Star Wars - 215 - Jedi Prince 06 - Prophets of the Dark Side by Paul Davids, Hollace Davids Page A
Authors: Paul Davids, Hollace Davids
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grand moffs were feuding with Kadann, they also had a dispute with Zorba the Hutt. Trioculus eventually defeated Zorba by tossing the old Hutt into the Mouth of Sarlacc at the Great Pit of Carkoon on Tatooine, expecting to be rid of him at last. But still Zorba survived when the Sarlacc spit him out, unable to digest the slimy Hutt’s sluglike body.
Having also captured Princess Leia, Trioculus tried to turn her to the Dark Side, wanting to marry her and make her the Queen of the Empire. However, his plans were thwarted by a clever Alliance plan and a new Rebel weapon-the Human Replica Droid, which was a lifelike droid built to resemble the Princess. It fired lasers from its eyes, striking Trioculus in the chest and wounding him.
Safely rescued from the Imperial Moffship, Princess Leia and Han Solo intend to resume their wedding plans, but not by eloping at Hologram Fun World as they attempted before. Instead, it will be a formal ceremony at the Alliance Senate. Everything should proceed according to plan-as long as they steer clear of the ruthless tyranny of Supreme Prophet Kadann and his Prophets of the Dark Side!
CHAPTER 1
The Final Hour
Grand Moff Hissa steered across the security observation room inside the Imperial Moffship, riding his hover-chair on a cushion of air. He swiftly approached the motionless body that was lying on the floor. Hissa, who had accidentally lost his arms and legs in a pool of toxic waste on the planet Duro, could hear the sounds of shouts and scuffling coming from the corridor on the other side of the locked door. Imperial officers were growing anxious and quarrelsome, as rumors about the fate of Trioculus, their three-eyed leader, spread throughout the spaceship.
Trioculus, who was mortally wounded but still alive, reached up from where he lay, grasping onto one of Hissa’s artificial metallic arms. Those arms had been taken from an Imperial assassin droid and fastened to the stumps at Hissa’s shoulders. It had proven impossible for the medical droids to attach artificial legs at the grand moff’s corroded hipbone; therefore he would be confined to the hover-chair for the rest of his days.
"Hissa," Trioculus groaned, "those foul Rebels have assassinated me-I’m dying." Cold sweat dripped down Grand Moff Hissa’s neck as he stared in shock at Trioculus’s horrible wounds. "This is a black day for the Empire, my Dark Lordship," Hissa said. Grand Moff Hissa glanced away, noticing the remains of the Rebel Alliance’s secret weapon. The weapon, known as a Human Replica Droid, was a robot so lifelike that it had actually fooled Trioculus and Grand Moff Hissa into thinking it was the real Princess Leia. The grand moffs had stared in shock as fiery green laser rays burst from the Human Replica Droid’s eyes, striking Trioculus at close range.
Now the droid’s smoldering remains lay crumpled on the chamber floor, incinerated by blasts from Imperial laser pistols. Grand Moff Hissa grimaced as he inhaled. The room was filled with the scent of burned synthetic flesh and smoking scorched hair, mixed with the foul odor of melted droid microcircuits.
"Hissa," Trioculus gasped, "when I am gone, beware of Kadann. He will turn on you next, because you remained loyal to me until my death, rather than to him." Trioculus spoke slowly in a strained, rasping voice. "He will use his authority as Supreme Prophet of the Dark Side ... to oppose you with all his power and strength."
"Let him oppose us, then," Hissa said, nodding. "We’ll fight back, even if it means an all-out civil war for the Empire. That black-bearded dwarf has proven to be even more of a scoundrel than Zorba the Hutt."
"Zorba, yes . . . we dropped Zorba into the Great Pit of Carkoon," Trioculus recalled in a weakening voice, "sent him plunging into the hungry Mouth of Sarlacc-a fitting end for that slimy slug. Curse him!"
"And curse Kadann and his Prophets of the Dark Side," Grand Moff Hissa added.
"Yes," Trioculus agreed. "But
Having also captured Princess Leia, Trioculus tried to turn her to the Dark Side, wanting to marry her and make her the Queen of the Empire. However, his plans were thwarted by a clever Alliance plan and a new Rebel weapon-the Human Replica Droid, which was a lifelike droid built to resemble the Princess. It fired lasers from its eyes, striking Trioculus in the chest and wounding him.
Safely rescued from the Imperial Moffship, Princess Leia and Han Solo intend to resume their wedding plans, but not by eloping at Hologram Fun World as they attempted before. Instead, it will be a formal ceremony at the Alliance Senate. Everything should proceed according to plan-as long as they steer clear of the ruthless tyranny of Supreme Prophet Kadann and his Prophets of the Dark Side!
CHAPTER 1
The Final Hour
Grand Moff Hissa steered across the security observation room inside the Imperial Moffship, riding his hover-chair on a cushion of air. He swiftly approached the motionless body that was lying on the floor. Hissa, who had accidentally lost his arms and legs in a pool of toxic waste on the planet Duro, could hear the sounds of shouts and scuffling coming from the corridor on the other side of the locked door. Imperial officers were growing anxious and quarrelsome, as rumors about the fate of Trioculus, their three-eyed leader, spread throughout the spaceship.
Trioculus, who was mortally wounded but still alive, reached up from where he lay, grasping onto one of Hissa’s artificial metallic arms. Those arms had been taken from an Imperial assassin droid and fastened to the stumps at Hissa’s shoulders. It had proven impossible for the medical droids to attach artificial legs at the grand moff’s corroded hipbone; therefore he would be confined to the hover-chair for the rest of his days.
"Hissa," Trioculus groaned, "those foul Rebels have assassinated me-I’m dying." Cold sweat dripped down Grand Moff Hissa’s neck as he stared in shock at Trioculus’s horrible wounds. "This is a black day for the Empire, my Dark Lordship," Hissa said. Grand Moff Hissa glanced away, noticing the remains of the Rebel Alliance’s secret weapon. The weapon, known as a Human Replica Droid, was a robot so lifelike that it had actually fooled Trioculus and Grand Moff Hissa into thinking it was the real Princess Leia. The grand moffs had stared in shock as fiery green laser rays burst from the Human Replica Droid’s eyes, striking Trioculus at close range.
Now the droid’s smoldering remains lay crumpled on the chamber floor, incinerated by blasts from Imperial laser pistols. Grand Moff Hissa grimaced as he inhaled. The room was filled with the scent of burned synthetic flesh and smoking scorched hair, mixed with the foul odor of melted droid microcircuits.
"Hissa," Trioculus gasped, "when I am gone, beware of Kadann. He will turn on you next, because you remained loyal to me until my death, rather than to him." Trioculus spoke slowly in a strained, rasping voice. "He will use his authority as Supreme Prophet of the Dark Side ... to oppose you with all his power and strength."
"Let him oppose us, then," Hissa said, nodding. "We’ll fight back, even if it means an all-out civil war for the Empire. That black-bearded dwarf has proven to be even more of a scoundrel than Zorba the Hutt."
"Zorba, yes . . . we dropped Zorba into the Great Pit of Carkoon," Trioculus recalled in a weakening voice, "sent him plunging into the hungry Mouth of Sarlacc-a fitting end for that slimy slug. Curse him!"
"And curse Kadann and his Prophets of the Dark Side," Grand Moff Hissa added.
"Yes," Trioculus agreed. "But
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