Quotes from John Jackson Miller

It's good to have an ally in the military who understands what I'm doing.

enough for the Republic—but the Empire is order from chaos. What we do here—and in thousands of systems just like this one—brings us closer to our ultimate goal." Sloane thought for a moment. "Perfection?" "Whatever the Emperor wants.

The stories we love may not always fit neatly into a single time line, but they will always matter.

There are truths, and there are legends touched with truth, and all can teach you something.

We are not your Sith. We are something new, a chance to do something right. A new tribe. ?Seelah Korsin

had missions she was charged to perform—but she had taken them on as personal challenges, not out of some loyalty to a higher order. The galaxy didn't have the right to give her odd jobs. Truly free beings had lives. Slaves had duties.

We don't think us and them. It's just you, versus everyone else. No one else matters.

He'd known only that, in the end, the Force hadn't helped her. Or any of the other Jedi he'd heard about.

Hello, there," he said, in an accent she couldn't place.

When you grow up never being good enough, every day's a compromise between what you want to be -- and what you are.

Then there is Annileen. I was tempted to call her 'the Intrepid Annileen' just now - because she seems to be able to deal with whatever horror this planet can imagine. That's what I need to become: absolutely familiar with all the dangers here. She takes them in stride. Not because she's fearless, but because she knows she has to go on, to take care of all the people in her life.

The Clone Wars were yet another thing to be upset about. Everything about that conflict had been a lie. The Separatists had been this big enemy, and yet when the Empire was declared they'd melted away as if at the push of a button. The big corporations had staged the whole thing, Skelly was sure. Wars sold more ships, more weapons, and more medical devices. And in the Clone Wars, even the soldiers on both sides were manufactured goods.

She eagerly showed him her updates—and he ignored her obvious disappointment as he just as quickly undid them, stripping away one safety practice after another. Toxic exposure was a small price to pay to meet the Emperor's quota.

When the stormtroopers parted, Hera saw Gord crawling back toward Moonglow's gate. She blinked away a tear of anger. Yes, she needed to see these things, to remind her what she was fighting for.

Maybe that's part of why people on Gorse live as they do—because doomsday's coming. But we were told it wouldn't happen for thousands of years, so not to worry." Hera nodded. "But what if it happened tomorrow?

Later, some kind of animal—Gloyd described it to him as a six-legged mammal, half mouth—vaulted from a burrow and tore into one of the injured. It took five exhausted sentries to slay the beast. One of Devore's mining specialists cast a chunk of the creature's body into the campfire and sampled a piece. She vomited blood and died within heartbeats.

We would be destroying a habitable world," Sloane said, at once repulsed and amazed.

But what was happening to Gorse and Cynda was beyond serious. It was the sort of thing she'd vowed to stop someday. The day had just come early—too early, before she'd assembled a capable team. Not exactly the new dawn she'd had in mind.

He stepped over to Vidian and turned the man's head. There, in his left ear, he saw a small dataport. A moment's revulsion struck and passed. "All right," he said. "Who wants to download Vidian's brain?

She saw stormtroopers running down the metal steps to the main floor. And now she looked directly into the terrifying eyes of Count Vidian.

Spun about, she saw the moon outside the windows. She saw stormtroopers running down the metal steps to the main floor. And now she looked directly into the terrifying eyes of Count Vidian.

Maybe she could've come back from her suspension and gone back to work at Transcept, as if nothing had happened. But she couldn't. Because something had happened. A lot of somethings. And it meant she could never return to that life, if she even wanted to. And she didn't.

And the Force? Well, it might be with him, or it might not. Kanan would get by, either way. He always had.

While Christopher Pike loved old Westerns, he'd also sampled stories set in other times. He'd noticed something: even as technological progress improved the lives of fictional characters, it had made the jobs of the storytellers who created them more difficult.