There were no stun cuffs or energy cages, but there was a state-of-the-art security system, ID badges, and old B-1 series battle droids from the Clone Wars that had been reactivated and reprogrammed for security. But the Imperial Naval Academy really felt like jail. To Trever, school had always felt like jail. So Trever had offered to enroll, make contact, and get both of them out in a couple days’ time. Why couldn’t he have gone undercover someplace fun, like a space station cantina in the Outer Rim?īecause Lune Oddo Divinian, the Force-sensitive son of Astri Oddo, had been kidnapped by his father and sent here. He was now a fresh recruit at the Imperial Naval Academy on Coruscant. ![]() Top of the list of things he never expected to do again: go to school. Then he’d found out that Ferus Olin, the guy who let him sleep in his back room, used to be a Jedi, and the next thing he knew … wha-woosh, he was running blockades and dodging stormtroopers. He’d become a street kid, a thief, a con. So he had closed the door to his old life and left it forever. Everything had stopped making sense, and going to school had made the least sense of all. When his father and brother were killed by Imperial forces after the Clone Wars, his world had imploded. ![]() His short life had been marked by megatons of bad luck, but at least Trever counted himself lucky in one respect: Regular attendance at the Ussan Day Academy was no longer required.
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