"Don"t all volunteer at once."
He scanned the room. Watching him, Han knew that because of his part in the brawl the day before, he would be one of those picked. But he didn"t mind--not if his suspicions were correct. Rather than give Roke the satisfaction of coercing him, Han stepped forward. "I"ll volunteer.
Beats another day of getting dirt under my fingernails."
Roke looked at him in surprise, then narrowed his eyes in suspicion.
"I"ll go along, too." Kyp Durron stepped beside Han. Han felt a happy warmth swell up inside him, but he pushed it back. He didn"t want to explain anything, not just yet.
Chewbacca yowled in surprise, then grunted a question about Han"s sanity.
"What did he say?" Boss Roke asked.
"He"s volunteering, too," Han said.
Chewie let out an uncomfortable snort of denial but made no further argument.
"One more volunteer," Roke said, then scanned the room. "You, Clorr." He pointed to a former prison worker who had done a lot of damage in Han"s brawl. "I"m taking one guard and you four. Suit up. Let"s go."
Roke didn"t waste any time. By now Han had grown used to pulling on his thermal suit and adjusting the breath mask. He switched on the power pack to start warmth pulsating through his suit. Chewbacca looked ridiculous with his suit"s empty third sleeve limp and taped flat against his torso.
Kyp and Chewbacca kept staring at Han, wondering what he had in mind. Han moved his hands slightly to quell their questions for the time being. Of course he had a plan.
One of the other guards, looking fidgety and uncomfortable, shifted a blaster rifle from shoulder to shoulder.
"Let"s go!" Boss Roke said, and clapped his hands.
The four volunteers and the second guard lined up at the opening to the long metal chamber that housed the floating mine cars. They entered, and Boss Roke disengaged three cars from the long train. Roke and the guard sat up front, while the others crammed into the remaining two cars.
"Hey, how about some of those infrared goggles?" Han called. "If there really is something out there, we"ll need to be able to see where to run."
Roke contemptuously put his own goggles over his eyes.
"You"re expendable." He activated the guidance system on the front car"s controls. The lights went out, and the opposite door groaned open, flooding the compartment with cold, thin air.
"So much for that idea," Han said, then scrambled to put his breath mask in place.
The unenthusiastic prisoner, Clorr, groaned in dismay. Then the floating cars lurched into motion, gaining speed until they bulleted through the tunnels. The air whooshed as the car sped close to crumbling rock tubes from which generations of spice miners had peeled glitterstim deposits.
When the wind of their pa.s.sage drowned out other noises, Kyp leaned closer to Han, speaking through his breath mask. "Okay, so tell me what we got ourselves into."
Han shrugged. "I have an idea, and if I"m right, we can all get out of this mess."
Chewbacca made a skeptical sound but ended in a question.
"Think about it, Chewie. People have been disappearing off and on from the same place--what if they found a way to escape? They"ve been working new tunnels, going into unexplored areas looking for spice, then suddenly a bunch of them don"t come back. You and I know there are plenty of abandoned shafts from the illicit miners that slipped through Imperial security. This planet is honeycombed with entrances to the spice tunnels."
Han paused, hoping they had already figured it out. "Roke"s teams usually have one guard and five blind prisoners. What if they came around the corner and suddenly found an opening to the surface, letting them see again. They could overpower the guard and make their way to freedom.
"Once Roke discovers the way out, though, he"ll block it up and we won"t have another chance. If we"re ever going to get out, if I"m ever going to get back and see Leia and the kids, I"ve got to try. I thought maybe this desperate gamble would be worth it."
"Sounds like a good chance," Kyp said. "I"ve been down here so long, I"m willing to try anything."
Chewbacca agreed, but with somewhat less enthusiasm.
They plunged down and down, whipping around sharp corners. Several times Han thought the rocky walls brushed within a handbreadth of his head, and he tried to crouch down inside the car. He didn"t want to imagine what would happen if Chewbacca"s head struck an outcropping at the speed they were moving.
In the black spice mines Han rapidly lost all conception of time.
He had no idea how long they traveled, how far they went, or how fast the floating cars moved through the tunnels. Boss Roke brought the vehicle to a stop and called for the prisoners to dismount. The guard noisily unshouldered his blaster rifle.
Han paid extra attention to the small noises he heard, building the best mental picture possible of where Boss Roke and the guard were standing at all times. That was something he would need to know if he had to make a quick escape. But they had gone down so deep now, he could not imagine finding a pa.s.sage to the surface.
"Follow me," Boss Roke said. "I want one prisoner up front ahead of me and the guard taking the rear."
Han heard a shove and a gasp, then someone stumbled forward. Was it Kyp? No, from the unpleasant groan he determined that the point man would be Clorr, the former prison worker.
Boss Roke rustled in his pack, withdrawing some piece of equipment.
Han heard an electronic clicking and pinging sound. It was some sort of detector. Han strained his ears, listening to the tones change as Roke moved the scanner from side to side.
"Spice all around us," Roke said. "Just as we thought, and the concentration seems even higher up ahead. Move forward."
Clorr stumbled into the blackness, followed by Boss Roke. Han walked blindly. He felt Kyp taking hold of his waist, and he heard Chewbacca"s breath echoing behind his breath mask.
As they went farther, the tunnels grew colder and colder. Han"s naked fingers crackled when he bent them. He turned up the heat in his suit, but the warmth comforted him little.
The electronic clicks from Roke"s detector grew louder.
"Concentration increasing," he said. "These are some of the densest, freshest veins of spice we"ve ever uncovered. There"ll be a lot more work for you prisoners to do."
The detector clicked, and they shuffled ahead. Other than their own noises, the spice tunnel seemed a mouth of silence. Han thought he heard a sudden scuttling noise farther down the pa.s.sage, something ma.s.sive that moved, stopped, moved again, then slowly began to come back, as if stalking. Up front Clorr muttered to himself, but Han heard Boss Roke shove him onward.
"The reading gets stronger right up around the corner." Boss Roke"s gravelly voice carried a childlike hint of excitement. "I"m going to have to recalibrate this sensor."
Han heard the distant skittering sound again, but it seemed farther ahead. It wasn"t a noise that anyone in their party had made. It sounded like sharp metal points ticking against gla.s.s.
The tenor of shuffling human footsteps changed as they turned the corner. "Spice reading is off the scale!" Boss Roke cried.
Suddenly Clorr screamed.
"Hey!" Roke said.
Clorr screamed again, but the sound came from much deeper in the tunnel, as if something had yanked him away and fled, carrying him to a secret lair.
"Where are--" Roke said, then he, too, gave a startled shout.
Han heard booted feet turning around, running back. Han nudged Kyp aside, back the way they had come. "Watch yourself!"
Boss Roke stumbled into Han, then fell backward. Han reeled against the rocky wall but kept his balance. Roke clawed at the floor, desperate to flee.
"Turn around!" Han shouted to Kyp, giving the young man a push toward the floating cars. "What is it?" he yelled to Boss Roke. He heard the pointy, ticking sound again, moving closer, skittering like many sharp legs that ended in stiletto claws.
Roke screamed, then gave an oooof! as the air was knocked out of him. Han heard a thud as the man hit the ground, but Roke clambered to his feet again, or at least to his knees, crawling forward.
As Han started to run, Roke grabbed his leg and held on. Han tried to jerk free, shouting, "Stop it! We"ve got to get out of here!"
But before Roke could let go, something behind him--something very large and very, very close--grabbed Roke and yanked him backward, breaking his grip. Roke"s fingernails were like claws as he tried to grasp the slick fabric of Han"s thermal suit, but with a quick whisking sound he was dragged away down the tunnel, still gurgling and crying out.
In the darkness Han could see nothing at all.
"Run!" Han shouted.
Chewbacca roared, then plowed like a demolition vehicle into the guard behind him. Kyp followed the Wookiee and leaped over the fallen man, but Han stumbled on him, sprawling flat on the broken rocky floor.
n.o.body could see anything.
The guard scrambled to his knees and started thrashing and pummeling as if Han were the enemy. But Han, blinded and desperate, grabbed for something else. He s.n.a.t.c.hed at the infrared goggles on the guard"s face and pulled them free.
The walls were closing in around him. The screams and sounds of panicked fleeing and the tick tick noise of the approaching monstrous thing made claustrophobic thunder around him.
The fallen guard"s wail of sudden blindness and dismay was m.u.f.fled by his breath mask. He clutched at Han, but Han knocked the breath mask free. The escaping oxygen made a whistling sound. The guard had to release Han to replace his mask.
Han scrabbled forward. He had to see. They needed to find the floating cars so they could get away. "Run, Chewie! Straight ahead! Make sure Kyp goes with you!"
He slapped the goggles over his head. He heard the scuttling, thumping sounds of the sharp, scampering legs again. Had an army of the things come to attack, or was it just one very large specimen with many legs?
Looking through the goggles, he could see the bright blob of the fallen guard"s infrared signature and the fleeing brilliant shapes of Kyp and Chewbacca. He heard the thunder of hard, pointed legs coming back up the tunnel, stampeding down on them.
The guard moved, clambered to his feet, and began stumbling behind Han, but the man could not see. He weaved back and forth and struck the wall, smacking his head on a hard outcropping. Running, monstrous feet came closer, like a patter of meteorites pelting the side of a ship. The guard screamed.
Han turned around to watch him, but he saw nothing else in the blackness of the tunnel, no shape, no signature, no body heat from any creature--nothing that was alive.
The guard suddenly froze, as if a giant invisible hand had grabbed him from behind. Then Han saw, to his horror, the silhouette of a long, spindly leg reaching around in front of the guard"s waist and another one clipped over his shoulder, totally black, like a cutout from the infrared form of the guard. The man struggled and wailed.
The guard yanked at something--his blaster rifle. Han gasped as a brilliant lance erupted in the pitch darkness, striking against the multi-legged thing, illuminating it for the shaved splinter of a heartbeat. Han saw what seemed to be a writhing ma.s.s of sharp twigs, a rat"s nest of spindly legs and claws and fangs intermixed with eyes--many, many eyes. Then the creature absorbed all the light, plunging the tunnels back into opaque blindness.
The guard was lifted high in the air and turned around. Other shadows of the icicle legs wrapped around him. The glowing rectangle of the thermal suit"s battery pack burned brilliantly in the infrared, but one of the sharp claws thrust into x like a stinger. Sparks flew into the darkness, leaving glimmers in front of Han"s eyes.
As Han ran backward, stumbling and tripping, he saw the man"s infrared outline grow dim as he became as cold as his surroundings. The creature, whatever it was, must be draining or feeding on energy, on body heat or anything it could find in the cold empty tunnels.
"Keep running!" Han yelled, now that he could see the forms ahead.
He made out a dim glow of warmth still radiating from the floating mine transport. "The car"s right in front of you, Chewie! Get on it!"
The Wookiee b.u.mped into the metal side of the vehicle and dragged himself to a stop. Chewbacca reached over and grabbed Kyp, hauling him into the seat of the car.
Then Han heard the clacking, scrambling footsteps behind him again, charging down the tunnel. He was the next one in line. He dashed ahead, gasping, tripping on debris and b.u.mping into walls he could not see. His blood had turned to ice water.
Chewbacca fumbled along the control panel of the floating mine car, trying to distinguish the b.u.t.tons in the dark. Han kept running. The sounds of the sharp legs grew louder, rumbling.
Han risked a glance over his shoulder. Though he could hear the thing charging at top speed after him, he could see nothing in the darkness, nothing at all. He reached the floating car and leaped in.
"Just punch return, Chewie! Hit anything!"
Chewbacca hit the start b.u.t.ton, and the car pivoted on its axis to move back in the direction they had come.
The galloping sounds of the ice-pick-legged creature skittered faster and faster. The floating mine car picked up speed, but the creature kept coming behind it. Han still couldn"t see it with the infrared goggles.
With a loud spang something struck the back car, rocking it sideways and slamming it against the side wall of the tunnel. Sparks flew as it sc.r.a.ped along the rocks, but the vehicle continued to accelerate.
Han heard a hollow roar behind them, and then they left the noises farther and farther away. The creature ceased chasing them. The darkness rolled ahead like a great black vacuum.
Han knew they were automatically heading back to the muster room.
Chewbacca groaned and roared at him. Kyp sat panting in terror. "What did you see?" Kyp asked.
"I don"t know," Han said. "Nothing like I"ve ever seen before."
Chewbacca chuffed in anger and annoyance and immense relief, and Han sighed. "I agree. This wasn"t one of my smarter ideas."
Luke Skywalker showed Gantoris the wonders of the universe. He took his pa.s.senger into orbit in the modified shuttle, letting the man look down on the doomed planet of Eol Sha. The too-close moon hung above the world like a raised fist against a curtain of stars.
Igniting the shuttle"s sublight engines, Luke soared into the blazing wonder of the Cauldron Nebula as Gantoris stared out the viewports into the chaotic, glowing gases. Then they plunged down the endless, other-dimensional hole through hypers.p.a.ce, shortcutting across the galaxy.
To Bespin.
During the uneventful trip Luke began telling Gantoris about the Force, about the training the candidates would undergo at the proposed Jedi academy. Now that he had agreed to come along, Gantoris seemed willing and even eager to understand the strange echoes and feelings that had touched his mind throughout his life.
The hum of the shuttle"s powerful engines and the giddy, abstract swirls of hypers.p.a.ce were conducive to beginning a few exercises for awakening Gantoris"s potential. Luke was surprised at the man"s powers of concentration, at how he could close his eyes and sink into his mind undistracted. Luke had been an impatient young man during his own Jedi training; Gantoris had had a much harsher upbringing, making him grim and enduring.
"Reach out and feel your mind, feel your body, feel the universe surrounding you. The Force stretches around and through everything.
Everything is a part of everything else."
Luke paid close attention to what he asked Gantoris to do. Obi-Wan Ken.o.bi had spent some time training Luke, and Yoda had spent much more.
But Luke had also undergone the abortive training of Joruus C"baoth as well as learning the powers of the dark side during his time with the resurrected Emperor.
Luke could not forget that Obi-Wan"s training had also transformed Anakin Skywalker into Darth Vader. Would it be worth bringing back the Jedi Knights if the price was the creation of another Vader? Gantoris"s ominous dreams of a "dark man" who would show him power and then destroy him made Luke very uneasy.
By the time Luke brought the shuttle out of hypers.p.a.ce on an approach to Bespin, he thought Gantoris might be overwhelmed with new sights. But the stern man gawked out the viewports like a child, awed by the roiling gas planet where Lando Calrissian had once run Cloud City.
The sight of the swirling planet suddenly brought back some of the greatest horrors in Luke"s life. He squeezed his eyes shut as he felt the sting of those memories.
Gantoris, in the pa.s.senger compartment behind him, bent forward.
"Is something wrong? I just sensed a strong flow of emotions from you."