Chapter 7
Click-Clack Clickety-Clack, Click-Clack Clickety-Clack. The almost annoying sound filled the cold, pale dark hallways of the Executer. The pace did not slow or speed up for these steps belonged to stormtroopers. These military soldiers represented the most visible extension of Imperial might. They would strike with precise aim and lethality when needed. Fortunately for them they had blasters, but unfortunately they would not get the chance to use them. The green blade of a lightsaber extended out in front of them, causing the two lead trooper's death. They saw a dark figure come at them and swing left and right slices many troops in half. Soon it was down to two. The warrior stabbed the first one straight on leaving a hole in his stomach. One. The Jedi raised his arm and opened his palm. Then with one swift movement he clenched his fingers together to form a fist. The stormtrooper gasped for breath. He was down on the floor in a few seconds.
This was the art of a Jedi, and a well-taught Jedi at that. Luke Skywalker was growing more in tune with the Force each day. His techniques in the Force were many. If he had lived in the Golden Age of the Jedi, he would be one of the twelve on the council. Or so believed Master Yoda. He was watching young Luke now. With him was Master Obi-wan. Both had retained their human form in the force after death, but right now they were only talking to each other through the Force. "Powerful he has become, Skywalker. I fear he is like his father."
Obi-wan responded, "Yes powerful in the Force like his father, but not as foolish as him."
"Think you do, Master Obi-wan?"
"Well yes." Yoda could tell he was hesitant. "He will become a Jedi. The darkside lingers close though."
"Hmmm…yes it calls to him, the darkside. But impossible to see his fate, for Sidious still clouds our vision. Stupid he is not."
"Sometimes I fear the Jedi may never come back into the galaxy. The Sith have been planning this over a thousand years right under our noses. It's a pity."
"Pity? Pity do you say? No not pity, we feel. But our fault this was. Our corruption. This was the Jedi's own doing."
Yoda's opinion was in fact true. It was they who did not realize a Sith Lord was controlling the galaxy. When the finally realized the truth it was too late. It was this that had brought their downfall. And now look where it had brought them. To an even more corrupt and evil galaxy then before.
Trying to settle the mood they both looked on to Luke, their last hope. He was turning another corridor in the massive maze of long hallways in the Super Star destroyer. Nearing the bridge, he encountered more and more stormtroopers. Though he handled them with ease it was tiring. He would have to save his strength if he was to get to the bridge.
"Please everyone, quiet down." Mon Mothma was in the center of a circular room in the Mon Calamari star cruiser. Her voice sounded stern and yet sad as always. This was a time to be sad though so she had an excuse this time. Around her were the pilots Wedge Antilles, Chewbacca, Han Solo, Lando Calrissian, his trusty alien sidekick Nien Nunb, and a few others. Also around her were Admiral Ackbar, the droids R2-D2 and C3PO, as well as commanders of the ship. After a few seconds the chatter died down.
"Thank you all for coming to this meeting. I'll try to keep it brief. To start off, thank you for all your efforts in defeating the enemy fighters." Mothma seemed a little hesitant. "Everyone did a fantastic job in contributing to our alliance. Unfortunately there are a little over twenty destroyers left in the fleet including the massive Super-star destroyer. Onboard is the kidnapped Princess Organa."
The words still hit Han hard. It was like a knife going through his stomach. He listened as she went on. " Don't worry so much though. Commander Skywalker has boarded the vessel in an attempt to rescue her. But if we were to engage the Imperials we would be barraged from the Super-star destroyer. We couldn't possibly attack for fear of losing our most supportive member in the alliance." Mon Mothma seemed to choke out the words. "But it is up to us, to decide whether or not we should risk our operation for her."
Silence. Pure silence. No one seemed to object the claim. Chewbacca roared to break the quietness. Han finally stood up. He delivered his objection in the love for Leia. "Kill her? Why someone who has been in this rebellion from the start? Why sacrifice her? Please someone tell me cause this is unreasonable."
"We wouldn't stand a chance against that starship, Han." Admiral Ackbar responded. " Don't you see? It would be impossible to last that long without attacking it."
"No. No. There must be some other way." Han pleaded. "A way to stop from attacking, or something." a tear started to form on in his eye.
"Well...maybe there's some generator that powers the starship?" Said Lando. "A sort of invisible power force that controls the Super-star destroyer on Coruscaunt's surface. I mean a ship that big can't last on batteries forever."
"I see your point commander." Mothma said. "Let's have a look shall we?" She backed away from the center of the room and off to the side. Suddenly in her place a round table with control panels on the side lifted from the ground. The lights dimmed and a holo projection of the planet Coruscaunt formed. The planet got bigger as the image zoomed in to the surface. Then underground the surface. Sure enough a hundred or so feet below the Senate district was a huge chamber. A huge sphere almost a mile across supported by energy bindings floated in the center. That was the power generator controlling the main part of Coruscaunt as well as that star destroyer.
"So that acts as some kind of charger?" asked Han. "It charges the Super-star destroyer when stationed at Coruscaunt?
"Precisely." replied Ackbar.
"And how are we gonna get to this thing?"
The admiral inhaled a breathe of air. "According to the Coruscaunt plans, it is accessible through a shaft at the surface. To our disadvantage it is located under this round, rotunda building preventing it from any direct attack."
"Let me get this straight. We have to fly to the surface, blow up that building, go through the shaft, fly into the generator chamber, blow that up, and get back to the surface?"
Everyone allowed this information to soak in for a second. Ackbar answered, "Yes...it will be hard, but if it means saving our princess then yes."
"Okay!" Han replied sarcastically. This'll be a fun He thought. Han would do anything for his love. Anything. He would even die for her.
