Battlefront II: Inferno Squad (Star Wars)

Battlefront II: Inferno Squad (Star Wars)

by Christie Golden

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NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • Set in the aftermath of Rogue One: A Star Wars Story, this action-packed prequel to the hotly anticipated videogame Battlefront II introduces the Empire’s elite force: Inferno Squad.

After the humiliating theft of the Death Star plans and the destruction of the battle station, the Empire is on the defensive. But not for long. In retaliation, the elite Imperial soldiers of Inferno Squad have been called in for the crucial mission of infiltrating and eliminating the Partisans—the rebel faction once led by notorious Republic freedom fighter Saw Gerrera.

Following the death of their leader, the Partisans have carried on his extremist legacy, determined to thwart the Empire—no matter the cost. Now Inferno Squad must prove its status as the best of the best and take down the Partisans from within. But the growing threat of being discovered in their enemy’s midst turns an already dangerous operation into a do-or-die acid test they dare not fail. To protect and preserve the Empire, to what lengths will Inferno Squad go . . . and how far beyond them?

The Rebellion may have heroes like Jyn Erso and Luke Skywalker. But the Empire has Inferno Squad.

Praise for Battlefront II: Inferno Squad

“Wow . . . This book is a must-read. Christie Golden just knocked it out of the park!”—The Geek’s Attic
“[A] great space thriller . . . full of action, drama and character.”Rebels Report

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781524796822
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 03/27/2018
Series: Star Wars
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 400
Sales rank: 82,885
Product dimensions: 4.10(w) x 7.00(h) x 1.10(d)

About the Author

Christie Golden is the award-winning, New York Times bestselling author of over fifty novels and more than a dozen short stories in the fields of fantasy, science fiction, and horror. Her media tie-in works include launching the Ravenloft line in 1991 with Vampire of the Mists, more than a dozen Star Trek novels, several movie novelizations, the Warcraft novels Rise of the Horde, Lord of the Clans, Arthas: Rise of the Lich King, and War Crimes, Assassin’s Creed: Heresy, as well as Star Wars: Dark Disciple and the Star Wars: Fate of the Jedi novels Omen, Allies, and Ascension. In 2017, she was awarded the International Association of Media Tie-in Writers Faust Award and named a Grandmaster in recognition of over a quarter century of writing.

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Chapter 1

The firm control of one’s emotions was an unspoken criterion for those who would serve the Empire. One did not gloat, or cheer, or weep, or rage, although cold fury was, upon occasion, deemed an appropriate reaction to particular circumstances.

Senior Lieutenant Iden Versio had been familiar with this stipulation since she was old enough to understand the concept. Even so, now, at this hour of the Empire’s unequivocal and absolute triumph, the young woman raced across the gleaming black surface of the Death Star’s corridors with her helmet cradled in one arm, trying and failing to smother a grin.

Today, of all days, why shouldn’t she smile, at least when no one was watching?

When her orders had come to serve on the space station—­which a scant few hours ago had reduced an entire planet into rocky chunks of glorious rebel rubble— ­Iden had endured resentful, sidelong glances followed by murmurs pitched exactly too softly for her to catch. But Iden didn’t need to hear the words. She knew what the others were saying about her. It was nothing more than a variant on what had always been said about her.

She’s too young for this position. She couldn’t have earned it on her own.

She got it because of her father.

The self-­righteous mutterers would have been startled to discover the degree to which their assumptions were wrong.

Inspector General Garrick Versio might well be one of the highest-­ranking members of the powerful and secretive Imperial Security Bureau, but Iden had gotten nothing out of the joyless task of being his daughter. Every honor, every grade, every opportunity she’d had, she’d fought for and obtained despite him.

She’d been primed for the military academy while barely more than a child, studying at the Future Imperial Leaders Military Preparatory School on her homeworld of Vardos, located in the Jinata system, where she had, literally, been bloodied. There, and afterward at the Imperial Academy on Coruscant, Iden had graduated top of her class, with honors.

All that felt like a mere prelude to this moment. For the last several months, Iden had been part of a small, elite TIE fighter unit aboard what was arguably the pinnacle of Imperial design—­the massive space station known as the Death Star. And she was rather unprofessionally excited.

Even as she tried to rein in her enthusiasm, she could sense that others hastening to their own TIE fighters shared it. They betrayed themselves with the surging tattoo of booted footfalls, their upright positions, even the brightness in their eyes.

It wasn’t new, this happy tension. Iden had seen it bubbling under the surface after the first test of the station’s capabilities, when the Death Star’s superlaser had targeted and obliterated Jedha City. The Empire had landed a one-two punch in a handful of seconds. It had destroyed not only the rebel terrorist Saw Gerrera and his group of extremists known as the partisans, but also the ancient Temple of the Kyber, held sacred by those who secretly hoped for the return of the disgraced and defeated Jedi. Jedha City represented the first real demonstration of the station’s power, but that fact was known only to those who served on the Death Star.

For now. To the rest of the galaxy, what had happened at Jedha was a tragic mining accident.

Things had happened with shocking speed after that, as if some galactic balance had suddenly, drastically, been tipped. The super­laser was again employed at the Battle of Scarif, this time wiping out an entire region and several rebel ships trapped under Scarif’s shield along with it. Emperor Palpatine had dissolved the Imperial Senate. His right hand, the mysterious caped and helmeted Darth Vader, had intercepted and imprisoned secret rebel and now former senator Princess Leia Organa. The Death Star’s director, Grand Moff Wilhuff Tarkin, had used the princess’s home planet of Alderaan to demonstrate the true breadth of the power of the now fully operational battle station.

As nearly all on the Death Star had been ordered to do, with their own eyes or on a screen, Iden had stood and watched. By their treasonous actions, the rebels on Alderaan had brought destruction not only on themselves, but on the innocents they always seemed so keen to protect. She couldn’t get the image out of her head: a planet, a world, gone in the span of a few seconds. As, soon, would be virtually all the Empire’s enemies. In a very, very short time, the galaxy would receive an implacable and thorough understanding of just how useless resistance would be. And then—­

Then, there would be order, and this ill-­thought-­out, chaotic “Rebellion” would subside. All the extensive hours of labor, all the credits and brainpower spent on controlling and dominating various unruly worlds could, at last, be turned to helping them.

There would, finally, be peace.

The event would be shocking, yes. But it had to be, and it was all for the greater good. Once everyone was under the auspices of the Empire, they would understand.

And that glorious moment was almost here. Tarkin had located the rebel base on one of Yavin’s moons. The base—­and the moon—­were but a few moments from oblivion.

Some of the rebels, though, were not going to go ­quietly.

These few had taken to space and were presently mounting a humorously feeble attack on the gigantic space station. The thirty Y-­ and X-­wing fighters the rebels had mustered were small enough to dodge the station’s defensive turbolaser turrets, zipping about like flies. And, like flies, this nominal, futile defense would be casually swatted down by Iden and the other pilots in ship-­to-­ship combat, as per orders from Lord Vader.

Within the span of seven minutes, Yavin’s moon and all the rebels it had succored would be nothing more than floating debris. On this day, the Rebellion would be no more.

Iden’s heartbeat thudded in her ears as she all but jumped down the ladder into her fighter, sealing her flight suit and pulling on her helmet. Slender but strong gloved fingers flew over the consoles, her gaze flitting over the stats as she went through the preflight checklist. The hatch lowered, hummed shut, and she was encased in its black metal belly. A few seconds later she was swirling in cold, airless darkness, where the distinctive scream of her vessel was silent.

Here they came, now, mostly the ­X-­wings—­the Rebellion’s answer to TIE fighters. They were impressive little single-­occupant vessels, and they skimmed along close to the surface of the station, a few of them misjudging the distance and slamming into the walls around the trenches that crisscrossed the Death Star’s surface.

Suicide, Iden thought, even as she knew the term was just as often applied to those who flew TIE fighters. You either loved the small starfighters or you hated them. A TIE fighter was fast and distinctive, with its laser cannons quite deadly, but it was more vulnerable to attack than other vessels as it wasn’t equipped with deflector shields. The trick was to kill the enemy first—­something Iden was better at than anyone else in her squadron. Iden liked that everything was compact and immediately to hand—­flight controls, viewscreen, targeting systems, equipment for tracking and being tracked.

Iden listened to the familiar beeps of the tracking equipment as it targeted and locked onto one of the ­X-­wings. She swung her vessel back and forth with easy familiarity as the enemy ship frantically jigged and jagged in a commendable, but ultimately useless, effort to evade her.

She pressed her thumbs down. Green lasers sliced through the X‑wing, and then only pieces and a flaring sheet of flame remained.

A quick count on her screen told Iden that her fellow pilots were also efficiently culling the herd of rebels. She frowned slightly at the tiny, ship-­shaped blips on her screen. Some of them were veering off from the group, going deeper in toward the Death Star, while others seemed to be trying to draw the TIE fighters away from the station. Iden’s gaze flickered to another ship, a ­Y-­wing—­one of those enemy vessels that always looked to her like a skeletal bird of prey—­and she went in pursuit, rolling smoothly and coming up on its side. More streaks of green in the star-­spattered blackness, and then it, too, was gone.

Her gaze now lingered on the more suicidal of the enemy fighters, watching as they dropped into the trenches. As far as Iden knew, no one in her six-­pilot squadron had been told why the rebels had ­adopted this peculiar tactic of flying through the trenches. Iden had grown up with nearly everything—­from what it was her father actually did for the Empire to what her mother was designing that day, even what was for dinner that night—­being on a need-­to-­know basis. She had grown accustomed to the situation, but she would never like it.

“Attention, pilots,” came the voice of her commander, Kela Neerik, in Iden’s ear, and for a brief, beautiful instant Iden thought her squad commander was going to explain what was going on. But all Neerik said was, “Death Star is now six minutes out from target.”

Iden bit her lip, wondering if she should speak up. Don’t. Don’t, she told herself, but the words had a life of their own. Before she realized it, out they had come.

“Respectfully, Commander, with only six minutes until the entire moon’s destruction, why are we out here? Surely thirty one-­person ships won’t be able to do anything resembling damage to the Death Star in that amount of time.”

“Lieutenant Versio”—­Neerik’s voice was as cold as space—­“don’t assume your father’s position gives you special privileges. We are here because Lord Vader ordered us to be here. Perhaps you’d like to put your question to him personally when we return to the station? I’m sure he’d be delighted to explain his military strategy to you.”

Iden felt a cold knot in her stomach at the thought of a “personal” conversation with Lord Vader. She’d never met him, thankfully, but she had heard too many chilling rumors.

“No, Commander, that won’t be necessary.”

“I thought not. Do your duty, Lieutenant Versio.”

Iden frowned, then let it go. She did not need to understand the rebels; she needed only to destroy them.

As if they sensed her renewed resolve, the rebel pilots suddenly upped their game. There was a brief flash at the corner of Iden’s vision, and when she turned to look, she realized with sick surprise that the debris hurtling off in all directions was black.

Iden didn’t know who had just died. TIE fighters were so uniform as to be practically indistinguishable from one another. Their pilots weren’t supposed to think of their ships in the warm, fuzzy way the rebels were reported to do. A ship was a ship was a ship. And Iden understood that, as far as most in the Empire were concerned, a pilot was a pilot was a pilot: as expendable and interchangeable as the ships they flew.

We all serve at the pleasure of the Emperor, her father had drilled into her since she was old enough to comprehend what an emperor was. None of us is indispensable. Iden had certainly seen Imperial ships shot down before. This was war, and she was a soldier. But indispensable be damned.

The half smile she’d been wearing during most of the combat vanished, and Iden pressed her lips together angrily. She veered, perhaps a touch too violently, to the right and targeted another ­X-­wing. In mere seconds it exploded into a yellow-­orange fireball.

“Gotcha, you—­” she muttered.

“No commentary, Versio,” warned Neerik, her voice rising a little; more hot than cold, now. “We will be having the honor of Lord Vader joining us momentarily. He and his pilots will be focusing on the hostiles navigating the meridian trench. All remaining units are ordered to redirect their attacks to the rebel ships on the magnetic perimeter.”

Iden almost shouted a protest, but stopped herself just in time. For some reason still unknown to the squadron, this perplexing tactic by the rebel pilots was clearly of great concern. Lord Vader wouldn’t trouble himself with appearing personally to take care of it other­wise.

Almost everything Iden knew about Darth Vader was pure speculation. The exception was a single revelation on the part of her father, in one of those rare moments when he was feeling less taciturn than usual with his only child.

“Lord Vader has great power,” Versio had said. “His instincts and his reflexes are uncanny. And . . . ​there are certain abilities he possesses that our Emperor finds to be of tremendous value.”

So yes. Vader was head and shoulders above the rest of them—­literally and figuratively. But it wasn’t Vader’s friends who were dying in this battle, and Iden burned to be the one to make the rebels pay.

With a huffing sigh that she was certain was audible, she swerved from tailing the X-­wing, frowning as red laser­fire came perilously close to her fighter’s fragile wings. That was on her; she hadn’t been focusing.

She corrected that oversight immediately, zooming away from the station toward a pair of Y-­wings that was, successfully, attempting to get her attention. Any other time, Iden would have enjoyed toying with them—­they were decent pilots, although the ones in the X‑wings were superior—­but right now she was too irritated to do so.

She targeted the closest Y-­wing, locked onto it, and blew it to pieces. Watching the fragments of the star­fighter hurtling wildly was some small compensation for the deaths of her fellow pilots.

“Death Star is two minutes to target. Be aware of your distance from the planet.”

Ah, so that was why Neerik was giving the countdown. Iden had to give the pilot of the other ­Y-­wing credit for courage, albeit of the foolish kind; the ship was now racing away from the Death Star at top speed. Were they heading back to Yavin’s moon, nobly choosing to die with their base, or were they just trying to evade her?

Not happening, Iden thought, and continued her pursuit. She got the vessel in her sights and fired. She didn’t slow as the ship exploded, but simply pulled back and looped up and over the fireball and debris, snug in her crash webbing, and smoothly dipped the TIE fighter in front of the second ­Y-­wing for the perfect shot.

The pale moon-­shape of the Death Star loomed behind the vessel, its gargantuan size making the rebel ship look like the toys she’d been allowed to play with as a child. The ­Y-­wing was making for Yavin as fast as it could, swerving erratically enough that Iden frowned as she tried to get a lock on it.

A sudden scalding brightness filled her vision.

Temporarily blinded, Iden hurtled wildly, her TIE fighter tumbling out of control. As her vision returned, she realized debris was coming at her as intensely as if she had suddenly materialized inside an asteroid field. Her focus, always powerful, narrowed to laserlike precision as she frantically dodged and swerved, maneuvering around the biggest pieces and wishing with all her being that TIE fighters had shields.

Iden pivoted and tumbled, breathing the mercifully still-­flowing oxygen deeply and rhythmically. But she knew in her heart it was just a matter of time. There was too much debris, some of it the size of a standard escape pod, some of it as small as her clenched fist, and she was right in the thick of it. The smaller pieces were pelting her TIE fighter already. Sooner or later, one of the big chunks would hit her, and both Senior Lieutenant Iden Versio and her ship would be nothing more than smears on what was left of Yavin’s moon.

Somehow, she’d wandered too close to the Death Star’s target and had gotten caught up in the chaotic sweep of its destruction—­exactly what her commander had been warning her against.

But how was that possible?

“Mayday, mayday,” Iden shouted, unable to keep her voice calm as she desperately dipped and dived to avoid disaster. “This is TIE Sigma Three requesting assistance. Repeat, this is TIE Sigma Three requesting assistance, do you copy, over?”

Silence. Absolute, cold, terrifying silence.

The inevitable occurred at last.

Something struck the TIE fighter, hard. The ship shuddered, tumbled off in a different direction, but did not explode. A piece of one of the sleek, fragile wings flashed across Iden’s field of vision and she realized that control of the vessel was out of her hands.

Others would panic, or weep, or rail. But Iden had been raised to never, ever quit, and now, at this moment, she was grateful for her father’s implacability. The ship was careening and, as she could do nothing to stop it, she took a few seconds to observe.

The prospect of her own violent and, possibly, painful and prolonged death was something that held little fear for her. But what she saw in those seconds struck terror down to her bones.

It was the blue-­green moon of Yavin. And it was completely intact.

Not. Possible!

She thought of the dreadful silence on the comm. And now that she knew, now that she had wrapped her brain around something that was not supposed to happen, that no one had ever imagined could happen, she recognized some of the pieces that she was trying so desperately to evade.

They were of Imperial construction.


Pieces of the greatest battle station that—­

A single short, harsh, disbelieving gasp racked her slender frame. Then Iden Versio clenched her teeth against a second outburst. Pressed her lips together to seal it inside her.

She was a Versio, and Versios did not panic.

The destruction of the Death Star was the brutal and irrevocable truth that the impossible was now possible. Which meant she could survive this.

And she was going to.

Iden clawed her way back to control and assessed the situation with a bright, sharp, almost violent clarity.

The impact of the debris strike had, fortunately, served not only to damage the wing but also to push her toward the moon, and without the pull of the Death Star to counter it, the gravity of Yavin’s small satellite was greedy. She couldn’t direct her trajectory, but she could manage it. Iden went on the offensive—­a preferred tactic—­but this time not against a rebel vessel. This time, her enemy was the debris that hurtled toward her.

She spun toward the moon’s surface, targeting anything in her path and blasting it into rubble. This sort of thing was second nature, so she let part of her mind deal with how to manage the process of reentry, a controlled crash, and ejection.

There would then be avoiding capture, stealing a vessel, and absconding with it, presuming she landed on Yavin’s moon in one piece.

There it was again, that frisson of bestial, primitive panic, closing her throat. Iden swallowed hard even as cold sweat dewed her body—­

—­beneath the uniform of an Imperial officer—­

—­beneath the helm of a TIE fighter pilot—­

—­and again took a deep, calming breath. The oxygen was finite, but it was better to use it now to help her focus than later as she panicked.

Iden was, as far as she knew, the sole survivor out of over a million victims of this act of rebel terrorism. She had to survive, if only to honor those who hadn’t. Who hadn’t chased the foe in an impulsive act that ought to have been a mistake, but instead had gifted her with a chance to live.

She would find a way back to Imperial space ready to continue the fight against the Rebel Alliance for as long as it took to eliminate every last one of the bastards.

Her jaw set and her eyes narrowed with determination, Iden Versio braced herself for a bumpy landing.

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Battlefront II: Inferno Squad (Star Wars) 4.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 16 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Has a strong opening and closing but often times loses some of its luster in the middle. The squad is well developed and likeable to the point in which you will care for them and invest in them. If you have played the new game or are a star wars geek, like myself, give this one a read and you will not be disappointed.
AndrewReadsBooks More than 1 year ago
Since the re-launch of canon Star Wars novels and the relegation of older novels into "Legends", I've made an effort to keep up with each new novel as it's been released. Some novels have been leaps of faith - authors who are new to me writing books with very little released ahead of time. And then there's Christie Golden's Inferno Squad, which I felt so certain about I pre-ordered as soon as it was announced, and may have stayed up until 3AM to download on it's release date. In other words, I might have a little hype and bias. Inferno Squad did not disappoint. Golden delivers the most well developed imperial characters I've seen since Claudia Gray's Lost Stars. Like that novel, Golden leverages these multifaceted characters to create a story with real moral ambiguity and emotional strain. By slowly building tension and shifting the language and perspective of the reader, Golden delivers a novel that's hard to put down. Let's talk about characters. All too often, imperials are cast as automatons or indifferent killers hungry for power (e.g., Thrawn, Tarkin, and Count Vidian). These villains (or protagonists!) accept that they will commit or permit atrocities, and consider it a necessary part of their path to greatness. Inferno Squad introduces us to a different kind of Imperial. The members of Inferno are true believers in the Imperial cause, but they are neither indifferent nor power hungry (well, maybe a little). These Imperials want to win, but they also want to do the right thing. As readers, we are shown the humanity of these Imperials - their hopes, their fears, their secret guilt. I've seen other reviewers remark on the strangeness of rooting for the Empire, but the reality is that you find yourself rooting for Iden and her squad, not the Empire as a whole. After letting the reader get acquainted with Inferno Squad, Golden introduces tension by treating the partisans with the same respect and depth she grants Inferno. In a few short chapters, they transform from space terrorists to survivors, families, and lost souls trying to do good in the world. The partisans become characters you care about, and as a reader it becomes difficult to root against them. As stakes increase, the moral complexity and emotional intensity of the story increase exponentially. Questions that would be easy to answer at the beginning of the book (should the murder of children be stopped?) become much more difficult to resolve. When characters are forced to act, the results become powerful story telling. Aside from excellent writing and plot craftsmanship, Inferno Squad does a good job linking back to the rest of the Star Wars universe. We see strong connections to the Clone Wars, Rogue One, and Beth Revis' Rebel Rising. While I had anticipated a more strategic novel, perhaps like Alexander Freed's Battlefront, I was in no way disappointed by Inferno Squad's excursion. Inferno Squad is one of the best of the new Star Wars canon novels, and should go on every fan's reading list.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great story. Read this before you play single player of the game. It really helps add to the story.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book was absolutely great! Not only does it deliver the same sympathy for the Imperials like in Lost Stars, but you get an awesome background story to the legendary Inferno Squadron!
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Smredsoxguy More than 1 year ago
I thoroughly enjoyed this book. It was nice for a change to see the Star Wars Saga from the Empore's point of view. The newly developed characters fit right into the universe that we know and love. It fit so well that the plot and story intertwined nicely with events already laid out for us. It was very well written and I found myself Cheering for Inferno Squad. I thoroughly enjoy the Star Wars Universe and if you are fan like me, I definitely recommend this novel. I promise it won't disappoint.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I was happy with it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The best star wars book that I have ever read period.
Skuldren More than 1 year ago
Inferno Squad is not your typical video game tie-in novel. It’s not crammed with action and it doesn’t play out like levels with boss fights at the end. Instead it focuses on characters, relationships and the thin line between the Empire and radical rebel groups like Saw Gerrara’s partisans. This story is the fire that forge’s Inferno Squad, but it’s not the battle many readers will be expecting. The main character in the story is Iden Versio. She’s a true blood Imperial, a believer of the cause, and a by the book soldier. The novel quickly introduces us to her with the Battle of Yavin and the destruction of the first Death Star. Shortly thereafter, her father, Admiral Versio, puts together Inferno Squad as a means to fight back against the Rebellion, but more importantly, the corruption in the Empire. This was an aspect I was not expecting. Rather than going on commando raids to take out key Rebel targets, Inferno Squad cleans up intelligence leaks and turncoats. Whether it’s a dirty moff threatening high ranking officers with damaging intel or a mole feeding information to a Rebel cell, Inferno Squad gets sent to take care of business. The side effect is that missions typically don’t require a lot of blaster fire. After a couple missions, the book slows down and focuses on just one. The target is a group called the Dreamers, and they’re the cobbled together remnants of Saw Gerrera’s partisans. Unfortunately none of them are the characters from Rogue One. Instead, these are partisans that were off planet at the time. Inferno Squad’s mission is to infiltrate the group, identify how they are receiving classified Imperial information, and tie-up all the loose ends. This mission drags on a bit, and if you’re not prepared for it, it’s a real slow burn. But it does have a pay off. Rather than action and suspenseful missions, it focuses on what happens when Imperials go undercover and are forced to bond with Rebel terrorists. On one hand, they find qualities that they like in these people. But burgeoning friendships are curbed by the reality that these people are radicalized killers devoted to their cause. The members of Inferno Squad have to walk that line between true friendship and staying focused on the mission. These people are the enemy. You can’t love the enemy…can you? But beyond that, it also causes the reader to raise questions with just who the people in the Empire are. By making Imperials the main characters, if forces the reader to view them as the heroes of the story. The thin line between the Empire and the partisans is further complicated by the different people on both sides. Some characters are more likable than others, and some are more bloodthirsty than others. Good and bad isn’t parsed out based on sides, but spread around for all to deal with. The slower nature of the book hurts the story a little. It’s not your typical Star Wars adventure. But it is an interesting story if you give it the time to work. As relationships build up, the dynamics of the situation get volatile, and that’s where the suspense comes in. However, it is a long game and a story that requires a little patience and lots of character bonding. It took a while, but I enjoyed the story overall and I give it a four out of five. It’ll definitely help give you a better idea of who Iden Versio and her squad mates are heading into Star Wars Battlefront II.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The story was amazing, the characters were well written, and after reading, I can't wait for Battle Front 2 to arrive.
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Can't wait untill I can buy battlefront 2! Story was well written and stuff too.
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Awful just just awful do not buy this book