage-de-la-force-t64.html