星球大战第二部第三章(5)
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Just then the voice of a Rebel trooper cut in through the console’s comlink speaker. "This is Echo Station Three-Eight. Unidentified object is in our scope. It’s just over the ridge. We should have visual contact in about—" Without warning the voice filled with fear. "What the—? Oh, no!" A burst of radio static followed, then the transmission broke off completely. Han frowned. "Whatever it is," he said, "it isn’t friendly. Let’s have a look. Come on, Chewie." Even before Han and Chewbacca were out of the chamber, General Rieekan had dispatched Rogues Ten and Eleven to Station Three-Eight. The mammoth Imperial Star Destroyer occupied a position of deadly prominence in the Emperor’s fleet. The sleekly elongated ship was larger and even more ominous than the five wedge-shaped Imperial Star Destroyers guarding it. Together these six cruisers were the most dreaded and devastating warships in the galaxy, capable of reducing to cosmic scrap anything that stayed too close to their weapons. Flanking the Star Destroyers were a number of smaller fighter ships and, darting about this great space armada, were the infamous TIE fighters. Supreme confidence reigned in the heart of every crew member in this Imperial death squadron, especially among the personnel on the monstrous central Star Destroyer. But something also blazed within their souls. Fear—fear of merely the sound of the familiar heavy footsteps as they echoed through the enormous ship. Crew members dreaded these footfalls and shuddered whenever they were heard approaching, brining their much feared, but much respected leader. Towering above them in his black cloak and concealing black headgear, Darth Vader, Dark Lord of Sith, entered the main control deck, and the men around him fell silent. In what seemed to be an endless moment, no sound except those from the ship’s control boards and the loud wheezes coming from the ebony figure’s metal breath screen were to be heard. |
