Tahiri had been to Coruscant three times since the war began, and every single one of those had been an infiltration mission. ( This time was no different. )

( It had been several weeks on Zonama Sekot, and they'd been too busy for Tahiri to have much room for complaint -- except for the part where they were pretty much cut off from contact with the outside world. )

Two Jedi, encircled by thirty Yuuzhan Vong warriors moving toward them at a rapid rate -- it didn't take a Givin to know those were bad odds. "Remember, you're supposed to be training me," Tahiri said, turning to stand back-to-back with Corran. "What does the wise Jedi do in a situation like this ( Read more... )

( It had never been as busy in Tahiri's head as it was right now. )

( After the Knighting came the reception in their honor, and it was just as ornate and ritzy as the ceremony that had preceded it. )

When Tahiri had gotten onto the shuttle to head back home, she'd known the first thing on the agenda, before heading to Kashyyyk to join up with Admiral Kre'fey's fleet, was going to be the ceremony on Mon Calamari. To that end she'd spent much of the trip from Fandom reading up on strategy and going over everything she'd learned in Flight and ( Read more... )

( Tahiri and her two Jedi Master companions had circled around the Yuuzhan Vong coralskippers that hovered outside the collapsed hole the construction droid had bored into the side of a ziggurat, and met up with Face on a floor half a kilometer up. 'Interesting . . .' )

( Well, getting out of the turbolift had been fun; luckily Mara'd had the access code to deactivate the security system, but Tahiri was still living down the mortification of nearly cutting Bhindi's head off when she'd lost her balance while trying to cut a hole through the lift doors. )

( Tahiri had been out on a scouting mission with Face Loran, who'd been mercifully quiet for once -- well, for Face, anyway. They'd reported back to the others on their findings, and now the team had trekked back down through several levels of ruined factory machinery and was gathered on a metal walkway high over a huge chamber. )

( They were in a long gallery that had once been flanked by stores and emporiums now, still following Luke's lead; he'd been following what he said was some sense of distant wrongness in the Force, but neither Tahiri nor Mara had consistently picked up on the same thing. This time, though, she had . . . )