Star Wars - 210 - Jedi Prince 01 - The Glove of Darth Vader by Paul Davids, Hollace Davids Page B
Authors: Paul Davids, Hollace Davids
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getting short before the Whaladon-hunting submarine would self-destruct in a furious explosion that would destroy them all.
Trioculus raised his left hand, electricity crackling from his fingertips. Luke met the electric bolt with his lightsaber, deflecting it. Trioculus’s eyes bulged and his chest froze, as the warning of Grand Moff Hissa flooded back into his mind. The lightning power would be the death of him if he continued to use it. He was not yet a True Master of the Dark Side, not yet able to absorb intense electric shock without experiencing side effects. But Trioculus allowed the flow of electricity to increase, aiming the bolts so that they would avoid Luke’s lightsaber blade and strike him directly in the chest. Luke crumpled to the ground, writhing on the floor as he felt the full force of the powerful jolts. Trioculus continued to pour bolts of electricity from his fingertips until Luke had stopped stirring. Then he lowered his hand and spoke rapidly into a pocket communication device. "Hissa, power up the escape sub! Quickly!" Hissa’s reply came from the device. "We’ll need Captain Dunwell’s key card to power it up!" Trioculus turned to the captain. "Hand me your key card for the escape sub! At once!" By the time Trioculus had snatched the key card from Captain Dunwell’s hand, Luke Skywalker was back on his feet and was running down the corridor that would lead him to the Calamarian minisub.
"You may have escaped from Emperor Palpatine, but I shall destroy you, Skywalker!" Trioculus shouted. "You have my promise!"
Luke kept running-all the way back to the Calamarian minisub. He crawled through the hatch and saw that Threepio and Admiral Ackbar were already strapped into their seats waiting for him, and Artoo was in position, too.
They began their escape. The giant squid was just beginning to stir as Ackbar deftly navigated their Calamarian minisub over its slowly writhing body. A tentacle nearly grabbed them, but Ackbar successfully steered a course through the open door of the storage chamber and into the ocean depths.
As they sailed away, Luke looked out the window and saw Leviathor leading the freed Whaladons back through the Seascape Mountains, swimming as fast as their fins would take them.
Trioculus reached the escape sub with only two minutes remaining until the self-destruct system would blast the Whaladon-hunting submarine apart. Emdee and Grand Moff Hissa were waiting for him. Captain Dunwell arrived breathless seconds later.
"Let me get aboard first so I can warm up the ion thrusters," said the captain as Trioculus inserted the key card into the lock of the escape sub’s door.
"Just a moment," replied Grand Moff Hissa, standing in his way. "No one enters the escape sub before the Supreme Ruler of the Empire, the True Master of the Dark Side." Captain Dunwell turned to face Trioculus. "And are you the True Master of the Dark Side?" said Captain Dunwell without thinking. "I thought a Master of the Dark Side didn’t need to rely on mechanical devices to give him lightning power or to make the glove of Darth-" He stopped in mid-sentence, his face turning pale as he realized he had said too much about things he wasn’t supposed to know.
"Out of my way," snapped Trioculus, glaring at the captain. As Trioculus began to climb into the escape sub, he felt a stabbing pain in his eyes. For a second everything went black, but then he pressed his forehead, blinked a few times, and the momentary loss of vision went away. He could see again, and he hastily strapped himself into a seat.
Grand Moff Hissa climbed in, too, followed by Emdee.
But when Captain Dunwell tried to join them, the Imperial ruler stared at him with a piercing hypnotic glare and said calmly, "You know the procedure, Captain. In the Empire the captain always goes down with his ship."
"Lord Trioculus, I led you to the glove of Darth Vader!" said Captain Dunwell, nervously tweaking his beard. "I thought you would show some
Trioculus raised his left hand, electricity crackling from his fingertips. Luke met the electric bolt with his lightsaber, deflecting it. Trioculus’s eyes bulged and his chest froze, as the warning of Grand Moff Hissa flooded back into his mind. The lightning power would be the death of him if he continued to use it. He was not yet a True Master of the Dark Side, not yet able to absorb intense electric shock without experiencing side effects. But Trioculus allowed the flow of electricity to increase, aiming the bolts so that they would avoid Luke’s lightsaber blade and strike him directly in the chest. Luke crumpled to the ground, writhing on the floor as he felt the full force of the powerful jolts. Trioculus continued to pour bolts of electricity from his fingertips until Luke had stopped stirring. Then he lowered his hand and spoke rapidly into a pocket communication device. "Hissa, power up the escape sub! Quickly!" Hissa’s reply came from the device. "We’ll need Captain Dunwell’s key card to power it up!" Trioculus turned to the captain. "Hand me your key card for the escape sub! At once!" By the time Trioculus had snatched the key card from Captain Dunwell’s hand, Luke Skywalker was back on his feet and was running down the corridor that would lead him to the Calamarian minisub.
"You may have escaped from Emperor Palpatine, but I shall destroy you, Skywalker!" Trioculus shouted. "You have my promise!"
Luke kept running-all the way back to the Calamarian minisub. He crawled through the hatch and saw that Threepio and Admiral Ackbar were already strapped into their seats waiting for him, and Artoo was in position, too.
They began their escape. The giant squid was just beginning to stir as Ackbar deftly navigated their Calamarian minisub over its slowly writhing body. A tentacle nearly grabbed them, but Ackbar successfully steered a course through the open door of the storage chamber and into the ocean depths.
As they sailed away, Luke looked out the window and saw Leviathor leading the freed Whaladons back through the Seascape Mountains, swimming as fast as their fins would take them.
Trioculus reached the escape sub with only two minutes remaining until the self-destruct system would blast the Whaladon-hunting submarine apart. Emdee and Grand Moff Hissa were waiting for him. Captain Dunwell arrived breathless seconds later.
"Let me get aboard first so I can warm up the ion thrusters," said the captain as Trioculus inserted the key card into the lock of the escape sub’s door.
"Just a moment," replied Grand Moff Hissa, standing in his way. "No one enters the escape sub before the Supreme Ruler of the Empire, the True Master of the Dark Side." Captain Dunwell turned to face Trioculus. "And are you the True Master of the Dark Side?" said Captain Dunwell without thinking. "I thought a Master of the Dark Side didn’t need to rely on mechanical devices to give him lightning power or to make the glove of Darth-" He stopped in mid-sentence, his face turning pale as he realized he had said too much about things he wasn’t supposed to know.
"Out of my way," snapped Trioculus, glaring at the captain. As Trioculus began to climb into the escape sub, he felt a stabbing pain in his eyes. For a second everything went black, but then he pressed his forehead, blinked a few times, and the momentary loss of vision went away. He could see again, and he hastily strapped himself into a seat.
Grand Moff Hissa climbed in, too, followed by Emdee.
But when Captain Dunwell tried to join them, the Imperial ruler stared at him with a piercing hypnotic glare and said calmly, "You know the procedure, Captain. In the Empire the captain always goes down with his ship."
"Lord Trioculus, I led you to the glove of Darth Vader!" said Captain Dunwell, nervously tweaking his beard. "I thought you would show some
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