Star Wars - Han Solo and the Lost Legacy (23 page)

With signals of acknowledgment, the other war-robots moved on. The Corps Commander still regarded the labor
’droid and the computer module. “I am still not sure about you two, machines. What are you?”

“Talking doorstops, if you listen to our captain’s opinion,” offered Blue Max.

The Corps Commander stood stock-still in surprise. “Humor? Was that not humor? What have machines become? What kind of automata are you?”

“We are your steel-brothers,” Bollux put in. The Corps Commander made no further comment, but continued on his way.

The waves of robots had thwarted Han’s effort to reach his ship. One, stepping over the ruins of a crew-served gun and its slain crew, advanced toward the pilot. Han was looking elsewhere, helping Hasti fire blaster and disruptor shots at a machine approaching from the opposite direction. Han’s shot scored the cranial turret; Hasti’s, less practiced, sent its torso and limbs in a wild scatter. Badure was firing at still another, a long-barreled power pistol in each hand.

Chewbacca stepped into the path of the oncoming robot and triggered his bowcaster. Its staves straightened, and the explosive quarrel detonated against the robot’s chest armor, holing it but not stopping it. The Wookiee held his ground, jacking the foregrip of his bowcaster and firing twice more, this time hitting the robot’s head and midsection. The machine came on relentlessly. Its weapons-hands were raised, but their power had been drained in battle. Chewbacca backed a step and came up against Han, who was still firing the other way.

Then the robot toppled forward. Chewbacca, standing in its very shadow, would have leaped clear but realized that Han was unaware of his imminent danger. The Wookiee shoved the pilot aside with a sweep of his hairy arm but failed himself to avoid the tottering automaton. It struck him and pinned his right arm and leg to the ground. Skynx raced to him and began pulling ineffectually at the Wookiee.

Another robot chose that moment to step over the one Han and Hasti had just downed. Since Hasti’s disruptor was
drained, Han moved forward, then realized that his blaster’s cautionary pulser was tingling his palm in silent warning that his weapon, too, was spent.

He whirled and called to his sidekick, then saw the Wookiee wriggling to extricate himself from under the fallen robot. Chewbacca paused long enough to loft his bowcaster into the air one-handed.

Han caught it, pivoted, dropped to one knee, and pressed the stock to his cheek. He squeezed, and the explosive blast blew up against the juncture of the approaching machine’s shoulder and arm. The metal limb fell away, and the robot shuddered but kept coming.

Han tried to jack the bowcaster’s foregrip and found, as had the man in the city, that his human strength was insufficient. He stopped himself from dodging out of the way; Chewbacca lay trapped, directly behind him. Badure, some distance away, couldn’t hear Han’s shouts for aid. Hasti fired at the machine with the only weapon she had left, the dart-shooter, but emptying the whole clip at it served no purpose.

Han avoided Chewbacca’s efforts to swipe him out of the way and shifted his grip on the bowcaster, preparing for a last, hopeless defense.

XV

THE war-robot seemed to block out the sky, a machine out of a nightmare. But abruptly its cranial turret flew apart in a blast of charred circuitry and ruptured power routing as a thread-thin, precisely aimed beam found its most vulnerable point. Han scarcely had the presence of mind to take a step back, nearly treading on Chewbacca, as the automaton crashed at his feet like an old tree.

He leaped up onto its back and scanned the battlefield. Far across it, a form in gray waved once.

“Gallandro!” The gunman gave him a bare, stark smile that held nothing Han could read. Han drew without thinking, then remembered his blaster was empty. Just then a robot appeared behind Gallandro, closing in on him, arms wide. Han never made a conscious decision, but pointed and shouted a warning.

The gunman was too far away to have heard, but he saw Han’s expression and understood. He spun and ducked instinctively. The robot just missed with a blow of enormous power. With an incredible display of agility and reflexes, Gallandro seized the arm and rode the robot’s recovery-backswing, at the same time putting two quick shots into its head. Letting go, he was flung clear to land lightly and put a last bolt into the robot as it fell.

Han watched the incident with awe. By far the most dangerous machine there was Gallandro. The gunman gave Han a sardonic bow and a mocking grin, then, like a ghost, was gone again in the swirl of battle.

The air was hot with the unleashed energies of the battle. With Skynx’s and Badure’s help, Chewbacca had squirmed free of the fallen robot, while Hasti stood nervous guard. Taking back his bowcaster, the Wookiee made a quick motion toward the robot that had so narrowly missed nailing Han and barked a question.

“It was
him
, Gallandro,” Han told his partner. “A fifty-, maybe sixty-meter tight-beam shot.” The Wookiee shook his head in bewilderment, mane flying.

There was nowhere to go except the camp living area, across the bridge. “Will you two stop chatting and get going?” Hasti called. “They’ll have us surrounded if we don’t hurry.”

They started for the bridge at the best pace they could manage, a half-trot, each of them bearing a number of minor injuries and wounds. They moved in a defensive ring, Badure at the leading edge with his power pistols, Hasti to his right and Skynx to his left, with Chewbacca and Han bringing up the rear, back-pedaling and sideskipping. A metallic voice called Han’s name.

Bollux somehow injected a note of immense relief into his vocoder drawl. “We’re so glad you’re all safe. The
Millennium Falcon
’s unharmed, at least for the time being, but I don’t know how long that will last. Unfortunately, it’s inaccessible just now.”

Han wanted to know exactly what that meant, but Bollux interrupted. “No time for that now. I have the means to remedy our situation, sir,” he told the pilot, resettling the signalry equipment he had taken from the robots’ command podium. “But you’ll have to get to the far side of the bridge before I can use it.”

“You’re on, Bollux! All right, everybody, scratch gravel!” They hastened away. The attack hadn’t gotten as far as the bridge yet, but resistance was crumbling rapidly.

At the bridgehead Bollux paused. “I’ll be staying here, sir. The rest of you must proceed across.”

Han looked around. “What’re you going to do, talk them
into suicide? You better stay with us; we’ll take to the high ground on the plateau.”

With a strange sincerity, the ’droid refused. “Thank you for your concern, sir; Max and I are flattered. But we have no intention of being destroyed, I assure you.”

Han felt ridiculous for arguing with a ’droid, but insisted, “This is not the place to get noble, old-timer.”

Seeing the war-robots converging on them, Bollux persevered. “I really must insist that you go, sir; our basic programming won’t permit Max and me to see you come to harm here.”

They departed unwillingly. Hasti walked with the tired Skynx beside her. Badure patted the ’droid’s hard shoulder and trudged off, and Chewbacca waved a paw. “Look after Max,” Han said, “and don’t get yourself junked, old fellow.”

Bollux watched them go, then searched among the rocks and boulders for a place of concealment at that end of the bridge.

Han and his companions slogged wearily across the bridge among others who had survived the robots’ onslaught and were now falling back for a final stand. At the halfway point they came upon the body of a fallen mining tech who had died before she could complete the crossing, a
T’rinn
whose bright plumage was now charred and burned from combat. Han gently took a shoulder-fired rocket launcher from her lifeless claws, the weapon still containing a half-magazine of rockets. He was just standing up when a figure broke from the stream of retreating miners and attacked him, swinging an empty needlebeamer.

“Murderer!” J’uoch shrieked, her first blow grazing the pilot over the ear before he was aware of her onset. “You killed my brother! I’ll kill you, you filthy animal!” Dazed, he pushed himself backward to avoid the blows she was raining on him, forearm up to protect himself.

Chewbacca would have torn the hysterical woman from his friend, but at the same moment he was struck from behind,
a heavy blow from a thick forearm. The Wookiee fell to his knees, losing his bowcaster, as a huge weight fell upon him: Egome Fass, the enforcer. The two huge creatures rolled over and over, wrestling, tearing at one another. Retreating miners skirted the struggles, concerned only with staying alive.

Badure, weakened by the ordeal, waved an unsteady power pistol at J’uoch. But before he could fire, Hasti had thrown herself at the woman who had killed her sister Lanni. They whirled and fought, hacking and kicking at each other, finding reserves of strength in their mutual hatred.

Badure pulled Han up just as J’uoch got her forearm around Hasti’s throat. But Hasti writhed free of the hold, dropped and turned, put her head and shoulder against the other’s midsection and drove her back with feet churning and driving. J’uoch was shoved backward against the bridge’s waist-high railing and toppled over it. She fell screaming, in a flurry of coveralls, reaching and thrashing. Hasti’s momentum had carried her halfway over the rail, too.

Badure was there in time to pull her back from the rail, grabbing the material of her clothes. She sobbed for breath, her pulse pounding. Then it came to her that the roaring she heard wasn’t in her ears, Chewbacca and Egome Fass had gone to war.

It had been the second time J’uoch’s enforcer had struck the Wookiee from behind. What the
Falcon
’s first mate felt now could only pallidly be described as outrage. Han waved Badure off when the old man would have shot Egome Fass.

The two punched and grasped at one another while Han leaned against the rail to watch the honor match. “Aren’t you going to help him?” Hasti puffed, her face showing the scratches and abrasions of her own match.

“Chewie wouldn’t appreciate that,” Han told her, keeping one eye on the rallying of robots at the end of the bridge. But he eased a pistol from Badure’s belt in case the match didn’t go as it should.

Egome Fass had gotten a choke-hold on Chewbacca. Rather than squirm out of it or apply an in-fighting trick, the
Wookiee chose to lock both hands on his opponent’s arm and turn it into a contest of pure strength. Egome Fass was bulkier, Chewbacca more agile, but the question of brute force was still open. Their arms quivered and muscles jumped in the straining backs.

Bit by bit the arm was levered away from Chewbacca’s throat. The Wookiee showed his fangs in savage triumph, and burst free of the hold. But Egome Fass wasn’t done with tests of strength. He lunged at his antagonist for a deadly hug. Chewbacca accepted it.

They staggered back and forth, first the Wookiee’s feet leaving the bridge, then the enforcer’s. Both applied their full brawn in fearsome constriction. Egome Fass’s feet were lifted clear of the bridge and stayed that way as the Wookiee held him aloft, muscles standing out like cables under Chewbacca’s pelt. The enforcer’s struggle became more frantic, less aggressive. Panic crept into his movements. Then there was a crack, and Egome Fass’s body slumped. Chewbacca let go, and the enforcer slid limply to the bridge’s surface. The Wookiee had to rest a paw on a support to steady himself.

Han teetered over with the rocket launcher over one shoulder. “You’re getting decrepit; two tries to put away a bum like that!” He laughed and affectionately punched the Wookiee’s shoulder.

“Enough, enough!” Skynx protested, tugging at Han’s red-seamed trouser leg. “The robots are ready to attack; Bollux said we must be across the bridge.”

Han didn’t know how much chance the labor ’droid stood of stopping the steel horde, but he and the others obeyed Skynx’s pleas. There was no one to stand with them at the end of the bridge. The miners who had reached it had gone either to put up barricades in the buildings or to find safe places among the rocks.

Han stopped as soon as his boots were off the bridge. He sat on the ground, looking back across the bridge. “We might as well face it here.”

No one made any objection. Badure gave Hasti one of his pistols, while Chewbacca fitted a new magazine into his bowcaster. Hasti put one arm around Han’s neck and kissed his cheek. “That’s for a good try,” she explained.

   Bollux crouched in the jumble of boulders on the far side of the bridge. The mining-operations site was now completely razed. Machinery was burned and buildings were flattened, and no living thing could be seen.

The Corps Commander had mustered all his forces with high-pitched summonses. Other resistance had been crushed; all that remained was to annihilate the barracks area on the far side of the bridge, the successful completion of their first combat action in generations.

Bollux waited and didn’t try to interfere. That would have been useless, he knew; they weren’t so different from him. The machines gathered around their commander by the hundreds. The Corps Commander indicated the way with a long metal arm, gleaming like a statue of death in the blue-white light. He stumped toward the bridge, and his awesome troops crowded after him. And as the war-robots drew abreast of him, about to step onto the bridge, Bollux triggered the command signalry he had brought from the podium.