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conversations.value: a plot for a book about Crystal, Star, Solo entitled The Crystal Star
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conversations.value: The Crystal Star: Jacen and Jaina Solo are now five years old, and their brother Anakin is three, all at an age where they are easily manipulated.\nOn Munto Codro, Jacen, Jaina and Anakin are kidnapped by a man named Hethrir.\nTheir mother Leia Organa Solo immediately dispatches a rescue operation.\nHethrir continues to manipulate the children for several days, as he leads the Empire Reborn, an organization looking to resurrect the Galactic Empire.\nEventually, Leia and Chewbacca manage to rescue the children, but Hethrir is still connected to the events that transpire around the Crystal Star.\nAfter an intense series of events, Hethrir is killed, the Crystal Star explodes, Crseih station moves out of the area beforehand, and Luke, Leia, Han and the children are safe.
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conversations.value: Add another sentence about \nMeanwhile, Leia\'s, Han, supposed.
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conversations.value: The Crystal Star: Jacen and Jaina Solo are now five years old, and their brother Anakin is three, all at an age where they are easily manipulated. \nOn Munto Codro, Jacen, Jaina and Anakin are kidnapped by a man named Hethrir. \nTheir mother Leia Organa Solo immediately dispatches a rescue operation. \nMeanwhile, Leia\'s husband Han Solo and brother Luke Skywalker go to Crseih Station on a supposed "vacation", and learn of a secret cult that influences the Crystal Star, which could possibly destroy the very existence of the universe. \nHethrir continues to manipulate the children for several days, as he leads the Empire Reborn, an organization looking to resurrect the Galactic Empire. \nEventually, Leia and Chewbacca manage to rescue the children, but Hethrir is still connected to the events that transpire around the Crystal Star. \nAfter an intense series of events, Hethrir is killed, the Crystal Star explodes, Crseih station moves out of the area beforehand, and Luke, Leia, Han and the children are safe.
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conversations.value: the first five paragraphs for this book
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conversations.value: The Crystal Star
  Han gave up listening to Threepio's worries. Han would be sorry for Luke, of course, if he failed to find the lost Jedi. But Han was content to be here, whether the trip turned out to be vacation or adventure.
  He turned his attention to the outpost. The low, oblate airlinks covered and protected and connected the districts of the station, some rich and well kept, some collapsing into piles of rubble. Though the Empire's research facilities had been abandoned, the community that had sprung up around them had continued. Some of the inhabitants had found other ways to thrive, without the presence of the Empire or the attention of the New Republic.
  Representatives and ambassadors concentrated their attention on more populous worlds closer to the center of power.
  Han displayed the rainbow edges of a few bills of New Republic currency. He was glad, for old times' sake, for the sake of his smuggling days, that the Senate had failed to pass a law abandoning physical currency. Smuggling would have been a whole lot harder without hard-to-trace cash money. Of course, that was why the Senate wanted to abandon it.
  Threepio had put on the purple lacquer; Han had grown his beard. But Luke had done nothing to disguise himself.
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conversations.value: Mistress Dragon walked and walked across the sand. Jaina kept expecting a skiff to fly overhead. She expected Hethrir and his Proctors to land in it and make them go back.
  Mistress Dragon kept walking. The little sun fell toward the horizon. They had been traveling all day. "All day" was only half as long as a regular day, but Jaina got thirsty, and then hungry, and then sore from riding.
  In the distance, a stream glimmered in the starlight. The stream wound through trees and led to a forest. It would be easier to hide down there than out in the bare sand.
  Mistress Dragon raised her head and sniffed the air. She put her head down again and walked even faster toward the stream.
  Mistress Dragon's feet squished into mud at the edge of the stream. She stopped and snortled. She put her head down and Jacen slipped right off. Jaina grabbed Mistress Dragon's scales and held herself on. All the other children jumped off the dragon's back.
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conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
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conversations.value: Jaina kept expecting a skiff to fly overhead. She expected Hethrir and his Proctors to land in it and make them go back.
  Mistress Dragon kept walking. The little sun fell toward the horizon. They had been traveling all day. "All day" was only half as long as a regular day, but Jaina got thirsty, and then hungry, and then sore from riding.
  In the distance, a stream glimmered in the starlight. The stream wound through trees and led to a forest. It would be easier to hide down there than out in the bare sand.
  Mistress Dragon raised her head and sniffed the air. She put her head down again and walked even faster toward the stream.
  Mistress Dragon's feet squished into mud at the edge of the stream. She stopped and snortled. She put her head down and Jacen slipped right off. Jaina grabbed Mistress Dragon's scales and held herself on. All the other children jumped off the dragon's back.
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conversations.value: the last five paragraphs
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conversations.value: He returned to the dining room with the weapon in his hand. Not-Mirax, clearly confused and beginning to look a little alarmed, stood by the stove, staring at him.
  Valin positioned the tip of his lightsaber directly beneath her chin. At the distance of half a centimeter, its containing force field kept her from feeling any heat from the blade, but a slight twitch on Valin's part could maim or kill her instantly. She froze.
  In the doorway stood a man, middle-aged, clean-shaven, his hair graying from brown. He was of below-average height, his eyes a startling green. He wore the brown robes of a Jedi. His hands were on his belt, his own lightsaber still dangling from it.
  He was Valin's father, Jedi Master Corran Horn. But he wasn't, any more than the woman behind Valin was Mirax Horn.
  Yet Valin's voice was soft when he spoke. "They may have made you a virtual double for my father. But they can't have given you his expertise with the lightsaber."
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conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
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conversations.value: ". Not-Mirax, clearly confused and beginning to look a little alarmed, stood by the stove, staring at him.
  Valin positioned the tip of his lightsaber directly beneath her chin. At the distance of half a centimeter, its containing force field kept her from feeling any heat from the blade, but a slight twitch on Valin's part could maim or kill her instantly. She froze.
  In the doorway stood a man, middle-aged, clean-shaven, his hair graying from brown. He was of below-average height, his eyes a startling green. He wore the brown robes of a Jedi. His hands were on his belt, his own lightsaber still dangling from it.
  He was Valin's father, Jedi Master Corran Horn. But he wasn't, any more than the woman behind Valin was Mirax Horn.
  Yet Valin's voice was soft when he spoke. "They may have made you a virtual double for my father. But they can't have given you his expertise with the lightsaber.He returned to the dining room with the weapon in his hand.