Post by Force_Flow on Dec 12, 2007 13:10:47 GMT -4
Threepio had accidentally left the comlink transmitter on top of the controls for the docking bay. Fortunately, when the stormtroopers finally shattered the lock and stormed into the office, their attention was immediately drawn to the bodies of the gantry officers and his aide. One of the white-armored Imperials gestured to one of the computer terminals. “Take over,” he commanded one of his comrades. Directing another’s to the gantry officer’s body, he said, “See to him.”
The Squad Leader surveyed the room with a practiced eye. Immeadiatly he noticed the noise coming from the supply closest. The lock on the closet blinked red. He took position on the side of the door and pressed to button. As the door slid open, the Squad Leader aimed his blaster at the two droids.
“They’re madmen!” Threepio exclaimed. ”They’re heading for the prison level. If you hurry, you might catch them!”
The Squad Leader turned to his five remaining comrades. “Follow me. You stand guard.”
“Come on,” said the protocol droid. As they moved away from the supplies, the remaining stormtrooper raised his blaster rifle. “Oh! All this excitement has overrun a few circuits in my counterpart here. If you don’t mind I would like to take him down to maitnence.”
“All right.”
Threepio and Artoo hurried out of the office.
--
“Threepio!” Luke shouted. The garbage walls continued to move closer. “Threepio! Come in!”
Chewbacca whined and pushed against the wall with his large hands. Han and Leia worked together, trying to brace a long pole between the contacting walls. Scout and Naos were helping Chewie push. All around them garbage was snapping a popping together. His hand slid into something wet and mushy bearing a sharp odor, and Luke gagged.
Leia began slipping down into the trash. Both Darrina and Han placed their arms around her waist, struggling to lift her up. “Get to the top!” Han commanded.
“I can’t/”
Luke hung on to the comlink transmitter and tried again. “Where could he be? Threepio? See-Threepio, will you come in?”
--
Both droids took protective cover behind some plasteel barrels inside the hallway leading to the docking bay. Threepio moved cautiously, straining to see the Falcon. A group of stormtroopers excited the ship, carrying the bodies of the scanning crew who had unwillingly given up their armor. Five soldiers stood guard at the landing ramp, and there was no sign of the others.
“They aren’t here!” said the golden droid with dismay. “Something must have happened to them.” He gestured to the service panel and said, “See if they’ve been captured.”
Artoo extended his computer interface arm and carefully plugged it into the socket. A complex array of electronic sounds spewed from the droid’s head. Impatient and filled with worry, Threepio cried, “Hurry!”
--
In the garbage room, the walls were two meters apart and still closing. Luke, Han, Leia, Chewie, Darrina, Scout, and Naos struggled to avoid being crushed as they climbed the shifting heaps of trash.
“One thing’s for sure,” Han said. “We’re all going to be a lot thinner!” Leia was losing her footing again. “Get on top of it!” he shouted.
“I’m trying,” came the angry response.
Is this how we’re all going to die? Luke thought.
Threepio coming in to save them was a small hope, fragile at the most.
--
Artoo searched the Death Star computer banks but could find nothing about them being captured or killed. The astromach rotated his dome and beeped to Threepio, giving his report.
“Thank goodness they haven’t found them,” Threepio said. Glancing at the Falcon, he wondered outloud, “but where could they be?” Artoo noticed the device in Threepio’s hands and beeped a remark. “Use the comlink? Oh, my! I forgot… I turned it off.” He hastily turned it back on. “Are you there sir?”
“Threepio!”
“We’ve had some problems—“
“Shut up and listen to me.” It was no longer Luke’s voice. It was female, with a hint of Nabooian accent. “Shut down all the garbage mashers on the detention level! Shut down all the garbage mashers on the detention level! Do you copy? Shut them all down!”
Artoo beeped a question. “No,” Threepio said hurriedly, “Shut them all down! Hurry!”
Artoo’s computer arm twisted in the socket. They listened to the comlink for telltale signs if it worked or not. They could hear screaming on the other end. Holding the comlink away from his head, Threepio looked at Artoo and cried, “Listen to them! They’re dying, Artoo!”
The Squad Leader surveyed the room with a practiced eye. Immeadiatly he noticed the noise coming from the supply closest. The lock on the closet blinked red. He took position on the side of the door and pressed to button. As the door slid open, the Squad Leader aimed his blaster at the two droids.
“They’re madmen!” Threepio exclaimed. ”They’re heading for the prison level. If you hurry, you might catch them!”
The Squad Leader turned to his five remaining comrades. “Follow me. You stand guard.”
“Come on,” said the protocol droid. As they moved away from the supplies, the remaining stormtrooper raised his blaster rifle. “Oh! All this excitement has overrun a few circuits in my counterpart here. If you don’t mind I would like to take him down to maitnence.”
“All right.”
Threepio and Artoo hurried out of the office.
--
“Threepio!” Luke shouted. The garbage walls continued to move closer. “Threepio! Come in!”
Chewbacca whined and pushed against the wall with his large hands. Han and Leia worked together, trying to brace a long pole between the contacting walls. Scout and Naos were helping Chewie push. All around them garbage was snapping a popping together. His hand slid into something wet and mushy bearing a sharp odor, and Luke gagged.
Leia began slipping down into the trash. Both Darrina and Han placed their arms around her waist, struggling to lift her up. “Get to the top!” Han commanded.
“I can’t/”
Luke hung on to the comlink transmitter and tried again. “Where could he be? Threepio? See-Threepio, will you come in?”
--
Both droids took protective cover behind some plasteel barrels inside the hallway leading to the docking bay. Threepio moved cautiously, straining to see the Falcon. A group of stormtroopers excited the ship, carrying the bodies of the scanning crew who had unwillingly given up their armor. Five soldiers stood guard at the landing ramp, and there was no sign of the others.
“They aren’t here!” said the golden droid with dismay. “Something must have happened to them.” He gestured to the service panel and said, “See if they’ve been captured.”
Artoo extended his computer interface arm and carefully plugged it into the socket. A complex array of electronic sounds spewed from the droid’s head. Impatient and filled with worry, Threepio cried, “Hurry!”
--
In the garbage room, the walls were two meters apart and still closing. Luke, Han, Leia, Chewie, Darrina, Scout, and Naos struggled to avoid being crushed as they climbed the shifting heaps of trash.
“One thing’s for sure,” Han said. “We’re all going to be a lot thinner!” Leia was losing her footing again. “Get on top of it!” he shouted.
“I’m trying,” came the angry response.
Is this how we’re all going to die? Luke thought.
Threepio coming in to save them was a small hope, fragile at the most.
--
Artoo searched the Death Star computer banks but could find nothing about them being captured or killed. The astromach rotated his dome and beeped to Threepio, giving his report.
“Thank goodness they haven’t found them,” Threepio said. Glancing at the Falcon, he wondered outloud, “but where could they be?” Artoo noticed the device in Threepio’s hands and beeped a remark. “Use the comlink? Oh, my! I forgot… I turned it off.” He hastily turned it back on. “Are you there sir?”
“Threepio!”
“We’ve had some problems—“
“Shut up and listen to me.” It was no longer Luke’s voice. It was female, with a hint of Nabooian accent. “Shut down all the garbage mashers on the detention level! Shut down all the garbage mashers on the detention level! Do you copy? Shut them all down!”
Artoo beeped a question. “No,” Threepio said hurriedly, “Shut them all down! Hurry!”
Artoo’s computer arm twisted in the socket. They listened to the comlink for telltale signs if it worked or not. They could hear screaming on the other end. Holding the comlink away from his head, Threepio looked at Artoo and cried, “Listen to them! They’re dying, Artoo!”