Star Wars Jedi: Battle Scars – Exclusive Preview of the Jedi: Survivor Prequel #GeekLeap

The critically acclaimed Star Wars Jedi: Fallen Order is getting a sequel dubbed Star Wars Jedi: Survivor. However that sport solely tells you a part of the story. The saga of Cal Kestis can also be increasing into the Star Wars novel line with a brand new e-book referred to as Star Wars Jedi: Battle Scars.

Written by Sam Maggs, this e-book will bridge the hole between the 2 video games and chronicle one other journey for Cal and the crew of the Stinger Mantis. When Cal and buddies encounter an Imperial Stormtrooper trying to defect, they catch wind of a strong weapon that would deal a significant blow to the Empire. The one catch is that pursuing this mission will as soon as once more put them within the crosshairs of the Sith Inquisitorius, and Fifth Brother is itching for a battle.

IGN can debut an unique excerpt for Battle Scars, as we see Merrin’s standpoint as she has an surprising encounter with the Stormtrooper in query. Learn on to see the print or hearken to Marc Thompson’s audiobook narration.

Except disappearing—which, fortunately, nonetheless got here simply to her—Merrin didn’t want to make use of her magick to destroy these Imperial troopers.

They managed to do this job simply wonderful on their very own.

Even with the difficulties Merrin had been having along with her powers as of late—her irritating incapability to entry them, so irritating Merrin may barely even give it some thought—killing Imperials was nonetheless satisfying. She wasn’t choosy; magicking them to their demise was very humorous, sure, however a blaster bolt to the helmet labored simply as effectively, typically. As we speak, although, she stored them guessing: blinking out and in of sight the second they received a lock on her, sending them strolling off cliffsides and taking pictures each other within the again. She knew Cal would get rid of the remaining bounty hunters; she’d seen him in motion sufficient occasions to know that the person knew easy methods to deal with his lightsaber. However she was grateful he’d left the troopers to her.

Sure. Merrin was glad that she lastly received to do one thing helpful on this journey out to the center of nowhere. Not that destroying this base wouldn’t be helpful to the Mantis crew usually, however Merrin usually discovered that these facet journeys felt like distractions from the primary occasion. From bringing down the individuals who had introduced down her individuals. Or as shut as she may come to that, nowadays.

Nonetheless, she was grateful to be helpful. She was additionally grateful that she didn’t should crawl on her abdomen all the way in which again to the exit.

Each time in these previous few years she had watched one other stormtrooper’s little helmet shatter, or be crushed beneath a rockslide, or explode, or—she was getting misplaced with it. However each time she took one other one out, no matter how, she imagined it lighting a spark inside her. And each spark was yet one more likelihood to ignite what had gone out.

Each demise, one other alternative.

There have been occasions when Merrin fought the Empire when all she noticed, all she felt was Dathomir. Its crimson skies and darkish power, sustaining and motivating and, greater than something, uncooked with potential. Her sisters; all of the witch clans united beneath Mom Talzin, earlier than the lady turned to the Sith. The verdant marshlands lined in crimson mists the place Merrin had grown up, at all times realizing the hazard inherent within the loveliness. The chirodactyls, floating lazily on the recent winds overhead, their cries waking her within the morning when the crimson solar first crested over the mountaintops. The clear, rejuvenating Water of Life, created along with her personal fingers with the world round her, with which all Nightsisters had been initiated. A world so sturdy and so lovely and so terrifying all on the similar time.

The ichor that flowed by way of Dathomir’s core had flowed by way of her veins, scorching and molten. Their magick was extra highly effective than any- factor the Sith needed to provide.

But it surely didn’t final.

And now, in every stormtrooper’s pathetic little helmet, Merrin noticed mirrored the stark white face of one other: golden eyes in a mechanical shell, too many arms, too many lightsabers. Main far, far too many troops into battle for the soul of Dathomir.

Basic Grievous.

Air strikes. Assault tanks. The forests burned, Merrin’s sisters fell.

Not even a military of the lifeless may maintain them again.

Merrin was fortunate to have survived. Fortunate, and really, excellent. Or she had been. As soon as.

And now she wouldn’t cease till the individuals accountable for Dathomir’s destruction lay charred at her ft. She would hint the markings on her face with fingers coated of their ashes. She would avenge her lovely, terrifying sisters, and her lovely, terrifying planet.

It was the one factor within the galaxy that she was meant to do.

And so Merrin watched the stormtroopers fall one after the other on her approach out of the Haxion Brood base, and she or he smiled grimly.

She’d run in the wrong way of the Mantis, not desirous to by accident lead any straggling troops proper again throughout the spindly bridge to their location, however now she needed to discover her approach again. Thankfully, this rattling rock was simply constructed like one huge circle; she couldn’t get misplaced even when she tried. All roads led again to the Mantis, finally. Greez normally stored the ship hidden effectively, however she hoped he’d maybe be favoring expediency over stealth at this level and have the engines already operating by the point she arrived. Disappearing, speeding, and reappearing in small bursts from one ramshackle alley to the subsequent, Merrin moved slowly across the ring, checking for any remaining troopers who had escaped her wrath.

Out and in. Feeling and unfeeling. One thing, then nothing. Repeatedly, till—

There was somebody behind her. Trailing her whilst she disappeared. Following her.

Between bursts, Merrin smiled. Lastly.

The following time she disappeared, as an alternative of continuous ahead, Merrin doubled again. When she reemerged, she revealed herself straight behind her pursuer.

Merrin stared into the again of the shiny white helmet, and gold eyes stared again.

She blinked.

They had been gone. Merely a trick of the sunshine. Didn’t make the trooper any much less lifeless, although.

Merrin lifted her arm, keen herself to seek out the hearth—scraping her insides, determined for the spark, when she heard—

“Wait! Wait.” The stormtrooper lifted her fingers over her head. She was taller than Merrin, broader. By way of her voice filtering unit, she sounded . . . totally different. Scared.

As she ought to be.

“I learn about Dathomir,” the trooper blurted. “And I’m sorry.” Merrin paused. She couldn’t inform if the sensation in her was chilly fury . . .or one thing else fully.

“I don’t prefer to play with my meals,” Merrin responded. Higher the stormtrooper didn’t know she was having . . . arduous occasions, along with her powers, anyway. “And I don’t like when individuals talk about issues they’ll’t probably perceive.”

“No, I’m—” the trooper stuttered as Merrin positioned a hand on the again of the trooper’s helmet. “You’re Merrin. Witch of Dathomir. A part of the crew of the Stinger Mantis. You’re working in opposition to the Empire.”

Merrin rolled her eyes, although there was nobody to see her. “Are you studying my arrest warrant? I’ve heard all of it earlier than.”

“No,” the trooper stated. “I would like your assist.”

Now Merrin had actually heard all of it. She dragged her fingers down the sleek white facet of the helmet, felt for the latch on the correct. Click on.

“Please,” begged the trooper. “Merrin—”

“You don’t know me.” Merrin traced her finger across the neck joint to the opposite facet, slowly, methodically. “And it is best to chorus from talking my identify once more.” Her finger caught on the second catch. Click on.

Possibly she did prefer to play, in spite of everything.

You be taught one thing new about your self on daily basis.

One finger nonetheless on the helmet, Merrin walked across the stormtrooper till she was simply beneath degree with what handed for the white masks’s eyes. There was hardly any distance between Merrin and the trooper, and she or he thought it was odd that the lady had left her weapon holstered. When Merrin exhaled, she may see her breath go away condensation on the plastoid. She let her smile return as she seen the trooper shaking.

With each fingers, Merrin fastidiously grabbed either side of the trooper’s helmet and lifted.

She wasn’t sure what to anticipate, nevertheless it wasn’t this.

A lavender neck. Jutting chin and full lips, a number of shades darker than the remainder of her pores and skin, violet like spilled ink, matched the hair reduce quick over her shoulders. Robust-featured mushy face with freckles like crater orchid petals throughout her nostril.

And eyes as crimson because the sky over Dathomir’s Rift Valley.

Not a human. That was uncommon for a stormtrooper, so far as Merrin had seen.

From a hair’s breadth away, Merrin watched the lady swallow.

The helmet clattered to the bottom. Merrin had forgotten she was holding it. However the noise was what Merrin wanted to deliver her again into the second, and she or he shot her hand again up, wrapping it across the lady’s throat.

Exhausting. Muscular. Stronger than the stormtroopers Merrin normally fought.


“Speak,” Merrin demanded.

“Pay attention,” the lady stated in a wierd, sharp accent, rapidly, pushing her phrases out by way of Merrin’s fingers. “I need out. I do know you don’t have any motive to belief me, or consider me, however I’ve learn up on you. I do know what the Separatists did to Dathomir.”

Merrin moved her face nearer. She was shorter than the opposite lady, however Merrin didn’t want peak. Her energy made her fearsome. She would use that to her full, intimidating benefit.

She hoped the red-eyed lady may really feel the hearth radiating off her on the point out of one thing she had no proper to be mentioning.

“Struggle took my individuals from me, too,” the lady stated, wanting down and assembly Merrin stare for stare. If it weren’t so foolhardy, Merrin would virtually be impressed. “I can’t—do that anymore. Everyone knows concerning the Mantis crew. You’re my solely likelihood at getting out.”

Merrin stared up into the crimson embers of the lady’s eyes. The dying coals left behind by the burning forests.

  • Reprinted from Star Wars Jedi: Battle Scars by Sam Maggs. © 2023 by Lucasfilm Ltd. Printed by Random Home Worlds, an imprint of Random Home, a division of Penguin Random Home LLC.

Star Wars Jedi: Battle Scars will launch in each hardcover and audiobook kinds on Tuesday, March 7.

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