星球大战第十二章(12)
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"We’re going in," Luke declared as he commenced his dive toward the surface. Wedge and Biggs followed just aft. "Let’s go—Luke," a voice he had heard before sounded inside his head. Again he tapped his helmet and looked around. It sounded as if the speaker were standing just behind him. But there was nothing, only silent metal and nonverbal instrumentation. Puzzled, Luke turned back to his controls. Once more, energy bolts reached out for them, passing harmlessly on both sides as the surface of the battle station charged up into his face. But the defensive fire wasn’t the cause of the renewed trembling Luke suddenly experienced. Several critical gauges were beginning their swing back into the danger zone again. He leaned toward the pickup. "Artoo, those stabilizing elements must have broken loose again. See if you can’t lock it back down—I’ve got to have full control." Ignoring the bumpy ride, the energy beams and explosions lighting space around him, the little robot moved to repair the damage. Additional, tireless explosions continued to buffet the three fighters as they dropped into the trench. Biggs and Wedge dropped behind to cover for Luke as he reached to pull down the targeting visor. For the second time a peculiar hesitation swept through him. His hand was slower yet as he finally pulled the device down in front of his eyes, almost as if the nerves were in conflict with one another. As expected, the energy beams stopped as if on signal and he was barreling down the trench unchallenged. "Here we go again," Wedge declared as he spotted three Imperial fighters dropping down on them. Biggs and Wedge began crossing behind Luke, trying to draw the coming fire away from him and confuse their pursuers. One Tie fighter ignored the maneuvers, continuing to gain inexorably on the rebel ships. Luke stared into the targeting device—then reached up slowly to move it aside. |
