Samson And Delilah

Samson And Delilah
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Spring Breeze
Sweet Nothings
Kenobi was studying the configuration the tracking screen displayed. "You'requite right, Han. It's the short-range Tie fighter." "But where did it come from?" the Corellian wanted to know. "There are noImperial bases near here. It couldn't have been a Tie job." "You saw it pass." "I know. It looked like a Tie fighter—but what about a base?" "It's leaving in a big hurry," Luke noted, studying the tracker. "No matterwhere it's going, if it identifies us we're in big trouble." "Not if I can help it," Solo declared. "Chewie, jam its transmission. Lay in apursuit course." "It would be best to let it go," Kenobi ventured thoughtfully. "It's already toofar out of range." "Not for long." Several minutes followed, during which the cockpit was filled with a tensesilence. Al eyes were on the tracking screen and viewport. At first the Imperial fighter tried a complex evasive course, to no avail. Thesurprisingly maneuverable freighter hung tight on its tail, continuing to make up thedistance between them. Seeing that he couldn't shape his pursuers, the fighter pilothad obviously opened up his tiny engine all the way. Ahead, one of the multitudes of stars was becoming steadily brighter. Lukefrowned. They were moving fast, but not nearly fast enough for any heavenly objectto brighten so rapidly. Something here didn't make sense. "Impossible for a fighter that small to be this deep in space on its own," Soloobserved. "It must have gotten lost, been part of a convoy or something," Lukehypothesized. Solo's comment was gleeful. "Well, he won't be around long enough to tellanyone about us. We'll be on top of him in a minute or two." The star ahead continued to brighten, its glow evidently coming from within. Itassumed a circular outline. "He's heading for that small moon," Luke murmured.