The Death Star has been destroyed. And the Empire is angry.
Enter Inferno Squad, and the new novel bearing the name of the elite strike force, Battlefront II: Inferno Squad by Christie Golden. A prequel to the highly-anticipated videogame Star Wars Battlefront II and set immediately after the events of Rogue One and A New Hope, the book follows the Empire’s response to the destruction of their vaunted battle station. Determined to thwart all threats, Inferno Squad, featuring some of the best Imperial soldiers, goes on a mission to infiltrate and eliminate the Partisans — the rebel faction once led by the legendary Saw Gerrera.
Battlefront II: Inferno Squad arrives on 7/25 and is available now for pre-order; San Diego Comic-Con attendees will be able to purchase a special version of the book, sporting the videogame’s deluxe edition box art and signed by the author, at the Del Rey booth (#2913-F). The audiobook version, thanks to some Force-like synchronicity, will be read by actress Janina Gavankar — Iden Versio of Inferno Squad in the game.
StarWars.com is excited to present an early excerpt below, in which we see the genesis of this Imperial all-star team.
Star Wars fans: meet Inferno Squad.
The four young officers obeyed and turned to look at Admiral Versio expectantly. He had offered them no refreshment, and indeed Iden knew the members of the little gathering could count themselves fortunate they had been invited—or, rather, ordered—to sit.
Versio’s dark eyes roamed over each of the faces turned toward him, settling on his daughter’s. The stern visage gentled, ever so slightly.
“Lieutenant Versio,” he said, “I’m glad you could join us.”
Iden felt a quick flush of warmth. Gideon had been right. Her father was glad to see her.
“Thank you, sir,” she said.
That was, apparently, enough sentimentality for the admiral. He turned to again address the entire gathering. “I direct your attention to the holoprojector in the center of the table.”
Iden went rigid.
She suspected what they were about to see. And she realized it had been she who was responsible for it being here.
Iden watched along with the others, stone-still. The only part of her that moved was the quick pulse of the vein in her slender throat. She saw the battle unfold, again, heard the sound of orders being issued. The countdown. The flash of light, the chaotic careening of her ship.
She forced herself not to look away, but out of the corner of her eye she registered the reactions of her fellows. Meeko’s face displayed shock. Marana’s eyes were wide and her lips parted slightly. Even Gideon had turned a shade paler, and she could tell he was forcing himself not to glance over at her, to illogically confirm with his own eyes yet again if she was all right.
Her father, mercifully, ignored her completely.
“I believe we all know what this is,” Versio said, pausing and then deactivating the hologram. “This recording is currently being analyzed and evaluated as one of a handful recovered from ships that were out of the direct blast area.”
Iden was grateful he didn’t single her out, but from the sidelong glances of Meeko and Marana, she suspected they knew anyway.
“This was a dark day for our Empire. A very dark day. But, as you can imagine, and perhaps already know, we are working on plans for retaliation against the Rebel Alliance on every level open to us. We have plans from the very grand to the very intimate. And the latter is where the four of you come in. There’s a particular front in this battle that I have suggested be addressed, and I have been given authorization to proceed.”
Iden’s father was using that voice. That voice meant something very big, very significant, and very personal to him was going on. That he was including her in it made Iden feel proud—but it also put her on high alert. She sat erect in her chair, her eyes on her father, her breathing slow, and listened.
“Our glorious Death Star was destroyed by something very small indeed—a tiny flaw, implanted by one man who single-mindedly betrayed the Empire over the course of years. One person, in an X-wing fighter, hit a target only two meters wide.”
He squared his shoulders. “We were arrogant,” he said, and only Iden—and, perhaps, Gideon—knew what that admission cost him. “We paid a terrible price for that. And we will not make that mistake again.
“The contribution that one small team can make when it comprises the best of the best is, I believe, both overlooked and invaluable. The distillation of individual accomplishments and skills into a smoothly functioning unit will be something the enemies of the Empire will not be prepared to guard against.
“After careful evaluation, I have decided that the four of you represent the finest the Empire can field.”
It was quite a statement, and they all knew it. Versio clasped his hands behind his back and walked in a predatory circle around the rapt group as he regarded each of them in turn, his eyes searching, laserlike, and piercing, as if trying to plumb their very souls. Gideon and Iden were used to that level of scrutiny, but familiarity made it no less intimidating.
The admiral’s gaze settled on the tall man. “Del Meeko. You worked your way up through the ranks, first as a stormtrooper, then a shoretrooper, then a TIE pilot. You have received several commendations for courage under fire. Your commanders have made notations that you excel at whatever you turn your hand to, but you seem to be particularly gifted with repairing everything—from armor to droids to engines.” Versio smiled thinly. “Your captain did not part with you with good grace.”
Meeko was smart enough not to break eye contact with the admiral, but the mechanically inclined TIE pilot did fidget slightly in his seat as he inclined his head in appreciation of the words.
“Seyn Marana,” Versio continued, turning to the petite young woman. “You possess the gift of eidetic memory, which has served you well throughout your career. You graduated top of your class at the Imperial Academy of Uyter a full year early—and with honors. You speak . . . twenty-seven languages, is that correct?”
He paused to let her answer. In that sweet voice, the very young lieutenant replied, “Twenty-nine, sir.”
Versio’s eyebrows rose. “Twenty-nine,” he said, his voice a gravelly purr. “I stand corrected. You can read and write seven more—it is seven, yes? I’d hate to be mistaken a second time.”
The girl—Iden couldn’t help but think of her that way; clearly Seyn was barely into her twenties at best—seemed to be seriously reconsidering her earlier quick correction of Versio, but she replied,
“Yes, seven, sir.”
“Seven. You are also a master cryptologist. And a superior shot who can take out a foe at over five kilometers.”
Iden regarded the “girl” with considerably more respect.
Now Versio turned to Gideon. Iden, who knew him so well, saw her father’s expression soften with pride. “Gideon Hask. First in his class at Coruscant Imperial University. Served with valor aboard the Mandate, receiving a battlefield promotion and the Crimson Star for exceptional performance against the enemy.
“And finally, Iden Versio. Graduated top of her class at Coruscant Imperial University, with honors. One of a handful of survivors of the Death Star, where she had held the record for most verified kills in battle—and has the melancholy honor of never losing that title.
“Your mission will be to recover information, artifacts, or individuals that could prove harmful to the Empire if they fall into the wrong hands—or if, perchance, such information has already fallen into the wrong hands. You’ll be cleaning things up, as it were. We’ve just borne witness to the level of damage that can be inflicted upon our Empire when such pivotal information is used against us. We cannot, must not, shall not allow this to happen ever again. Is this understood?”
Everyone replied quickly in the affirmative. The admiral nodded.
“You will do as you are instructed. No questions. We need to recover anything and everything, anyone and everyone, who might pose the slightest threat to the Empire. You are all accustomed to being part of something larger than yourselves. To being a part of a vast machine. But this unit will be a microcosm of only four. You’ll be performing the majority of your duties without direction from me—in fact, there may be lengthy periods of time when you will not be in contact with me at all. It is imperative that you learn very quickly how to work together smoothly and efficiently. You’ll find that a great deal of weight will be resting on your shoulders.”
Iden’s heart began to slam slowly against her chest, but she gave no sign of it. It wouldn’t do to register how thrilled these words made her feel. Responsibility was exactly what she wanted. The team as a whole, it seemed, would be given a great deal of it—but she wanted more.
The girl smiled, and for a moment Seyn looked so young that Iden wanted to protect her more than she wanted to fight alongside her. She dismissed the thought. Seyn’s youth surely belied a lot of strength. Garrick Versio would never want anyone on “his team” who wasn’t strong. After all, they were the best of the best.
That logical conclusion meant that the quiet Del Meeko also had something special to offer. And of course, Iden knew Gideon well enough to know how much he brought to the table.
“Any other questions?” There were none. Versio nodded. “Dismissed.”
The four got to their feet, saluted, and turned to go. At the door, though, Gideon hung back, considering, then asked his new commanding officer, “Sir? Does this unit have a name yet?
The faintest of smiles quirked Versio’s lips. “It does,” he replied. “It’s a promise to the rebels.
“It’s called Inferno Squad.”
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