The fireworm glared down at Luke with its viper's head. It opened a vast
metallic mouth and spewed congealing lava at the wall. Armored intakes
continued to suck air, raising coils of the behemoth's body to the surface.
Luke held up his lightsaber, but it seemed pitifully small to fight a lava
dragon.
With an ultrasonic bellow the fireworm dove beneath the magma again,
splashing molten rock into the air. Luke danced from stepping stone to
stepping stone, trying to avoid the deadly firefall. Globs of lava set his
Jedi cloak on fire, but Luke managed to yank it over his shoulders and toss
it into the bubbling pool, where it burst into bright flames.
He held his lightsaber in front of him. His eyes widened. He reached out
with his Jedi senses, trying to second-guess the creature. His every nerve
was tuned, ready to respond, but he saw only the restless surface of the
lava.
"Where are you?" he whispered.
The fireworm's head exploded out of the lava on the other side, rearing up
to strike. It plunged down, opening its huge mouth to reveal fangs like
stalactites. Luke whirled, bringing up his lightsaber and dancing back to
the previous stepping stone.
As the fireworm struck, Luke slashed with his humming green blade. But when
the lightsaber smashed against the mirrored armor plates, the glowing green
edge refracted into a thousand components, splitting and ricocheting around
the chamber. Sparks showered all around him. The energy blade that could
supposedly slice through anything broke only one small silicon armor plate.
On the other side of the chamber, the people of Eol Sha ducked to escape the
flying shards of green power. Splintered rock fell into the magma lake. Luke
knew he could not use the lightsaber against the monster again.
The fireworm yowled in surprise more than pain, then dove for refuge under
the lava. Luke crouched, desperately trying to figure out what he should do
next. He turned, ready to run to the other side where the people waited for
him.
The fireworm would return any minute. He didn't know how much time he would
have.
Suddenly, the creature launched itself out of the lava, roaring and hissing
and making sounds too horrible for Luke to describe. He turned, lightsaber
in hand and ready to die in battle--but now the monster had no interest in
him at all.
Gouts of acrid smoke poured from the chink in the silicon armor, where lava
ate its way into the fireworm's body core. The creature writhed and tossed,
spewing lava into the air. Molten rock devoured the fireworm's internal
organs like acid, killing it from the inside out. Burning within, the
fireworm thrashed in agony, spraying lava as flames and foul smoke boiled
out of the tiny breach in its armor. When the fiery rock burned through to
the fireworm's inflated air bladders, the creature exploded.
Splatters of hardening lava rained down. Luke managed to deflect most of the
burning chunks with the Force, but some scorched his back and shoulder. The
fireworm's death throes churned waves in the molten rock, then gradually
subsided.
Luke raised his eyes, blinking in disbelief. The people of Eol Sha still
waited for him.
Most of the stepping stones had been washed away in the turmoil. Nothing but
impassable lava remained between him and Gantoris. He could not finish his
journey. Giddy with terror and a backwash of possibilities from the Force,
Luke stared at the impassable river of flames between him and his goal.
He thought of the potential for his proposed academy, for the return of the
Jedi Knights. The New Republic needed him. He had to complete his promise.
He would gather candidates to teach the ways of the Force. He would. Without
a doubt in his mind, still throbbing with the Force after his battle against
the fireworm, he closed his eyes.
Luke walked across the lake of fire.
He did not think about it. The lava refused to touch his feet. Only the
Force burned bright around him. One step after another, he strode across the
flaming rock, letting himself see nothing but his goal until he stood again
on solid ground on the far side of the lake of fire, with Gantoris and his
people.
When he reached safety, he nearly collapsed with relief, but he could not
allow himself to show a change of expression. He tried not to think about
what he had just done.
Gantoris stood before him, an expression of awe on his broad face. The
others backed away, but Gantoris remained motionless. He swallowed as he met
Luke's gaze. "I will abide by my promise." He drew a deep breath. "Teach me
how to use this mysterious power within me."
Without a thought Luke reached forward with trembling hands and touched
Gantoris's head. He sent mental fingers inward, probing to the back of the
other man's mind, searching until he found the mysterious nub in Gantoris's
subconscious, and pushed--
The strength of his reflexive reaction knocked Luke backward so that he had
to catch his balance before tumbling into the lava. Gantoris did indeed have
the Jedi potential, enough to make him a formidable candidate for the Jedi
academy.
Luke allowed himself a sigh of relief. The terror and the testing had been
worth it. He took Gantoris's hand, then looked at the gathered survivors of
the abandoned colony.
"We will find a new home for your people. But first you will come with me to
Coruscant."
Lando Calrissian's ship, the Lady Luck, received clearance from a
bored-sounding traffic controller to land in the spaceport of Umgul. As the
ship coasted through the misty atmosphere, Lando was amazed at the number of
private ships, space yachts, and luxurious ground skimmers bustling around
the landing center.
Lando cruised with the other traffic over flatlands surrounding a broad
river on his way to Umgul City. Fleets of sail barges drifted over the
sluggish river. Looking down, he could see flashing lights and gyrating
bodies that spoke of wild parties on the barge decks.
A moist planet, but cool, Umgul was frequently blanketed by dense fog and
low-hanging clouds; even now, in the middle of the day, wisps of mist
drifted up from the river and spread across the lowlands. Though
unremarkable in resources and strategic importance, Umgul had earned
galactic fame as a sports center, home of the renowned Umgullian blob races.
The Lady Luck followed her designated vector to a spaceport carved into
limestone bluffs rising above the river. Accompanied on either side by tiny
two-person pleasure skimmers, Lando brought his ship through the cavern
mouth. He barely managed to avoid hitting a blue zeppelin full of tourists.
Inside, hairy attendants wearing bright-orange vests directed the Lady Luck
into her parking stall by waving handheld laser beacons.
Lando turned to the two droids next to him in the pilot's compartment. "Are
you boys about ready to have fun?"
Artoo beeped something Lando could not understand, but Threepio straightened
in indignation. "We are not here to have fun, General Calriss
ian. We are
here to assist Master Luke!"
"I'm here as a private citizen going to the blob races." Lando jabbed a
finger at him. Being in close quarters with Threepio for only a day had
already been enough for the prissy droid to get on his nerves. "You are my
protocol droid, and you'd better play the part--or I'll have you run a
complete diagnostic of all the sewage-control systems on Umgul City."
"I ... understand clearly, sir."
As the Lady Luck's ramp tongued out, Lando stepped into the chaos of the
Umgullian reception center. Voices blurred by background noise made
perpetual announcements over the intercom systems. Roars from departing
vehicles echoed in the grotto. Acrid smells of exhaust fumes and
engine-fueling ports stung Lando's nostrils.
Nonetheless, he held his head high and strode down the ramp, swirling his
cape and beckoning the two droids to follow. "Threepio, can you understand
any of those announcements? Figure out where we're supposed to go."
Threepio scanned the data walls that listed services offered by Umgul City.
Text scrolled out in several languages. Four stubby vendors rushed over to
the new visitor, pushing trinkets and souvenirs at Lando. The
scruffy-looking hucksters were Ugnaughts, the ugly little maintenance
creatures that filled the lower levels of Cloud City.
"Why not bring a baby blob home for the kids, sir?" The Ugnaught thrust out
a greenish, oozing mass that looked like a fist-sized wad of phlegm.
"How about some blob candy, sir? Best in the city! My secondary mate makes
it at home." The gelatinous blob candy looked identical to the baby blob the
first Ugnaught had offered.
"Good-luck charm?" said a third Ugnaught. "Works for all religions!"
Lando waved them away. "Threepio, where are we going?"
"Adjusting for local time, sir, I believe there is an important blob race
beginning in less than one standard hour. The Umgullian mass-transit systems
will take us directly to the blob arena. I believe the mass-transit access
is--'' The four Ugnaught souvenir vendors began falling over each other
offering to guide the fine gentleman to the arena. '--to our left." Threepio
gestured to a brightly painted tunnel entrance.
"Come on," Lando said and, without looking back, walked over to the
mass-transit entrance. The disappointed Ugnaughts hurried off to hunt for
other customers.
The mass-transit trip was like a roller-coaster ride without wheels. A slim
tube-like car shot through the tunnel up to the top of the bluff, splashing
through high-rising fog and rushing over woodlands where trees crammed into
notches in the weathered limestone. The ground was a crazy quilt of bright
signs describing tourist attractions, eating establishments, pawnshops, and
high-interest, no-questions-asked gambling loans.
At the great entry kiosks to the blob arena, streams of people and other
creatures pushed in, paying their credits and obtaining seat assignments.
Lando paid for himself but argued with the ticket-taking computer over
whether his two droids were companions (and thus needed to buy tickets) or
subservient information-processing attendants; Lando won the argument,
though Threepio seemed insulted at being classed as little more than an
appliance.
The blob-racing stadium was a vast sinkhole that had collapsed into the top
of the bluff, a circular pit in the rocky ground. The Umgullian stadium
management had carved thousands of seats, stalls, pits, and sockets out of
the sloping rocky walls to accommodate all manner of bodily configurations.
Giant whirring fans had been mounted around the rim of the sinkhole,
generating a hefty breeze to shove back the encroaching fog that pushed in
from all sides, driving it into the open air, where it dissipated.
After pushing his way along the crowded halls, Lando found his seat, pleased
to see that it had a good view of the entire "blobstacle course" below. The
odds panel in front of his seat listed information about the fourteen blob
challengers for the day's first heat and also counted down the twenty
minutes remaining before the next race would begin.
A grin spread across Lando's face as he took in the smells of treats and
condiments, saw whirring robotic drink dispensers drifting through the
stands. He was enjoying this already. It brought back plenty of old
memories.
As baron-administrator of Bespin's Cloud City, Lando had spent much of his
time in the high-class casinos, watching the tourists and high rollers. He
had never seen blob racing before, but the excitement in the air made his
heart beat faster.
Threepio fidgeted, looking at the crowd. A white ursine creature nearly
knocked him over as it pushed its way to a seat farther down the mezzanine.
Lando couldn't forget the primary reason why he was here, though. Mounted to
Artoo's body core was the power pack of the Imperial Jedi-detecting device,
and Lando kept the sheet-crystal detector paddles secured to his own side.
"Okay, Artoo. Let's see if we can find our friend Tymmo. Jack into the
stadium computer and see if he's bought a ticket or placed a bet. If so,
let's find out where he's seated."
The announcer's voice echoed around the arena. "Sentient beings of all
genders--welcome to the galaxy-renowned blob races of Umgul! Before we begin
this afternoon's first heat, we'd like to call your attention to next week's
special gala blob derby to be hosted in honor of a visiting dignitary, the
Duchess Mistal from our sister planet Dargul. We hope you'll all attend."
The apathetic reaction from the crowd told Lando just how many visiting
dignitaries Umgul must host throughout the year.
"For this afternoon's event we'll be running fourteen thoroughbred racing
blobs through a twelve-point blobstacle course that has been thoroughly
inspected and certified by the galactic racing commission. All data on the
age, mass, and viscosity of our racing blobs is available at the terminal in
front of your seat."
Lando smiled grimly at that. Umgul City claimed to run clean blob races, and
cheating was a capital offense. "What does he mean by "thoroughbred racing
blobs"?" he asked.
Threepio heard him. "This species of blob has several variants that are used
for different purposes throughout the system. Some upper-class people
actually keep them as pets. Others have seen certain medicinal value in blob
treatment, such as letting a blob ooze across one's back for massage therapy
or soaking one's aching feet in the warm gelatinous mass."
"But these are racers?"
"Yes, sir, bred for speed and fluidity."
The announcer finished reading several standard disclaimers. "At this point
we officially declare all betting substations to be closed. The odds
computer will post final probability tables, which are now available at your
terminals. We shall begin the race in just a moment. Please enjoy a
refreshment compatible with your biochemistry while you wait!"
Hearing a ratcheting sound, Lando directed his attention to the rear of the
playing field. Conveyor mechanisms raised the blo
b platforms to a high ramp,
stopping in front of a gate that held the oozing blobs back from the
launching slide. The fourteen separate chutes in the steep, lubricated ramp
were designed to boost a blob's momentum at the starting signal.
"On your mark!" the announcer said.
Lando could sense a blanketing hush through the stadium as the spectators
craned forward, staring at the chutes and waiting for the blobs to emerge.
A loud electronic tone reverberated through the air, like a bullet hitting a
brass bell, and suddenly the gates flew open. The ramps tilted forward,
spilling the multicolored blobs down the lubricated chutes.
Fourteen syrupy masses tumbled and oozed pell-mell down the slides, striking
the low walls and slithering as fast as they could to the bottom of the
ramp. The blobs showed a range of colors, primarily grayish green but laced
with bright hues. Variegated strands of vermillion stood out on one,
turquoise on another, lime-green on a third. Each blob had a holographic
number imprinted in its protoplasm; the number somehow stayed upright no
matter which way the blob oriented itself.
With the chutes equally lubricated, all fourteen blobs struck the bottom of
the ramp at about the same time. When the low walls no longer separated the
tracks, the frantic blobs began to make their way helter-skelter around each
other, gushing forward into the blobstacle course.
One contender, Blob 11--a dark-green specimen laced with a striking amethyst
pattern--burst onto the flat of the track with pseudopods already extended,
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