星球大战第十章(8)
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"You sense only a part of the force, Darth," Kenobi murmured with the assurance of one to whom death is merely another sensation, like sleeping or making love or touching a candle. "As always, you perceive its reality as little as a utensil perceives the taste of food." Executing a move of incredible swiftness for one so old, Kenobi lunged at the massive shape. Vader blocked the stab with equal speed, riposting with a counterslash that Kenobi barely parried. Another parry and Kenobi countered again, using this opportunity to move around the towering Dark Lord. They continued to trade blows, with the old man now backing toward the hangar. Once, his saber and Vader’s locked, the interaction of the two energy fields producing a violent sparking and flashing. A low buzzing sound rose from the straining power units as each saber sought to override the other. Threepio peeked around the entrance to the docking bay, worriedly counting the number of troopers milling around the deserted freighter. "Where could they be? Oh, oh." He ducked back out of sight just as one of the guards glanced in his direction. A second, more cautious appraisal was more rewarding. It revealed Han Solo and Chewbacca hugging the wall of another tunnel on the far side of the bay. Solo also was nonplussed at the number of guards. He muttered, "Didn’t we just leave this party?" Chewbacca grunted, and both turned, only to relax and lower their weapons at the sight of Luke and the Princess. "What kept you?" Solo quipped mirthlessly. "We ran into," Leia explained, panting heavily, "some old friends." Luke was staring at the freighter. "Is the ship all right?" "Seems okay," was Solo’s analysis. "It doesn’t look like they’ve removed anything or disturbed her engines. The problem’s going to be getting to it." Leia suddenly pointed to one of the opposite tunnels. "Look!" Illuminated by the flare from contacting energy fields, Ben Kenobi and Darth Vader were backing toward the bay. The fight attracted the attention of others beside the Senator. Every one of the guards moved in for a better view of the Olympian conflict. "Now’s our chance," Solo observed, starting forward. All seven of the troopers guarding the ship broke and rushed toward the combatants, going to the Dark Lord’s aid. Threepio barely ducked aside as they ran past him. Turning back into the alcove, he yelled to his companion. "Unplug yourself, Artoo. We’re leaving." As soon as the Artoo unit slipped his sensor arm free of the socket, the two ’droids began to slowly edge out into the open bay. |
