Star Wars: Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back

by Donald F. Glut

  But throwing aside any fragment of doubt, Luke gripped the smoothly finished handle of his lightsaber and quickly ignited the laser blade.

  At the same instant, Vader ignited his own laser sword and quietly waited for the young Skywalker to attack.

  His great hatred for Vader impelled Luke to lunge at him savagely, bringing his sizzling blade down upon Vader’s. But effortlessly, the Dark Lord deflected the blow with a defensive turn of his own weapon.

  Again Luke attacked. Once again their energy blades clashed.

  And then they stood, staring at one another for an endless moment through their crossed lightsabers.

  = XIII =

  SIX Imperial stormtroopers guarded Lando, Leia, and Chewbacca as they marched through the inner corridor of Cloud City. They reached an intersection when twelve of Lando’s guards, and his aide, arrived to block their path.

  “Code Force Seven,” Lando commanded as he stopped in front of his aide.

  At that moment the twelve guards aimed their laser weapons at the startled stormtroopers, and Lando’s aide calmly took the six troopers” weapons from them. He handed one of the guns to Leia and one to Lando, then waited for the next order.

  “Hold them in the security tower,” the Cloud City administrator said. “Quietly! No one must know.”

  The guards and Lando’s aide, carrying the extra weapons, marched the stormtroopers away to the tower.

  Leia had watched this rapid turn of events in confusion. But her confusion turned to astonishment when Lando, the man who had betrayed Han Solo, began removing Chewbacca’s bonds.

  “Come on,” he urged. “We’re getting out of here.”

  The Wookiee’s giant hands were freed at last. Not caring to wait for explanations, Chewbacca turned toward the man who had freed him, and with a blood-curdling roar, lunged at Lando and began to throttle him.

  “After what you did to Han,” Leia said, “I wouldn’t trust you to—”

  Lando, desperately trying to free himself from Chewbacca’s ferocious grip, tried to explain. “I had no choice,” he began—but the Wookiee interrupted him with an angry bark.

  There’s still a chance to save Han,” Lando gasped. “They’re at the East Platform.”

  “Chewie,” Leia said at last, “let go!”

  Still fuming, Chewbacca released Lando and glared at him as Calrissian fought to regain his breath.

  “Keep your eyes on him, Chewie,” Leia cautioned as the Wookiee growled threateningly.

  “I have a feeling,” Lando muttered under his breath, “that I’m making another big mistake.”

  The stout little R2 unit meandered up and down the corridor, sending his scanners in every possible direction as he tried to detect some sign of his master—or of any kind of life. He realized he was dreadfully turned around and had lost track of how many meters he had traveled.

  As Artoo Detoo turned a corner he spotted a number of forms moving up the corridor. Beeping and whistling droid greetings, he hoped that these were friendly sorts.

  His tooting was detected by one of the creatures, who began to call out to him.

  “Artoo. . . Artoo. . .” It was Threepio!

  Chewbacca, still carrying the semiassembled See Threepio, quickly turned around to see the stubby R2 droid rolling their way. But as the Wookiee turned, Threepio was spun out of sight of his friend.

  “Wait!” the aggravated Threepio demanded. “Turn around, you woolly. . . Artoo, hurry! We’re trying to save Han from the bounty hunter.”

  Artoo scooted forward, beeping all the way, and Threepio patiently replied to his frantic questions.

  “I know. But Master Luke can take care of himself.” At least that was what See Threepio kept telling himself as the group continued its search for Han.

  On the East Landing Platform of Cloud City, two guards shoved the frozen body of Han Solo through a side hatchway of the Slave I. Boba Fett climbed up a ladder next to the opening and boarded his ship, ordering it sealed as soon as he entered the cockpit.

  Fett ignited his ship’s engines and the craft began rolling across the platform for takeoff.

  Lando, Leia, and Chewbacca raced onto the platform in time only to see the Slave 1 lifting off and soaring into the orange and purple of the Cloud City sunset. Raising his blaster, Chewbacca howled and fired the weapon at the departing spaceship.

  “It’s no use,” Lando told him. “They’re out of range.”

  All but Threepio gazed at the departing craft. Still strapped to Chewbacca’s back, he saw something that the others had not yet noticed.

  “Oh, my, no!” he exclaimed.

  Charging the group was a squad of Imperial stormtroopers, blasts already issuing from their drawn blasters. The first bolt narrowly missed Princess Leia. Lando responded quickly in returning the enemy fire, and the air was ablaze with a brilliant criss-cross of red and green laser bolts.

  Artoo scooted over to the platform’s elevator and hid inside, peeking out to see the fury of the battle from a safe distance.

  Lando shouted above the sounds of the blasters. “Come on, let’s move!” he called, breaking for the open elevator and blasting at the stormtroopers as he ran.

  But Leia and Chewbacca did not move. They stood their ground and kept up a steady fire against the assault of the stormtroopers. Troopers groaned and dropped as their chests, arms, and stomachs erupted under the fatally accurate aim of this one female human and one male Wookiee.

  Lando, sticking his head out of the elevator, tried to get their attention, motioning them to run. But the two seemed possessed as they blasted away, getting retaliation for all of their anger and captivity and the loss of one they both loved. They were determined to extinguish the lives of these minions of the Galactic Empire.

  Threepio would gladly have been anywhere else. Unable to get away, all he could do was frantically yell for help. “Artoo, help me!” he screamed. “How did I get into this? What a fate worse than death it is to be strapped to the back of a Wookiee!”

  “Get in here!” Lando shouted again. “Hurry up! Hurry up!”

  Leia and Chewbacca began to move toward him, evading the erupting rain of laser fire as they rushed inside the waiting elevator. As the elevator doors closed, they glimpsed the remaining troopers racing at them.

  Lightsabers clashed in Luke Skywalker and Darth Vader’s battle on the platform above the carbon-freezing chamber.

  Luke felt the shaking platform shudder with every blow and parry and thrust of their weapons. But he was undaunted, for with every thrust of his sword he drove the evil Darth Vader back.

  Vader, using his lightsaber to ward off Luke’s aggressive lunges, spoke calmly as they fought. “The fear does not reach you. You have learned more than I anticipated.”

  “You’ll find I’m full of surprises,” the confident youth retorted, threatening Vader with yet another thrust.

  “And I, too,” was the calm, portentous reply.

  With two graceful moves, the Dark Lord hooked Luke’s weapon out of his hands and sent it flying away. A slash of Vader’s energy blade at Luke’s feet made the youth jump back in an effort to protect himself. But he stumbled backward, and tumbled down the stairs.

  Sprawled on the platform, Luke gazed up and saw the ominous dark figure looming above him at the top of the stairs. Then the figure flew right at him, its sable cloak billowing out in the air like the wings of a monstrous bat.

  Quickly Luke rolled to one side, not taking his eyes off Vader, as the vast black figure landed soundlessly next to him.

  “Your future lies with me, Skywalker,” Vader hissed, looming over the crouching youth. “Now you will embrace the dark side. Obi-Wan knew this to be true.”

  “No!” Luke yelled, trying to fight off the evil presence.

  “There is much Obi-Wan did not tell you,” Vader continued. “Come, I will complete your training.”

  Vader’s influence was incredibly strong; it seemed to Luke like a thing alive.

  Do
n’t listen to him, Luke told himself. He is trying to trick me, to lead me astray, to lead me to the dark side of the Force, just like Ben warned me!

  Luke began to back away from the advancing Sith Lord. Behind the youth, the hydraulic elevator cover silently opened, ready to receive him.

  “I’ll die first,” Luke proclaimed.

  “That won’t be necessary.” The Dark Lord suddenly lunged at Luke with his lightsaber, so forcefully that the youth lost his balance and tumbled into the gaping opening.

  Vader turned away from the freezing-pit and casually deactivated his lightsaber. “All too easy,” he shrugged. “Perhaps you are not as strong as the Emperor thought.”

  As he spoke, molten metal began to pour into the opening behind him. And, while his back was still turned, something rose in a blur upward.

  “Time will tell,” Luke quietly replied to Vader’s remark.

  The Dark Lord spun around. At this point in the freezing process, the subject certainly shouldn’t be able to speak! Vader glanced around the room and then turned his helmeted head up toward the ceiling.

  Hanging from some hoses draped across the ceiling, Luke was suspended, having leaped some five meters into the air to escape the carbonite.

  “Impressive,” Vader admitted, “your agility is impressive.”

  Luke dropped back to the platform on the other side of the steaming pit. He reached his hand out and his sword, lying on another part of the platform, flew back into his grip. Immediately the lightsaber ignited.

  Vader’s sword sprang to life at the very same moment. “Ben has taught you well. You have controlled your fear. Now release your anger. I destroyed your family. Take your revenge.”

  But this time Luke was cautious and more controlled. If he could subdue his anger, as he had finally controlled his fear, he would not be swayed.

  Remember the training, Luke cautioned himself. Remember what Yoda taught! Cast out all hatred and anger and receive the Force!

  Gaining control over his negative feelings, Luke began to advance, ignoring Vader’s goading. He lunged at Vader and, after a quick exchange, began to force him back.

  “Your hatred can give you the power to destroy me,” Vader tempted. “Use it.”

  Luke began to realize just how awesomely powerful his dark enemy was, and softly told himself, “I will not become a slave to the dark side of the Force,” and moved cautiously toward Vader.

  As Luke approached, Vader slowly moved backward in retreat. Luke lunged at him with a powerful swing. But when Vader blocked it, he lost his balance and fell into the outer rim of steaming pipes.

  Luke’s knees nearly buckled with the exhaustion of battling his fearsome opponent. He gathered his strength and cautiously moved to the edge and looked down. But he saw no sign of Vader. Switching off his lightsaber and hooking it into his belt, Luke lowered himself into the pit.

  He dropped to the floor of the pit and found himself in a large control and maintenance room that overlooked the reactor powering the entire city. Looking around the chamber, he noticed a large window; standing silhouetted in front of it was the unmoving figure of Darth Vader.

  Luke slowly moved closer to the window and reignited his lightsaber.

  But Vader did not light his own sword, nor did he make any effort to defend himself as Luke drew nearer. The Dark Lord’s only weapon, in fact, was his tempting voice. “Attack,” he goaded the young Jedi. “Destroy me.”

  Confused by Vader’s ploy, Luke hesitated.

  “Only by taking your revenge can you save yourself. . .”

  Luke stood locked in place. Should he act on Vader’s words and thus use the Force as a tool of revenge? Or should he step away from this battle now, hoping for another chance to fight Vader when he had gained better control?

  No, how could he delay the opportunity to destroy this evil being? Here was his chance, now, and he must not delay. . .

  There might never again be such an opportunity!

  Luke grasped his deadly lightsaber in both hands, tightly gripping the smooth handle like an ancient broadsword and raising the weapon to deliver the blow that would slay this masked horror.

  But before he could swing, a large piece of machinery detached itself from the wall behind him and came hurtling at his back. Turning instantly, Luke flashed his lightsaber and cut the thing in half, and the two massive pieces crashed to the floor.

  A second piece of machinery sped toward the youth, and again he used the Force to deflect it. The weighty object bounced away as if it had struck an unseen shield. Then a large pipe came tumbling toward him through the air. But even as Luke repelled that enormous object, tools and pieces of machinery came flying at him from all directions. Then wires, that pulled themselves out of the walls, came twisting and sparking and whipping at him.

  Bombarded on all sides, Luke did what he could to deflect the assault; but he was beginning to get bloodied and bruised in the attempt.

  Another large piece of machinery glanced off Luke’s body and crashed out the large window, letting in the screaming wind. Suddenly everything in the room was blown about, and the fierce wind lashed Luke’s body and filled the room with a bansheelike howl.

  And in the very center of the room, standing still and triumphant, was Darth Vader.

  “You are beaten,” the Dark Lord of the Sith gloated. “It is useless to resist. You will join me or you will join Obi-Wan in death!”

  As Vader spoke those words, a final piece of heavy machinery soared through the air, striking the young Jedi and knocking him through the broken window. Everything became a great blur as the wind carried him, tossing and rolling, until he managed to grab hold of a beam with one hand.

  When the wind subsided a bit and his vision cleared, Luke realized that he was hanging from the gantry of the reactor shaft outside the control room. When he gazed down he saw what appeared to be an endless abyss. A wave of dizziness swept over him and he squeezed his eyes closed in an effort to keep from panicking.

  Compared to the podlike reactor from which he hung, Luke was no more than a speck of squirming matter, while the pod itself—just one of many jutting from the circular, light-dotted inner wall—was no more than a speck itself in comparison with the rest of the immense chamber.

  Grasping the beam firmly with only one hand, Luke managed to hook his lightsaber on to his belt and then grab the beam with both hands. Hoisting himself up, he scrambled onto the gantry and stood on it, just in time to see Darth Vader walking toward him down the shaft.

  As Vader approached Luke, the public address system began to blare, echoing through the cavernous rooms: “Fugitives heading toward Platform 327. Secure all transports. All security forces on alert.”

  Walking menacingly toward Luke, Vader predicted, “Your friends will never escape and neither will you.”

  Vader took another step, and Luke immediately raised his sword, ready to renew the battle.

  “You are beaten,” Vader stated with horrifying certainty and finality. “It is useless to resist.”

  But Luke did resist. He lunged at the Dark Lord with a vicious blow, bringing his sizzling laser blade to crash onto Vader’s armor and sear through to the flesh. Vader staggered from the blow, and it seemed to Luke that he was in pain. But only for a moment. Then, once again, Vader began to move toward him.

  Taking another step, the Dark Lord warned, “Don’t let yourself be destroyed as Obi-Wan was.”

  Luke was breathing hard, cold sweat dropping from his forehead. But the sound of Ben’s name instilled a sudden resolve in him.

  “Calm—” he reminded himself. “Be calm.”

  But the grimly cloaked specter stalked toward him along the narrow gantry, and it seemed he wanted the young Jedi’s life.

  Or worse, his fragile soul.

  Lando, Leia, Chewbacca, and the droids hurried down a corridor. They turned a corner and saw the door to the landing platform standing open. Through it they glimpsed the Millennium Falcon waiting for their escape. B
ut suddenly the door slammed shut. Ducking into an alcove, the group saw a squad of stormtroopers charging them, their laser guns blasting as they ran. Chunks of wall and floor shattered and flew into the air with the impact of the ricocheting energy beams.

  Chewbacca growled, returning the stormtroopers” fire with savage Wookiee rage. He covered Leia, who punched desperately at the door’s control panel. But the door failed to budge.

  “Artoo!” Threepio called. “The control panel. You can override the alert system.”

  Threepio gestured at the panel, urging the little robot to hurry, and pointing out a computer socket on the control board.

  Artoo Detoo scooted toward the control panel, beeping and whistling as he scurried to help.

  Twisting his body to avoid the burning laser bolts, Lando feverishly worked to connect his corn-link to the panel’s intercom.

  “This is Calrissian,” he broadcast over the system. “The Empire is taking control of the city. I advise you to leave before more Imperial troops arrive.”

  He switched off the communicator. Lando knew that he had done what he could to warn his people; his job now was to get his friends safely off the planet.

  Meanwhile, Artoo removed a connector cover and inserted an extended computer arm into the waiting socket. The droid issued a short beep that suddenly turned into a wild robot scream. He began to quiver, his circuits lighting up in a mad display of flashing brilliance, and every orifice in his hull spewing smoke. Lando quickly pulled Artoo away from the power socket. As the droid began to cool off, he directed a few wilted beeps Threepio’s way.

  “Well, next time you pay more attention,” Threepio replied defensively. “I’m not supposed to know power sockets from com puter feeds. I’m an interpreter—”

  “Anybody else got any ideas?” Leia shouted as she stood firing at the attacking stormtroopers.

  “Come on,” Lando answered over the din of the battle, “we’ll try another way.”

  The wind that shrieked though the reactor shaft entirely absorbed the sounds of the clashing lightsabers.