Star Wars_ The Han Solo Adventures - Brian Daley [170]
The green-furred Saheelindeeli gasped collectively and pointed the second ship out to one another with a great commotion, forgetting to watch Grigmin’s landing entirely. They expected to see Skybarge plummet from the air. But Han completed the roll, deftly working with the nearly empty craft’s stubby wings, control surfaces, and chugging engine. On the second roll, he feathered the starboard engine, too, and went into a third with zero thrust.
Shrieks of fright from the crowd and their tentative race for cover abated as they saw that the unwieldy aircraft was still under control. Jumping up and down, pointing with fingers and toes, they sent up a ragged cheer for the mad pilot, then a more forceful one, reflecting the Saheelindeeli affection for grand gestures, even insane ones.
Grigmin, who had exited from his ship virtually unnoticed, threw down his flight helmet and watched Skybarge in mounting fury. Han coaxed the third roll out of his homely vessel and waggled her down toward the strip.
But only one landing wheel emerged from its bay. Grigmin grinned at the prospect of a crash; but unexpectedly the ship bounced off the single wheel, trimmed handily, and settled a second time as another landing wheel lowered. She bore on the reviewing stand with surprising grace and rebounded from two wheels.
As Skybarge neared the reviewing stand, the crowd parted before her, clapping their hands and feet in high approbation. The ship waggled her tail in midair, extended her third and last landing wheel, and rolled cleanly for the reviewing stand. By that time Grigmin was so distracted that he didn’t notice the cargo ship heading directly for his precious triple-deuce fighter.
Too late! Slam! He could only dodge out of the way as Skybarge rolled by. Han threw a wicked grin at him from the cockpit.
Skybarge’s high, heavy-duty landing gear permitted her to pass directly over the low, sleek fighter. With consummate skill, Han flipped open her cargo-bay doors and suddenly an avalanche of enriched fertilizer dumped directly into the fighter through the open cockpit canopy.
The Saheelindeeli began applauding madly. Skybarge’s overhead cockpit hatch popped open, and Han’s happy face appeared. He inclined his head graciously to acknowledge the ovation as Grigmin was being elbowed farther and farther away by the press of the crowd.
From the reviewing stand the matriarch’s voice wheezed through the crackling public address system. “First prize! Trophy to Skybarge for best exhibit, Fertility of the Soil, Challenge of the Sky.” She waved the tall loving cup as her advisers whistled and stomped their feet in glee.
II
THE Millennium Falcon rested on Brigia’s single spaceport landing field. She looked very much like the battered, much-repaired, and worn-out stock freighter she was, but there were incongruities. The irregular docking tackle, oversized thruster ports, heavy-weapons turrets, and late-model sensor-suite dish betrayed something about her real line of work.
“That’s the last of the tapes,” Han announced. He checked the offloading on his hand-held readout screen as Bollux, the labor ’droid, stumped past, guiding a repulsorlift hand truck. The automaton’s green finish looked eerie in the glow of the irradiators with which the ship was now rigged. Brigia was flagged in all the standard directories, thus requiring phase-one decontam procedures. The ship’s environmental systems circulated broad-spectrum anticontamination aerosols along with air. Han’s and Chewbacca’s immunization treatments would protect them against local maladies, but they were nonetheless eager to be away.
Han watched Bollux head for the steam-powered freight truck parked near the ship. The