星球大战 第二部 第三章（3）

Only a thick glass window separated the battered, near-frozen body of Luke

Skywalker from four of his watchful friends.

Han Solo, who appreciated the relative warmth of the Rebel medical center, was

standing beside Leia, his Wookiee copilot, Artoo-Detoo, and See-Threepio. Han

exhaled with relief. He knew that, despite the grim atmosphere of the chamber

enclosing him, the young commander was finally out of danger and in the best of

mechanical hands.

Clad only in white shorts, Luke hung in a vertical position inside a transparent

cylinder with a combination breath mask and microphone covering his nose and

mouth. The surgeon droid, Too-Onebee, was attending to the youth with the skill of

the finest humanoid doctors. He was aided by his medical assistant droid, FX-7,

which looked like nothing more than a metal-capped set of cylinders, wires, and

appendages. Gracefully, the surgeon droid worked a switch that brought a gelatinous

red fluid pouring down over his human patient. This bacta, Han knew, could work

miracles, even with patients in such dire shape as Luke.

As the bubbling slime encapsulated his body, Luke began to thrash about and

rave deliriously. "Watch out," he moaned. "…snow creatures.

Dangerous…Yoda…go to Yoda…only hope."

Han had not the slightest idea what his friend was raving about. Chewbacca,

also perplexed by the youth's babbling, expressed himself with an interrogative

Wookiee bark.

"He doesn't make sense to me either, Chewie," Han replied.

Threepio commented hopefully, "I do hope he's all there, if you take my

meaning. It would be most unfortunate if Master Luke were to develop a short

circuit."

"The kid ran into something," Han observed matter-of-factly, "and it wasn't just

the cold."

"It's those creatures he keeps talking about," Leia said, looking at the grimly

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