星球大战第十一章(3)
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In the middle of the main passageway, angry flames raged around a stubby cylindrical shape. A fine white powdery spray issued from Artoo Detoo’s head. Wherever it touched, the fire retreated sharply. Luke tried to relax, to become part of the weapon. Almost without being aware of it, he was firing at a retreating Imperial. When he blinked, it was to see the flaming fragments of the enemy craft forming a perfect ball of light outside the turret. It was his turn to spin and flash the Corellian a grin of triumph. In the cockpit, Leia paid close attention to scattered readouts as well as searching the sky for additional ships. She directed her voice toward an open mike. "There are still two more of them out there. Looks like we’ve lost the lateral monitors and the starboard deflector shield." "Don’t worry," Solo told her, with as much hope as confidence, "she’ll hold together." He gave the walls a pleading stare. "You hear me, ship?" hold together! Chewie, try to keep them on our port side. If we—" He was forced to break off as a Tie fighter seemed to materialize out of nowhere, energy bolts reaching out from it toward him. Its companion craft came up on the freighter’s other side and Luke found himself firing steadily at it, ignoring the immensely powerful energy it threw at him. At the last possible instant before it passed out of range, he swung the weapon’s nozzle minutely, his finger tightening convulsively on the fire control. The Imperial fighter turned into a rapidly expanding cloud of phosphorescing dust. The other fighter apparently considered the shrunken odds, turned, and retreated at top speed. "We’ve made it!" Leia shouted, turning to give the startled Wookie an unexpected hug. He growled at her—very softly. Darth Vader strode into the control room where Governor Tarkin stood staring at a huge, brilliantly lit screen. It displayed a sea of stars, but it was not the spectacular view, which absorbed the Governor’s thoughts at the moment. He barely glanced around as Vader entered. "Are they away?" the Dark Lord demanded. "They’ve just completed the jump to hyperspace. No doubt they are at this very moment congratulating themselves at their daring and success." Now Tarkin turned to face Vader, a hint of warning in his tone. "I’m taking an awful chance, on your insistence, Vader. This had better work. Are you certain the homing beacon is secure aboard their ship?" Vader exuded confidence beneath the reflective black mask. "There is nothing to fear. This will be a day long remembered. It already has been witness to the final extinction of the Jedi. Soon it will see the end of the Alliance and the rebellion." |
