Betrayal Star Wars Legacy of the Force 1 by Allston Aaron

Author:Allston, Aaron [Allston, Aaron]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Speculative Fiction
Publisher: Arrow
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

HAN AND LETA SNUGGLED TOGETHER ON THE COUCH, SITTING IN the darkness, wordlessly watching the galaxy rotate outside beyond the viewport. The door to the passageway hissed open behind them, spilling light into the large room. Han and Leia turned to look. Four armored figures marched in, quiet and confident. Apparently not noticing the Solos on the couch, they walked straight to the doorway leading to the main bedchamber. The one with the largest weapon, a shoulder-mounted blaster rig, set up to destroy the door while the other three readied their own weapons.

Han and Leia exchanged a puzzled look. Leia shrugged.

Han drew his blaster. He’d spent frustrating hours not permitted by the various security staffs to carry his favorite weapon, so he had recovered it the instant he’d returned to his own quarters. Now he aimed it at the four intruders, bracing it against the top of the couch. “Hey,” he said.

The four turned. One, fastest on the uptake, began to aim more quickly than the others.

Han shot him in the throat.

Leia sprang up from the couch, a Force-assisted leap that carried her toward the ceiling of the tall living chamber. She lit her lightsaber on the way up. One of the intruders, the one carrying the shoulder-mounted blaster, aimed at her. Han, not knowing whether her skills and lightsaber could deflect the blast from such a weapon, shot him, too, his blaster bolt burning its way into the side of the man’s helmet.

The other two fired at him. The first shot hit the back of the sturdy couch and picked the furniture up, spinning it toward the outer wall. Han and the couch hit the transparisteel of the viewport.

Han felt the viewport shudder under the impact and he wondered, for one eternity-long fraction of a second, if it would give way beneath the blow, buckling free of its housing, sending him into the coldness of space and decompression.

It didn’t. It rang metallically as he hit it, pain shot through his shoulder blades, and suddenly he was on the floor, the couch on top of him.

He heard Leia’s lightsaber hum and sizzle. He rolled out from under the furniture. In the moment it took him to come upright, blaster in hand, the situation was resolved. One of the two remaining attackers was down with his head off; the other, shaking in pain, was missing both arms at the elbow. Both of Han’s targets were down, smoke rising from where the blaster bolts had hit them.

Leia turned her attention to the door, and Han didn’t need Jedi powers to know what she was thinking. “Yeah,” he said. “You left, me right.”

They emerged into Kallebarth Way at a dead run, Han turning toward the chambers of the Corellian delegation, Leia turning toward the delegation from Coruscant.

The first door Han passed slid open and a man leapt out. Han aimed, wrenched his blaster back out of line-the man emerging was his own son. “C’mon, kid,” he said and ran past.

Han could see, up ahead, that the double-wide door leading into the Corellian delegation’s suite was open.

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