Star Wars: Luke Skywalker and the Shadows of Mindor by Matthew Woodring Stover

Author:Matthew Woodring Stover [Stover, Matthew Woodring]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Star Wars fiction, Skywalker; Luke (Fictional character), Space warfare, Skywalker; Luke (Fictitious character), Fantasy fiction, Space Opera, Fiction, Science Fiction, Adventure, General, Media Tie-In
ISBN: 9780345477446
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Published: 2008-12-30T08:00:00+00:00

"My lord Shadowspawn!" the Group Captain exclaimed. "We're on our way!"

Cronal ground out words between ragged yellow stumps of teeth. "When you get there, secure and seal the door. If anyone tries to come out, kill them."

He reached up to adjust the Sunset Crown upon his wrinkled scalp. As for the inside of the Election Center, he could handle that himself.

* * *

Nick gave his robes a quick pat down, hoping he might find a liquefier belted to his waist or something-somebody around here must have one, to have softened the meltmassif to get Skywalker into it in the first place-but he came up blank, of course, because nothing was ever that easy. Not for him. Nick was absolutely certain that on the day of his birth the Force had looked down upon his life, smiled, and cheerfully made an obscene gesture. Or something. He scanned the room. Thirty-some mostly identical Pawns. Who had the liquefier? Was he supposed to search every single one of them? On the other hand, it occurred to him that the charge emitted by a liquefier was very similar to that of a blaster on stun...

He gazed down thoughtfully at his Crown, suddenly reflecting that it might turn out to be useful after all. He picked it up and went to the door.

"Guard!" he barked in his resonant Shadowspawn voice, lifting the Crown over his head. When one of the troopers outside opened the door, Nick hit him with it.

Hard.

The impact buckled the stormtrooper's knees, and Nick-mindful both of the stormtrooper's helmet and of his homeworld's ancient adage that "anything worth hitting is worth hitting twice"-smacked him again, harder, which laid the stormtrooper facedown and twitching.

The other door guard cursed and brought his carbine around to open fire with impressive speed-but a couple of kilos of carbonite made an even better shield than it did a club. Nick shoved the Crown right into the carbine's muzzle and put his shoulder into it, which knocked the trooper backward off-balance; before the trooper could bring his carbine back in line, Nick had the first guard's carbine in his own hands... and stormtrooper armor, it seemed, was not quite as sturdy as carbonite when it came to absorbing blaster bolts.

Beyond the door, he found a long, down-sloping corridor that looked like it had been melted through shimmery black stone. He had time to mutter, "So on top of everything else, I don't even know where I fraggin' am," before a door at the far end of the corridor opened to reveal a squad of stormtroopers, most likely wondering what all the shooting was about.

"This just keeps getting better and better." Nick dragged the unconscious trooper inside and blasted the door panel, which exploded in a shower of sparks. The door slid shut, and Nick could only hope it might slow the oncoming troopers for a few seconds. It would have to be enough.

But when he looked up at the Pawns, all the Pawns were looking back at him.

He thought, Oh, this can't be good.

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