Star Wars: Shadow of the Sith Book Excerpt Reveals the Names of Reys Parents

SWNN Probe · May 19, 2022

A new excerpt for Star Wars: Shadow of the Sith reveals the names of Rey's parents while they are on the run from agents of the Sith Eternal.

Shadow of the Sith is a new Star Wars novel that explores the backstory of the sequel trilogy, and specifically delves into elements of the backstory revealed in The Rise of Skywalker. Seventeen years after the Battle of Endor, Luke Skywalker sees visions of Exegol, a planet strong with the Dark Side. Luke enlists the help of Lando Calrissian, who is still searching for his daughter that was kidnapped by the Empire at a young age, in an attempt to find answers for this mysterious threat. The two find a lead in the form of Ochi of Bestoon, a Sith assassin who once worked alongside Darth Vader, and a mysterious new foe who also has ties to followers of the Dark Side after the first demise of Darth Sidious.

In the transcript, we learn that Rey's father is named Dathan and that Rey's mother is named Miramir -- no family surname, presumably, to distance themselves from their ties to the most evil person in the galaxy. Rey and her family factor into the plot as their attempts to escape from the Sith Eternal drive the story, and their actions lead Luke and Lando to give chase. Here's a portion of the transcript below:

At first, there was nothing but empty space. And then the ship appeared, mass and form and structure. Here to there, crossing boundless gulfs of space, as easy as pulling a lever. It was almost magical in its simplicity.

Right then, however, the ship's overheating navicomputer begged to differ.

For a moment, the battered old freighter just floated, hanging in space, like a garu-bear coming out of a long hibernation, taking stock of its surroundings.

And then the ship shuddered and began listing to portside, carving a long, slow spiral that was suddenly accelerated as an aft impulse stabilizer failed in a shower of white sparks. The ship's nose dipped even further, the starboard engine now sputtering, a loose cover plate revealing a dangerous red glow from beneath.

For the pilot and her two passengers, the situation had just gone from bad, to worse.

Two days. That was all they'd managed. Two days out from Jakku, limping along in a ship that shouldn't be flying at all, but was the only hulk they'd managed to jack from Unkar Plutt's scrapyard outside of Niima Outpost. And it didn't look like they were going to make it much farther.

Just a few hours earlier, they dared to think that maybe . . . they'd made it? They'd gotten out of their homestead, their all-purpose house droid, handcrafted from more scrap and salvage, sacrificing itself as it led the hunters astray. Then they found the ship (truth be told, they had long ago earmarked it for such a day—a day they hoped would never come). Launched it, just themselves, a bag of toys and books and a handful of credits, the clothes on their backs. Pointed the navicomputer along a vector that would take them way out of range (so they hoped). And buckled in for the ride.

But now? The ship had barely survived the initial trip. Escaping to Wild Space had been a desperate move, but was far from the endgame. It was supposed to be where they could hide, just for a while, take the time to make a plan and plot a course.

Those options now seemed decidedly more limited as they floated adrift. They'd escaped Jakku, only to . . . what? Die in the cold reaches of space, the old freighter now nothing but a tomb for the three of them, lost forever on the outskirts of the galaxy, their passing unmourned, their names unremembered.

Dathan, Miramir.

Rey.

The freighter's interior was as old and battered as the exterior—the flight deck was cramped and functional, the old-fashioned design requiring not just pilot and copilot but navigator, the third seat at the back of the cabin, facing away from the forward viewports. For this trip, they'd had to make do with a crew of just two.

The pilot's seat was occupied by a young woman, her long blond hair corralled loosely with a blue tie that matched the color of her cloak, the sleeves of her cream tunic rolled up as she leaned over the control console in front of her, one hand gripping the uncooperative yoke, the other flying over buttons and switches as she fought to control the shuddering ship. The forward view, as seen through the angled, heavily scratched transparisteel viewport, showed the starscape ahead sliding diagonally as the freighter's spin accelerated.

Behind her, a young man, his dark hair short, the beginnings of a beard over his jaw, knelt on the decking behind the navigator's seat. His arms were wrapped around it and its small occupant, the child cradled in a padded nest formed out of a bright, multicolored blanket, a stark contrast with the drab, greasy gunmetal of the flight deck.

The man craned his neck around as he watched his wife wrestle with the controls, then he stood and leaned down to kiss the head of the six-year-old girl strapped securely in the seat, a large pair of navigator's sound-deadening headphones over her ears. In front of the girl, the ancient navigation panel—a square matrix of hundreds of individual tiny square lights—flashed in multicolored patterns of moving shapes, a simple game the girl's mother had loaded into the auxiliary computer to keep her daughter occupied on the long journey.

The man looked up at the game board, but the girl had stopped playing. He moved around to the front of the chair and saw she had her eyes screwed tightly shut. He leaned in, embracing his daughter.

'I've got you,' Dathan whispered to Rey. 'We're all right. I've got you.'

There was a bang; Dathan felt it as much as he heard it as another part of the strained engines gave up, the small explosion reverberating through the ship. A tear ran down from Rey's closed eyes. Dathan wiped it away, and closed his own eyes, wishing that, for once, a little good luck would come their way.

'Okay, there we go!' Miramir yelled, following her statement with a whoop of triumph. The ship jolted once, and then the steady shaking stopped. Through the forward viewports, the stars were now completely still.

Despite himself, despite their situation, Dathan found himself smiling. He couldn't help it. His wife was a genius and he loved her. He didn't know where she got it from, but she was a natural, like it was genetic. She could fly anything, had been—and still was—a self-taught engineer and inventor. Tinkering, Miramir called it, as though it were nothing, as though she didn't realize just how special her talents were. In the years that he had known her, Dathan had often asked where this gift had come from, but Miramir would just shrug and say her grandmother was a wonderful woman. Dathan knew that to be true—he had met her, several times, before Miramir gave up her life in the twilight forest of Hyperkarn to travel with Dathan. But then . . . where had her grandmother learned it all?

Dathan wanted to know, but over time he'd learned not to ask any further. Miramir missed her grandmother. She missed her home.

That was something else Dathan had tried to understand. To be homesick, to miss something that you could never return to—that was something unknown to him. Oh sure, he could understand it. And yes, he felt something for his days on Hyperkarn, even the years on Jakku, but he wasn't sure it was the same. Neither of those places had been truly home.

He did have a home, a place he could legitimately say he came from. It was a place he revisited a lot, in dreams.

Dreams . . . and nightmares.

'That will hold for a while,' said Miramir, releasing the yoke and reaching up to flick a series of heavy switches in the angled panel above the pilot's position. 'I've rerouted reserve power into the starboard impulse stabilizer, and then pushed the angle of the field way beyond point-seven, but that's fine because—'

She stopped as Dathan dropped into the copilot's seat and looked at her, one eyebrow raised.

'I don't know what any of that means,' he said, 'except that we're safe, right?'

Miramir sat back, her slight form dwarfed by the pilot's seat. She grinned and nodded.

Dathan felt his own grin growing. Miramir's happiness—her relief—was infectious. Maybe they would get out of this after all.

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<p>And then the ship shuddered and began listing to portside, carving a long, slow spiral that was suddenly accelerated as an aft impulse stabilizer failed in a shower of white sparks. The ship's nose dipped even further, the starboard engine now sputtering, a loose cover plate revealing a dangerous red glow from beneath.</p>
<p>For the pilot and her two passengers, the situation had just gone from bad, to worse.</p>

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<p>Two days. That was all they'd managed. Two days out from Jakku, limping along in a ship that shouldn't be flying at all, but was the only hulk they'd managed to jack from Unkar Plutt's scrapyard outside of Niima Outpost. And it didn't look like they were going to make it much farther.</p>
<p>Just a few hours earlier, they dared to think that maybe . . . they'd made it? They'd gotten out of their homestead, their all-purpose house droid, handcrafted from more scrap and salvage, sacrificing itself as it led the hunters astray. Then they found the ship (truth be told, they had long ago earmarked it for such a day—a day they hoped would never come). Launched it, just themselves, a bag of toys and books and a handful of credits, the clothes on their backs. Pointed the navicomputer along a vector that would take them way out of range (so they hoped). And buckled in for the ride.</p>
<p>But now? The ship had barely survived the initial trip. Escaping to Wild Space had been a desperate move, but was far from the endgame. It was supposed to be where they could hide, just for a while, take the time to make a plan and plot a course.</p>
<p>Those options now seemed decidedly more limited as they floated adrift. They'd escaped Jakku, only to . . . what? Die in the cold reaches of space, the old freighter now nothing but a tomb for the three of them, lost forever on the outskirts of the galaxy, their passing unmourned, their names unremembered.</p>
<p>Dathan, Miramir.</p>
<p>Rey.</p>
<p>The freighter's interior was as old and battered as the exterior—the flight deck was cramped and functional, the old-fashioned design requiring not just pilot and copilot but navigator, the third seat at the back of the cabin, facing away from the forward viewports. For this trip, they'd had to make do with a crew of just two.</p>

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<p>The pilot's seat was occupied by a young woman, her long blond hair corralled loosely with a blue tie that matched the color of her cloak, the sleeves of her cream tunic rolled up as she leaned over the control console in front of her, one hand gripping the uncooperative yoke, the other flying over buttons and switches as she fought to control the shuddering ship. The forward view, as seen through the angled, heavily scratched transparisteel viewport, showed the starscape ahead sliding diagonally as the freighter's spin accelerated.</p>
<p>Behind her, a young man, his dark hair short, the beginnings of a beard over his jaw, knelt on the decking behind the navigator's seat. His arms were wrapped around it and its small occupant, the child cradled in a padded nest formed out of a bright, multicolored blanket, a stark contrast with the drab, greasy gunmetal of the flight deck.</p>
<p>The man craned his neck around as he watched his wife wrestle with the controls, then he stood and leaned down to kiss the head of the six-year-old girl strapped securely in the seat, a large pair of navigator's sound-deadening headphones over her ears. In front of the girl, the ancient navigation panel—a square matrix of hundreds of individual tiny square lights—flashed in multicolored patterns of moving shapes, a simple game the girl's mother had loaded into the auxiliary computer to keep her daughter occupied on the long journey.</p>
<p>The man looked up at the game board, but the girl had stopped playing. He moved around to the front of the chair and saw she had her eyes screwed tightly shut. He leaned in, embracing his daughter.</p>

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<p>'I've got you,' Dathan whispered to Rey. 'We're all right. I've got you.'</p>
<p>There was a bang; Dathan felt it as much as he heard it as another part of the strained engines gave up, the small explosion reverberating through the ship. A tear ran down from Rey's closed eyes. Dathan wiped it away, and closed his own eyes, wishing that, for once, a little good luck would come their way.</p>
<p>'Okay, there we go!' Miramir yelled, following her statement with a whoop of triumph. The ship jolted once, and then the steady shaking stopped. Through the forward viewports, the stars were now completely still.</p>
<p>Despite himself, despite their situation, Dathan found himself smiling. He couldn't help it. His wife was a genius and he loved her. He didn't know where she got it from, but she was a natural, like it was genetic. She could fly anything, had been—and still was—a self-taught engineer and inventor. Tinkering, Miramir called it, as though it were nothing, as though she didn't realize just how special her talents were. In the years that he had known her, Dathan had often asked where this gift had come from, but Miramir would just shrug and say her grandmother was a wonderful woman. Dathan knew that to be true—he had met her, several times, before Miramir gave up her life in the twilight forest of Hyperkarn to travel with Dathan. But then . . . where had her grandmother learned it all?</p>

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<p>Dathan wanted to know, but over time he'd learned not to ask any further. Miramir missed her grandmother. She missed her home.</p>
<p>That was something else Dathan had tried to understand. To be homesick, to miss something that you could never return to—that was something unknown to him. Oh sure, he could understand it. And yes, he felt something for his days on Hyperkarn, even the years on Jakku, but he wasn't sure it was the same. Neither of those places had been truly home.</p>
<p>He did have a home, a place he could legitimately say he came from. It was a place he revisited a lot, in dreams.</p>
<p>Dreams . . . and nightmares.</p>
<p>'That will hold for a while,' said Miramir, releasing the yoke and reaching up to flick a series of heavy switches in the angled panel above the pilot's position. 'I've rerouted reserve power into the starboard impulse stabilizer, and then pushed the angle of the field way beyond point-seven, but that's fine because—'</p>
<p>She stopped as Dathan dropped into the copilot's seat and looked at her, one eyebrow raised.</p>
<p>'I don't know what any of that means,' he said, 'except that we're safe, right?'</p>
<p>Miramir sat back, her slight form dwarfed by the pilot's seat. She grinned and nodded.</p>
<p>Dathan felt his own grin growing. Miramir's happiness—her relief—was infectious. Maybe they would get out of this after all.</p>

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The full excerpt can be read on USA Today. A previous transcript revealing Luke Skywalker's vision of Exegol and an unexpected visitor can be read here, while another previous transcript covering the novel's new (but possibly familiar) antagonist here.

Star Wars: Shadow of the Sith will be released on June 28, 2022.

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p03 · May 19, 2022

Finally, peace at last......

madcatwoman17 · May 20, 2022

Does it really matter? They were in TROS for about five minutes...and let's face it, Rey not only rejected Palpatine but she rejected THEM when she chose the Skywalker name for herself.
I find it funny (peculiar) that DLF are so obsessed with 'what went before'....why aren't they coming up with post TROS stories featuring their new 'Skywalker'?

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