Star Wars: From a Certain Point of View (From a Certain Point of View #1)

by Elizabeth Schaefer

“That…thing. In the hallway, while we were trying to get off the Profundity. It killed at least a dozen of my men, cut them down like they were nothing. Blasters had no effect, it just kept on coming, kept on killing. It was like…like a nightmare. I’ve never seen anything like it, like some kind of death angel.”

That was the most bitter irony of war: The greatest acts of love for your family were the ones that kept you apart from them.

He ignored my sarcasm, but his face turned red. “The sensors detected no life-forms aboard. I thought…um…we wouldn’t have been scored with a kill…so…”

where an entire camp of Tuskens had been mysteriously massacred in the night,

Wuher thought: Who says that? Who announces that they’re a gods-blamed criminal with a death sentence? Might as well print your bounty number across your head, make yourself a target to every whackjob with a debt to pay.

And worst of all, Luke, as I am now, an old man, his face creased, his eyes haunted. He’s cut off from those who love him, consumed by regret and sorrow. It is too much to bear, a future I never want to see.

Lando was safe, at least for the time it took for the bar’s patrons to obtain and consume their drinks. You don’t shoot the guy buying the booze. Usually.