[Trilogie] Darth Bane

Path of Destruction mettra en scene Dark Bane pendant les annees -1020 et sera dispo en octobre 2006

Le désordre règne chez les Sith. Leurs guerres personnelles ont permis aux Jedi de contrecarrer leurs sombres plans. Une dernière bataille mettra fin à l’ère de puissance des Sith et aura pour conséquence l'extinction de l'Ordre Sith. Mais c’est ce que raconte la légende -- or, un Seigneur a survécu.
De ces cendres a émergé Dark Bane, le seul Sith qui pouvait prévoir le sort cauchemardeque d'un ordre sans guide, et apprit cela d'une façon fort coûteuse. En secret, il a forgé un nouvel ordre Sith, complottant dans l’ombre, reconstruisant prudemment sa puissance passée jusqu'à ce que la vengeance des Sith soit finalement acquise.
Qui était ce Seigneur Noir? Quels événements ont forgé cet homme qui se dédoublerait des rangs Sith et redéfinirait entièrement l'ordre ?

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Voici l'extrait de Path of Destruction, A novel of the Old Republic, que j'ai hip-achopé sur Hyperspace

Bonne lecture!

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Dessel was lost in the suffering of his job, barely even aware of his surroundings. His arms ached from the endless pounding of the hydraulic jack. Small bits of rock skipped off the cavern wall as he bored through, ricocheting off his protective goggles and stinging his exposed face and hands. Clouds of atomized dust filled the air, obscuring his vision, and the screeching whine of the jack filled the cavern, drowning out all other sounds as it burrowed centimeter by agonizing centimeter into the thick vein of cortosis woven into the rock before him.
Resistant to both heat and energy, cortosis was highly prized in the construction of armor and shielding by both commercial and military interests, especially with the galaxy at war. Highly resistant to blaster bolts, cortosis alloys supposedly could withstand even the blade of a lightsaber. Unfortunately the very properties that made it so valuable made it extremely difficult to mine. Plasma torches were virtually useless; it would take days to burn away even a small section of cortosis-laced rock. The only effective way to mine it was through the brute force of hydraulic jacks pounding relentlessly away at a vein, chipping the cortosis free bit by bit.

Cortosis was one of the hardest materials in the galaxy. The force of the pounding quickly wore down the head of a jack, blunting it until it became almost useless. The dust clogged the hydraulic pistons, making them jam. Mining cortosis was hard on the equipment... and even harder on the miners.
Des had been hammering away for nearly six hours. The jack weighed over thirty kilos, and the strain of keeping it raised and pressed against the rock face was taking its toll. His arms were trembling from the exertion. His lungs were gasping for air and choking on the clouds of fine mineral dust thrown up from the jack's head. Even his teeth hurt: the rattling vibration felt as if it were shaking them loose from his gums.
But the miners on Apatros were paid based on how much cortosis they brought back. If he quit now, another miner would jump in and start working the vein, taking a share of the profits. Des didn't like to share.

The whine of the jack's motor took on a higher pitch, becoming a keening wail Des was all too familiar with. At twenty thousand rpm the motor sucked in dust like a thirsty bantha sucking up water after a long desert crossing. The only way to combat it was by regular cleaning and servicing, and the Outer Rim Oreworks Company preferred to buy cheap equipment and replace it, rather than sink money into maintenance. Des knew exactly what was going to happen next -- and a second later, it did. The motor blew.
The hydraulics seized with a horrible crunch, and a cloud of black smoke spit out the rear of the jack. Cursing ORO and their corporate policies, Des released his cramped finger from the trigger and tossed the spent piece of equipment to the floor.

"Move aside, kid," a voice said.

Gerd, one of the other miners, stepped up and tried to shoulder Des out of the way so he could work the vein with his own jack. Gerd had been working the mines for nearly twenty years, and it had turned his body into a mass of hard, knotted muscle. But Des had been working the mines for ten years himself, ever since he was a teenager, and he was just as solid as the older man -- and a little bigger. He didn't budge.

"I'm not done here," he said. "Jack died, that's all. Hand me yours and I'll keep at it for a while."

"You know the rules, kid. You stop working and someone else is allowed to move in."

Technically, Gerd was right. But nobody ever jumped another miner's claim over an equipment malfunction. Not unless they were trying to pick a fight.
Des took a quick look around. The chamber was empty except for the two of them, standing less than half a meter apart. Not a surprise; Des usually chose caverns far off the main tunnel network. It had to be more than mere coincidence that Gerd was here.
Des had known Gerd for as long as he could remember. The middle-aged man had been friends with Hurst, Des's father. Back when Des first started working the mines at thirteen, he had taken a lot of abuse from the bigger miners. His father had been the worst tormentor, but Gerd had been one of the main instigators, dishing out more than his fair share of teasing, insults and the occasional cuff on the ear.

Their harassments had ended shortly after Des's father died of a massive heart attack. It wasn't because the miners felt sorry for the orphaned young man, though. By the time Hurst died, the tall, skinny teenager they loved to bully had become a mountain of muscle with heavy hands and a fierce temper. Mining was a tough job; it was the closest thing to hard labor one could find outside a Republic prison colony. Whoever worked the mines on Apatros got big -- and Des just happened to become the biggest of them all. Half a dozen black eyes, countless bloody noses and one broken jaw in the space of a month was all it took for Hurst's old friends to decide they'd be happier if they left Des alone.
Yet it was almost as if they blamed him for Hurst's death, and every few months, one of them tried again. Gerd had always been smart enough to keep his distance--until now.

"I don't see any of your friends here with you, old man," Des said. "So back off my claim, and nobody gets hurt."

Gerd spat on the ground at Des's feet. "You don't even know what day it is, do you, boy? Damn disgrace is what you are!"
They were standing close enough to each other that Des could smell the sour Corellian whisky on Gerd's breath. The man was drunk. Drunk enough to come looking for a fight, but still sober enough to hold his own.

"Five years ago today," Gerd said, shaking his head sadly. "Five years ago today your own father died, and you don't even remember!"

Des rarely even thought about his father anymore. He hadn't been sorry to see him go. His earliest memories were of his father smacking him. He didn't even remember the reason; Hurst rarely needed one.

"Can't say I miss Hurst the same way you do, Gerd."

"Hurst?" Gerd snorted. "He raised you by himself after your momma died, and you don't even have the respect to call him 'dad'? You ungrateful son of a Kath hound!"

Des glared down menacingly at Gerd, but the shorter man was too full of drink and self-righteous indignation to be intimidated.

"Should've expected this from a mudcrutch whelp like you," Gerd continued. "Hurst always said you were no good. He knew there was something wrong with you... Bane."

Des narrowed his eyes, but didn't rise to the bait. Hurst had called him by that name when he was drunk. Bane. He had blamed his son for his wife's death. Blamed him for being stuck on Apatros. He considered his only child to be the bane of his existence, a fact he'd tended to spit out at Des in his drunken rages.

Bane. It represented everything spiteful, petty, and mean about his father. It struck at the innermost fears of every child: fear of disappointment, fear of abandonment, fear of violence. As a kid, that name had hurt more than all the smacks from his father's heavy fists. But Des wasn't a kid anymore. Over time he'd learned to ignore it, along with all the rest of the hateful bile that spilled from his father's mouth.

"I don't have time for this," he muttered. "I've got work to do."

With one hand he grabbed the hydraulic jack from Gerd's grasp. He put the other hand on Gerd's shoulder and shoved him away. Stumbling back, the inebriated man caught his heel on a rock and fell roughly to the ground.
He stood up with a snarl, his hands balling into fists. "Guess your daddy's been gone too long, boy. You need someone to beat the sense back into you!"
Gerd was drunk, but he was no fool, Des realized. Des was bigger, stronger, younger... but he'd spent the last six hours working a hydraulic jack. He was covered in grime and the sweat was dripping off his face. His shirt was drenched. Gerd's uniform, on the other hand, was still relatively clean: no dust, no sweat stains. He must have been planning this all day, taking it easy and sitting back while Des wore himself out.
But Des wasn't about to back down from a fight. Throwing Gerd's jack to the ground, he dropped into a crouch, feet wide and arms held out in front of him.

Gerd charged forward, swinging his right fist in a vicious uppercut. Des reached out and caught the punch with the open palm of his left hand, absorbing the force of the blow. His right hand snapped forward and grabbed the underside of Gerd's right wrist; as he pulled the older man forward, Des ducked down and turned, driving his shoulder into Gerd's chest. Using his opponent's own momentum against him, Des straightened up and yanked hard on Gerd's wrist, flipping him up and over so that he crashed to the ground on his back.
The fight should have ended right then; Des had a split second where he could have dropped his knee onto his opponent, driving the breath from his lungs and pinning him to the ground while he pounded Gerd with his fists. But it didn't happen. His back, exhausted from hours of hefting the thirty-kilo jack, spasmed.
The pain was agonizing; instinctively Des straightened up, clutching at the knotted lumbar muscles. It gave Gerd a chance to roll out of the way and get back to his feet.

Somehow Des managed to drop into his fighting crouch again. His back howled in protest, and he grimaced as red-hot daggers of pain shot through his body. Gerd saw the grimace and laughed.

"Cramping up there, boy? You should know better than to try and fight after a six-hour shift in the mines."

Gerd charged forward again. This time his hands weren't fists, but claws grasping and grabbing at anything they could find, trying to nullify the younger man's height and reach by getting in close. Des tried to scramble out of the way, but his legs were too stiff and sore to get him clear. One hand grabbed his shirt, the other got hold of his belt as Gerd pulled both of them to the ground.
They grappled together, wrestling on the hard, uneven stone of the cavern floor. Gerd had his face buried against Dessel's chest to protect it, keeping Des from landing a solid elbow or head-butt. He still had a grip on Des's belt, but now his other hand was free and punching blindly up to where he guessed Des's face would be. Des was forced to wrap his arms in and around Gerd's own, interlocking them so neither man could throw a punch.

With their limbs pinned, strategy and technique meant little. The fight had become a test of strength and endurance, with the two combatants slowly wearing each other down. Dessel tried to roll Gerd over onto his back, but his weary body betrayed him. His limbs were heavy and soft; he couldn't get the leverage he needed. Instead, it was Gerd who was able to twist and turn, wrenching one of his hands free while still keeping his face pressed tight against Des's chest so it wouldn't be exposed.
Des wasn't so lucky... his face was open and vulnerable. Gerd struck a blow with his free hand, but he didn't hit with a closed fist. Instead, he drove his thumb hard into Des's cheek, only a few centimeters from his real target. He struck again with the thumb, looking to gouge out one of his opponent's eyes and leave him blind and writhing in pain.

It took Des a second to realize what was happening; his tired mind had become as slow and clumsy as his body. He turned his face away just as the second blow landed, the thumb jamming painfully into the cartilage of his upper ear.
Anger flared through Des; dark rage exploded inside him: a burst of fiery passion that burned away the exhaustion and fatigue. Suddenly his mind was clear, and his body felt strong and rejuvenated. He knew what he was going to do next. More importantly, he knew with absolute certainty what Gerd would do next, too.

He couldn't explain how he knew; sometimes he could just anticipate an opponent's next move. Instinct, some might have said. Des felt it was something more. It was too detailed -- too specific -- to be simple instinct. It was more like a vision, a brief glimpse into the future. And whenever it happened, Des always knew what to do, as if something was guiding and directing his actions.
When the next blow came, Des was more than ready for it. He could picture it perfectly in his mind. He knew exactly when it was coming and precisely where it would strike. This time he turned his head in the opposite direction, exposing his face to the incoming blow -- and opening his mouth. He bit down hard, his timing perfect, and his teeth sunk deep into the dirty flesh of Gerd's probing thumb.

Gerd screamed as Des clamped his jaw shut, severing the tendons and striking bone. He wondered if he could bite clean through and then--as if the very thought made it happen -- he severed Gerd's thumb.
The screams became shrieks as Gerd released his grasp and rolled away, clasping his maimed hand with his whole one. Crimson blood welled up through the fingers trying to staunch the flow from his stump.
Standing up slowly, Des spat the thumb out onto the ground. The taste of blood was hot in his mouth. His body felt strong and reenergized, as if some great power surged through his veins. All the fight had been taken out of his opponent; Des could do anything he wanted to Gerd now.

The older man rolled back and forth on the floor, his hand clutched to his chest. He was moaning and sobbing, begging for mercy, pleading for help.
Des shook his head in disgust; Gerd had brought this on himself. It had started as a simple fistfight. The loser would have ended up with a black eye and some bruises, but nothing more. Then the older man had taken things to another level by trying to blind him, and he'd responded in kind. Des had learned long ago not to escalate a fight unless he was willing to pay the price of losing. Now Gerd had learned that lesson, too.

Des had a temper, but he wasn't the kind to keep beating on a helpless opponent. Without looking back at his defeated foe, he left the cavern and headed back up the tunnel to tell one of the foremen what happened so someone could come tend to Gerd's injury.
He wasn't worried about the consequences. The medics could reattach Gerd's thumb, so at worst Des would be fined a day or two's wages. The corporation didn't really care what its employees did, as long as they kept coming back to mine the cortosis. Fights were common among the miners, and ORO almost always turned a blind eye, though this particular fight had been more vicious than most -- savage and short, with a brutal end.

Just like life on Apatros.

La couverture du futur roman

Je crois que ce roman va être génial Depuis le temps que j'attends que cette période soit approndie. Un régal

En revanche j'aime pas du tout la couverture :s

Au contraire, je la trouve très stylée cette couverture. On a enfin une réelle et "belle" image de Bane. Les ecritures rappellent celles de KOTOR vous ne trouvez pas ?

Benson800 a écrit: Les ecritures rappellent celles de KOTOR vous ne trouvez pas ?

Effectivement

Par contre je reste sceptique en voyant la couverture, qui évoque plus un sith au pouvoir (même s'il est déjà Seigneur) que les origines d'un perso. Je ne trouve pas que les autres sources sur Bane (Jedi VS Sith et Bane of the Sith) donnent une image concrète du système féodal sith, donc ce roman abordera peut-être cette idée :s

Par contre, je suis pas plus emballé que ça par ce roman moi... en fait si j'aime beaucoup les Sith en général, ceux de la période des Sept Campagnes de Ruusan me laissent froid :s Et Bane particulièrement, vu que j'aime pas son chara-design (même si là sur la couverture il a quand même plus de classe qu'ailleurs ^^" Il me fait plus penser à Darth Finn qu'à Darth Bane moi

Pour l'instant c'est sa naissance et comment il rejoins les Sith... Donc il abordera surement le systeme feodal dans la mesure ou une personne qui rejoins les Sith ne devient pas des le depart un Seigneur...

Leris a écrit:Pour l'instant c'est sa naissance et comment il rejoins les Sith... Donc il abordera surement le systeme feodal dans la mesure ou une personne qui rejoins les Sith ne devient pas des le depart un Seigneur...

Effectivement, c'est sensé être sa naissance et le reste, même si la couverture m'aurait plutôt convenu pour un post-Ruusan :s Enfin, on verra sûrement comme il devient Seigneur par la force ^^

Pour ma part j'attend beaucoup de ce roman, je trouve que ça rappelle la " naissance " d'un autre seigneur noir : " the rise of darth vader ", du moins dans le concept de base. S'ils se décidaient à créer une lignée de romans comme ça pour les débuts des grandes figures sith je trouve que ça pourrait donner quelque chose de bien.

Sinon j'ai pas lu jedi vs sith, ça me pénalisera pour comprendre ce roman ?

Non ça ne te penalisera pas, puisque Path of Destruction se passa avant les sept batailles de Ruusan

En même temps, Jedi VS Sith casse pas trois pattes à un canard non plus ^^" Les dessins font beaucoup perdre en intensité et en gravité je trouve :s

Oui mais c'est pour le recit, pas pour les dessins

Darth Vile SWU a écrit:Et hop, on remonte un peu ce topic, car avec la sortie du paperback de Dark Lord est arrivé un nouvel extrait de Path of Destruction, inclus à la fin du roman de Luceno.
Et évidemment, voila en spoilers ce qui se passerait selon les derniers compte-rendus:

Surlignez pour lire


Dessel (Bane) mène une unité militaire régulière affiliée aux Sith et appelée les Gloom Walkers contre une base Républicaine, en ne sachant toujours pas qu'il est sensible à la Force. Au cours de sa mission, il joue vite fait bien fait au sniper avec quelques ennemis, mais se fait toutefois aveugler par une grenade, et c'est là qu'il éprouve une drôle de sensation, qui lui permet de "voir" malgré son handicap temporaire et d'éliminer le reste de ses adversaires. Grâce à lui, les Sith gagnent et tout le monde est fasciné par ce qu'il a réussi à faire.

Après cela, il retourne au camp des Seigneurs Noirs, où on apprends qu'il s'est mutiné contre son officier supérieur, car il pensait que le plan de ce dernier les aurait tous conduit à la mort, ses camarades et lui. En apprenant ça, les services de sécurité Sith arrêtent Dessel et lui apprennent qu'il va être jugé en cour martiale par le Seigneur Kopecz, avant de le jeter dans une fosse. Et quelques jours plus tard, c'est une figure encapuchonée qui apparaît devant le futur Sith, en lui disant qu'il l'emmène avec lui sur Korriban.

Pas mal comme ajout!

Je dois dire que je suis très intrigué par ce passage (alors que Bane, je l'aime pas trop lol). La fiche associée sur AW est donc La Mutinerie de Phareesa

Le synopsis donné par amazon :
Once the Sith order teemed with followers. But their rivalries divided them in endless battles for supremacy. Until one dark lord at last united the Sith in the quest to enslave the galaxy–and exterminate the Jedi. Yet it would fall to another, far more powerful than the entire Brotherhood of Darkness, to ultimately realize the full potential of the Sith, and wield the awesome power of the dark side as never before.


Since childhood, Dessel has known only the abuse of his hateful father and the dangerous, soul-crushing labor of a cortosis miner. Deep in the tunnels of the desolate planet Apatros, endlessly excavating the rare mineral valued throughout the galaxy, Dessel dreams of the day he can escape–a day he fears may never come. But when a high-stakes card game ends in deadly violence, Dessel suddenly finds himself a wanted man.

On the run from vengeful Republic forces, Dessel vanishes into the ranks of the Sith army, and ships out to join the bloody war against the Republic and its Jedi champions. There, Dessel’s brutality, cunning, and exceptional command of the Force swiftly win him renown as a warrior. But in the eyes of his watchful masters, he is destined for a far greater role in the ultimate Sith plan for the galaxy–if he can prove himself truly worthy.

As an acolyte in the Sith academy, studying the secrets and skills of the dark side at the feet of its greatest masters, Dessel embraces his new Sith identity: Bane. However the true test is yet to come. In order to gain acceptance into the Brotherhood of Darkness one must fully surrender to the dark side through a trial by fire that Bane, for all his unquenchable fury and lust for power, may not be strong enough to endure . . . especially since deception, treachery, and murder run rampant among the Sith disciples, and utter ruthlessness alone is the key to survival. Only by defying the most sacred traditions, rejecting all he has been taught, and drawing upon the long-forgotten wisdom of the very first Sith can Bane hope to triumph–and forge from the ashes of that which he must destroy a new era of absolute dark power.

Genial! Une nouvelle news!!

Je te la laisse... Assez de traudction pour moi pour la journée.

Allez!!! Fais pas ta timide!!

Le synopsis a ete traduis par mes soins (un peu rapide, mais on fait ce qu'on peut ):

Une fois encore, l'Ordre Sith a rassemblé de nombreux disciples. Mais leurs rivalités les divisent dans une bataille sans fin pour la suprématie. Jusqu'à ce qu'un seul Seigneur Noir réusisse à les unir dans sa quête de réduire en esclavage la galaxie et d'exterminer les Jedi. Pour l'instant, ce sera un autre qui s'en chargera, plus puissant que toute la Confrérie des Ténèbres réunie, afin de réaliser pleinement le potentiel des Sith et exercer la pleine puissance du Côté Obscur comme jamais auparavant.

Depuis son enfance, Dessel sait comment abuser de sa haine envers son père et de sa dangereuse vie de mineur de cortosis. Au fin fond des tunnels de sa planète désolée, Apatros, il extrait le précieux minerai au prix de sa vie; mais Dessel rêve du jour où il s'échappera. Un jour qu'il a peur de voir arrivé. Mais rapidement, ce jour arrive lorsqu'il devient une cible et un homme mort.

Dans sa quête de vengeance contre les forces de la République, Dessel rejoint les rangs de l'armée Sith et s'engage dans une guerre sanglante contre la République et ses champions Jedi. C'est là, que la brutalité de Dessel, sa ruse et sa capacité à commander la Force font vite de lui un guerrier. Mais sous les yeux de ses maîtres, il est destiné à jouer un grand rôle au sein du plan des Siths pour contrôler la galaxie. S'il peut faire ses preuves.

En tant qu'apprenti à l'Académie Sith, étudiant les secrets et les pouvoirs du Côté Obscur aux côtés des grands maîtres, Dessel embrasse sa nouvelle identité Sith: Bane. Cependant, le véritable test ne tarde pas à arriver. Afin de rejoindre la Confrérie des Ténèbres, il faut entièrement se laisser consummer par le Côté Obscur au cours d'une épreuve, pour que toute sa fureur inextinguible et sa soif de pouvoir ne puissent être assez fortes pour pouvoir le supporter... d'autant plus que la tromperie, la trahison et le meurtre sont les fonctions primordiales au sein des disciples Sith, et la seule façon de survivre. Ce sera seulement en défiant les traditions les plus sacrées, en rejetant tout ce qu'on lui a appris et en tirant un trait sur la sagesse des premiers véritables Sith qu'il a acquise, que Bane peut espérer triompher et se forger dans les cendres afin de créer une nouvelle ère de puissance absolue pour le Côté Obscur.

Impossible de l'avoir en pre-commande... Bordel de fuck!

Edit: Bon, j'ai reussis a le pecho sur Alapage... meme si ça me plait pas forcement de payer 25€! Arg!

Bon finalement, je l'ai commande chez Amazon en passant par un sous-traitant pour seulement... 18 euros !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Il me sera envoye le 21, pour livraison chez moi le 23!!

T'as annulé à Alapage ?

Edit : Eh, le 23, c'est 3 jours avant la parution ? Je sens que tu vas nous régaler !

Ouai, j'ai annule Alapage.... Ils me disaient toujours "En commande chez le fournisseur"
Je sens que je vais vous regaler en spoilers mes enfants

Il y a un résumé sur Wikipedia.

Je vais voir s'il y a de nouveaux FS à ajouter à LPDJ.

Ouai j'l'ai lu, mais je prefere avoir le bouquin dans les mains

Interview de Drew Karpyshyn, puis extrait du bouquin (premier chapitre, qui était déjà l'extrait contenu je ne sais plus où).

Putin je l'ai toujours pas reçu moi!!!

Dépêche toi de le recevoir Leris ! Pour ma part je l'ai pas commandé... je pense que j'attendrai le paperback. Sauf si tu nous annonces que c'est le meilleur SW de tous les temps, auquel cas je ferai un effort ! Je préfère attendre les différents échos pour l'instant... pas spécialement envie de débourser 20 € dans un hardcover. Outbound Flight, c'était indispensable, Betrayal, nécessaire pour pouvoir suivre correctement LOTF... Mais là c'est isolé donc bon. Sauf si tout le monde dit que c'est une bombe, je lirai pas le hardcover.

Je l'ai pas reçu je sais pas pourquoi ça met autant de temps!!

Toujours rien ? Moi je dis, Base Delta Zero sur Amazon...