The Dangerous Rescue

4

The gravsled ride was smooth while they were outside, but Cholly, Weez, and Tup had trouble maneuvering the craft through the narrow hallways of the lab. Each time Weez slammed into a wall, Obi-Wan, Astri, and Adi were thrown against one another, and the droids rattled noisily overhead.

“That’s enough!” Obi-Wan recognized Zan Arbor’s commanding tone.

“Just stop! You can unload where you are.”

With a last shuddering lurch, the repulsorlift engine lowered the gravsled to the floor.

“You can see that we only brought you the finest droids,” Cholly said.

“These are your finest? I’d hate to see the rest.”

“If you pardon my saying this, this is Simpla12, ma’am,” Weez said respectfully. “There isn’t much choice to be had.”

“I suppose so. Give me the CIP.”

Obi-Wan tensed. The Central Intelligence Processor would program all the droids at once. Adi had instructed Cholly to try to program the droids himself. Would Zan Arbor allow him to do so?

“There’s the matter of our fee…” Cholly said.

“Not until I’m sure these droids are operational.”

“I can program them for you, ma’am,” Cholly offered. “Part of our service. We aim to please!”

“It pleases me to program them myself. Give me the CIP.” Apparently, Cholly hesitated, for Zan Arbor snapped, “Now!”

Adi let out a breath. Obi-Wan knew what she was thinking. It would have been easier if they didn’t have the droids to contend with.

They heard a series of beeps and the sound of the droids’ movements as they were activated.

“Follow my voice command only,” Zan Arbor rapped out. “You will surround and protect me. We will be leaving from the launch pad on sublevel one in five minutes.”

The droids beeped an affirmative response.

“Now unload them and I’ll pay you the credits,” Zan Arbor said to Cholly, Weez, and Tup. “Quickly!”

Overhead, Obi-Wan heard the noise of droids being unharnessed and wheeled off the gravsled platform.

“Watch out, Tup!” Cholly called. “You just—”

“I didn’t! Weez—”

“Don’t pull that way, push—”

“Not that way, over here, you idiots!” Zan Arbor shouted.

“I have it!”

“No, you don’t!”

“I do!”

“No, you—”

A screeching noise and a great crash sent the gravsled shaking.

“Woosh,” Tup said in a small voice. “Guess I didn’t.”

“Do it this way, Tup,” Cholly shouted.

“If you didn’t shout like that, I wouldn’t be so confused,” Tup dithered. “Just let me—”

The gravsled rose slightly in the air. There was a crash.

“Turn off the engine! You’re tipping it!” Zan Arbor screamed. “The droids are falling—”

“Gibbertz and ham, let me—”

“Don’t touch that!” Cholly and Weez screamed at the same moment.

It was too late. Tup hit the hidden lever, and the compartment door sprang open. Adi, Obi?Wan, and Siri tumbled out onto the floor. They rolled away from the repulsorlift engine as the gravsled hovered a few inches above the floor.

“Jedi!” Zan Arbor screamed.

Most of the droids had been unloaded, and the Jedi had landed right in the midst of them. The gravsled hemmed them in against the wall.

“Attack!” Zan Arbor shouted, backing away from the gravsled. “Shoot to kill!”

Tup’s face went white, and he dropped to the floor. Cholly and Weez jumped off the gravsled. The droids wheeled, positioning the blasters built in their arms.

Adi, Obi-Wan, and Siri reached for their lightsabers. Blaster fire erupted from every direction. They were caught in a deadly crossfire.