Star Wars Echoes Novels & Stories

I opened my eyes to the dark. “Then let him come.” Far from Hollow Base, beneath the ruins of the first lab, Subject One stood in silence. Behind him, rows of dark figures rose from long-sealed chambers. They are not clones and not soldiers either. They are Echoes, early test subjects that were rejected and forgotten. Now waking. He turned toward them, eyes glowing violet. “She’s ready,” he said. “And so are we.” And the mountain shook.

"Nora, it doesn't need power. It needs the specific gravity of the three things Nana cared about." ​I placed my hand on the first indentation. Liam placed his hand over the heart. And Rowan, clutching a withered, blackened lily from the garden, pressed the flower into the third. ​With a heavy, pneumatic hiss, the hatch spiraled open. ​"Everyone in! Move!" I commanded. ​The forty-two Echoes tumbled into the dark, followed by Sofia and Hestia. I was the last one in, looking back just as the greenhouse doors were kicked open. A Sterling Recovery soldier in a white tactical visor leveled his rifle at me.

"The Silver Moon is obsolete, Elara. You are too emotional. You are too prone to the weaknesses of the heart. The Echoes do not feel rejection. They do not feel fear. They only follow the resonance of the mother." He signaled the Echoes. They didn't roar or snarl. They moved with a silent, terrifying efficiency toward the cooling vents of the lab. They weren't trying to kill us yet. They were moving to secure the infrastructure. They knew exactly how the facility worked because they were part of the facility.

Kane's eyes snapped open, gasping in a desperate breath. And my world exploded in silver fire. The last thing I felt was my power imploding, taking me with it as darkness claimed me. The last thing I heard was Zane screaming my name. Then nothing. Just silence. The silence wasn't empty. It pulsed with ancient power, neither light nor dark but something in between. Time had no meaning here. Space was fluid, constantly shifting. “Welcome, young one.” The voice wasn't the Moon Goddess this time. This was older. Much older.

After Jamie's rescue, after Elara had collapsed from empathic exhaustion, after we'd returned home with enhanced security. E-2 stood in the street again. But this time, something was different. She looked directly at the camera. Not accidentally. Not peripherally. Direct eye contact through the lens. Like she knew we were watching. Like she wanted us to see her. Her expression in that frozen frame was disturbing. Curiosity mixed with something else. Hunger maybe. Or longing. The look of something incomplete recognizing what it lacked. Then she smiled. Not warm child smile. Mechanical approximation of expression she'd observed but didn't understand. Teeth showing but no joy reaching her eyes.

"Trust me." He parked the car and stepped out, coming around to open my door before I could do it myself. His hand rested lightly on the small of my back as he guided me toward the unmarked entrance. The moment we stepped inside, the air changed. It was dark, lit only by a few scattered neon lights that cast an eerie glow. The faint thrum of bass-heavy music vibrated through the floor, growing louder as we descended a narrow staircase. I glanced at Jared, my curiosity giving way to unease. "What is this place?"

"Why are we here? Mommy will be worried." ​The figure turned. Its face was Liam’s—perfectly rendered, down to the scar on his brow. But the eyes... the eyes were two pits of flat, oily yellow. ​"Don't worry, little Alpha," the Echo said. The voice was a perfect replica of Liam’s rich baritone, but it didn't vibrate in the air. It sounded like it was being projected directly into the brain. "Mommy is coming. We're all going to be together in the dark."

The room fell silent. Project Echo. A name no one had heard before. --- At that exact moment... Several hundred kilometers away... A black SUV stopped outside an abandoned observatory hidden deep within a mountain range. The mysterious figure stepped out. Morning fog surrounded the old building. The iron gates slowly opened automatically. Inside... The facility looked untouched by time. Dust covered the halls. Broken equipment lay scattered across the floor. The figure walked directly to the basement. A retinal scanner activated. Identity Confirmed. Welcome Back, Director.

Lucian asked, already lifting Isabella into a fireman’s carry. "I have to recalibrate the gradient coils," Elara said, her voice Tight. "It’s a risk, but the alternative is her becoming a vegetable while Beatrice uses her to pilot an army." The Hallway Stand They reached the Diagnostic Wing just as the first of the "Echoes" rounded the corner. These weren't the hulking guards from earlier. They were men and women in white patient gowns, their eyes milky and vacant, their movements jerky and synchronized like marionettes on the same string.