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”You will bring Captain Solo and
the Wookie too me.”
Jabba smiled grimly. “Your
mind powers will not work on me, boy. I am not affected by your
human thought pattern.” Then, as an afterthought: “I
was killing your kind when being a Jedi meant something.”
Luke altered his stance somewhat,
internally and externally. “Nevertheless, I am taking Captain
Solo and his friends. You can either profit from this…or
be destroyed. It’s your choice, but I warn you not to underestimate
my powers.” He spoke in his own language, which Jabba well
understood.
Jabba laughed the laugh of
a lion cautioned by a mouse.
Threepio, who had been observing
this interplay intently, leaned forward to whisper to Luke: “Master,
you’re standing—“ A guard abruptly restrained
the concerned droid, though, and pulled him back to his place.
Jabba cut short his laugh
with a scowl. “There will be no bargain, young Jedi. I shall
enjoy watching you die.”
Luke raised his hand. A pistol
jumped out of the holster of a nearby guard and landed snuggly
in the Jedi’s palm. Luke pointed the weapon at Jabba.
Jabba spat. “Boseka!”
The floor suddenly dropped
away, sending Luke and his guard crashing into the pit below.
The trap door immediately closed again. All the beasts of the
court rushed to the floor-grating and looked down.
”Luke!” yelled
Leia.
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