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DIVERSITY ALLIANCE
by
KEviN J. ANDERSon and REBECCA MOESTA

BOULEVARD BOOKS, NEW YORK

To Steve Sansweet, a fellow Star Wars enthusiast from day one,
for your friendship and for helping us keep our sense of humor

acknowledgments

Writing each volume of the Young Jedi Knights requires a lot of
help from many different people Sue Rostoni, Allan Kausch, and Lucy
Wilson at Lucasfilm Licensing; Ginjer Buchanan and Jessica Faust at
Boulevard Books; A. C. Crispin for helping us create Raynar's parents;
Lillie E. Mitchell, Catherine Ulatowski, Katie Tyree, and Angela Kato
at WordFire, Inc.; and Jonathan Cowan, our first test-reader.
A special thanks to all of the fans and devoted readers who have
enjoyed this series so much and urged us to tell the further adventures
of Jacen, Jaina, Tenel Ka, and Lowbacca. Your enthusiasm and support
give us the energy we need to write these stories.



THE RAGTAG GROUP of ships drifted through space, maintaining
silence, broadcasting no telltale signal that could give away their
location.
This assortment of merchant vessels, scout cruisers, and security
ships had been cobbled together over the course of two decades by the
noble Thul family of Alder-aanto form a trading fleet. Since most of
the family had been off-planet when Alder-aan was destroyed, the Thuls
had moved to Coruscant, the commercial and governmental center of the
galaxy. Through shrewd investments, they had built the remnants of
their ancient wealth into Bornaryn Trading, a powerful galactic company
with a steady flow of cargo and burgeoning business on countless
routes.
At the moment, though, the merchant fleet had no known
destination.
The vessels huddled close together in an empty space between the
stars, keeping themselves safe. Security starfighters flitted
protectively along the edges of the convoy, while the other craft
clustered in the center like a school of nervous glim-merfish.
On the Tradewyn, the flagship of the Bomaryn fleet, Aryn Dro Thul
stood proudly on the observation deck. She wore a simple gown of
midnight blue shot with silver that complemented her braided chestnut
hair.
A sash of scarlet, yellow, orange, and purple was tied loosely
about her waist. Though slight of build, Aryn projected an air of
dignity that often fooled those she met into thinking her a tall woman.
As she stared through the main windowport, her intelligent blue