E

ven though we’re still celebrating the release of Thrawn Ascendancy: Greater Good, it’s never too early to get hyped for the next Star Wars book in this year’s lineup.

The first wave of the beginning phase of The High Republic has mostly wound down. But it won’t be long before Cavan Scott returns with a brand-new story that continues the thrilling trajectory of this largely unexplored era in a galaxy far, far away.

The Rising Storm follows a former Jedi trying -- and likely failing -- to stay out of other people’s business. Meet Ty Yorrick in part of an official excerpt released this past April.

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Will you help us?

Ty Yorrick had lost count of the times she had heard those words, usually delivered with a side order of pleading eyes and, more often than not, missing limbs. You had to be desperate to approach someone like Ty.

The swamp farmers of Safrifa were desperate.

They had found her repairing her ship on the edge of the bog fields, preparing to leave after a successful extraction operation where she had liberated the son of the local marsh-lord from a rival clan. There had been blood and screaming. Always blood and screaming. Some of the gore still caked her armor while the screams would linger when she finally fell into her cot that evening, even after taking keekon root to help her sleep. In all honesty she didn’t mind the screams. They had been her companion for the best part of a decade, the one constant in her ever-changing life.

The novian ore she had received for the kid’s safe return would come in handy. Her ship needed parts, and parts meant money. She knew an armorer on Keldooine who would take the novian off her hands, smelting it down to forge saw blades. Maybe she’d buy one her­self. Less money for the ship, but her arsenal had been depleted after that botched job on Alzoc III. Kriffing Hoopaloo, stealing half her stash. Other mercs would have tracked down the traitorous parrot and ripped the smarmy beak clear from his face, but Ty wasn’t any other merc. Bad things happened and you dealt with it. There was no point wasting time or effort on battles you didn’t need to have, especially if no one was paying you.

She had sensed the swamp farmers long before she heard them slosh through the bog. Sensed and assessed. They were no threat to merc or beast. No threat to anyone. Most Safrifans were scrawny little creatures with skin the color of stagnant water and hair that hung like pondweed in front of large oval eyes. They were industrious, though. Ingenious, too. Ty had trudged through one of their floating beds — a long, narrow plot of thick soil raised from the marshwater by mud and decaying vegetation to stop the roots of their kru-kru crops be­coming waterlogged. The farm had stretched on for kilometers, each plot framed by willow trestles and surrounded by a network of narrow canals. At first glance, you would be forgiven for thinking that nothing could be grown here, but the Safrifans had proved otherwise. Resource­ful and resilient. Ty liked that. Admired it even. And now they were here, waiting patiently to speak with her. It could only mean one thing.

“Nice ship,” the warbling voice commented in broken Basic. “What it name?”

“Doesn’t have one,” Ty replied in their native tongue, not turning around from her work. The damn stabilizer was hanging on by a thread.

“You speak our language?” the farmer asked, surprised.

“Enough to get by.” She was lucky like that. It had always been the same. Ty picked up most languages quickly, a useful talent in her pro­fession. Sometimes she let people know, at other times she kept quiet and listened. She had nothing to fear from these two, even as they dithered behind her, not knowing what to say now that their small talk had failed. She hadn’t been lying, though. Her ship, a battered YT-750 freighter, didn’t have a name, only a registry number logged in the Republic records. Several numbers actually, depending on the job or employer. She didn’t see the point of giving anything a name—ship, weapon, or even the two droids that assisted her on missions, a sarcas­tic admin unit and an admittedly useful astromech. Like the ship, they were tools, nothing more. Why form attachments to something that could never be attached to you? Maybe it was a throwback to her train­ing. Maybe not. Ty just thought it was common sense.

“What do you want?” She needed this conversation over. She had places to go, parts to buy.

“We have novian. Not much. But enough.”

“Enough for what?”

Instead of answering, the farmers offered a simple statement: “It is killing our children.”

Ty stopped working, the all-kit tool dropping down from the ex­posed stabilizer core.

“What is?” she asked, an air of resignation in her voice.

“A monster. A bad one.”

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You can read the full exclusive excerpt on StarWars.com.

Cavan Scott’s next High Republic story arrives on June 29, 2021. You can view our complete Book Profile for more details and pre-order your copy now.

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Meg is a writer, podcaster, and photographer. She lives in Illinois with her dog and medal-worthy book collection, and believes any conversation in which Star Wars references are applicable is one worth having.

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