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Authors: Paul Davids, Hollace Davids
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silvery crystal the boy wore on a chain around his neck, Jedgar wondered whether this was the Jedi Prince whom Trioculus had failed to find and destroy. According to legend, the Jedi Prince wore a dome-shaped birthstone on a necklace chain, and he had worn it all his life-ever since the boy was first taken to the Lost City of the Jedi to be raised by droids.
"Take that boy hostage, Hissa-at once!" Jedgar demanded.
Grand Moff Hissa clutched Ken.
"Let go of me!" the Jedi Prince shouted, as Hissa pressed a laserblaster against the boy’s chin. Ken stopped squirming and held very still.
"Good work, Hissa," Jedgar said.
Hearing Ken’s shout for help, Luke Skywalker hurriedly pushed two stormtroopers aside and pointed his lightsaber at the grand moff, ready to put an end to Hissa as swiftly as he had destroyed the attacking giant Fefze beetles.
"Drop your weapon, or I’ll destroy the boy-now!" Grand Moff Hissa exclaimed.
Luke hesitated. The grand moff tightened his grip on his laserblaster.
"Now, Skywalker!" High Prophet Jedgar demanded, reinforcing Hissa’s order.
Beads of sweat ran down Luke’s brow as he retracted his lightsaber and dropped the weapon to the ground.
"Very good, Skywalker," Hissa said, gnashing his pointed teeth. "Now prepare to join your master, Obi-Wan Kenobi, in the world beyond!"
Breathing fast, Ken’s mind was spinning with confusion and fear. Locked in Grand Moff Hissa’s tight grasp, Ken saw Triclops glancing out from behind a boulder, looking at him intently and nodding. Triclops suddenly turned his head around and stared at Grand Moff Hissa with the eye at the back of his skull. An incredibly strong magnetic force seemed to flow out of Triclops’s third eye, as a power beam tugged at Hissa.
Overcome by surprise, the grand moff loosened his grip on Ken. He was yanked off his feet and violently pulled toward Triclops.
Triclops quickly spun around to face Hissa, grabbing the grand moff by the neck and knocking the blaster out of his hand. Hissa tried to bite Triclops with his razor-sharp teeth, but Triclops squeezed with his long fingers, causing Hissa to gasp and choke.
"You won’t let a pacifist live in peace," Triclops scolded sternly. "You’re forcing me to abandon my principles."
RUMMMMMMMMMBLE!
The cavern swayed as another tremor struck.
KRAAAAAAAAKK!
High above them the dam, looming beyond the Valley of Royalty, split under the force of the latest quake. A lake of thick, fuming liquid burst through the cracked dam, flowing and oozing across the valley like a foul-smelling tidal wave.
The rapids raced across the ground, quickly arriving at the hole the zenomach had bored.’
As the gooey, hazardous liquids poured into the hole, Triclops released his grip on Hissa.
The grand moff crumpled onto the ground, and Triclops retreated from his victim. With the eye in the back of his head, Triclops saw that Grand Moff Hissa, now screaming and grasping for help, lay directly in the path of the bubbling, burning liquid.
TSSSSSSSS . . .
Acid flowed over Grand Moff Hissa’s legs. Hissa thrashed helplessly, trying to remove himself from the path of the dangerous chemicals. "Ahhhhhhhrrrrrgggh!" the grand moff screamed. "Help, Jedgar, help!"
Hissa tried to prop himself up, but his arms slid right into the toxic chemicals.
"NOOOOOOO, Jedgarrrrr!" he cried at the top of his lungs.
Grand Moff Hissa’s arms began to melt. "Don’t leave me here to die!" he shouted.
Ken covered his eyes but peeked through his closed fingers to look at Hissa one last time.
There was little left of Hissa’s arms and legs, though the grand moff’s head, chest, and waist still twisted and writhed on the cavern floor.
High Prophet Jedgar was more concerned about saving his own life than in assisting what little was left of Grand Moff Hissa. As the toxic liquid spread through the cavern and surged like floodwaters into the tunnels, Jedgar fled, followed by Imperial stormtroopers who were still firing
"Take that boy hostage, Hissa-at once!" Jedgar demanded.
Grand Moff Hissa clutched Ken.
"Let go of me!" the Jedi Prince shouted, as Hissa pressed a laserblaster against the boy’s chin. Ken stopped squirming and held very still.
"Good work, Hissa," Jedgar said.
Hearing Ken’s shout for help, Luke Skywalker hurriedly pushed two stormtroopers aside and pointed his lightsaber at the grand moff, ready to put an end to Hissa as swiftly as he had destroyed the attacking giant Fefze beetles.
"Drop your weapon, or I’ll destroy the boy-now!" Grand Moff Hissa exclaimed.
Luke hesitated. The grand moff tightened his grip on his laserblaster.
"Now, Skywalker!" High Prophet Jedgar demanded, reinforcing Hissa’s order.
Beads of sweat ran down Luke’s brow as he retracted his lightsaber and dropped the weapon to the ground.
"Very good, Skywalker," Hissa said, gnashing his pointed teeth. "Now prepare to join your master, Obi-Wan Kenobi, in the world beyond!"
Breathing fast, Ken’s mind was spinning with confusion and fear. Locked in Grand Moff Hissa’s tight grasp, Ken saw Triclops glancing out from behind a boulder, looking at him intently and nodding. Triclops suddenly turned his head around and stared at Grand Moff Hissa with the eye at the back of his skull. An incredibly strong magnetic force seemed to flow out of Triclops’s third eye, as a power beam tugged at Hissa.
Overcome by surprise, the grand moff loosened his grip on Ken. He was yanked off his feet and violently pulled toward Triclops.
Triclops quickly spun around to face Hissa, grabbing the grand moff by the neck and knocking the blaster out of his hand. Hissa tried to bite Triclops with his razor-sharp teeth, but Triclops squeezed with his long fingers, causing Hissa to gasp and choke.
"You won’t let a pacifist live in peace," Triclops scolded sternly. "You’re forcing me to abandon my principles."
RUMMMMMMMMMBLE!
The cavern swayed as another tremor struck.
KRAAAAAAAAKK!
High above them the dam, looming beyond the Valley of Royalty, split under the force of the latest quake. A lake of thick, fuming liquid burst through the cracked dam, flowing and oozing across the valley like a foul-smelling tidal wave.
The rapids raced across the ground, quickly arriving at the hole the zenomach had bored.’
As the gooey, hazardous liquids poured into the hole, Triclops released his grip on Hissa.
The grand moff crumpled onto the ground, and Triclops retreated from his victim. With the eye in the back of his head, Triclops saw that Grand Moff Hissa, now screaming and grasping for help, lay directly in the path of the bubbling, burning liquid.
TSSSSSSSS . . .
Acid flowed over Grand Moff Hissa’s legs. Hissa thrashed helplessly, trying to remove himself from the path of the dangerous chemicals. "Ahhhhhhhrrrrrgggh!" the grand moff screamed. "Help, Jedgar, help!"
Hissa tried to prop himself up, but his arms slid right into the toxic chemicals.
"NOOOOOOO, Jedgarrrrr!" he cried at the top of his lungs.
Grand Moff Hissa’s arms began to melt. "Don’t leave me here to die!" he shouted.
Ken covered his eyes but peeked through his closed fingers to look at Hissa one last time.
There was little left of Hissa’s arms and legs, though the grand moff’s head, chest, and waist still twisted and writhed on the cavern floor.
High Prophet Jedgar was more concerned about saving his own life than in assisting what little was left of Grand Moff Hissa. As the toxic liquid spread through the cavern and surged like floodwaters into the tunnels, Jedgar fled, followed by Imperial stormtroopers who were still firing
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