Star Wars: Light Of The Jedi
It is a golden age, with the Jedi at the height of their power. But even the brightest light can cast a shadow, and some storms defy any preparation. A threat hides in the darkness, far from the light of the age, and harbours a secret that could strike fear into even a Jedi’s heart…
BELL ZETTIFAR FELT THE FIRST licks of atmosphere touch the craft. Their Vector didn’t have a name, not officially–all the ships were basically the same, and in theory interchangeable among their Jedi operators–but he and his master always used the same one, with the scoring along the wings from an ion storm they’d once flown through. The pattern looked like little starbursts, and so Bell–only in his mind, never spoken aloud–called their ship the Nova.
The Vectors were as minimally designed as a starship could be. Little shielding, almost no weaponry, very little computer assistance. Their capabilities were defined by their the shielding, the weaponry, the minds that calculated what the vessel could achieve and where it could go. Vectors were small, nimble. A fleet of them together was a sight to behold, the Jedi inside coordinating their movements via the Force, achieving a level of precision no droid or ordinary pilot could match.
