Order 66: Star Wars Legends (Republic Commando) (Star Wars: Republic Commando Book 4)

by Karen Traviss

A belief you suspend when it suits you isn’t a belief. It’s a lie.”

You can’t change the past or other folks, but you can always change yourself, and that changes your future.” The thought grabbed Falin and wouldn’t let

strength is up here.” He tapped his head. “You can make your body do anything if you want to badly enough. It’s called endurance. When you find out just how much you can do, how much you can face, you’ll feel fantastic—like nobody can ever hurt you again. You’ll be strong in every sense of the word.”

If we were given just one word of information in our entire history, how we’d treasure it! How we’d pore over every syllable, divining its meaning, arguing its importance; how we’d examine it and wring every lesson we could from it. Yet today we have trillions of words, tidal waves of information, and the smallest detail of every action our government and businesses take is easily available to us at the touch of a button. And yet … we ignore it, and learn nothing from it. One day, we’ll die of voluntary ignorance.

Sheer guts like that had the same effect on a Mandalorian male that a pair of long legs did on aruetiise; female courage was irresistible.

already got a son. Boba. He must be about twelve now. Cocky little jerk. Ordo shoved his head down the ’fresher for bragging that his dad could wipe the floor with Kal’buir.”

Aliit ori’shya taldin. Mandalorians always hit the nail on the head with their sayings; family definitely was a lot more than blood.

“Wouldn’t have been a good advert anyway,” he said, arguing aloud with himself. “Mandalore the Drooler.”

you want something to shine bright, it has to be polished hard.

What matters more? An easy life, or doing what’s right? You can make a difference. So it’s your moral duty to do it.

“The Masters at the academy told me that I thought too much and asked too many questions.” “Well, that’s what any secret cabal that doesn’t like its authority to be questioned would say.”

“Prep for docking,” said the pilot’s voice over the intercom. “You’re off watch, and I’m not, you barves …” “Shower, food, sleep,” said Darman, prioritizing. Atin shook his head. “Food, shower, sleep.” “Sleep,” said Niner. “Then more sleep.” They looked at Corr. “Glorious revolution, then installing a military junta,” he said. Etain stared, not at all sure about his hidden depths, but he laughed. “Or a nice big plate of minced roba patties. I’m easy.”

“What program are you running, exactly, clone?” Besany braced for impact. It was a very emotive issue, using the term clone when the woman knew both his rank and name. It said he was nothing. “Routing analysis, to detect via which terminal the virus entered the network, and then purge it from the system, overweight female human,” Jaing said. The shock on her face gave way to outrage. “I beg your pardon?” Jaing’s tone remained even. “I thought we were using generic phenotype descriptions as a term of address, as you appear to have dispensed with name and title.”

I read that right? You’re going to slice KDY’s system on Republic time?” “Please, miss, can I do some spying? I won’t make a mess …,” Mereel mocked Jaing. “You little crawler.” “You’re just jealous of my sheer animal magnetism, vod’ika.” “I wondered what that smell was.” Jaing affected a breathless, sultry tone. “Women can’t resist me. Not even Ellik.

this, all of it, because it’s going to blow up soon,” Skirata said. “I want you to be ready to save yourselves.” It was so quiet in the ’freshers that Darman could hear a faint, distant, distracting drip from a faucet. “Okay, full story,” said Niner. “The extra troops aren’t going to be deployed for some months.” Skirata held his hand up in front of his chest as if to quell argument that hadn’t even started. “Palpatine’s holding them back, but they’re fully developed. Fast-grown Spaarti clones, we think, mature enough to fight within a year or so, not grown Kamino-style like you—millions and millions of them. He’s got a big push planned, and the fact that nobody, but nobody, has been told about it scares the living osik out of me. So … okay, I’ll blurt it out. When the big red button gets pushed, we get out. And I mean we.” Darman heard Niner fidgeting. His armor rustled against the fabric of his bodysuit. They’d all talked around the subject, about what would happen after the war ended, and now—they knew.

“Fi, did I miss something?” “We’re married,” Fi said. Did he feel different? Yes, he really did. “You can see Parja blew our savings on her wedding gown.”