Star Wars: Jedi Prince 4: Mission from Mount Yoda by Paul Davids, Hollace Davids Page A
Authors: Paul Davids, Hollace Davids
Tags: Fiction, General, Science-Fiction, Action & Adventure, Juvenile Fiction, Science Fiction; Fantasy; & Magic
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freedom, but I got trapped down here in these tunnels."
Triclops closed all three of his eyes and began rubbing his temples. Then he opened his eyes and said, "Well, so it’s archaeologists you want, is it? Come, I will lead you to them."
"Or perhaps you intend to lead us into a trap," Luke mused.
"You live by the ways of the Force, don’t you, Jedi?" Triclops said, frowning. "Consult the Force and discover whether I lead you into a trap-or whether I am about to lead you to your goal."
CHAPTER 8
The Imperial Attack
Luke accepted Triclops’s challenge.
As he concentrated on the Force, he felt a feeling of trust; but he also felt confusion rather than certainty.
"Of course you trust me," Triclops said, "I’ve always despised the Empire. The Empire considers me hopelessly insane." Triclops tapped a forefinger against his forehead. "But wanting to destroy the Empire hardly qualifies me as crazy or insane, wouldn’t you agree?"
At that, Triclops and the assassin droid led Luke, Han, Threepio, and Ken on a twisting, winding path through the musty tunnel. Luke kept his guard up the whole way, holding his lightsaber with its blade glowing, ready to use at a moment’s notice.
The group soon emerged into a wide cavern. There they beheld a dazzling display of ancient treasures. A team of thirteen Duro aliens was hard at work. Dustini had said that their group consisted of fifteen archaeologists, including himself. That meant that one of them was unaccounted for, at least for the moment.
Antigravity carts were piled high with crates filled with scrolls, statues, ornaments, vases, jewelry, masks, ancient costumes, coins-every type of relic imaginable. The carts glided smoothly, without any wheels, floating back and forth above the ground.
The work of the archaeologists, however, seemed far from done.
Luke put away his lightsaber. "Greetings from SPIN!" he shouted, stepping out from behind a boulder to reveal himself. Threepio poked his head out next, followed by Han and Ken.
Triclops and his assassin droid remained in the shadows. "Don’t be frightened," Luke continued. "Dustini sent us to rescue you."
Upon hearing Dustini’s name the archaeologists gathered around and activated their translators to communicate. Their gray-skinned faces showed great relief as they listened to Luke’s words.
To Han Solo’s embarrassment, one of the Duro aliens even hugged him.
"Easy does it," Han said. "I’m a Corellian, and we Corellians gave up hugging strangers four centuries ago."
Another archaeologist dropped to his knees, thanking them and shouting praises to Dustini for having sent help. "I’m Dustangle," he explained. "Dustini is my cousin, but he has always been more like a brother to me. We’re grateful he sent you to help us. We must leave our native planet. It has become a wasteland. But we can’t leave our treasures here.
These treasures hold the memories and the history of our people. They must be protected for future generations. They must not fall into the hands of Kadann."
"We’ve landed our transport vehicle in the mountains beyond the Valley of Royalty," Luke explained to Dustangle. "It’s large enough to hold most, if not all of your relics. If you wish, SPIN will protect them at Mount Yoda, on behalf of all Duros, until your people relocate in safety without fear of destruction from the Empire."
They started right away to move the archaeological treasures down the tunnel. The antigravity carts were designed so that they could be gently pushed up the winding stairs that led to the planet’s surface.
Everyone helped-Triclops and the assassin droid, and even See-Threepio pitched in.
After lifting a crate onto one of the carts, Ken accidentally knocked over a small emerald box containing a collection of ancient rings. Han helped pick up the jewelry and put it back in its case.
Dustangle noticed a ring that Han left behind. He reached down to pick it up.
"It’s an ancient wedding ring," Dustangle
Triclops closed all three of his eyes and began rubbing his temples. Then he opened his eyes and said, "Well, so it’s archaeologists you want, is it? Come, I will lead you to them."
"Or perhaps you intend to lead us into a trap," Luke mused.
"You live by the ways of the Force, don’t you, Jedi?" Triclops said, frowning. "Consult the Force and discover whether I lead you into a trap-or whether I am about to lead you to your goal."
CHAPTER 8
The Imperial Attack
Luke accepted Triclops’s challenge.
As he concentrated on the Force, he felt a feeling of trust; but he also felt confusion rather than certainty.
"Of course you trust me," Triclops said, "I’ve always despised the Empire. The Empire considers me hopelessly insane." Triclops tapped a forefinger against his forehead. "But wanting to destroy the Empire hardly qualifies me as crazy or insane, wouldn’t you agree?"
At that, Triclops and the assassin droid led Luke, Han, Threepio, and Ken on a twisting, winding path through the musty tunnel. Luke kept his guard up the whole way, holding his lightsaber with its blade glowing, ready to use at a moment’s notice.
The group soon emerged into a wide cavern. There they beheld a dazzling display of ancient treasures. A team of thirteen Duro aliens was hard at work. Dustini had said that their group consisted of fifteen archaeologists, including himself. That meant that one of them was unaccounted for, at least for the moment.
Antigravity carts were piled high with crates filled with scrolls, statues, ornaments, vases, jewelry, masks, ancient costumes, coins-every type of relic imaginable. The carts glided smoothly, without any wheels, floating back and forth above the ground.
The work of the archaeologists, however, seemed far from done.
Luke put away his lightsaber. "Greetings from SPIN!" he shouted, stepping out from behind a boulder to reveal himself. Threepio poked his head out next, followed by Han and Ken.
Triclops and his assassin droid remained in the shadows. "Don’t be frightened," Luke continued. "Dustini sent us to rescue you."
Upon hearing Dustini’s name the archaeologists gathered around and activated their translators to communicate. Their gray-skinned faces showed great relief as they listened to Luke’s words.
To Han Solo’s embarrassment, one of the Duro aliens even hugged him.
"Easy does it," Han said. "I’m a Corellian, and we Corellians gave up hugging strangers four centuries ago."
Another archaeologist dropped to his knees, thanking them and shouting praises to Dustini for having sent help. "I’m Dustangle," he explained. "Dustini is my cousin, but he has always been more like a brother to me. We’re grateful he sent you to help us. We must leave our native planet. It has become a wasteland. But we can’t leave our treasures here.
These treasures hold the memories and the history of our people. They must be protected for future generations. They must not fall into the hands of Kadann."
"We’ve landed our transport vehicle in the mountains beyond the Valley of Royalty," Luke explained to Dustangle. "It’s large enough to hold most, if not all of your relics. If you wish, SPIN will protect them at Mount Yoda, on behalf of all Duros, until your people relocate in safety without fear of destruction from the Empire."
They started right away to move the archaeological treasures down the tunnel. The antigravity carts were designed so that they could be gently pushed up the winding stairs that led to the planet’s surface.
Everyone helped-Triclops and the assassin droid, and even See-Threepio pitched in.
After lifting a crate onto one of the carts, Ken accidentally knocked over a small emerald box containing a collection of ancient rings. Han helped pick up the jewelry and put it back in its case.
Dustangle noticed a ring that Han left behind. He reached down to pick it up.
"It’s an ancient wedding ring," Dustangle
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