| Legacy of the Jedi |
| 1 | FOUR GENERATIONS OF JEDI ONE COMMON ENEMY The Jedi Temple is a place of secrets and trust. Inside its walls, a legacy is passed down from generation to generation of peace, justice, and strength. But that legacy can be broken. Sometimes the greatest enemies rise from withinв Lorian Nod is a promising Jedi apprentice. A Padawan named Dooku is his best friend. Under the watchful eye of Yoda, they are preparing to become Jedi Knights. |
| 2 | Dooku knows their fate is intertwinedв yet he is not prepared for a turn of events that reveals the dark side to him for the first time. Years later, Dooku is a Jedi Master and Lorian Nod is a pirating outcast. With an unforeseen desire for revenge, Dooku works to thwart his former friend в" even if it means crossing his own apprentice Qui-Gon Jinnв When Qui-Gon himself becomes a Jedi Master, the specter of Lorian Nod still looms. |
| 3 | As Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan Kenobi struggle to find their place as Master and Padawan, they must work together to prevent an interplanetary threat в" and to outwit a very familiar enemyв During the Clone Wars, Lorian Nod wants to play a pivotal role as the Republic battles to keep hold of a strategic planet. On one side, Obi-Wan and his apprentice, Anakin Skywalker, must decide whether they can trust such an infamous figure. |
| 4 | On the other side, the now compromised Count Dooku has a score to settle against his old nemesisв FOUR GENERATIONS OF TRUST AND BETRAYAL ONE LEGACY Legacy of the Jedi Chapter 1 The corridor was empty. The two thirteen-year-old boys paused outside the closed door. There were locks at the Jedi Temple, but they were rarely used. There was no need. There was nothing to hide. Nothing was forbidden. The Jedi's code of honor gave each individual the challenge and privilege of walking the Jedi path. |
| 5 | It was assumed that the discipline needed for this would also prevail in one's private life. So to enter another Jedi's room without an invitation would not violate a rule. Not one that needed to be spoken or written, at least. Yet Dooku knew it was wrong. It wasn't terribly wrong. But it was wrong. "Come on," Lorian said. "No one will find out." Dooku glanced at his friend. Lorian's face was eager. |
| 6 | A dusting of freckles scattered across his blunt nose like a dense constellation of stars. His eyes were warm, lit with mischief, a dark piney green with amber lights, like a forest shot with sunlight. Lorian had been suggesting schemes since they were seven, and he'd talked Dooku into exploring the garbage tunnels. The experience had left Dooku with a reeking tunic and a healthy respect for sanitation practices. |
| 7 | "Besides, he's your Master," Lorian said. "He wouldn't mind." It was true that Thame Cerulian was Dooku's Master. The renowned Jedi Knight had chosen him last week. Dooku had just turned thirteen, and he was relieved that he wouldn't have to wait any longer to become a Padawan Learner. Yet he had not had time to get to know Thame at all. Thame was in the Outer Rim completing one last mission before taking on a Padawan. |
| 8 | Dooku was proud to have been chosen by such a legend. The question was, could he live up to that legend? Dooku had to. Getting a peek into Thame's personal quarters might give him a head start. He nodded at Lorian and accessed the door. It slid open silently. He stepped inside. If he expected a clue to his new Master's inner character, he was disappointed. The sleep couch was narrow, pushed against one wall. |
| 9 | A gray coverlet was folded neatly at the bottom. A data-screen sat on a bare table. No laserprints or holograms hung on the wall. No personal items were on the desk or the small table beside the sleep couch. There was a glass carafe with a small glass stopper. The transparent vessel and the gray blanket were the only signs that someone actually inhabited the room. "Wait," Lorian said. "I found something." He slid his hands along a seam in the wall that was almost invisible. |
| 10 | He pressed a recessed button and the wall slid back to reveal shelves over the desk. They were filled with holobooks. Dooku bent to examine the titles. Thame, he knew, was a historian, an expert in Jedi history. He had never seen most of these titles before. Galactic history, biographies, the natural sciences of different atmospheres and planetary systems. It was an impressive library. Lorian dismissed them with a glance. |
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