Star Wars Trilogy

Star Wars Trilogy

by George Lucas

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Overview

Luke Skywalker dreamed of adventures out among the stars and alien worlds. But when he intercepted a message from a beautiful captive princess, he got more than he had bargained for—and that was how the adventure of his life began. . . .

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781101885376
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 09/01/2015
Series: Star Wars
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 688
Sales rank: 75,633
Product dimensions: 4.10(w) x 7.40(h) x 1.70(d)

About the Author

George Lucas’s devotion to timeless storytelling and cutting-edge innovation has resulted in some of the most successful and beloved films of all time, including the Star Wars saga and the Indiana Jones franchise. He has pioneered new digital standards for sophistication in film visuals and sound, and inspired generations of young people to follow their dreams.

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I

It was a vast, shining globe and it cast a light of lambent topaz into space—­but it was not a sun. Thus, the planet had fooled men for a long time. Not until entering close orbit around it did its discoverers realize that this was a world in a binary system and not a third sun itself.

At first it seemed certain nothing could exist on such a planet, least of all humans. Yet both massive Gl and G2 stars orbited a common center with peculiar regularity, and Tatooine circled them far enough out to permit the development of a rather stable, if exquisitely hot, climate. Mostly this was a dry desert of a world, whose unusual starlike yellow glow was the result of double sunlight striking sodium-­rich sands and flats. That same sunlight suddenly shone on the thin skin of a metallic shape falling crazily toward the atmosphere.

The erratic course the galactic cruiser was traveling was intentional, not the product of injury but of a desperate desire to avoid it. Long streaks of intense energy slid close past its hull, a multihued storm of destruction like a school of rainbow remoras fighting to attach themselves to a larger, unwilling host.

One of those probing, questing beams succeeded in touching the fleeing ship, striking its principal solar fin. Gemlike fragments of metal and plastic erupted into space as the end of the fin disintegrated. The vessel seemed to shudder.

The source of those multiple energy beams suddenly hove into view—­a lumbering Imperial cruiser, its massive outline bristling cactuslike with dozens of heavy weapons emplacements. Light ceased arching from those spines now as the cruiser moved in close. Intermittent explosions and flashes of light could be seen in those portions of the smaller ship which had taken hits. In the absolute cold of space, the cruiser snuggled up alongside its wounded prey.

Another distant explosion shook the ship—­but it certainly didn’t feel distant to Artoo-­Detoo or See-­Threepio. The concussion bounced them around the narrow corridor like bearings in an old motor.

To look at these two, one would have supposed that the tall, human-­like machine, Threepio, was the master and the stubby, tripodal robot, Artoo-­Detoo, an inferior. But while Threepio might have sniffed disdainfully at the suggestion, they were in fact equal in everything save loquacity. Here Threepio was clearly—­and necessarily—­the superior.

Still another explosion rattled the corridor, throwing Threepio off balance. His shorter companion had the better of it during such moments with his squat, cylindrical body’s low center of gravity well balanced on thick, clawed legs.

Artoo glanced up at Threepio, who was steadying himself against a corridor wall. Lights blinked enigmatically around a single mechanical eye as the smaller robot studied the battered casing of his friend. A patina of metal and fibrous dust coated the usually gleaming bronze finish, and there were some visible dents—­all the result of the pounding the rebel ship they were on had been taking.

Accompanying the last attack was a persistent deep hum which even the loudest explosion had not been able to drown out. Then for no apparent reason, the basso thrumming abruptly ceased, and the only sounds in the otherwise deserted corridor came from the eerie dry-­twig crackle of shorting relays or the pops of dying circuitry. Explosions began to echo through the ship once more, but they were far away from the corridor.

Threepio turned his smooth, humanlike head to one side. Metallic ears listened intently. The imitation of a human pose was hardly necessary—­Threepio’s auditory sensors were fully omnidirectional—­but the slim robot had been programmed to blend perfectly among human company. This programming extended even to mimicry of human gestures.

“Did you hear that?” he inquired rhetorically of his patient companion, referring to the throbbing sound. “They’ve shut down the main reactor and the drive.” His voice was as full of disbelief and concern as that of any human. One metallic palm rubbed dolefully at a patch of dull gray on his side, where a broken hull brace had fallen and scored the bronze finish. Threepio was a fastidious machine, and such things troubled him.

“Madness, this is madness.” He shook his head slowly. “This time we’ll be destroyed for sure.”

Artoo did not comment immediately. Barrel torso tilted backward, powerful legs gripping the deck, the meter-­high robot was engrossed in studying the roof overhead. Though he did not have a head to cock in a listening posture like his friend, Artoo still somehow managed to convey that impression. A series of short beeps and chirps issued from his speaker. To even a sensitive human ear they would have been just so much static, but to Threepio they formed words as clear and pure as direct current.

“Yes, I suppose they did have to shut the drive down,” Threepio admitted, “but what are we going to do now? We can’t enter atmosphere with our main stablizer fin destroyed. I can’t believe we’re simply going to surrender.”

A small band of armed humans suddenly appeared, rifles held at the ready. Their expressions were as worry-­wrinkled as their uniforms, and they carried about them the aura of men prepared to die.

Threepio watched silently until they had vanished around a far bend in the passageway, then looked back at Artoo. The smaller robot hadn’t shifted from his position of listening. Threepio’s gaze turned upward also though he knew Artoo’s senses were slightly sharper than his own.

“What is it, Artoo?” A short burst of beeping came in response. Another moment, and there was no need for highly attuned sensors. For a minute or two more, the corridor remained deathly silent. Then a faint scrape, scrape could be heard, like a cat at a door, from somewhere above. That strange noise was produced by heavy footsteps and the movement of bulky equipment somewhere on the ship’s hull.

When several muffled explosions sounded, Threepio murmured, “They’ve broken in somewhere above us. There’s no escape for the Captain this time.” Turning, he peered down at Artoo. “I think we’d better—­”

The shriek of overstressed metal filled the air before he could finish, and the far end of the passageway was lit by a blinding actinic flash. Somewhere down there the little cluster of armed crew who had passed by minutes before had encountered the ship’s attackers.

Threepio turned his face and delicate photo­receptors away—­just in time to avoid the fragments of metal that flew down the corridor. At the far end a gaping hole appeared in the roof, and reflective forms like big metal beads began dropping to the corridor floor. Both robots knew that no machine could match the fluidity with which those shapes moved and instantly assumed fighting postures. The new arrivals were humans in armor, not mechanicals.

One of them looked straight at Threepio—­no, not at him, the panicked robot thought frantically, but past him. The figure shifted its big rifle around in armored hands—­too late. A beam of intense light struck the head, sending pieces of armor, bone, and flesh flying in all directions.

Half the invading Imperial troops turned and began returning fire up the corridor—­aiming past the two robots.

“Quick—­this way!” Threepio ordered, intending to retreat from the Imperials. Artoo turned with him. They had taken only a couple of steps when they saw the rebel crewmen in position ahead, firing down the corridor. In seconds the passageway was filled with smoke and crisscrossing beams of energy.

Red, green, and blue bolts ricocheted off polished sections of wall and floor or ripped long gashes in metal surfaces. Screams of injured and dying humans—­ a peculiarly unrobotic sound, Threepio thought—­echoed piercingly above the inorganic destruction.

One beam struck near the robot’s feet at the same time as a second one burst the wall directly behind him, exposing sparking circuitry and rows of conduits. The force of the twin blast tumbled Threepio into the shredded cables, where a dozen different currents turned him into a jerking, twisting display.

Strange sensations coursed through his metal nerve-­ends. They caused no pain, only confusion. Every time he moved and tried to free himself there was ­another violent crackling as a fresh cluster of com­ponentry broke. The noise and man-­made lightning remained constant around him as the battle continued to rage.

Smoke began to fill the corridor. Artoo-­Detoo bustled about trying to help free his friend. The little robot evidenced a phlegmatic indifference to the ravening energies filling the passageway. He was built so low that most of the beams passed over him anyhow.

“Help!” Threepio yelled, suddenly frightened at a new message from an internal sensor. “I think something is melting. Free my left leg—­the trouble’s near the pelvic servomotor.” Typically, his tone turned abruptly from pleading to berating.

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The Star Wars Trilogy: A New Hope/The Empire Strikes Back/Return of the Jedi 4.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 84 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I remember the day I bought this book I was 14 years old now I am 21 and I can truthfully say I have read this collection over a hundred times. I have read this book so much that the binding is starting too break down. It has the three classic STAR WARS moives in this collection (A New Hope, The Empire Strikes Back(my absoulet favorite) and The Return of The Jedi.) When I read this book i can vision what is happening,feel the excitment of flying in the cockpit of the Millienum Falcon with Han and Chewie, feel Luke's sorrow when he finds out Vader is his father and the truth Obi Wan tells him how he must kill his father to save the galaxy, and be as couragoues as Princess Leia on the Endor Moon. I truelly love the classics and the way it is written is brillantly done. Great Detail and dialouge make you feel like you are really there. My Only regret is that I read this book so fast I was done in no time, so I read it again highlighting my favorite parts. Whoever buys tihs book are in truely for a ride of adventure... Enjoy....
Guest More than 1 year ago
After my mom got me hooked on the movies, I HAD to go back and read the books.Now I can go back and find conversations in the movies that I didn't notice at first. My mom now wishes she had NEVER shown us those movies!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Love the original trilogy, this book may even be better than the movies. Loved the extra content in here.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Well, first i didn't know about actually reading about the movies. I thought it would be cool but there are SOOO many star wars books i didn't know which one to read first. I enjoyed EMPIRE STRIKES BACK the best. The reason i gave it four stars is because i dont know why they used the 'D word' so much. They don't in the movies! I would recommend it but...stick with the movies for a great thrill.
SamusAran More than 1 year ago
As usual for the B&N collectible editions, it is amazing quality. I do have a request though... This I think the 4th cover variation for the original trilogy. They are all amazing, but when oh when will you do one for the prequel trilogy?!? Please B&N, please! It would be amazing to see the prequel trilogy of novels get a similar treatment. I know you would get plenty of fans who would love to have it sitting side by side with one of these on the shelf. So I beg you B&N! Please give us a Star Wars Prequel Trilogy (Barnes & Noble Collectible Edition)!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This Star Wars book is better than the star wars prequel book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I havent read the 3rd book yet but 1st & 2nd are awseome
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Graetest book ever!!!!!!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I really love Star Wars, but I'm trying to figure out why the trilogy and the prequels aren't available as Nookbooks when several of the Star Wars universe are. Please make the original Star Wars trilogy and the prequel trilogy available as Nookbooks soon. This is one of the reasons I bought my Nook. I'm running out of shelf space for all the Star Wars books I own and would like to be able to read them when I travel without having to lug a bunch of hardcopies with me.
Xeyra on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
As a longtime fan of Star Wars, it was a pleasure to read the novelizations of this beloved trilogy. One could almost hear the Millenium Falcon's engines as they soared into space, or that unique sound of the jedi lightsabers, or even recall various scenes from the movies as we read them in the books, the familiar lines coming to our lips. It gives an interesting sense of nostalgia.It was particularly nice to read some missing scenes we never got to see in the movies, like a few more moments in Luke Skywalker's training by the Jedi Master Yoda, or impassioned speeches at an Ewok assembly that would eventually lead to their alliance with the Rebels in Endor. We got a close look at some of these character's motivations as the writers explored the character's minds. It made for a pretty interesting and entertaining reading.The books are not without flaws, though. As should be expected of everything written before the prequels came out, there are some things that directly contradict the new canon established by the prequel movies, especially concerning Vader's knowledge of his wife's pregnancy. James Kahn's novelization of Return of the Jedi also has the annoying aspect of trying to write vocalizations that should never have been put into writing, like Chewbacca's growls or R2-D2's beeps and chirps. Still, by the time I read Darth Vader's death scene, I was actually crying, because it was impossible not to. Reading this has inspired me to go out and order some more Star Wars books... :)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Better than the movies
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I met him in a swamp down in degobah. I saw the little rump sitting ther on a log. When i asked him his name in a raspy voice he said Yoda y-o-d-a... part of my song Yoda, by me WierdAl Yankhovic
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The best!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!""#
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This was a great book. I could not put it down. As soon Ifinished I found myself starting over again. By:Joseph Klassen Age:9
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I like it so far!!!!!!!!
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I just finished this book, and I loved every letter of it. A* 100%
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Star wars was my favorite movie since I was a kid
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