Part 18 (1/2)

No defensive fire greeted him as he raced toward the distant target. He found himself looking around nervously, checking and rechecking the same instruments.

”This doesn't look right,” he found himself muttering.

Blue Ten sounded equally concerned. ”You should be able to pick up the target by now.”

”I know. The disruption down here is unbelievable. I think my instruments are off. Is this the right trench?”

Suddenly, intense streaks of light began to shoot close by as the trench defenses opened up. Near misses shook the attackers. At the far end of the trench a huge tower dominated the metal ridge, vomiting enormous amounts of energy at the nearing s.h.i.+ps.

”It's not going to be easy with that tower up there,” Blue Leader declared grimly. ”Stand by to close up a little when I tell you.”

Abruptly the energy bolts ceased and all was silent and dark in the trench once again. ”This is it,” Blue Leader announced, trying to locate the attack from above that had to be coming. ”Keep your eyes open for those fighters.”

”All short-and long-range scopes are blank,” Blue Ten reported tensely. ”Too much interference here. Blue Five, can you see them from where you are?”

Luke's attention was riveted to the surface of the station. ”No sign of-Wait!” Three rapidly moving points of light caught his eye. ”There they are. Coming in point three five.”

Blue Ten turned and looked in the indicated direction. Sun bounced off stabilizing fins as the TIE fighters looped downward. ”I see them.”

”It's the right trench, all right,” Blue Leader exclaimed as his tracking scope suddenly began a steady beeping. He adjusted his targeting instrumentation, pulling his visor down over his eyes. ”I'm almost in range. Targets ready... coming up. Just hold them off me for a few seconds-keep 'em busy.”

But Darth Vader was already setting his own fire control as he dropped like a stone toward the trench. ”Close up the formation. I'll take them myself.”

Blue Twelve went first, both engines blown. A slight deviation in flight path and his s.h.i.+p slammed into the trench wall. Blue Ten slowed and accelerated, bobbed drunkenly, but could do little within the confines of those metal walls.

”I can't hold them long. You'd better fire while you can, Blue Leader-we're closing on you.”

The squadron commander was wholly absorbed in lining up two circles within his targeting visor. ”We're almost home. Steady, steady...”

Blue Ten glanced around frantically. ”They're right behind me!”

Blue Leader was amazed at how calm he was. The targeting device was partly responsible, enabling him to concentrate on tiny, abstract images to the exclusion of all else, helping him to shut out the rest of the inimical universe.

”Almost there, almost there...” he whispered. Then the two circles matched, turned red, and a steady buzzing sounded in his helmet. ”Torpedoes away, torpedoes away.”

Immediately after, Blue Ten let his own missiles loose. Both fighters pulled up sharply, just clearing the end of the trench as several explosions billowed in their wake.

”It's a hit! We've done it!” Blue Ten shouted hysterically.

Blue Leader's reply was thick with disappointment. ”No, we haven't. They didn't go in. They just exploded on the surface outside the shaft.”

Disappointment killed them, too, as they neglected to watch behind them. Three pursuing Imperial fighters continued up out of the fading light from the torpedo explosions. Blue Ten fell to Vader's precision fire, then the Dark Lord changed course slightly to fall in behind the squadron commander.

”I'll take the last one,” he announced coldly. ”You two go back.”

Luke was trying to pick the a.s.sault team out of the glowing gases below when Blue Leader's voice sounded over the communicator.

”Blue Five, this is Blue Leader. Move into position, Luke. Start your attack run-stay low and wait until you're right on top of it. It's not going to be easy.”

”Are you all right?”

”They're on top of me-but I'll shake them.”

”Blue Five to Blue pack,” Luke ordered, ”let's go!” The three s.h.i.+ps peeled off and plunged toward the trench sector.

Meanwhile Vader finally succeeded in hitting his quarry, a glancing bolt that nonetheless started small, intense explosions in one engine. Its R-2 unit scrambled back toward the damaged wing and struggled to repair the crippled power plant.

”R-2, shut off the main feed to number-one starboard engine,” Blue Leader directed quietly, staring resignedly at instruments which were running impossibilities. ”Hang on tight, this could get rough.”

Luke saw that Blue Leader was in trouble. ”We're right above you, Blue Leader,” he declared. ”Turn to point oh five, and we'll cover for you.”

”I've lost my upper starboard engine,” came the reply.

”We'll come down for you.”

”Negative, negative. Stay there and get set up for your attack run.”

”You're sure you're all right?”

”I think so... Stand by for a minute.”

Actually, it was somewhat less than a minute before Blue Leader's gyrating X-wing plowed into the surface of the station.

Luke watched the huge explosion dissipate below him, knowing without question its cause, sensing fully for the first time the helplessness of his situation. ”We just lost Blue Leader,” he murmured absently, not particularly caring if his mike picked up the somber announcement.

On Yavin Four, Leia Organa rose from her chair and nervously began pacing the room. Normally perfect nails were now jagged and uneven from nervous chewing. It was the only indication of physical unease. The anxiety visible in her expression was far more revealing of her feelings, an anxiety and worry that filled the war room on the announcement of Blue Leader's death.

”Can they go on?” she finally asked Dodonna.

The general replied with gentle resolve. ”They must.”

”But we've lost so many. Without Blue or Red Leader, how will they regroup?”

Dodonna was about to reply, but held his words as more critical ones sounded over the speakers.

”Close it up, Wedge,” Luke was saying, thousands of kilometers away. ”Biggs, where are you?”

”Coming in right behind you.”

Wedge replied soon after. ”Okay. Boss, we're in position.”

Dodonna's gaze went to Leia. He looked concerned.

The three X-wings moved close together high above the battle station's surface. Luke studied his instruments and fought irritably with one control that appeared to be malfunctioning.

Someone's voice sounded in his ears. It was a young-old voice, a familiar voice: calm, content, confident, and rea.s.suring-a voice he had listened to intently on the desert of Tatooine and in the guts of the station below, once upon a time.

”Trust your feelings, Luke,” was all the Ken.o.bi-like voice said.

Luke tapped his helmet, unsure whether he had heard anything or not. This was no time for introspection. The steely horizon of the station tilted behind him.