CHILDREN OF THE JEDI

(Paperback)

pg.18: The face was still that of the young man who had come to Yavin over a year ago, asking to be tested for adeptness in the Force. The technicians of the biomedical institute on Coruscant had saved that much. They'd duplicated his hands as well. Luke recognized the scar on the little finger of the right one, which Nichols had gotten the first time he'd tried maneuvering an edged weapon with the Force. They fitted perfectly into the droid body Cray had designed when Nichols had been diagnosed with the first signs of Quannot's Syndrome, as if Nichols--the Nichols Luke had known, the Nichols Cray had loved--were simply wearing smooth, form-fitted armor of brushed pewter-gray steel, exquisitely articulated, every joint and stress point filled in with metal-meshed plastoid as fine as vine-silk, so that not a strut, not a wire, not a cable showed to remind anyone that this was a droid.

pg.20: "Like Uncle Owen," he said softly. "The worst yelling-at I ever got in my life was the one time I...I guess I found something using the Force." Luke feeling the Force at 6 years old

pg.22-23: She looked over at Luke. "Have you tried to go into McKumb's mind?"
Luke nodded, flinching from the memory. Whether because of the yarrock, or the brain damage, or from some other cause, he had encountered none of the normal human barriers that prevent invasion by telepathic force. but neither had he found in the old smuggler's mind anything for his own seeking thoughts to link to, nothing to ask, to see.

pg.24: "It's a miracle he's alive at all."
"And he wouldn't be, if it weren't for some of the research Stinna Draesinge Sha did on captured Ssi-ruuk wreckage. On transferring the...the actual person, not just a data print...into an artificial construct."

pg.26: Under Luke's grip Nichol's hands felt warm--like his own prosthetic, heated by minute subcutaneous circuitry to exactly body temperature, so that those who touched them might not be disconcerted.

pg.31: Small comforting click and whirrings came from the household machinery: Aunt Beru's yogurt maker, the hydroponics plant Uncle Owen had set up last year, the hum of the security fence...
Tatooine. Why did he dream about his childhood home? Why about that night, the night he'd waked to that silence more in his heart than in the night, knowing that something was coming?
Luke Force sensitive when he was very young.

pg.33: See-Threepio, seated in the empty dinging room of the Guest House, switched on the moment Luke crossed the threshold, the glow of eyes springing up like round yellow moons in the dark. C-3P0 proximity sensor switch-on

pg.37: "I'm told also that in experiments with accelerated learning, at a certain number of multiples of human learning capacity, tremendous breakthroughs can occur."

pg.41: "Asteroid field," he said. "Looks like all sizes. Usual nickel-iron composition."

pg.43: "Can you pick up any antimatter trails?" asked Luke, [snip] "Hyperdust? Any sign of ships coming through here at all?"

pg.59: "Standard Imperial bases house at least three companies. More, in isolated locales such as this! What can they do against five hundred and forty shock troops, with Master Luke injured as badly as he is? Plus tracker droids, interrogators, surveillance equipment, automated traps!"
"Power readings weren't high enough for anything like that,"
"Of course a hidden base would alter its power readings!"

pg.84: When he'd gone back to Tatooine to rescue Han from Jabba the Hutt, he had returned to that ruined farmstead on the edge of the Dune Sea. Nobody had taken up the land. Jawas had looted what was left of the house, probably as soon as the ashes cooled. The rooms around the sunken courtyard had collapsed. The whole place was only a crumbling subsidence, half filled with sand.
The markers he'd put on the graves who'd been parents to him had been stolen, too.
Luke buried Owen and Beru before returning to Obi Wan in ANH.

pg.86: The dispenser was stocked with huge quantities of gylocal, a horrificially powerful pain-blocker/stimulant that would allow a warrior to go on fighting long after shock would have felled and killed him—Luke turned the black boxes of ampuoles over in his hands and remarked, "They sure expected a fight, didn't they?" He put them back. Gylocal decomposed after about ten years in storage, separating into its original—and highly toxic—components. Even if the stuff had been fresh, Luke wasn't sure what the effect of the drug would be on his ability to wield the Force. Less heroic measures were available in the form of nyex, which made many people—and Luke knew from past experience he was among them—drowsy, and the nonnarcotic painkiller perigen. He planted a perigen patch on his thigh just above the knee and immediately felt the pain lessen. It wouldn't heal the damage... Med Tech: Range of painkilling drugs that the Eye of Palpatine stocked, all of which were over twenty years old. Of course, Luke's leg had to heal at a normal pace, considering that the bacta tanks of the Eye were out of commission.

pg.106: "Major Calrissian, special services. 229811-B" He gave the serial number of the Millennium Falcon's engine block.

pg.111: Luke recognized it instantly, for the Klaggs had all been wearing helmets and armor from regular navy troopers rather than stormtroopers, bucket-shaped helmets and gray breastplates instead of the familiar white.

pg.112: Threepio could gear his vocoder down to the faintest hum of almost-inaudibility.

pg.123: She smiled beatifically as Leia signaled and another bottle materialized on the stain-repellant lexoplast of the bar. Tech: Materialization technology?

pg.139: Luke leaned one shoulder against the jamb of the doorway, aware that there was no more need for Threepio to address the Will aloud than there was for the droid to use human speech to communicate with Artoo-Detoo. But Threepio was programmed to interface with civilized life forms, to think like a civilized life form. And one of the marks of nearly every civilization Luke had ever encountered had been chattiness.

pg.139: Threepio turned in his chair—another unnecessary human mannerism, for his audio receptors would have picked up, and identified, Luke's footsteps and breathing eighteen meters down the hall.

pg.139: "According to the Will, concentrations of bodies with internal temperatures of a hundred and five degrees—Gammorean normal—don't exist, either. Or those with temperatures of a hundred and ten, or one-six, or eighty-three, which means there aren't any Jawas, Kitonaks, or Affytechans around."

pg.146: As far as Luke had been able to ascertain, the Affytechans, unlike the Gammoreans, sought to harm no one. Their conciousness, if they had any, was wholly sunk into the dreams of the Imperial Space Service, not divided between dream and reality.
"They're firing on us, Captain!" cried a beautiful thing of yellow and blue. "Plasma torpedoes coming in on port deflector shields!"
Weapon Tech: Plasma torpedoes

pg.147-148: Tusken rifles were mostly basement specials, tinkered by illegal manufacturers in Mos Eisley and sold to the Raiders by unscrupulous middlemen. Inaccurate, dirty-firing, but even a near-miss in corridors like these could be fatal.

pg.154: Chewbacca handed him the bundle he'd brought up from the Millennium Falcon's locker—a Scale-3 antigrav generator, and a couple of backpack power cells. Solo set the generator on the well cover and flipped the magnetic catches, only to discover that the cover wasn't durasteel as he'd thought, but some kind of nonferrous metal.

pg.162: Chewbacca fired his bowcaster and the impact knocked the attacker backward into an old mud pit,

pg.176-177: "Oh, the sensory mechanism of a cleaner SP is quite capable of detecting grease molocules in a concentration of less than ten thousand per square centimeter, in an area of a quarter of a square centimeter, at a distance of a hundred meters or more." Cleaning droid tech specs

pg.195: There was another noise, thin and steady, a half-familiar whining... Weapon Tech: Overload alarm on a blaster.

pg.196: Han yelled, "Let go of the handle, Chewie!" a split second before the droid put several thousand volts into the metal handle, R2 generating several thousand volts in an attack.

pg.196: Almost inaudible in the cupboard the blasters' double whine scaled upward, an insectlike warning of an explosion that would certainly destroy most of the house.

pg.198: Han ripped the power cores out of both blasters and hurled the stripped weapons across the room onto the bed, where Leia buried them under pillows. The triggering blast—without the power that would have vaporized everything in the room—was like a violent hiccup, the kick of some huge, fierce, sullen thing under the bedding.

pg.201: It was definitely Artoo: The serial numbers on his main block and motivator housing matched.

pg.202: Though not much of a mechanic—Luke had taught her to break and reassemble a standard X-wing engine in a pinch, and on a good day she could even identify portions of the Falcon's drive system—

pg.204: For a long time she'd tried not to know whether it had been day or evening in the capital of Alderaan when the Death Star had appeared in the sky. Somebody had eventually told her that it had been a warm evening late in the spring.

pg.222: Helmets, plates, dismantled blasters and ion mortars strewed the halls—Luke checked the weapons and found that, one and all, they'd had their power cells pulled. Weapon Tech: Ion mortars

pg.223: "I can reproduce exactly the language and tonalities of over two hundred thousand sentient civilizations," replied the droid, with perhaps pardonable pride. "Gammorean verbal tones begin a fifty herz and run up to thirteen thousand;"

pg.250: Because of the intensive ion storms, high-altitude scans were out of the question, but a ground-level geothermic trace would have been possible.

pg.265: When he'd lost his hand he'd had a mechanical within hours, Luke received his bonic hand the same day he lost his real one

pg.266: The droids who occupied themselves with the reconstitution of food, water, and oxygen needed no lights to work. Tech: Food and water reconstitution

pg.268: He felt the hatch cover give, two levels up, and dimly heard the clang of it striking the floor. Luke using the Force on a hatch cover he can't see.

pg.271: The Treadwell's case-hardened arms resisted even the cut of a laser. It was made to work in the heart of an antimatter furnace, and though the lightsaber hissed and slashed, the searing violence of the blows reverberated up Luke's arms as if it would shatter the bones. A droid designed for working in "antimatter furnaces"

pg.290: —the compartment in the wall was built with a segment of the rock that covered it keyed to be literally shifted into another dimension by the power of the Force.

pg.293: Most of those worlds had some kind of [moon] circling them, though they might be no more than bare balls of rock or ice or frozen gas habitable only after prohibitively expensive bioforming. Tech: "Bioforming"

pg.294: "In any case, for my sins, I had reflected on the tradition, or legend, that the Jedi were unable to affect machinery or droids by means of the "Force." In the light of the nature of subelectronic synapses, I speculated about the possibility of an implanted subelectronic converter, to be surgically inserted in the brain of one who possessed such hereditary ability to concentrate through waves, enabling him or her, with proper training, to influence artificial intelligences of varying complexities at the individual synaptic level." There have been many instances since this where Jedi have been able to affect droids and machinery with the Force. Obi-Wan used the Force on General Grievous and Anakin's bionic hand in the ROTS novelization.

pg.301: "Nobody's ever seen children or young or whatever—nobody knows whether some of those warriors are females, or even if there are male and female Sand People." Was Anakin the only human who lived that saw female Sandpeople, and their children? [AOTC]

pg.302: "He noticed they raid pika and deb-deb orchards—those are sweet fruits they grow in some oases—" Oases on Tatooine

pg.324: "No," said Luke, thinking about the few weeks he'd spent on Dagobah. Luke trained at least 3 weeks with Yoda in TESB

pg.324: "If Ben hadn't taught your father," said Callista softly, "your father probably wouldn't have been strong enough to kill Palpatine...nor would he have been in a position to do so. You couldn't have done it," she added.
"Not then, no."

pg.325-326: See-Threepio's hyperacute hearing dissected the tight shrillness of anguish in his voice, and the sensors on his left hand—which the human was clasping, since the corridor was pitch dark—registered both abnormal cold and greater than usual muscular tension, also signs of stress. C-3P0's abilities

pg.326: Threepio kept his voder circuits turned down to eighteen decibles, well below the hearing threshold of either Gammoreans or Sand People, and adjusted the intensity so that the sound waves would carry exactly the .75 meters that seperated his speaker from Pothman's ear.

pg.366: Closing his eyes, he concentrated on the heat sensors of the fire prevention system of the lounge and the corridors around it. It was the simplest of all Jedi powers—directed against the most basic system in the ship— Apparently, the legend that 'Jedi were unable to affect machinery or droids by means of the "Force."' on page 294 is disproven by Luke himself 72 pages later!

pg.372-373: "What did you do to your droid?"
"I didn't do anything," said Leia quietly. "After his attempt on our lives last night he had to be rewired."
"You changed its schematic!" Irek was shocked. "But a droid can't run if you change its schematic!" He looked in horror from his mother to Keldor, as if for confirmation of this fact. "Old Man Magrody said that every droid has a standard schematic, and—"
"Professor Magrody," said Leia, "obviously didn't hang around much with spaceport mechanics."

pg.18: The face was still that of the young man who had come to Yavin over a year ago, asking to be tested for adeptness in the Force. The technicians of the biomedical institute on Coruscant had saved that much. They'd duplicated his hands as well. Luke recognized the scar on the little finger of the right one, which Nichols had gotten the first time he'd tried maneuvering an edged weapon with the Force. They fitted perfectly into the droid body Cray had designed when Nichols had been diagnosed with the first signs of Quannot's Syndrome, as if Nichols--the Nichols Luke had known, the Nichols Cray had loved--were simply wearing smooth, form-fitted armor of brushed pewter-gray steel, exquisitely articulated, every joint and stress point filled in with metal-meshed plastoid as fine as vine-silk, so that not a strut, not a wire, not a cable showed to remind anyone that this was a droid.
pg.20: "Like Uncle Owen," he said softly. "The worst yelling-at I ever got in my life was the one time I...I guess I found something using the Force."	Luke feeling the Force at 6 years old
pg.22-23: She looked over at Luke. "Have you tried to go into McKumb's mind?" Luke nodded, flinching from the memory. Whether because of the yarrock, or the brain damage, or from some other cause, he had encountered none of the normal human barriers that prevent invasion by telepathic force. but neither had he found in the old smuggler's mind anything for his own seeking thoughts to link to, nothing to ask, to see.
pg.24: "It's a miracle he's alive at all." "And he wouldn't be, if it weren't for some of the research Stinna Draesinge Sha did on captured Ssi-ruuk wreckage. On transferring the...the actual person, not just a data print...into an artificial construct."
pg.26: Under Luke's grip Nichol's hands felt warm--like his own prosthetic, heated by minute subcutaneous circuitry to exactly body temperature, so that those who touched them might not be disconcerted.
pg.31: Small comforting click and whirrings came from the household machinery: Aunt Beru's yogurt maker, the hydroponics plant Uncle Owen had set up last year, the hum of the security fence... Tatooine. Why did he dream about his childhood home? Why about that night, the night he'd waked to that silence more in his heart than in the night, knowing that something was coming?	Luke Force sensitive when he was very young.
pg.33: See-Threepio, seated in the empty dinging room of the Guest House, switched on the moment Luke crossed the threshold, the glow of eyes springing up like round yellow moons in the dark.	C-3P0 proximity sensor switch-on
pg.37: "I'm told also that in experiments with accelerated learning, at a certain number of multiples of human learning capacity, tremendous breakthroughs can occur."
pg.41: "Asteroid field," he said. "Looks like all sizes. Usual nickel-iron composition."
pg.43: "Can you pick up any antimatter trails?" asked Luke, [snip] "Hyperdust? Any sign of ships coming through here at all?"
pg.59: "Standard Imperial bases house at least three companies. More, in isolated locales such as this! What can they do against five hundred and forty shock troops, with Master Luke injured as badly as he is? Plus tracker droids, interrogators, surveillance equipment, automated traps!" "Power readings weren't high enough for anything like that," "Of course a hidden base would alter its power readings!"
pg.84: When he'd gone back to Tatooine to rescue Han from Jabba the Hutt, he had returned to that ruined farmstead on the edge of the Dune Sea. Nobody had taken up the land. Jawas had looted what was left of the house, probably as soon as the ashes cooled. The rooms around the sunken courtyard had collapsed. The whole place was only a crumbling subsidence, half filled with sand. The markers he'd put on the graves who'd been parents to him had been stolen, too.	Luke buried Owen and Beru before returning to Obi Wan in *ANH*.
pg.86: The dispenser was stocked with huge quantities of gylocal, a horrificially powerful pain-blocker/stimulant that would allow a warrior to go on fighting long after shock would have felled and killed him—Luke turned the black boxes of ampuoles over in his hands and remarked, "They sure expected a fight, didn't they?" He put them back. Gylocal decomposed after about ten years in storage, separating into its original—and highly toxic—components. Even if the stuff had been fresh, Luke wasn't sure what the effect of the drug would be on his ability to wield the Force. Less heroic measures were available in the form of nyex, which made many people—and Luke knew from past experience he was among them—drowsy, and the nonnarcotic painkiller perigen. He planted a perigen patch on his thigh just above the knee and immediately felt the pain lessen. It wouldn't heal the damage...	Med Tech: Range of painkilling drugs that the Eye of Palpatine stocked, all of which were over twenty years old. Of course, Luke's leg had to heal at a normal pace, considering that the bacta tanks of the Eye were out of commission.
pg.106: "Major Calrissian, special services. 229811-B" He gave the serial number of the Millennium Falcon's engine block.
pg.111: Luke recognized it instantly, for the Klaggs had all been wearing helmets and armor from regular navy troopers rather than stormtroopers, bucket-shaped helmets and gray breastplates instead of the familiar white.
pg.112: Threepio could gear his vocoder down to the faintest hum of almost-inaudibility.
pg.123: She smiled beatifically as Leia signaled and another bottle materialized on the stain-repellant lexoplast of the bar.	Tech: Materialization technology?
pg.139: Luke leaned one shoulder against the jamb of the doorway, aware that there was no more need for Threepio to address the Will aloud than there was for the droid to use human speech to communicate with Artoo-Detoo. But Threepio was programmed to interface with civilized life forms, to think like a civilized life form. And one of the marks of nearly every civilization Luke had ever encountered had been chattiness.
pg.139: Threepio turned in his chair—another unnecessary human mannerism, for his audio receptors would have picked up, and identified, Luke's footsteps and breathing eighteen meters down the hall.
pg.139: "According to the Will, concentrations of bodies with internal temperatures of a hundred and five degrees—Gammorean normal—don't exist, either. Or those with temperatures of a hundred and ten, or one-six, or eighty-three, which means there aren't any Jawas, Kitonaks, or Affytechans around."
pg.146: As far as Luke had been able to ascertain, the Affytechans, unlike the Gammoreans, sought to harm no one. Their conciousness, if they had any, was wholly sunk into the dreams of the Imperial Space Service, not divided between dream and reality. "They're firing on us, Captain!" cried a beautiful thing of yellow and blue. "Plasma torpedoes coming in on port deflector shields!"	Weapon Tech: Plasma torpedoes
pg.147-148: Tusken rifles were mostly basement specials, tinkered by illegal manufacturers in Mos Eisley and sold to the Raiders by unscrupulous middlemen. Inaccurate, dirty-firing, but even a near-miss in corridors like these could be fatal.
pg.154: Chewbacca handed him the bundle he'd brought up from the Millennium Falcon's locker—a Scale-3 antigrav generator, and a couple of backpack power cells. Solo set the generator on the well cover and flipped the magnetic catches, only to discover that the cover wasn't durasteel as he'd thought, but some kind of nonferrous metal.
pg.162: Chewbacca fired his bowcaster and the impact knocked the attacker backward into an old mud pit,
pg.176-177: "Oh, the sensory mechanism of a cleaner SP is quite capable of detecting grease molocules in a concentration of less than ten thousand per square centimeter, in an area of a quarter of a square centimeter, at a distance of a hundred meters or more."	Cleaning droid tech specs
pg.195: There was another noise, thin and steady, a half-familiar whining...	Weapon Tech: Overload alarm on a blaster.
pg.196: Han yelled, "Let go of the handle, Chewie!" a split second before the droid put several thousand volts into the metal handle,	R2 generating several thousand volts in an attack.
pg.196: Almost inaudible in the cupboard the blasters' double whine scaled upward, an insectlike warning of an explosion that would certainly destroy most of the house.
pg.198: Han ripped the power cores out of both blasters and hurled the stripped weapons across the room onto the bed, where Leia buried them under pillows. The triggering blast—without the power that would have vaporized everything in the room—was like a violent hiccup, the kick of some huge, fierce, sullen thing under the bedding.
pg.201: It was definitely Artoo: The serial numbers on his main block and motivator housing matched.
pg.202: Though not much of a mechanic—Luke had taught her to break and reassemble a standard X-wing engine in a pinch, and on a good day she could even identify portions of the Falcon's drive system—
pg.204: For a long time she'd tried not to know whether it had been day or evening in the capital of Alderaan when the Death Star had appeared in the sky. Somebody had eventually told her that it had been a warm evening late in the spring.
pg.222: Helmets, plates, dismantled blasters and ion mortars strewed the halls—Luke checked the weapons and found that, one and all, they'd had their power cells pulled.	Weapon Tech: Ion mortars
pg.223: "I can reproduce exactly the language and tonalities of over two hundred thousand sentient civilizations," replied the droid, with perhaps pardonable pride. "Gammorean verbal tones begin a fifty herz and run up to thirteen thousand;"
pg.250: Because of the intensive ion storms, high-altitude scans were out of the question, but a ground-level geothermic trace would have been possible.
pg.265: When he'd lost his hand he'd had a mechanical within hours,	Luke received his bonic hand the same day he lost his real one
pg.266: The droids who occupied themselves with the reconstitution of food, water, and oxygen needed no lights to work.	Tech: Food and water reconstitution
pg.268: He felt the hatch cover give, two levels up, and dimly heard the clang of it striking the floor.	Luke using the Force on a hatch cover he can't see.
pg.271: The Treadwell's case-hardened arms resisted even the cut of a laser. It was made to work in the heart of an antimatter furnace, and though the lightsaber hissed and slashed, the searing violence of the blows reverberated up Luke's arms as if it would shatter the bones.	A droid designed for working in "antimatter furnaces"
pg.290: —the compartment in the wall was built with a segment of the rock that covered it keyed to be literally shifted into another dimension by the power of the Force.
pg.293: Most of those worlds had some kind of [moon] circling them, though they might be no more than bare balls of rock or ice or frozen gas habitable only after prohibitively expensive bioforming.	Tech: "Bioforming"
pg.294: "In any case, for my sins, I had reflected on the tradition, or legend, that the Jedi were unable to affect machinery or droids by means of the "Force." In the light of the nature of subelectronic synapses, I speculated about the possibility of an implanted subelectronic converter, to be surgically inserted in the brain of one who possessed such hereditary ability to concentrate through waves, enabling him or her, with proper training, to influence artificial intelligences of varying complexities at the individual synaptic level."	There have been many instances since this where Jedi have been able to affect droids and machinery with the Force. Obi-Wan used the Force on General Grievous and Anakin's bionic hand in the ROTS novelization.
pg.301: "Nobody's ever seen children or young or whatever—nobody knows whether some of those warriors are females, or even if there are male and female Sand People."	Was Anakin the only human who lived that saw female Sandpeople, and their children? [AOTC]
pg.302: "He noticed they raid pika and deb-deb orchards—those are sweet fruits they grow in some oases—"	Oases on Tatooine
pg.324: "No," said Luke, thinking about the few weeks he'd spent on Dagobah.	Luke trained at least 3 weeks with Yoda in *TESB*
pg.324: "If Ben hadn't taught your father," said Callista softly, "your father probably wouldn't have been strong enough to kill Palpatine...nor would he have been in a position to do so. You couldn't have done it," she added. "Not then, no."
pg.325-326: See-Threepio's hyperacute hearing dissected the tight shrillness of anguish in his voice, and the sensors on his left hand—which the human was clasping, since the corridor was pitch dark—registered both abnormal cold and greater than usual muscular tension, also signs of stress.	C-3P0's abilities
pg.326: Threepio kept his voder circuits turned down to eighteen decibles, well below the hearing threshold of either Gammoreans or Sand People, and adjusted the intensity so that the sound waves would carry exactly the .75 meters that seperated his speaker from Pothman's ear.
pg.366: Closing his eyes, he concentrated on the heat sensors of the fire prevention system of the lounge and the corridors around it. It was the simplest of all Jedi powers—directed against the most basic system in the ship—	Apparently, the legend that 'Jedi were unable to affect machinery or droids by means of the "Force."' on page 294 is disproven by Luke himself 72 pages later!
pg.372-373: "What did you do to your droid?" "I didn't do anything," said Leia quietly. "After his attempt on our lives last night he had to be rewired." "You changed its schematic!" Irek was shocked. "But a droid can't run if you change its schematic!" He looked in horror from his mother to Keldor, as if for confirmation of this fact. "Old Man Magrody said that every droid has a standard schematic, and—" "Professor Magrody," said Leia, "obviously didn't hang around much with spaceport mechanics."