Why now? Luke mentally asked himself. He went over to his datacard-cluttered table and grabbed his comlink. After pressing a few buttons, static blared out at him.
I'm being jammed?! Luke groaned mentally. Great. Just great. Hopefully, it wasn't just him—if it were just him, then he probably had a whole lot of trouble on his hands. He grabbed his lightsaber and slapped the door button, only to find that the door refused to open.
"What in space—?" Luke cut off when he felt the familiar black hole in the Force that an ysalamir brought. His gut tightened as he realized that there must be multiple ysalamiri, as the bubble completely covered him. He couldn't contact Leia or Mara via the Force, his power was gone, and he couldn't use his comlink. Could this get much worse? he wondered before belatedly wishing the thought hadn't come to him, as the situation would surely worsen now.
Swallowing in nervous anticipation, he scrounged beneath his couch's cushions for the blaster that he just hadn't been able to get rid of, even if possession of a blaster was not very Jedi-like.
Backing away from the door, Luke crouched behind the couch for protection, his lightsaber off but easily accessible. He had a feeling that the door was about to—
Bvvvvooooooooom! A detonator made short work of the door, and soon a figure strode through. A weapon-wielding figure that was not playing games.