星球大战第七章(7)
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"Watch your mouth, kid, or you’ll find yourself floating home. There’s too many of ’em, for one thing. But, we’ll be safe enough once we’ve made the jump into hyperspace." He grinned knowingly. "Can’t nobody track another ship accurately at supralight speeds. Plus, I know a few tricks that ought to lose any persistent stick-tights. I wish I’d known you boys were so popular." "Why?" Luke said challengingly. "Would you have refused to take us?" "Not necessarily," the Corellian replied, refusing to be baited. "But I sure’s hell would’ve boosted your fare." Luke had a retort poised on his lips. It was wiped out as he threw up his arms to ward off a brilliant red flash which gave black space outside the viewport the temporary aspect of the surface of a sun. Kenobi, Solo and even Chewbacca did likewise, since the proximity of the explosion nearly overrode the phototropic shielding. "Here’s where the situation gets interesting," Solo muttered. "How long before you can make the jump?" Kenobi inquired easily, apparently unconcerned that at any second they all might cease to exist. "We’re still within the gravitational influence of Tatooine," came the cool response. "It will be a few minutes yet before the navigation computer can compensate and effect an accurate jump. I could override its decision, but the hyperdrive would likely shred itself. That would give me a nice hold full of scrap metal in addition to you four." "A few minutes," Luke blurted, staring at the screens. "At the rate they’re gaining…" "Traveling through hyperspace isn’t like dusting crops, boy. Ever tried calculating a hyperspace jump?" Luke had to shake his head. "It’s no mean trick. Be nice if we rushed it and passed right through a star or some other friendly spatial phenom like a black hole. That would end our trip real quick." Fresh explosions continued to flare close by despite Chewbacca’s best efforts at evasion. On Solo’s console a red warning light began to flash for attention. "What’s that?" Luke wondered nervously. "We’re losing a deflector shield," Solo informed him with the air of a man about to have a tooth pulled. "Better strap yourselves back in. We’re almost ready to make the jump. It could get bad if we take a near-burst at the wrong moment." Back in the main hold area Threepio was already locked tightly into his seat by metal arms stronger than any acceleration straps. Artoo swayed back and forth under the concussion produced by increasingly powerful energy bursts against the ship’s deflectors. "Was this trip really necessary?" the tall robot muttered in desperation. "I’d forgotten how much I hate space travel." He broke off as Luke and Ben appeared and began strapping themselves back into their chairs. Oddly, Luke was thinking of a dog he had once owned when an immensely powerful something wrenched at the ship’s hull with the strength of a fallen angel. Admiral Motti entered the quiet conference room, his face streaked by the linear lights lining the walls. His gaze went to the spot where Governor Tarkin stood before the curved viewscreen, and he bowed slightly. Despite the evidence of the small green gem of a world entered in the screen, he formally announced, "We have entered the Alderaan system. We await your order." The door signaled and Tarkin made a falsely gentle gesture to the admiral. |
