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Star Wars: Hard Contact (Republic Commando #1) Star Wars: Hard Contact by Karen Traviss
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“We're all going to die sometime, so you might as well die pushing the odds for something that matters.”
Karen Traviss, Star Wars: Hard Contact
“Regular people said they couldn’t tell the difference between one clone and another, did they? That was what came of spending too much time looking at faces and not enough wondering what shaped people and went on inside their heads.”
Karen Traviss, Hard Contact
“I don’t know who the good guys are anymore. But I do know what the enemy is. It’s the compromise of principles. You lose the war when you lose your principles. And the first principle is to look out for your comrades.”
Karen Traviss, Hard Contact
“You never have perfect knowledge in combat, gentlemen. It’s what we call the fog of war. You can either sit around worrying what’s real and what’s not, or you can realize the enemy hasn’t got a clue either and fire off a few rounds of psychology. A truly great army is one that only has to rattle its saber to win a war.”
Karen Traviss, Hard Contact
“It was an ethical choice between rules or lives, and rules didn’t always translate into what was right.”
Karen Traviss, Star Wars: Hard Contact
“It’s hard to send someone to their death,” she said, answering his silent question. His expression was hidden behind the visor of his helmet. She didn’t need to call on any of her abilities as a Jedi to know what he was thinking: one day she would do the same to men like him. The realization caught her unawares. “You’ll get used to it,” he said. She doubted it.”
Karen Traviss, Hard Contact
“It crossed her mind that she might be saving clone soldiers from death by biological agent so they could die from blaster and cannon round. It was a horrible thought.”
Karen Traviss, Hard Contact
“Gra’tua cuun hett su dralshy’a.”
Karen Traviss, Hard Contact
“There’s three things you should never believe—weather forecasts, the canteen menu, and intel.”
Karen Traviss, Hard Contact
“All that she was, and all that she would be in the future, was because a clone soldier had put such undeserved faith in her that she had become that Jedi he imagined she was.”
Karen Traviss, Hard Contact
“She understood that the Republic faced desperate times. She just wondered how many desperate measures that could justify. Somehow it seemed an affront to the Force to do this to fellow humans, even if they seemed remarkably sanguine about it.”
Karen Traviss, Hard Contact
“Right then Niner didn’t care if she had less idea of guerrilla warfare than a mott. She possessed one fundamental element of leadership that you couldn’t teach in a lifetime: she cared about those she led. She had earned her rank on the strength of that alone.”
Karen Traviss, Hard Contact
“Darman was expert at his craft, too, but there was a sense of hard-won skill, and there was no randomness or mystery to that. She liked him for being so pragmatic. It crossed her mind that she might be saving clone soldiers from death by biological agent so they could die from blaster and cannon round. It was a horrible thought.”
Karen Traviss, Hard Contact
“They had both been raised in complete isolation from the everyday world, with their own set of values and disciplines, not because they had been chosen to be different but because they had been born that way. Their calling was random, genetic—unfair.”
Karen Traviss, Hard Contact
“Five percent fluid loss stops you thinking straight.”
Karen Traviss, Hard Contact
“If you don’t crack sometimes, how do you know how far you can go?”
Karen Traviss, Hard Contact
“Threats come in all guises. Not all soldiers are young males, and not all soldiers wear uniforms.”
Karen Traviss, Hard Contact
“What are these things?” he asked. “I saw them on the river, too.” Ruby- and sapphire-colored insects were dancing above the surface of the puddle. “Daywings,” Etain said. “I’ve never seen colors like it.” “They hatch and take flight for a day, and they die by the evening,” she said. “A brief and glorious …” Her voice trailed off. She was appalled at her own insensitivity. She began assembling an apology, but Darman didn’t appear to need one. “They’re amazing,” he said, completely absorbed by the spectacle. “They certainly are,” she said, and watched him.”
Karen Traviss, Hard Contact