Star Wars Journal - The Fight for Justice by Luke Skywalker Read Online Free PDF Page B

droids. Threepio is a bit… I almost said stiff-necked , but that’s a given! He chatters on and on to the point where I have to shut him down to get any peace and quiet! But he has a good heart—or servo, or motivator, or whatever they call it. He constantly calls me sir , or Master Luke . Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I’m into titles. It’s just that I kind of like being treated with respect for a change.
    As for Artoo—well, I know I should be annoyed with him for lying to me and running off. But he did it for a good reason, and if he hadn’t, I’d most likely be dead now, and he and Threepio would be spare parts. He seems like a cheerful sort of fellow, and imaginative, too.
    If anything happened to the two of them, I’d miss them. Since they were both hijacked by Jawas, I don’t think I have any real title to them, but they feel like family droids, and thus my responsibility. I warned them to keep their eyes open and stay alert, and then I followed Ben into the cantina.
    I was lost in the place. I stared around, realizing that there was a lot going on. People and aliens were sitting around talking, exchanging information and packages and other things. A lot of it had to be illegal, but it was being done right out in the open.
    I must have looked like an easy target to some of the regulars there. I mean, staring around with an amazed expression on my face and all. A couple of heavy types came over to me. The human was nasty. I’m not even sure what his companion was; I’ve never seen an alien like him before. Anyway, they started to pick a fight with me for absolutely no reason.
    I didn’t know what to do, and I guess that showed, too. They started to push and yell at me—and I just stood there and took it. What else could I do? I didn’t want to start a fight, and they weren’t listening to anything I had to say.
    One of them shoved me to the floor and went for a blaster. And I could see that he intended to use it!
    I don’t know what his problem was, but I suspect he was simply bored and wanted to kill somebody for fun.
    It was scary, but I didn’t really have time to think about it. Ben came out of nowhere, and tried to calm the creeps down. It didn’t work, and the human went for his blaster again.
    I’ve never in my life seen anything as fast as what happened next. Ben somehow had his own lightsaber out, and it was slicing before anyone had a chance to breathe. One swipe, and the man’s arm was cut off! His alien friend had time for a squeal before his chest was sliced, too.
    I was just astounded at how fast Ben had moved. I’d barely blinked, and it was all over. He simply shrugged and promised me that one day I’d do the same, while also making it very clear that violence is to be used as a last resort. I can see why he’d be a great teacher.
    Anyway, he’d found us a contact—a Wookiee named Chewbacca. You’d think I wouldn’t be shocked by anything at this point. But Chewie sure managed to surprise me. He’s one of the tallest beings I’ve ever seen in my life, and definitely the hairiest. Wookiees are all hair and fangs—and muscles . He was one tough-looking alien. Amazingly, Ben could actually speak a little of his language, so we could talk.
    My first thought, looking at him, was that Chewie had to be some important guy’s bodyguard. He didn’t wear clothing—with all of that hair, he certainly didn’t need any!—but he had a bandolier slung over his shoulder, a blaster at his hip, and a bowcaster on his back. He was a walking showcase of muscle and weaponry. Talk about reeking of hired gun, I thought.
    I was wrong.
    It turned out that Chewie is the first mate of a Corellian stock light freighter named the Millennium Falcon . He was obviously a lot brighter than he looked, which taught me not to make snap judgments. He suggested that we wait while he found his captain, so Ben and I did just that. Aside from anything else, I wouldn’t want to argue with a