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conversations.value: a plot for a book about Mara, Luke, Chiss entitled Survivor's Quest
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conversations.value: Survivor's Quest: Survivor\'s Quest opens with a meeting between Talon Karrde and Luke and Mara Jade Skywalker.\nKarrde\'s people had earlier picked up an urgent transmission, addressed to Luke, coming from Admiral Voss Parck on the planet Nirauan.\nBefore the message could be passed on, however, it had been stolen by a member of Karrde\'s own organisation, one Dean Jinzler.\nFearing that the message might be somehow connected with the unknown menace Parck and Baron Fel had warned them about two years previous, Luke and Mara decide to head out to Nirauan.\nThere, they learn that the message had in fact come from Chiss Aristocra Chaf\'orm\'bintrano (or "Formbi").\nThe Chiss have found the remains of the pioneering Jedi expedition, Outbound Flight Project, which had been mercilessly destroyed by Grand Admiral Thrawn many years previous.\nNow, the Chiss wish to hand over their find to the New Republic, and Luke and Mara join the odd group—which includes a squad of stormtroopers from the 501st, a remnant of an alien people, the Geroons, who owe a strange debt to the people of Outbound Flight, and a false New Republic Ambassador—which will visit the site of the tragedy.\nAs they voyage on the Chaf Envoy deeper into Chiss space, into a treacherous cluster of stars known as the Redoubt, Luke and Mara grow more uneasy.\nOccurrences of sabotage and theft only serve to deepen their suspicions.\nOn top of that, Mara begins to feel torn between her duty to the New Republic and her troubled respect for the Empire.\nThe expedition reaches its destination: the remains of the Dreadnaughts that made up the Outbound Flight project.\nNot only are the ships fairly intact, but Mara can sense life.\nThere are survivors, possibly hundreds of them.\nSuddenly, everything comes together in a whirlwind of events.\nThe supposedly peaceloving Geroons instead are revealed to be the bloodthirsty Vagaari, who desire revenge against the Chiss and Outbound Flight for their defeat at the hand of Admiral Thrawn years before.\nLuke, Mara, the Chiss, the Imperials, and the embittered survivors now must work together against the Vagaari if any of them are to come out alive.\nThey manage to defeat the Vagaari, who in turn sabotage the Chaf Envoy and commandeer one of the Dreadnaughts.\nThe Vagaari then head back through the Redoubt to attack the Chiss command center, leaving Luke, Mara, and the others practically stranded.\nFollowing the welcome discovery of a Delta-Twelve Skysprite, however, Luke and Mara are soon pursuing the rogue Dreadnaught.\nThey catch up to it and make their way aboard.\nThey find out that the main Vagaari "colony ship" is actually a starfighter carrier that is beginning to overwhelm Chiss defenses.\nUsing a fake signal, Luke and Mara trick the Vagaari into believing the Dreadnaught to be a friendly ship.\nHowever, Luke and Mara use the Dreadnaught under their control after a showdown with a droideka and the fanatical Vagaari Estosh, to aid the Chiss fighters and to defeat the other Vagaari forces.\nThe survivors are entrusted into the care of the Empire of the Hand, and Luke and Mara finally have time to settle down and enjoy their marriage.
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conversations.value: the first five paragraphs for this book. Start with the sentence 'Survivor's Quest
  Beside him, Mara stirred'.
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conversations.value: Survivor's Quest
  Beside him, Mara stirred. "They didn't even make it out of ours," she said quietly. "Thrawn intercepted the mission at the edge of Chiss space and destroyed it."
  FOR A LONG MOMENT, MARA JUST STARED AT THE SCREEN, A hundred different thoughts and emotions twisting themselves through her mind. "No," she said, the word popping out without conscious effort. "That's impossible. It has to be a trick."
  He lifted an eyebrow. "The hows and whys are questions none of us can answer right now. The only question you have to deal with is what you're going to do about it."
  Parck shrugged. "I didn't say all the Chiss agreed. I simply said that was the official line. But Formbi and I have spoken on occasion, and the conversations have been reasonably civil."
  He glanced somewhere offscreen. "I've run the numbers on travel to the Crustai system. Assuming you can make at least point three in that ship, you should have just enough time to get there before Formbi's fifteen days are up."
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conversations.value: And on top of all that, the Vagaari had finally begun jamming their comlinks. The only mystery was why they hadn't gotten around to it earlier.
  So here they were, trapped in a narrow corridor with enemies on all sides and no way to call for assistance.
  And as Fel opened fire on the next Vagaari in line, it occurred to him that he was probably going to die.
  It was an odd sensation, that. The possibility of death was always present in combat, of course, and there had been many times when he'd gazed out his clawcraft's canopy at the enemy ships rising to meet him and wondered if this would be the time. But in space combat there was always a chance of survival, even if your ship was blown completely out from under you.
  Fel glanced around, getting his bearings. "Another two or three meters," he said. "Same side of the corridor as the last one."
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conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
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conversations.value: The only mystery was why they hadn't gotten around to it earlier.
  So here they were, trapped in a narrow corridor with enemies on all sides and no way to call for assistance.
  And as Fel opened fire on the next Vagaari in line, it occurred to him that he was probably going to die.
  It was an odd sensation, that. The possibility of death was always present in combat, of course, and there had been many times when he'd gazed out his clawcraft's canopy at the enemy ships rising to meet him and wondered if this would be the time. But in space combat there was always a chance of survival, even if your ship was blown completely out from under you.
  Fel glanced around, getting his bearings. "Another two or three meters," he said. "Same side of the corridor as the last one."
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conversations.value: 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."