Star Wars_ Rebel Force 01_ Target - Alex Wheeler [18]
"Get down, Princess!" Han called to Leia as he dove out of the way just in time. She ducked behind the nearest rocky outcropping. C-3PO was already cowering beneath it.
Leia elbowed him aside and began blasting at the reek with her laser pistol.
Han fired again, but the reek only grunted, charging straight through the blaster bolts.
Luke raised his lightsaber, but froze. What good was a lightsaber against a creature like this? Even if he could get close enough to strike, he'd probably be crushed before he could do any good.
A lightsaber is the only weapon a Jedi needs, Ben had told him.
Easy for Ben to say, Luke thought now. He knew how to use it.
"Forget the toy!" Han yelled, running at full speed from the lumbering reek. He paused every few seconds to turn back and shoot, aiming for a different spot each time, in hopes of finding a weakness in the thick hide. But it was no use, and the reek showed no signs of tiring. "Blast the thing before it has me for dinner!"
"The blasters aren't hurting it!" Luke shouted back. At the sound of his voice, the reek turned around, as if noticing him for the first time. It grunted, stomped, and then took off for Luke. It was too close, and coming too fast. He couldn't get out of the way.
Luke fumbled for his blaster, but it got caught in its holster. The reek drew closer.
"Hey, what about me?" Han yelled, trying to distract it again. "Dinner's this way, you horn-faced jerk!"
But the reek was fixed on Luke.
He knew if he tried to run, he could be trampled beneath the beast's mammoth feet before he got more than a few paces. So he held his ground. He raised his lightsaber, focusing on the shimmering blue blade, trying to block out his fear.
Luke remembered Han's strategy with the TIE fighter. I may not be strong enough to kill the reek, Luke thought, but the reek doesn't know that.
He ran toward the beast.
"Luke!" Leia screamed. "No!"
Luke stumbled over a large rock bulging out of the dirt. He hurtled wildly through the air, blade outstretched, and landed with a thump a few feet away, flat on his face. A keening howl split his eardrums, and then, with a thunderous crack, the world seemed to crumble beneath him.
A moment later, all was silent and still.
Luke rolled over and looked up at the concerned faces of his friends. "I'm not dead,"
he said in confusion.
Han laughed, but Luke could see the concern beneath the smile. "Don't sound so disappointed, kid."
Luke sat up, his head throbbing. "What happened?"
"You tripped and fell flat on your face," Han said.
"Yeah, that part I remember." He rubbed the back of his head, then twisted it from side to side, freezing as he caught sight of the mighty reek, dead.
"Oh. Right," Han said, following his gaze. "There was also the part where your lightsaber sliced our friend here wide open. Poor guy was just trying to get a snack."
"That 'poor guy' nearly had us all for a three-course meal!" Leia exclaimed, giving Han a light smack on the shoulder. She tugged Luke up off the ground. "Are you sure you're okay?"
Luke couldn't take his eyes off the reek. He'd really done it, he'd saved the day—with his lightsaber.
If only he hadn't done it by accident.
"Master Luke, I think I've picked up the trail again," C-3PO reported, gesturing to the bloody footsteps that tramped further into the hills. Luke shuddered. Now that he knew what kind of creature was responsible for those tracks, he was even more worried about the fate of the injured pilot. They had to find him before it was too late.
For almost half an hour, they followed the trail across the rocky landscape. It ended at the mouth of a cave. Han and Luke exchanged a glance. Luke guessed they were both thinking the same thing: something had gone into that cave. Probably something they didn't want to meet. Leia gave them both a disgusted look, then strode inside.
"After you," Han said dryly. But he hurried after her. Luke