The Last Venator: A Star Wars Story

The Last Venator: A Star Wars Story

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6 BBY: an aging warship, the Ultimor, is a Venator-class Star Destroyer due to be decommissioned. New Imperial Star Destroyers are being built everyday, and there's no place for a creaking Clone Wars-era ship in the modern Imperial Navy. In its final days of service, the Ultimor and its crew are sent on a last assignment at the edge of the Galactic Empire to oversee the admission of a new planet, Jurmaer, into the Imperial Senate - a simple task to fill out the Ultimor's service-life. But all is not as it seems at Jurmaer: a smuggler crew arrives at the planet, bringing unusual cargo that will alter the fate of its people; the captain of the Ultimor finds himself mired in a political quagmire that might cost him his freedom - and maybe even his life; and a young engineer nears the completion of a task that will prove her worth to her betters...but at the cost of someone once dear to her. As tension boils above and beneath the seas of Jurmaer, a spark of rebellion is fanned into existence - one of many across a galaxy that will not tolerate tyranny forever...
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He signed up at seventeen, thinking the Empire would save him. Uniform too big, boots too clean, eyes full of Holonet lies, he thought he'd be marching in parades, bringing order to the stars. Instead, he learned how to stuff organs back into men still screaming, how to hold pressure on wounds that never stop bleeding, how to lie through his teeth to buy a dying trooper one last minute. They call him "The Knellman". The one who shows up when things go bad, real bad. The one who moves like a ghost through smoke and screams. With nothing but a medkit his on back, blaster in his hand, and a vibroblade for when things get close. They say if you see him, you're either lucky... or already gone. He's not a hero. He's what the Empire made him. Disclaimer. I don't own star wars or it's related content.

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