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323 pages, Hardcover
First published December 16, 2016
SUPPLEMENTAL DATA: SUNSET PRAYER
[Document #JP0103 ("Sunset Prayer of the Guardians of the Whills:), recovered from the outskirts of NiJedha: provenance uncertain.]
In darkness, cold.
In light, cold.
The old sun brings no heat.
But there is heat in breath and life.
In life, there is the Force.
In the Force, there is life.
And the Force is eternal
“Relax, Captain,” Chirrut answered. “We’ve been in worse cages than this one.”
“Yeah? Well, this is a first for me.”
“There is more than one sort of prison, Captain,” Chirrut said. “I sense that you carry yours wherever you go.”
Baze laughed again, but there was no boisterousness this time—just a coarse, hollow sound. Cassian frowned and turned back to the lock and the cavern.
It was some minutes later that he realized no one had told Chirrut he was a captain.
JN-093 finally thought to look at the shadow in the sky. She stared at the structure, indefinably large and eclipsing the sun. She knew a weapon when she saw one, no matter how incomprehensible.
“They did it,” she murmured. “The rebels finally did it.”
Two sputtered weak laughter. “I don’t think that’s the rebels,” he said.
When the storm front hit them, JN-093’s armor protected her just long enough to make her death painful. In her last flicker of brain activity, she felt she’d failed her squad.