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black void where, a moment before,the Millennium Falcon had been. His deep, black silence brought terror to the twomen standing near him. Admiral Piett and his captain waited, chills of fear coursingthrough their bodies, and wondered how soon they would feel the invisible, viseliketalons around their throats. But the Dark Lord did not move. He stood, silently contemplative, with hishands behind his back. Then he turned and slowly walked off the bridge, his eboncloak billowing behind him.
The Millennium Falcon was at last safely docked on a huge Rebel cruiser. Gleamingin the distance was a glorious red glow that radiated from a large red star—a glow thatshed its crimson light on the battered hull of the small freighter craft. Luke Skywalker rested in the medical center of the Rebel Star Cruiser, where hewas attended by the surgeon droid called Too-Onebee. The youth sat quietly,thoughtfully, while Too-Onebee gently began to look at his wounded hand.