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  “What sort of debris?” his father demanded. “Ice? Rock? Iron-nickel?”

  Ben thumbed the SELECT bubble active and slid it over to one of the designators: OBJECT B8. An instant later a density analysis offered a 71 percent probability that OBJECT B8 was a medium transport of unknown make and model.

  But Ben did not immediately relay the information to his father. As the Shadow’s nose returned to its original plane, an enormous, gray-white dome was slowly coming into view. Dropping down from above and upside down relative to the ship, the dome hung at the base of a large, spinning cylinder ringed by a dozen small, attached tubes. Floating between the cylinder and the Shadow were nearly twenty dark flecks with the smooth lines and sharp corners suggestive of spacecraft, all drifting aimlessly and as cold as asteroids.

  “Ben, you’re worrying me,” his father admonished. “How bad is it?”

  “Uh, I don’t really know yet.” As Ben spoke, the Shadow’s lamp beams continued to slide up the spinning cylinder, to where it joined a gray metal sphere that looked to be about the size of one of Bespin’s smaller floating cities. “But maybe you should come back to the flight deck as soon as things are secure back there.”

  “Yeah,” Luke said. “I was just thinking the same thing.”

  As the lamp beams continued to reveal more of the station—at least that’s what Ben assumed he was looking at—he began to grow even more confused and worried. With a second, dome-capped cylinder rising out of the sphere directly opposite the first, the thing reminded him of a station he had helped infiltrate during the recent civil war. It didn’t seem possible that two such structures could exist in the galaxy by mere coincidence, or that he would have happened on this one by mere chance even if the two were related. He had the uneasy feeling that the Force was at play here—or, to be more precise, that the Force was putting him in play.

  Now that they were actually in visual range of their target, Ben brought the full suite of sensors back online and began to investigate. To both his relief and puzzlement, all of the contacts appeared to be derelict vessels. They ranged widely in size, from small space yachts like the Shadow to an antiquated Tibanna tanker with a capacity in excess of a hundred million liters. Ben did a quick mental calculation of the total tonnage of the abandoned ships and shuddered. If these were captured spoils, there were some very impressive pirates hiding around here somewhere.

  Starting to envision sensor masks and ambushes, Ben slid the Shadow into the cover of an old TGM Marauder. The ship looked as deserted as its sensor profile suggested, tumbling slowly with cold engines, open air locks, and no energy emanations whatsoever. But there was no apparent combat damage, or anything else, to suggest it had been taken by pirates.

  Ben turned the sensors on the station itself and found it marginally less derelict. Its power core was active, but barely. A few warm areas suggested that at least some of its atmospheric seals remained intact. Approaching closer, he could see that three of the dark tubes attached to the upper cylinder had come loose at one end and were in danger of being launched away by centrifugal force. Whoever lived here—if anyone did—they were not much on maintenance.

  The clack-clack of boots-in-a-hurry echoed through the open hatchway at the rear of the flight deck, then suddenly stopped. Ben activated the canopy’s mirror panel and found his father standing behind the copilot’s chair, jaw hanging slack as he stared at the slowly spinning station ahead.

  “Remind you of anything?” Ben asked.

  Luke’s gaze remained fixed on the space station. “What do you think?” he asked. “It could be a miniature Centerpoint Station.”

  Centerpoint had been an ancient space station located in the stable zone between the Corellian worlds of Talus and Tralus. Its origins remained cloaked in mystery, but the station had once been the most powerful weapon in the galaxy, capable of destroying entire star systems from hundreds of light-years away. One of the few positive things to come of the recent civil war, in Ben’s opinion, had been the facility’s destruction. He was far from happy to discover another version hidden here, deep inside the Maw.

  “I was afraid you’d say that,” Ben said with a sigh. “What do we do now? Lob a baradium missile at it?”

  Luke’s voice grew disapproving. “Do we have a baradium missile?”

  Ben dropped his gaze. “Sorry. Uncle Han said it was always smart to keep one—”

  “Your uncle isn’t a Jedi,” Luke interrupted. “I wish you’d remember that.”

  “Sure,” Ben said. “But maybe this one time we should think about the way he would handle this. If this place was built by the same beings that designed Centerpoint Station, the smartest thing we can do is get rid of it.”

  “And maybe we will—after we unjam our vector plates and replenish our hydraulics.” Luke slipped into the copilot’s seat behind Ben. “In the meantime, try to avoid hitting anything. I’ll see if I can find a safe place to dock this bird.”

  Star Wars: Lost Tribe of the Sith #2: Skyborn is a work of fiction. Names, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

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  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four