The Rising Force by Dave Wolverton Page B

his forehead and made his clothes feel heavy. He felt half-frozen, and still weak from the wounds the pirate had dealt. He glanced toward the ocean. Not far off, a gleaming draigon dropped like a blaster bolt toward the sea, its wings folded.
    It plunged into the pounding surf, then flapped its wings. As it rose from the white-capped waves, a huge glittering fish wriggled in its mouth.
    Thankfully, the draigon had not seen him. Or if it had, it did not care for human flesh. Perhaps the draigons had never seen animals on land, and did not think to hunt there.
    Qui-Gon did not dare looked down. Up above him a few hundred
    meters, he could see a faint mist vented from a crevice blowing wildly in the wind. It would take the sharp eye of someone who knew what they were looking for, but the mist was definitely tinted with yellow.
    The dactyl would be there.
    The travel was hard. There were no trails. Not a rock on this planet had ever been crushed underfoot. If he stepped on a rock, it was
    likely to twist beneath him. Even if it didn‘t turn, they felt sharp and
    painful beneath his feet. The only plants he found were small gray
    lichens that crusted over everything. When they were dry, walking on them
    was like walking on carpet. But once the morning rains began to fall, the lichens turned slick.
    Though he could feel the Force guiding him to the dactyl, it still seemed an almost impossible task.
    Lightning sizzled through the air. Thunder shook the stone beneath his fingertips. Wind gusted at his back. Qui-Gon clung to the face of the rock wall. His shoulder throbbed.
    Not much farther, he told himself.
    There was a flash just above his head. Splinters of rock stung his cheek.
    For half a moment, he thought that a lightning bolt had nearly pierced him. But he realized that it was too small.
    A blaster. Someone had shot at him!
    Qui-Gon craned his neck, and tried to look down. He spotted them immediately in the rocks below. It was difficult for a Hutt to hide. It
    was Grelb, Jemba‘s errand boy. He slithered along, flanked by several
    Whiphids. They raised heavy blaster rifles and fired again. The Hutt
    laughed merrily.
    Blaster bolts exploded all around Qui-Gon.
    His lightsaber was useless. There was nowhere to hide, no way to fight.
    Painfully, Qui-Gon struggled upward.
    Grelb the Hutt chortled in delight. His plan had worked perfectly. He knew Qui-Gon would have to appear around the side of the mountain and make the last ascent straight up to the dactyl. All he had to do was find a position, and wait.
    At first, he‘d been afraid of the draigons, and he‘d kept still, hoping to be mistaken for a rock. But gradually, Grelb had grown comfortable. The draigons were probably fish-eaters, nothing more.
    He didn‘t fear their teeth – but the rough stones of this world threatened to tear through even Grelb‘s thick hide. The Hutt wanted nothing more that to slither carefully back to the ship.
    But right now he had a job to do: kill the Jedi. It was going to be a pleasure.
    The Jedi was trapped on the cliff face above, squirming up toward the ledge where the dactyl was hidden. Qui-Gon had no blaster to shoot back with. He was a big target. It looked as if this would be an easy kill.
    So Grelb told his cronies, ―Take your time. Have some fun.‖
    His Whiphids whimpered in delight. They loved to torment helpless creatures.
    They kept up a steady barrage of fire, purposely missing the Jedi with every shot. They hit just close enough to try to terrify the Jedi.
    Grelb chortled, ―Look at him squirm, boys! Reminds me of that puffer I ate for dinner last night!‖
    But the truth was, the Jedi did not squirm. He didn‘t cringe, or try to scramble away. His pace didn‘t change at all. Slowly, methodically, he climbed the cliff face, even as rock splintered
    millimeters from his face.
    The Whiphids grew angry. ―Is he blind?‖ one asked in a complaining tone. ―This is no fun at all.‖
    Grelb frowned. He did not want the