pg.2: Luke was able to use his abilities to muddle the minds of weak individuals, but never before had Han seen his friend manipulate so many minds at once.	Luke manipulating the minds of at least 6 Sandpeople at once.
pg.7: "You haven't slept for two days, Luke."
pg.9: He couldn't believe it was going to work, but he and Luke rode side by side, trotting down the sandy slope.	KJA ineptitude. Apparently, Luke wasn't listening to Obi Wan about Sandpeople riding single file to hide their numbers.
pg.9: Heat-broken boulders rose on either side, and the baked sulfurous sand and mud was like duracrete underfoot as the mounts trotted toward the lower entrance of Jabba's palace.
pg.23: The newly designed automated Mineral Exploiters had a simple mission: sophisticated sensors directed the behemoths to hunt down the highest and purest concentrations of metals out in the asteroid belt and to dismantle the rocks and exploit the treasure.	Hoth asteroid belt contains asteroids rich in metals, enough at least to build Darksaber.
pg.30-31: Lemelisk bent his arms and looked at his hands, blinking in astonishment. Hearing a small buzz and clatter, he glanced over to find the wire-mesh cage still filled with buzzing, clacking piranha beetles that scampered up and down the walls, snapping their mandibles. Spattered patterns of fresh blood made arcs along the walls of the cage. Inside, he saw a carcass that had been stripped down to gnawed bones and shreds of clothing--the clothing he himself had worn only moments ago. "You'll grow accustomed to your clone in a moment," the Emperor said, rubbing his knobby fingers over a strange ancient-looking artifact. "I trust that all your memories have been transferred properly? It is an uncertain skill at best, and the Jedi I stole the technique from was reluctant to give me thorough instruction. But it seems to work."
pg.47: "Ulic was not deprived of anything," Tionne continued, "in a manner of speaking, he was blindfolded to the Force. Ulic no longer had access to it."
pg.55: True night was impossible in the Core systems. Stars clustered so closely together that even the blackest regions of space were a symphony of stellar flares and hot ionized gas clumped in regions once thought uninhabitable. In a navigational hell like this, remnants of the Empire hid among uncharted systems where they could wait and recover—and war upon each other.
pg.56: The stormtroopers formed a tight and comforting honor guard around Daala as she strode down the fused corridors into the bedrock. Supreme Warlork Harrsk had estabished his stronghold on a rocky planet that orbited close to a red giant star. Its surface crust remained soft and cracked, seeping lava like an oozing wound. In orbit giant solar smelters provided energy and processed raw material to construct Harrsk's personal fleet of Imperial-class Star Destroyers. Daala thought of the unexploited military strength in the safe shadow of Harrsk's planet, where ripping rays from the red giant could not damage the ships' systems. They had scrapped the Gorgon, taking away the few useable components to rebuild other ships.
pg.57: Around her now, the air smelled warm and steamy with a sulfurous edge that leaked through the vitrified tunnels.
pg.57-58: Harrsk could have repaired his skin with existing medical techniques, but had chosen not to, keeping the hideous scars as a badge of honor—and no doubt, Daala thought, a means of intimidation.
pg.58: Daala noted that he had holocams mounted on the hellish planetary surface, as well as remotes in orbit and more distant spy satellites on the fringes of the system.
pg.59: One of the distant spy cams mounted high above the ecliptic had detected searing lights, trains of afterburners streaking through space so fast that the sensors could not focus.
pg.60: The in-system holocams trained on the giant sun showed more trails arrowing in. When the images finally focused, Daala caught her breath as she recognized the fleeting forms of seventy-three Victory-class Star Destroyers, smaller warships each about half the size of an Imperial Star Destroyer. Running lights flashed on, powering up on the bone-white Star Destroyers eclipsed by Harrsk's planet.
pg.61: Then Daala realized with horror that the Shockwave itself was the primary target for the combined assault of a hundred Victory-class Star Destroyers. They converged like metal filings drawn to a magnet, firing and firing. "He's trying to destroy my flagship!" Harrsk said, balling his fists and standing next to his floating chair. "He wants to humiliate me. I told you."
pg.61: "Cease fire," Kratas ordered his bridge crew. "Route all power to our shields. We've got to withstand this salvo."	Star Destroyer commander rerouting power to shields
pg.00: The Victory-class destroyers came on without pausing. The other Star Destroyers in Harrsk's fleet shot at them, taking a minor toll, but the crimson warships were suicidal, seeming not even to notice the loss of their comrades. The Victory-class ships formed a blanket of turbolaser fire, stabbing again and again, pummeling the shields of the Shockwave. "We can't hold out much longer," Kratas said, his voice harsh with strain. "Shields failing." He turned to look out of the screen again. His dark eyes, wide with realization, seemed to be staring directly out at Daala. "Admiral, I—" Then the screen turned to a fuzz of gray static. One of the spycam images showed the Shockwave cracking apart as geysers of molten white fire shot from breaches in the hull. The engine compartment spewed unleashed energy in all directions. The hull integrity could not hold. The Victory-class Star Destroyers kept firing until finally the Shockwave was no more than a glowing cloud of debris and an agonizing memory for Admiral Daala. Achieving their target, the surviving Victory ships—sixty-two of them according to the tally on the data screens—reversed course and streaked toward hyperspace,	One fully shielded Imperial Star Destroyer took on the combined firepower of at least 65 Victory-class Star Destroyers for at least 3 minutes!
pg.63: As the forces of Supreme Warlord Harrsk reeled from the attack, Admiral Daala found herself on the command bridge of the Imperial Star Destroyer Firestorm. Daala stood rigid on the bridge, staring out at the red giant star. Thick filters had been placed across the viewports so she could watch the blazing ocean of hot gas without blinking.
pg.65: She gave orders to the navigator, and the Firestorm edged to the front line of battleships. The three damaged Star Destroyers remained in eclipse, huddled in the shadow of Harrsk's hot world.
pg.67: "I am siphoning off all power from the turbolaser batteries," she said, "and concentrating our entire first strike on the ion cannon." The Firestorm's weapon belched out a disruptive blast that washed over the bridge tower of Warlord Harrsk's Star Destroyer Whirlwind. Lightning bolts traved a thousand wicked fingers across the hull, shutting down his command systems, his computers, his weapons.	Power rerouted from tubolasers to ion cannon weapon systems
pg.67: "Drop back. We will parallel the Whirlwind. Harrsk's ship is dead in space, so increase our shields to protect him in case any of Teradoc's ships come after us."	A Star Destroyer can envelop another Star Destroyer with its shields
pg.68: "Our shields are on full, Admiral," one member of the bridge crew said, voice trembling. "We have covered both ourselves and the Whirlwind, but the shields are diffuse. We cannot withstand a full-fledged attack if the Victory-class ships—or our own—decide to take us out."
pg.69: She punched up the command systems for the Firestorm, keying in her access code, glad that she had forced Harrsk to give her full computer privileges before agreeing to run the attack on Teradoc's fortress. "I have just initiated the self-destruct countdown on the Star Destroyer Firestorm." "Self-destruct will take place in fifteen standard minuters—"	A Star Destroyer commander needs an access code to initiate the self-destruct
pg.80: Though Luke couldn't read anything from her with his Jedi senses, he saw her obvious eagerness mixed with reluctance.
pg.82: See-Threepio and Artoo-Detoo passed through nine security checkpoints as the turbolift descended deep into Coruscant's crust. "We're obviously droids," Threepio muttered, "I simply don't understand why they need to put us through such indignities to get down here. Virus scanning indeed!" Finally the doors hissed open, and they stepped into the sterile chambers of pulsating mainframe computers in the Imperial Information Center.
pg.87: The lines bent and buckled, curling around Palpatine's clawed fingers. Lemelisk had never seen a hologram react that way before, as if the image itself were trying to cringe from the Emperor's touch. "The Death Star will have planetary shielding, surface-to-air turbolasers, 360 degree sensor capability, powerful multidirectional tractor beams, and heavy ion cannons."
pg.88: "The Death Star is equipped with enormous engines for propulsion in normal space as well as hyperspace." "The superlaser is powerful enough to crack entire worlds. One blast can turn a planet into a cloud of rubble." "It may be enormously expensive to build," Tarkin continued, "but this single Death Star alone will be worth a thousand Star Destroyers."
pg.91: Completely broken, Ackbar meekly followed Tarkin's every order. He guided the Lambda-class shuttle with wooden talent, chauffeuring them with as little enthusiasm as possible. Lemelisk noted that, though the alien reacted little, Ackbar seemed to hang on every word Tarkin said, as if storing information for whatever possible use a slave might make of it. The Death Star construction hung in orbit around the penal world of Despayre in the Horuz system.
pg.92: When the Death Star was complete, the world of Despayre would be shrouded in an upper-orbital blanket of industrial debris as a side effect of the work.
pg.97: Fencing with Callista challenged Luke as well, because in any other foe, he could use the Force to sense emotional states, to detect subtle changes that foreshadowed impending moves, unexpected attacks, vicious tricks. But Callista was a disconcerting blank to him, an empty spot—which made her a worthy opponent.	Much like the Vong in the future, Luke can't perceive Callista in the Force
pg.111: "Yes, the computer database holds genetic blueprints of all the major family lines. When it is time to produce the next offspring, we call up the DNA strings and produce another copy of the preferred stock."	Cloning facility on Khomm.
pg.113: Daala dropped the Firestorm's shields just enough to let Vice Admiral Pellaeon's shuttle approach her Star Destroyer.	Shield control on a Star Destroyer can open a window small enough for a shuttle to pass through only
pg.114: "Is our log pod prepared for jettison?"	Tech: Star Destroyers have "log pods" which are jettisoned when the ship is facing destruction
pg.115: "I believe Teradoc will be reluctant to open fire. But if I'm wrong..." She glanced down at the chronometer. "According to my estimate, the Whirlwind has had suficient time to complete repairs. In fact, Harrsk has already had an additional six minutes."	It takes a minimum of at least 21 minutes for a Star Destroyer to recover from a powerful ion cannon blast
pg.116: Three Star Destroyers, one large and two small, hung in a wasteland of space. The nearest star glowed dimly twelve parsecs distant.
pg.116: Pellaeon sat across from Daala in her private ready-room adjoining the bridge.	Star Destroyers have ready-rooms for the captain's use
pg.120-121: Tsoss Beacon transmitted its blind signal into the fiery soup of stars and gases near the heart of the deep core. The automated station had been constructed by droids and suicide crews on a planetoid scoured clean by an endless wash of radioactive storms and solar flares that swept the region. When the worker droids completed the groundwork and installed high-efficiency radiation-shield generators, Daala brought the Firestorm into the ravening system, where hot gas swirled around them and shockwaves from stellar storms scrambled her sensors.
pg.126: She activated the mask with a fingertip, and it sealed itself to her face, grafting its edges to her skin cells.	Tech: self-sealing gas mask
pg.132: Daala squinted out the viewport, and suddenly she saw a whirlwind of tiny lights appear, marking deck after deck on a breathtakingly huge ship. The immense wedge shaped shadow was a single vessel, larger than anything she had ever seen before. "I can't believe it," Pellaeon said beside her. "Only the Executor was this big—and that one ship practically bankrupted the Empire." "What is it?" Daala asked. Cronus smiled, his expressive face showing his obvious enjoyment at her reaction—but it was Pellaeon who answered. "It's a Super Star Destroyer," he said. Cronus nodded eagerly. "Worth twenty Imperial Star Destroyers," he said, his eyes flashing with pride. "It is eight kilometers long, can carry a crew of up to a hundred thousand—and is plated with stealth armor. That's why it appeared as only a black shadow as we approached. Though gigantic, it is virtually invisible to enemy forces." He lowered his voice as if imparting a precious secret. "We named it the Night Hammer."	More KJA blundering. It is beyond idiocy to state that one ship even the size of the Executor would "bankrupt the Empire". Also, the Empire constructed The Tarkin soon after the Executor, and the Death Star 2 as well, and the Empire didn't spiral into a Depression. Also, the incorrect size of an Executor-class Star Dreadnought is repeated here.
pg.142: "All weapons low power. Just enough for them to detect all the hits we score." Then the Galactic Voyager came through, its low-power weapons blazing.	Escort frigate Yavaris in wargames with the Mon Calamari cruiser
pg.157-158: This moth was a perfect replica of a common insect, crafted by Mechis III's finest droid specialists.The moth machine had limited computer memory—but it knew to follow commands, and it knew its own mission. The moth stayed on the hull for only a moment, paused to deposit its precious egg—a microscopic droplet—then it beat its wings and rose into the increasing downpour. The moth's mission had been sucessful, and now Madine would be able to track Durga's movements, wherever the Hutt went.
pg.164: And as she released her anger, Luke felt a glimmer, dark ripples that came from Callista. He caught a glimpse of her image in the Force, like the flickering afterglow of things seen under a strobelight.
pg.00: The convicts from the penal planet Despayre had proved totally inadequate for the rigors of constructing the first Death Star. They were untrained, physically challenged, mentally unstable—a lousy workforce in every sense. Finally, after their repeated and costly mistakes Lemelisk expressed his disgust and displeasure to Grand Moff Tarkin, who took appropriate action. After Tarkin had finished executing the entire workcrew, Lemelisk and six hundred stormtroopers accompanied him to on a "recruitment drive" to the planet Kashyyyk. It turned his stomach to think that this world's inhabitants had done so little to improve their environment: no developments, no civilization, just primitive tree dwellings.	Imperial view of what constitutes an appropriate civilization
pg.170: On the trip back and during the interminable days of indoctrination, the Wookiees' resistance was further broken with sonic negative-stimulation transmitters, drugs in their food, and threats against the hostages Tarkin had abandoned on Kashyyyk.
pg.176: As the blaster cannon fired a third time, Luke drew his lightsaber and deflected the beam with blinding speed, countering the bolt with the energy blade.
pg.186: The two unfortunate foremen gasped and choked, clawing as if an invisible, iron-hard fist had wrapped itself around their windpipes. They kicked and thrashed, spasming, choking. Drool ran from thier mouths—then came a crunching sound, and the spittle ran a thick red. Their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets like spoiled fruit. Then Vader lowered his arm, and the two dead bosses crumpled across the table.
pg.193: Lemelisk answered cautiously. "They can be made to work. I don't know what Sulamar told you, but these are bottom-of-the-line junk. I believe they can be sufficiently upgraded, though. I'll give it my highest priority."	Computer cores for the Darksaber.
pg.196: The New Republic war-gaming fleet showed up conspicuously on the sensors: large battleships engaged in mock attacks, shooting low-powered turbolasers at fake targets. Chewbacca watched the blips on the screen.	Millennium Falcon sensors detecting the strength of the turbolasers used.
pg.201: Madine wandered across the auxiliary command chamber. There were no windows to stare through, only status screens. The secondary bridge was designed to function as an alternare bridge if the Star Cruiser's main forward compartments were somehow put out of commision.
pg.207-208: A loud clang reverberated against the thick door. The wampas had picked up a rock chunk...but they could batter uselessly for years without breaking through the durasteel.
pg.218: The ready-room had its own sleeping quarters, food processing stations, even access to command-level escape pods should disaster befall the warship. Though it was immense, the Night Hammer functioned with a relatively small crew, relying on massively redundant automated command systems.
pg.219: "We now have one hundred twelve fully functional Victory-class Star Destroyers." "We also have forty-five Imperial Star Destroyers—and of course we have the Night Hammer."	Daala's fleet
pg.220: "You will take a fleet of Imperial Star Destroyers directly to begin the obliteration of the small jungle moon."
pg.224: "Our fleet will strike their training center and destroy it before the Rebels even know we are on the march."
pg.234: They plunged headlong into the broken asteroid field at the fringes of the Hoth system with only minimal shields and and virtually no control over their course.
pg.235: "I can go deep into a Jedi trance and slow down my metabolism, put myself practically in suspended animation."	Luke's Jedi ability
pg.241: Her Force abilities had been sharpened through Luke's training, and though she couldn't give Han any direct coordinates for his navicomputer, she could take him in the right general direction; as they approached closer, she narrowed down Luke's location. With the Falcon's tractor beam, they took the ruined yacht in tow—
pg.244: As Lemelisk watched the continually shifting chaos of the asteroid belt—random patterns of motion from the drifting rocks tugged by their own minimal gravities into complex fifth-order permutations—
pg.246: Ackbar was supposedly intelligent, according to Tarkin, and Lemelisk knew that the Grand Moff spent merciless time showing Ackbar the tactics he would use to defeat the Rebels, the secret plans, the tricks and feints designed to evoke despair from those who resisted Imperial rule.
pg.247: Together Tarkin and Lemelisk dived into the small escape pod intended for the comfort of only one person.	Lambda-class shuttles have escape pods
pg.248: A group of commandos had suceeded in stealing a copied set of the full Death Star blueprints, the technical readouts that specified every system, each component, and all the weaponry capabilities of the great battlestation,
pg.252: Madine muttered to Trandia, "Maybe we don't need to sabotage the weapon after all. This whole thing is a disaster waiting to happen."	Madine's thoughts on the Darksaber
pg.258: The deaths remained in Lemelisk's mind, ever-present shadowy nightmares—seven executions in all.	Lemelisk was cloned seven times and retained all mental faculties
pg.259: He was satisfied and confident—he had triggered the transmitter implanted in his palm. Even now the high-powered, specific-frequency message would be beaming scross space, summoning assistance. The coded signal would be transmitted instantly through a security channel in the Galactic Holonet directly to Ackbar's fleet.	Tech: Subcutaneous transmitter in Madine's palm
pg.265: Daala ran a fingertip across her lips. "Is it inhabited?" "Yes," Cronus said, "though unremarkable."	Imperial opinion of Khomm and their vast cloning facilities
pg.266: "You will take your fleet of Imperial Star Destroyers directly to Yavin 4 and proceed with its complete destruction. I will follow in the Night Hammer with sufficient force to occupy the Rebel base permanantly"	Daala both orders Yavin 4 completely destroyed...and then wants to occupy the existing rebel base!
pg.267: TIE bombers roared overhead at a pitch that struck terror in the cloned pedestrians. The ships dropped proton explosives that flattened entire blocks at a time.
pg.268: The devastation of his entire world, the wreck of the cloning facilities—how were they to proceed now? Colonel Cronus watched the remaining fighters return to their ships. The burning world of Khomm lay beneath him like a festering sore. He glanced impatiently at the time record and damage assesment for his fleet. Two fighters lost. Judging from Khomm's lack of defenses, Cronus assumed that the two downed TIE ships had been destroyed through accident, malfunction, or inadvertent friendly fire. He shook his head at the appaling weakness of the clone world.
pg.272: Crix Madine's silent distress signal came in at emergency priority, tunneling through space, its specific frequency targeting the New Republic fleet. Signals went off at the communications console, which triggered automatic Red Alerts throughout the Yavaris.	Madine's subcutaneous transmitter reached the New Republic fleet at Nar Shaddaa from the Hoth asteroid belt
pg.275: The seventeen Star Destroyers under the command of Vice Admiral Pellaeon sliced out of hyperspace in a well-ordered fleet.
pg.276: "Any sign of defenses?" he asked. The jungle moon seemed too quiet, too vulnerable. He was astounded that such an important site to the Rebellion would have no apparent defenses whatsoever. "None detected, Vice Admiral," the tactical chief said dubiously. Apparently, the man felt the same concerns. "All right," Pellaeon said, moving to the next phase. "Deploy the jamming net. We need to get in place and be operational before the Jedi sorcerers can send a detailed signal to their military." The seventeen Star Destroyers shot out clusters of small satellite transmitters that jockeyed into position around the green moon, forming an interlinked electromagnetic web that disrupted any message the Jedi trainees might send. The jamming satellites took only moments to lock themselves into position, transmitting an all-clear signal back to the Firestorm. "Strike teams prepare," he said. "We launch in five minutes. All Terrain Scout Transports and jungle assault vehicles will be the first wave. TIE fighters will provide air cover."
pg.277: After today, when Daala departed in triumph, the jungle moon of Yavin 4 must be no more than a cinder. Every last Jedi student had to be killed, their bodies strewn about the burning jungle as an unmistakable message to those who would still dare resist the Empire.
pg.279-280: "The Star Destroyers could be here any moment." "No," Streen said, skaking his frizzy gray head and blinking red rimmed eyes as he gazed up into the pale blue sky. "no. They're already here." As the old hermit said this, Dorsk 81 also felt a brooding oppressiveness far overhead, like a stain of starless darkness across the canvas of space.	Jedi students sensing Pellaeon's fleet in orbit
pg.280: With a forceful motion she pushed Streen toward two mammoth blocks of stone that had toppled from the front of the ancient temple. The TIE fighters swooped overhead as the Jedi trainees scrambled for shelter. Laser cannons shot from the Imperial ships, setting tall trees alight and blasting rubble from the old temple.	Note that TIE fighters have set fires to the tall trees, not the Knight Hammer, which isn't at the planet yet
pg.281: The warrior woman Kirana Ti stood out in the open near the piles of rubble the Jedi trainees had so meticulously removed from the ruins. The TIE fighters saw her and fired. Ignoring her own danger, she gestured with her hand and, using the Force as a sling, she snatched one of the squarish boulder cut by Massassi slaves thousands of years before—and hurled it with all her Jedi strength. The stone flew through the air and smashed one of the TIE fighter's flat power arrays. It careened to one side, and the pilot could not regin control. The ship exploded in the trees on the far side of the temple. The second wave of four TIE fighters came imediately after. Streen, however, did not pick up rocks or other weapons with the Force. He used the air itself, moving molocules in the atmosphere to summon storm currents and scramble the air attack line with a wall of wind that achieved hurricane strength. The gusting currents buffeted the TIE fighters right and left, forcing the pilots to concentrate on simply flying and not allowing them to fire a single shot. Streen looked up into the sky, his eyes wide and bloodshot, his hair wafting around his head. He held his trembling fingers outstretched and then brought his hands together symbolically, slamming his hands of wind so that the heavy crosscurrents smashed the four TIE fighters together. They crashed into a single knot of molten wreckage that tumbled out of the air.
pg.281-282: The first TIE bomber cruised over the temple and let three concussion missiles fall out of its bombing bay—but Kyp reached out, staring at the ship, and holding his palm flat and upright. He pushed upward with the Force, visualizing the three dropped concussion missiles, and nudged the explosives back up into the bomber's bay...where they detonated.
pg.282: As they reached the giant pyramid that had once been fortified as a rebel base,Dorsk 81 saw that the trainees' desperate defence at the crumbling temple had served a secondary puropse he had not expected—a diversion, a decoy for the Imperial forces who now thought the Temple of the Blueleaf Cluster was the Jedi stronghold. The TIE fighters and bombers concentrated their forces there.
pg.283: Dorsk 81 froze for just an instant. He saw what was going to happen—but he couldn't allow it. In an instinctive gesture, he released the Force; he did not restrain himself, did not channel or direct the flow, merely releasing his fear and his wish to get the scout walker away from his friend. A wall of invisible force slammed into the AT-ST, flattening its cockpit and crushing the walker backward into a tree. Kyp whirled to gawk at the smashed scout walker. Everything had happened in only a second.
pg.285: "At first many of us didn't believe we could lift a pebble or a leaf. A little while ago we hurled giant boulders at ships flying high above our heads. Streen just knocked four TIE fighters together with nothing more than wind. All this was without planning, without preparation, and without help." "These temples were built long ago by the Massassi. We have learned," he nodded to Tionne, "that their original purpose was to serve as a focus for the energies that the Dark Lords of the Sith manipulated. We can use these temples for a similar purpose--but to serve the light side, to protect ourselves." "I will go to the top of this temple and be the focal point for all of your energies. We will join together, some thirty of us bound by the Force."
pg.286: Tall fires in the jungles surrounding the temple complex crackled and rose into the sky.	Again note; tall fires in the trees still burning—before Daala and Knight Hammer arrive on the scene
pg.288: The inside of his head went bright like a star going supernova behind his skull, and his conciousness rode along with the tidal wave of Force. He felt it strike the seventeen Star Destroyers, and they slammed backward like twigs in a typhoon. The shockwave flung the entire fleet far out, cast them helplessly beyond the fringes of the Yavin System, their computers fried, their propulsion systems wrecked, still accelerating from the storm of the Force.	Thirty padawans created a Force storm that pushed Pellaeon's fleet out of the Yavin system
pg.290: Daala's troops were on full alert, and her weapons systems had been powered to maximum levels. By the time she reached the system, the had expected to find Pellaeon virtually finished with his attack, so she could enjoy the final destruction of the Jedi Knights.
pg.291: "Scanning the area, Admiral," the sensor chief said. "No sign of Star Destroyers in the Yavin system." "The jammer satellite net is in place. The Jedi Knights have not sent any signals, as far as we can tell, and I do detect some ground activity. Heavy weapons fire in the jungles. Ground assault troops have been deployed—but the Star Destroyers are no longer here." "There's no sign, sir. I've run a sweep all the way to the outer planets and I find no ships. No wreckage either."
pg.292: "We strike from orbit.All turbolaser batteries, full strength. Fire at will, targeting any structures in the jungle." Even from her place in the Knight Hammer, high above Yavin 4,she could already see the forests starting to burn.	The forests were already burning before Daala arrived, thanks to the TIE fighters. However, even targeting structures from orbit, as per Daala's orders, the vegetation around those structutres would of course be set aflame as well.
pg.295: As they passed through an exploding fuel-supply station and a hazardous forest of loose, drifting girders, Cronus ordered his Star Destroyers to deploy their timed seeker-detonators with chaff and debris clouds. The small, powerful mines would seek out innocuous-looking targets, where they would be triggered later—a surprise for the Rebels to find during cleanup operations.
pg.299: "Are we still at maximum speed?" Wedge called to the helmsman. "Best we can manage, sir," the young officer responded. "Hazardous conditions up ahead, though—General Madine's signal is leading us directly into the Hoth Asteroid Belt." Accompanied by the Assault Frigate Dodonna from his arm of the fleet, Wedge rode the Yavaris into the asteroid belt. "Shields on full," he said. "Agreed, sir," the helmsman answered. "But I'm reluctant to proceed at high speed into such a navigational hazard." "Just stay on your toes, Lieutenant," Wedge said. "And keep moving with all possible haste."
pg.300: "Mendicat was a scrap mining and recycling station." Madine glared toward Sulamar. "Because of his error in programming the orbital computers, the station went off course and fell into the sun."
pg.301: But he only saw the rocky ruins of a planet that had broken apart millenia ago.	Hoth Asteroid Belt description from Darksaber's position
pg.301: Madine was thrown backward into the metal wall as the killing beam burned through to his heart.	Death of Crix Madine. Blaster kinetic energy
pg.305: Chewbacca flicked the comm system and groaned. Han looked over at the panels. "She's doing what? That takes a lot of power." Threepio said, "I believe Admiral Daala is successfully jamming all distress signals."
pg.00: Han toggled the communication system. "Daala you are such a pain," he said, then snapped it off, dodging another burst of turbolaser bolts by flying in a figure eight past the Star Destroyer's targeting locks.	Worst. Han Solo. Characterization. Ever. KJA is the only author to successfully make the macho character of Han Solo sound like Richard Simmons
pg.307: The TIE fighter tried to veer away—but the sensor on the tip of the concussion missile homed in on the flat panel and detonated, sending Imperial wreckage tumbling out of the sky.
pg.307-308: Forest fires raged nearby; even the great Massassi temple appeared changed, blackened from air strikes, but it seemed structurally intact.	Even though they were targeted explicitly by Knight Hammer, the Massassi Temples were not damaged or destroyed. This was foretold in the ANH novelization, where it was stated that no weapon known short of the Death Star could destroy them
pg.308: With a clanking sound and a crashing of trees, another Imperial scout walker emerged into the clearing, its blaster cannons leveled at the gathered Jedi, but before it could fire a shot, a fiery bolt roared out from one of the Falcon's gunwales, blowing up the scout walker. Its trapezoidal metal head smoldered from the gaping crater where the pilot had sat. A moment later, a flustered See-Threepio scrambled out onto the boarding ramp. "I did it! Oh dear, did you see that? I said I would guard the ship. Oh my, I shot an Imperial walker! I'm sure I had no intention—"	Threepio kills!
pg.310: "The Imperials didn't expect much resistance from a handful of trainees, so they're not organized."
pg.313: The scout walker fired several times, blackening parts of the temple rock.
pg.313: As the scout walker stepped under the heavy upraised door, though, Artoo-Detoo, hiding in the shadows, chittered and came forward to activate the release controls. The heavy armored slab, thick enough to seal off the temple from heavy blaster fire, came crashing down. Propelled by hydraulic pistons, the door squashed the scout walker in an instant, hammering it into the stone floor. Fuel tanks erupted, coolants spilled, and smoke poured into the air. The body casing of the AT-ST lay unrecognizable, like hammered-flat pieces of scrap metal.	Artoo kills!!
pg.318: He and Tionne tugged on the dead tree with the Force, snapping the coiled vines and heaving the massive trunk down like an axe blade, many tons of solid wood slamming the Flying Fortress down into the deadfall, crushing it into an unrecognizable mass of smoldering armor plate.
pg.318-319: Too often he had encountered gaffes such as the ancient and incompatable computer cores, the below-par materials. Too many miscommunications. Too many malfunctions.	Lemelisk's thoughts on the Darksaber
pg.322: One of the Corellian Corvettes was struck broadside by a large spinning meteoroid and fell behind in the pursuit. The captain transmitted to Wedge that his engines had been severely damaged, but that containment fields and bulkhead doors had trapped the escasping air from small hull breaches.
pg.325: With a single strike, the Super Star Destroyer obliterated an acre of ages-old growth. One lucky shot could level the Great Temple.	A statement that contradicts the canon ANH novelization. Also, on page 292, Daala ordered all structures targeted!
pg.326: Deactivating the lightsaber, she didn't slow as she kicked his steaming body away from the repaired TIE bomber.
pg.327: She sealed the hatch overhead. The cockpit was cramped and smelled of old lubricants and stale flightsuits. The pilot would normally be wearing a breathmask and helmet, so he wouldn't notice the recirculated air. Callista didn't care.	Yeah, she REALLY didn't care, since she flew this TIE bomber back up to thr Knight Hammer—with NO life support!!! What kind of crack is KJA on when he writes these books?
pg.328: Callista guided her stolen ship inside and was immensely pleased to see that she had reached a hangar that held an entire squadron of TIE bombers. As she landed, she found herself inside a vast unoccupied chamber filled with row upon row of TIE bombers each fully loaded with a compliment of concussion missiles. Callista's lips curved in a hard smile. She couldn't have hoped for better than this.
pg.331: "That's Daala," Han said, shaking his head in disgust. "She doesn't even know what she's firing at."
pg.332: Within seconds the Knight Hammer had stopped blasting the jungle moon below and targeted the Falcon instead.
pg.332: Daala's TIE fighters closed in, firing repeatedly. The Falcon rocked and lurched from endless blows hammering its shields. Han uneasily looked at the power levels, and though the Falcon fled at top speed, their shields were drastically weakening—and the TIE fighters kept coming. "Sir", Threepio said, "by my estimate there are two hundred and eighteen TIE fighters after us, each firing with two laser cannons. That provides an anticipated shot number totaling—" "I don't want to know, Threepio. We're doing our best."
pg.333: The Calamarian Star Cruiser stabbed through the clustered TIE fighters, wiping out half of them in its first pass.
pg.334: Colonel Cronus returned to Yavin 4 with twenty of his crimson Star Destroyers.
pg.337: Pellaeon had been thrown over the bridge railing to sprawl on his back atop a command station, extremely lucky that he hadn't snapped his spine.
pg.338: "Stabilizing, sir," the navigator said. The stars outside the viewports of the Firestorm's bridge tower spun around like a whirlpool. Pellaeon, already disoriented, found the effect nauseating, but gradually the Star Destroyer regained its firm position. He clutched the bridge rail for support. Ahead of him the brightest star was a brilliant yellow dot, far away. He had the sinking premonition that this distant star might be the sun of the Yavin system. "Sir," the navigator said, "I've managed to cross-check our position. We've been thrown far outside the solar system in a matter of seconds." "Our hyperdrive is also damaged," the helmsman added, "We can effect repairs in a few hours, but we can't make any jumps—especially not in-system—because the navicomputer has been wiped." "For now, proceed back to the Yavin system at full sublight power." "But sir, that'll take weeks!" the helmsman said. Pellaeon looked at him, cold and calm. "in the meantime," he said, "we'll calculate microjumps—by hand if necessary, even without the navicomputer. We must get back to Yavin 4!"
pg.341-342: Rushing back to the wall, she studied the simple schematic of the Knight Hammer. It wasn't very detailed, designed mainly to aid new recruits lost aboard so vast a vessel—but Callista recognized that her greatest hopes had been fulfilled. The TIE bomber bays were far to the rear of the Knight Hammer, separated by thick bulkheads from the immense engine and propulsion systems. Callista fixed her gray eyes on the armored wall at the far end of the bay and pointed the leftover missiles from the TIE bomber directly toward it. She set their timers for automatic launch. It should be enough for a breach. And that would be just the beginning. Then she raced to the next TIE bomber and opened up its launcher, fiddling with the full rack of concussion missiles. Callista raced from bomber to bomber setting each store of missiles on target, diverting a few to strike the fuel tanks of the other bombers in the bay so that the explosion would be perpetuated, a chain reaction, building and building. The Knight Hammer would fall.
pg.343: Missile after missile shot into the armored retaining wall behind the Knight Hammer's powerful bank of engines. As the first wave of explosions breached the containment wall, other timers went off and more missiles flew, erupting through the blast craters and streaking sideways to detonate the fuel tanks of other TIE bombers...which in turn blew up in an increasing concussion front that doubled and redoubled its destructive power. Eight kilometers long and heaviliy armored, the Knight Hammer was far too immense to be destroyed by even such a spectacular explosion—but Callista's intent had been to rip out the core of the engines, to hobble the Super Star Destroyer and leave it hanging dead in space.
pg.344-345: "Admiral, good news from the sensor station!" She allowed a smile, reveling in the continued satisfaction. "I'm always willing to accept good news. What is it, Lieutenant?" The lieutenant beamed."We've located Vice Admiral Pellaeon's fleet." She whirled, suddenly focusing her attention. "Where?" "They're on the edge of the Yavin system, Admiral, making their way here as fast as they can. We've established communication." "What happened to them?" she said. "Did they suffer engine problems? All at once?" The lieutenant shook his head. "No, Admiral—it is very strange." He looked away as if embarassed. "The Jedi Knights physically hurled them out of the system with their sorcery. The vice admiral is unable to increase his speed, and it may be days before they can reach the battle."	Ok, I'm not a professional writer, and KJA is, but...if communications were established, the Knight Hammer could have sent Pellaeon's fleet the proper nav calcs to get to Y4 immediately!!!
pg.345: At that moment, the rear portion of the Super Star Destroyer exploded, tearing out all the Knight Hammer's engine systems. It took seconds for the shockwave to travel through the kilometers of armored metal and sealed bulkheads. The bridge tower shuddered with the blow. Power went out, leaving the command station bathed in red emergency lights. Daala was thrown to the floor. "What was that?" she shouted. "Status report. I want power back on—now!" "Admiral, there have been numerous massive explosions in the engine compartments! Source—rear TIE bomber bays 14 and 17. The inner engine walls have been breached, and all our propulsion chambers are wrecked. We're on fire. The rearmost third of the Knight Hammer has been sealed off by automatic emergency systems. Life support...has failed." He paused, taking a deep breath, but he had not finished his litany. "Outer hull breaches reported in decks 293, 181, and 75. Massive loss of containment. Toxic and radioactive wastes pouring into the habitable decks. Our rear bomber bays are all ruined." She whirled, shouting to anyone on the bridge. "How long until repairs? When can we get our engines up and running again?" One of the enginers gaped at her, appalled. Blood dripped down his cheek from a small cut near his temple. "Admiral, you don't understand! Our engines are gone. It will take months to refit. We have no hope of repair. None. Everything is on fire." "We have no propulsion?" Daala asked. "None whatsoever. We're drifting out of control, and there's nothing we can do about it. Nothing!"
pg.347: "We can't navigate? We can't move?" she shouted, and then turned slowly to her viewscreen as the immense gas giant filled their full view, growing larger every second. "We're heading directly into the planet, Admiral—a straight nosedive. Unless we get full power back soon, there is no way in the universe we can save this ship."
pg.348: Because the Knight Hammer was exceedingly automated, it carried a relatively small crew. They could all fit in the hundreds and hundreds of escape pods if they moved.
pg.349: Daala went to the wall by the command station, where she gained access to her spacious ready-room and its private compartments that held escape pods keyed to command-level personnel only.
pg.351: She raised the lightsaber to deflect the stun blast, but the paralyzing energy rippled around her from all sides and hammered Callista to the floor. Her lightsaber short-circuited, flashed out—and Callista crumpled into blackness...
pg.355: His gaze snapped over and fixed on the black silhouette of the doomed Super Star Destroyer. It was in flames, plunging into the gas giant. A few straggler life pods sprayed out in all directions as the crew evacuated—and Luke knew with a clawing dread that Callista somehow had gone up there.
pg.359: Wedge had never seen Qwi exhibit such anger and agitation before. He realized that the sight of her former engineering partner must be gurgling up old memories that had been sealed away during her forced amnesia.
pg.361: Seventeen Imperial Star Destroyers hovered near the edge of the Yavin system, ordered not to go deeper inside or to engage the overwhelming Rebel forces that had converged to defend the Jedi academy, battleship after battleship. "We've detected one more escape pod, Vice Admiral," the sensor chief said. "This one's slightly different, sir," the sensor chief said. "It's broadcasting a command frequency. It's been out there for quite a while."
pg.362: He felt a surge of hope upon seeing it, another module launched from the Knight Hammer, this one with heavier armor and no external identification. A command-level pod, obviously.
pg.370: "Daala's command-level escape pods had extra propulsion systems."