It was dawn on the gaseous Bespin planet.
    As the Millennium Falcon began its approach through the planet's atmosphere, it
soared past several of Bespin's many moons.  The planet itself glowed with the same
soft pink hue of dawn that tinted the hull of the powerful pirate starship.  As the ship
neared, it swerved to avoid a billowing canyon of clouds that swirled up around the
planet.
    When Han Solo finally lowered his ship through the clouds, he and his crew got
their first glimpse of the gaseous world of Bespin.  And as they maneuvered through
the clouds, they noticed that they were being followed by some kind of flying vehicle.
Han recognized the craft as a twin-pod cloud car but was surprised when the car
began to bank close to his freighter.  The Falcon suddenly lurched as a round of laser
fire struck its hull.  No one on the Falcon had expected this kind of greeting.
    The other craft transmitted a static-obscured message over the Falcon's radio
system.
    "No," Han snarled in reply, "I do not have a landing permit.  My registration
is—"
    But his words were drowned out by a loud crackle of radio static.
    The twin-pod car was apparently not willing to accept static for a reply.  Again
it opened up fire on the Falcon, shaking and rattling the ship with each strike.
    A clear warning voice came over the freighter's speakers:  "Stand by.  Any
aggressive move will bring about your destruction."
    At this point Han had no intention of making any aggressive moves.  Bespin
was their only hope of sanctuary, he didn't plan to alienate his prospective hosts.
    "Rather touchy, aren't they?" the reactivated See-Threepio asked.
    "I thought you knew these people," Leia chided, casting a suspicious look at
Han.
    "Well," the Corellian hedged, "it's been a while."
    Chewbacca growled and barked, shaking his head meaningfully at Han.
    "That was a long time ago," he answered sharply.  "I'm sure he's forgotten all
about it."  But he began to wonder if Lando had forgotten the past…
    "Permission granted to land on Platform 327.  Any deviation of flight pattern
will bring about your—"
    Angrily, Han switched off the radio.  Why was he being put through this
harassment?  He was coming here peacefully; wasn't Lando going to let bygones by
bygones?  Chewbacca grunted and glanced at Solo, who turned to Leia and her
worried robot.  "He'll help us," he said, trying to reassure them all.  "We go way
back…really.  Don't worry."
    "Who's worried?" she lied unconvincingly.
    By then they could clearly see the Cloud City of Bespin through the cockpit
window.  The city was immense and seemed to float in the clouds as it emerged
through the white atmosphere.  As the Millennium Falcon approached the city, it
became evident that the expansive city structure was supported from below by a thin
unipod.  The base of this supporting stalk was a large round reactor that floated
through its billowing sea of clouds.
    The Millennium Falcon dipped closer to the huge city and veered in the direction
of its landing platforms, flying past the rising towers and spires that dotted the city's
landscape.  In and about these structures cruised more of the twin-pod cloud cars,
gliding effortlessly through the mists.
    Han gently brought the Falcon in to land on Platform 327; and as the ship's ion
engines whined to a stop, the captain and his crew could see the welcoming party
moving toward the landing platform with weapons drawn.  Like any cross-section of
citizenry of Cloud City, this group included aliens, droids, and humans of all races
and description.  One of these humans was the group's leader, Lando Calrissian.
    Lando, a handsome black man perhaps the same age as Solo, was clad in elegant
gray pants, blue shirt, and a flowing blue cape.  He stood, unsmiling, on Landing
Platform 327, waiting for the Falcon's crew to disembark.
    Han Solo and Princess Leia appeared at the open door of their ship, with blasters
drawn.  Standing behind them was the giant Wookiee, his gun in hand and a
bandoleer of ammunition packs slung over his left shoulder.
    Han didn't speak but quietly surveyed the menacing welcoming party that was
marching across the platform toward them.  An early morning wind began to sweep
along the ground, making Lando's cloak fly up behind him like enormous deep blue
wings.
    "I don't like this," Leia whispered to Han.
    He didn't much like it either, but he wasn't going to let the princess know that.
"It'll be all right," he said quietly.  "Trust me."  Then, cautioning her, he added,
"But keep your eyes open.  Wait here."
    Han and Chewbacca left Leia guarding the Falcon and they walked down the
ramp to face Calrissian and his motley army.  The two parties moved toward each
other until Han and Calrissian stopped, three meters apart, the face each other.  For a
long moment, each one eyed the other silently.
    Finally Calrissian spoke, shaking his head and squinting at Han.  "Why, you
slimy, double-crossing, no-good swindler." He said grimly.
    "I can explain everything, ol' buddy," Han said quickly, "if you'll just listen."
    Still unsmiling, Lando surprised alien and human alike when he said, "Glad to
see you."
    Han lifted an eyebrow skeptically.  "No hard feelings?"
    "Are you kidding?" Lando asked coolly.
    Han was becoming nervous.  Had he been forgiven or not?  The guard and
aides still had not lowered their weapons, and Lando's attitude was mystifying.
Trying to conceal his worry, Han remarked gallantly, "I always said you were a
gentleman."
    With that, the other man broke into a grin.  "I'll bet," he chuckled.
    Han laughed in relief, as the two old friends at last embraced each other like the
long-lost accomplices they were.
    Lando waved at the Wookiee, standing behind his boss.  "How you doing,
Chewbacca?" he asked amiably.  "Still wasting your time with this clown, eh?"
    The Wookiee growled a reserved greeting.
    Calrissian was not certain what to make of that growl.  "Right," he half-smiled,
looking uncomfortable.  But his attention was distracted from this shaggy mass of
muscle and hair when he saw Leia beginning to walk down the ramp.  This lovely
vision was followed closely by her protocol droid, who cautiously glanced around as
they walked toward Lando and Ha.
    "Hello!  What have we here?" Calrissian welcomed her admiringly.  "I am
Lando Calrissian, administrator of this facility.  And who might you be?"
    The princess remained coolly polite.  "You may call me Leia," she replied.
    Lando bowed formally and gently kissed the princess's hand.
    "And I," her robot companion said, introducing himself to the administrator, "am
See-Threepio, human-cyborg relations, at your—"
    But before Threepio could finish his little speech, Han draped one arm about
Lando's shoulder and steered him away from the princess.  "She's traveling with me,
Lando," he advised his old friend, "and I don't intend to gamble her away.  So you
might as well forget she exists."
    Lando looked longingly over his shoulder as he and Han began to walk across
the landing platform, followed by Leia, Threepio and Chewbacca.  "That won't be
easy, my friend," Lando said regretfully.
    Then he turned to Han.  "What bring you here anyway?"
    "Repairs."
    Mock panic spread across Lando's face.  "What have you done to my ship?"
    Grinning, Han glanced back at Leia.  "Lando used to own the Falcon," he
explained.  "And he sometimes forgets that he lost her fair and square."
    Lando shrugged as he conceded to Han's boastful claim.  "That ship saved my
life more than a few times.  It's the fastest hunk of junk in the galaxy.  What's
wrong with her?"
    "Hyperdrive."
    "I'll have my people get to work on it right away," Lando said.  "I hate the
thought of the Millennium Falcon without her heart."
    The group crossed the narrow bridge that joined the landing area to the city—and
were instantly dazzled by its beauty.  They saw numerous small plazas ringed by
smooth-edged towers and spires and buildings.  The structures that constituted Cloud
City's business and residential sections were gleaming white, shining brightly in the
morning sun.  Numerous alien races made up the city's populace and many of these
citizens leisurely walked through the spacious streets alongside the Falcon visitors.
    "How's your mining operation going?" Han asked Lando.
    "Not as well as I'd like," Calrissian answered.  "We're a small outpost and not
very self-sufficient.  I've had supply problems of every kind and…"  The
administrator noticed Han's amused grin.  "What's so funny?"
    "Nothing."  Then Han chuckled.  "I never would have guessed that underneath
that wild schemer I knew was a responsible leader and businessman."  Grudgingly,
Han had to admit that he was impressed.  "You wear it well."
    Lando looked at his old friend reflectively.  "Seeing you sure brings back a few
memories."  He shook his head, smiling.  "Yes, I'm responsible these days.  It's a
price of success.  And you know what, Han?  You were right all along.  It's
overrated."
    Both burst out laughing, causing a head or two to turn as the group moved
through the city walkways.
    See-Threepio lagged a bit behind, fascinated by the bustling alien crowds in the
Cloud City streets, the floating cars, the fabulous, fanciful buildings.  He turned his
head back and forth, trying to register it all in his computer circuits.
    As the golden droid gawked at the new sights, he passed a door facing the
walkway.  Hearing it open, he turned to see a silver Threepio unit emerging and
stopped to watch the other robot move away.  While Threepio paused there, he heard
a muffled beeping and whistling coming from behind the door.
    He peeked in and saw a familiar-looking droid sitting in the anteroom.  "Oh, an
R2 unit!" he chirped in delight.  "I'd almost forgotten what they sound like."
    Threepio moved through the doorway and walked into the room.  Instantly he
sensed that he and the R2 unit were not alone.  He threw his golden arms up in
surprise, the expression of wonder on his gilded faceplate frozen in place.  "Oh,
my!" he exclaimed.  "Those look like—"
    As he spoke, a rocketing laser bolt crashed into his metal chest, sending him
flying in twenty directions around the room.  His bronzed arms and legs crashed
against the walls and settled in a smoldering heap with the rest of his mechanical
body.
    Behind him, the door slammed shut.
    Some distance away, Lando guided the small group into his hall of offices,
pointing out objects of interest as they moved through the white corridors.  None of
them had noticed Threepio's absence as they walked along, discussing life in Bespin.
    But Chewbacca suddenly stopped and curiously sniffed the air as he looked
behind him.  Then he shrugged his huge shoulders and continued to follow the
others.
    Luke was perfectly calm.  Even his present position did not make him feel tense
or strained or unsure, or any of the negative things he used to feel when he first
attempted this feat.  He stood, perfectly balanced on one hand.  He knew the Force
was with him.
    His patient master, Yoda, sat calmly on the soles of Luke's upturned feet.  Luke
concentrated serenely on his task and all at once he lifted four fingers from the ground.
His balance undisturbed, he held his upside-down position—on one thumb.
    Luke's determination had made him a quick study.  He was eager to learn and
was undaunted by the tests Yoda had devised for him.  And now he felt confident
that when he finally left this planet, it would be as a full-fledged Jedi Knight prepared
to fight only for the noblest of causes.
    Luke was rapidly growing stronger with the Force and, indeed, was
accomplishing miracles.  Yoda grew more pleased with his apprentice's progress.
Once, while Yoda stood watching nearby, Luke used the Force to lift two large
equipment cases and suspend them in midair.  Yoda was pleased, but noticed
Artoo-Detoo observing this apparent impossibility and emitting electronic beeps of
disbelief.  The Jedi Master raised his hand and, with the Force, lifted the little droid
off the ground.
    Artoo hovered, his baffled internal circuits and sensors trying to detect the
unseen power that held him suspended in the air.  And suddenly the invisible hand
played still another joke on him: While hanging in midair, the little robot was abruptly
turned upside down.  His white legs kicked desperately and his dome head spun
helplessly around.  When Yoda finally lowered his hand, the droid, along with two
supply cases, began to drop.  But only the boxes smashed against the ground.
Artoo remained suspended in space.
    Turning his head, Artoo perceived his young master, standing with hand
extended, preventing Artoo from a fatal tumble.
    Yoda shook his head, impressed by his student's quick thinking and by his
control.
    Yoda sprang onto Luke's arm and the two of them turned back toward the house.
But they had forgotten something: Artoo-Detoo was still hanging in the air, beeping
and whistling frantically, trying to get their attention.  Yoda was merely playing
another joke on the fretful droid, and as Yoda and Luke strolled away, Artoo heard the
Jedi Master's bell-like laugh float in gay peals behind him as the droid slowly lowered
to the ground.

    Some time later, as dusk crept through the dense foliage of the bog, Artoo was
cleaning the X-wing's hull.  Through a hose that ran from the pond to an orifice in
his side, the robot sprayed down the ship with a powerful stream of water.  And
while he worked, Luke and Yoda sat in the clearing, Luke's eyes closed in
concentration.
    "Be calm," Yoda told him.  "Through the Force things you will see: other
places, other thoughts, the future, the past, old friends long gone."
    Luke was losing himself as he concentrated on Yoda's words.  He was
becoming unaware of his body and let his consciousness drift with the words of his
master.
 "My mind fills with so many images."
    "Control, control you must learn of what you see," the Jedi Master instructed.
"Not easy, not fast."
    Luke closed his eyes, relaxed, and began to free his mind, began to control the
images.  At last there was something, not clear at first, but something white,
amorphous.  Gradually the image cleared.  It seemed to be that of a city, a city that
perhaps floated in a billowing white sea.
    "I see a city in the clouds," he finally said.
    "Bespin," Yoda identified it.  "I see it, too.  Friends you have there, heh?
Concentrate and see them you will."
    Luke's concentration intensified.  And the city in the clouds became clearer.
As he concentrated he was able to see forms, familiar forms of people he knew.
    "I see them!" Luke exclaimed, his eyes still shut.  Then a sudden agony, of
body and spirit, took hold of him.  "They're in pain.  They're suffering."
    "It is the future you see," the voice of Yoda explained.
    The future, Luke thought.  Then the pain he had felt had not yet been inflicted
on his friends.  So perhaps the future was not unchangeable.
    "Will they die?" he asked his master.
    Yoda shook his head and shrugged gently.  "Difficult to see.  Always in
motion is the future."
    Luke opened his eyes again.  He stood up and quickly began to gather his
equipment.  "They're my friends," he said, guessing that the Jedi Master might try to
dissuade him from doing what he knew he must.
    "And therefore," Yoda added, "decide you must how to serve them best.  If you
leave now, help them you could.  But you would destroy all for which they have
fought and suffered."
    His words stopped Luke cold.  The youth sank to the ground, feeling a shroud
of gloom envelop him.  Could he really destroy everything he had worked for and
possibly also destroy his friends?  But how could he not try to save them?
    Artoo perceived his master's despair and rolled over to stand by him and provide
what comfort he could.

    Chewbacca, who had grown concerned about See-Threepio, slipped away from
Han Solo and the others and began hunting for the missing droid.  All he had to
follow were his keen Wookiee instincts as he wandered through the unfamiliar white
passageways and corridors of Bespin.
    Following his senses, Chewbacca finally came upon an enormous room in a
corridor on the outside of the Cloud City.  He approached the entrance to the room
and heard the clamor of metallic object clattering together.  Along with the clanging,
he heard the low grunting of creatures he had never encountered before.
    The room he had found was a Cloud City junk room—the repository of all the
city's broken machines and other discarded metal junk.
    Standing amid the scattered pieces of metal and tangled wire were four hoglike
creatures.  White hair grew thickly on their heads and partially covered their
wrinkled piggish faces.  The humanoid beasts—called Ugnaughts on this
planet—were busy separating the junked pieces of metal and casting them into a pit of
molten metal.
    Chewbacca entered the room and saw that one of the Ugnaught held a
familiar-looking piece of golden metal.
    The piglike creature was already raising his arm to toss the severed metal leg into
the sizzling pit when Chewbacca roared at him, barking desperately.  The Ugnaught
dropped the leg and ran, to cower in terror with his fellows.
    The Wookiee grabbed the metal leg and inspected it closely.  He hadn't been
mistaken.  And as he growled angrily at the huddled Ugnaughts, they shivered and
grunted like a pack of frightened pigs.

    Sunlight streamed into the circular lounge of the apartments assigned to Han
Solo and his group.  The lounge was white and furnished simple, with a couch and a
table and little any anything else.  Each of the four sliding doors, placed along the
circular wall, led to an adjoining apartment.
    Han leaned out the lounge's large bay window to take in the panoramic view of
Cloud City.  The sight was breathtaking, even to such a jaded star jockey.  He
watched the flying cloud cars weave between the towering buildings, then looked
down to see the people moving through the networks of streets below.  The cool,
clean air swept against his face, and, at least for the present, he felt as if he didn't
have a care in all the universe.
    A door behind him opened, and he turned to see Princess Leia standing in the
entranceway to her apartment.  She was stunning.  Dressed in red with a
cloud-white cloak flowing to the floor, Leia looked more beautiful than Han had ever
seen her.  Her long, dark hair was tied with ribbons and it softly framed her oval face.
And she was looking at him, smiling at his astounded expression.
    "What are you staring at?" she asked, beginning to blush.
    "Who's staring?"
    "You look silly," she said, laughing.
    "You look great."
    Leia looked away in embarrassment.  "Has Threepio turned up yet?" she asked,
trying to change the subject.
    Solo was taken off guard.  "Huh?  Oh.  Chewie went to look for him.  He's
been gone too long just to be lost."  He patted the softly cushioned sofa.  "Come
over here," he beckoned.  "I want to check this out."
    She thought about his invitation for a moment, then walked over and sat next to
him on the couch.  Han was overjoyed at her apparent compliance and leaned over to
put his arm around her.  But just before he had quite succeeded, she spoke again.  "I
hope Luke made it to the fleet all right."
    "Luke!"  He was becoming exasperated.  How hard did he have to play at this
game of hard-to-get?  It was her game, and her rules—but he had chosen to play.
She was too lovely to resist.  "I'm sure he's fine," Han said, soothingly.  "Probably
sitting around wondering what we're doing right now."
    He moved closer and put his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him.
She gazed at him invitingly, and he moved to kiss her—
    Just then one of the doors zapped open.  Chewbacca lumbered in carrying a
large packing case filled with disturbingly familiar metal parts—the remains, in
bronzed bits and pieces, of See-Threepio.  The Wookiee dropped the case on the
table.  Gesturing toward Han, he barked and growled in distress.
    "What happened?" Leia asked, moving closer to inspect the pile of disjointed
part.
    "He found Threepio in a junk room."
    Leia gasped.  "What a mass!  Chewie, do you think you can repair him?"
    Chewbacca studied the collection of robot parts, then, looking back at the
princess, shrugged his shoulders howled.  It looked to him like an impossible job.
    "Why don't we just turn him over to Lando to fix?" Han suggested.
    "No thanks," Leia answered, with a cold look in her eyes.  "Something's wrong
here.  Your friend Lando is very charming, but I don't trust him."
    "Well, I do trust him," Han argued, defending his host.  "Listen, sweetheart, I'm
not going to have you accusing my friend of—"
    But he was interrupted by a buzz as a door slid open, and Lando Calrissian
entered the lounge.  Smiling cordially, he walked toward the small group.  "Sorry,
am I interrupting anything?"
    "Not really," the princess said distantly.
    "My dear," Lando said, ignoring her coldness toward him, "your beauty is
unparalleled.  Truly you belong here with us among the clouds."
    She smiled icily.  "Thanks."
    "Would you care to join me for a little refreshment?"
    Han had to admit that he was a bit hungry.  But for some reason he could not
quite name, he felt a wave of suspicion about his friend flood over him.  He didn't
remember Calrissian being quite so polite, quite so smooth.  Perhaps Leia was
correct in her suspicions…
    His thoughts were interrupted by Chewbacca's enthusiastic bark at the mention
of food.  The big Wookiee was licking his lips at the prospect of a hearty meal.
    "Everyone's invited, of course," Lando said.
    Leia took Lando's proffered arm and, as the group moved toward the door,
Calrissian glimpsed the box of golden robot parts.  "Having problems with your
droid?" he asked.
    Han and Leia exchanged a quick glance.  If Han was going to ask for Lando's
help in repairing the droid, now was the moment.  "An accident," he grunted.
"Nothing we can't handle."
    They left the lounge, leaving behind them the shattered remains of the protocol
droid.
    The group strolled through the long white corridors and Leia walked between
Han and Lando.  Han wasn't at all certain he liked the prospect of competing with
Lando for Leia's affections—especially under the circumstance.  But they were
dependent on Lando's good graces now.  They had no other choice.
    Joining them as they walked was Lando's personal aide, a tall bald man dressed
in a gray jacket with ballooning yellow sleeves.  The aide wore a radio device that
wrapped around the back of his head and covered both his ears.  He walked along
with Chewbacca a short distance behind Han, Leia, and Lando, and as they walked
toward Lando's dining hall, the administrator described the status of his planet's
government.
    "So you see," Lando explained, "we are a free station and do not fall under the
jurisdiction of the Empire."
    "You're part of the mining guild then?" Leia asked.
    "Not actually.  Our operation is small enough not to be noticed.  Much of our
trade is, well…unofficial."
    They stepped onto a veranda that overlooked the spiraled top of Cloud City.
From here they saw several flying cloud cars gracefully swooping around the
beautiful spired buildings of the city.  It was a spectacular view, and the visitors were
very impressed.
    "It's a lovely outpost," Leia marveled.
    "Yes, we're proud of it," Lando replied.  "You'll find the air quite special
here…very simulating."  He smiled at Leia meaningfully.  "You could grow to like
it."
    Han didn't miss Lando's flirtatious glance—and he didn't like it, either.  "We
don't plan on staying that long," he said brusquely.
    Leia raised an eyebrow and glanced mischievously at the now-fuming Han Solo.
"I find it most relaxing."
    Lando chuckled, and led them from the veranda.  They approached the dining
hall with its massive closed doors and, as they paused in front of them, Chewbacca
lifted his head and sniffed the air curiously.  He turned and barked urgently at Han.
    "Not now, Chewie," Han reproved, turning to Calrissian.  "Lando, aren't you
afraid the Empire might eventually discover this little operation and shut you down?"
    "That's always been the danger," the administrator replied.  "It's loomed like a
shadow over everything we've built here.  But circumstances have developed which
will insure security.  You see, I've made a deal that will keep the Empire out of here
forever."
    With that the mighty door slid open—and immediately Han understood just what
that "deal" must have involved.  At the far end of the huge banquet table stood the
bounty hunter Boba Fett.
    Fett stood next to a chair that held the black essence of evil itself—Darth Vader.
Slowly the Dark Lord rose to his full, menacing two-meter height.
    Han shot his meanest look at Lando.
    "Sorry, friend," Lando said, sounding mildly apologetic.  "I had no choice.
They arrived right before you did."
    "I'm sorry, too," Han snapped.  In that instant, he cleared his blaster from its
holster, aimed it directly at the figure in black, and began to pump laser bolts Vader's
way.
    But the man who may have been the fastest draw in the galaxy was not fast
enough to surprise Vader.  Before those bolts zipped halfway across the table, the
Dark Lord had lifted a gauntlet-protected hand and effortlessly deflected them so they
exploded against the wall in a harmless spray of flying white shards.
    Astounded by what he had just seen, Han tried firing again.  But before he
could discharge another laser blast, something—something unseen yet incredibly
strong—yanked the weapon from his hand and sent it flying into Vader's grip.  The
raven figure calmly placed the weapon on top of the dining table.
    Hissing through his obsidian mask, the Dark Lord addressed his would-be
assailant.  "We would be honored if you joined us."

    Artoo-Detoo felt the rain plunking on top of his metal dome as he trudged
through the muddy puddles of the bog.  He was headed for the sanctuary of Yoda's
little hut, and soon his optical sensors picked up the golden glow shining through its
windows.  As he neared the inviting house, he felt a robot's relief that at last he
would get out of this annoying, persistent rain.
    But when he tried to pass through the entrance he discovered that his inflexible
droid body just could not get in; he tried from one angle, then from another.  At last
the perception that he was simply the wrong shape to get in seeped into his computer
mind.
    He could scarcely believe his sensors.  As he peered into the house, he scanned
a busy figure, bustling about the kitchen, stirring steaming pots, chopping this and
that, running back and forth.  But the figure in Yoda's tiny kitchen, doing Yoda's
kitchen tasks, was not the Jedi Master—but his apprentice.
    Yoda, it appeared from Artoo's scan, was simply sitting back observing his
young pupil from the adjacent room, and quietly smiling.  Then suddenly, in the
midst of all his kitchen activity, Luke paused, as if a painful vision had appeared
before him.
    Yoda noticed Luke's troubled look.  As he watched his student, three glow-ball
seekers appeared from behind Yoda and noiselessly shot through the air to attack the
young Jedi from behind.  Instantly Luke turned to face them, a pot lid in one hand
and a spoon in the other.
    The seekers sent one rocketing bolt after another directly at Luke.  But, with
astounding skill, he warded off every one.  He knocked one of the seekers toward the
open door where Artoo stood watching his master's performance.  But the faithful
droid saw the shining ball too late to avoid the bolt it shot at him.  The impact
knocked the shrieking robot onto the ground with a clunk that nearly shook loose his
electronic insides.
    Later that evening, after the student had successfully passed a number of his
teacher's tests, a weary Luke Skywalker finally fell asleep on the tossing and softly
moaning.  His concerned droid stood by him, reaching out an extension arm and
covering Luke with the blanket that had slipped halfway off.  But when Artoo started
to roll away, Luke began to groan and shudder as if in the grip of some horrible
nightmare.
    Inside the house, Yoda heard the groans and hurried to his doorway.
    Luke awoke from his sleep with a start.  Dazed, he looked about him, then saw
his teacher, worriedly watching him from his house.  "I can't keep the vision out of
my head," Luke told Yoda.  "My friends…they're in trouble…and I feel that—"
    "Luke, you must not go," Yoda warned.
    "But Han and Leia will die if I don't."
    "You don't know that."  It was the whispered voice of Ben, who was beginning
to materialize before them.  The dark-robed figure stood, a shimmering image, and
told Luke, "Even Yoda cannot see their fate."
    But Luke was deeply worried about his friends and was determined to do
something.  "I can help them!" he insisted.
    "You're not ready yet," Ben said gently.  "You still have much to learn."
    "I feel the Force," Luke said.
    "But you cannot control it.  This is a dangerous stage for you, Luke.  You are
now most susceptible to the temptations of the dark side."
    "Yes, yes," Yoda added.  "To Obi-wan you listen, young one.  The tree.
Remember your failure at the tree!  Heh?"
    Painfully, Luke remembered, though he felt he had gained a great deal of
strength and understanding in that experience.  "I've learned much since then.  And
I'll return to finish.  I promise that, master."
    "You underestimate the Emperor," Ben told him gravely.  "It is you he wants.
That is why your friends suffer."
    "And that," Luke said, "is why I must go."
    Kenobi was firm.  "I will not lose you to the Emperor as I once lost Vader."
    "You won't."
    "Only a fully trained Jedi Knight, with the Force as his ally, will conquer Vader
and his Emperor," Ben emphasized.  "If you end your training now, if you choose
the quick and easy path—as Vader did—you will become an agent of evil, and the
galaxy will be plunged deeper into the abyss of hate and despair."
    "Stopped they must be," Yoda interjected.  "Do you hear?  On this all
depends."
    "You are the last Jedi, Luke.  You are our only hope.  Be patient."
    "And sacrifice Han and Leia?" the youth asked incredulously.
    "If you honor what they fight for," Yoda said, pausing for a long moment,
"…yes!"
    Great anguish overcame Luke.  He wasn't certain that he could reconcile the
advice of these two great mentors with his own feelings.  His friends were in terrible
danger, and of course he must save them.  But his teachers thought he was not ready,
that he might be too vulnerable to the powerful Vader and his Emperor, that he might
bring harm to his friends and himself—and possibly be lost forever on the path of
evil.
    Yet how could he fear these abstract things when Han and Leia were real and
were suffering?  How could he permit himself to fear possible danger to himself
when his friends were presently in real danger of death?
    There was no longer any question in his mind as to what he had to do.

    It was dusk the next day on the bog planet when Artoo-Detoo settled himself into
his nook behind the cockpit of Luke's X-wing fighter.
    Yoda stood on one of the storage cases, watching Luke load the cases one by one
into the fighter's underbelly as he worked in the glow of the X-wing's lights.
    "I cannot protect you, Luke," the voice of Ben Kenobi came, as his robed figure
took solid form.  "If you choose to face Vader, you will do it alone.  Once you've
made this decision, I cannot interfere."
    "I understand," Luke replied calmly.  Then, turning to his droid, he said, "Artoo,
fire up the power converters."
    Artoo, who had already unfastened the power couplings on the ship, whistled
happily, grateful to be leaving this dismal bog world, which was certainly no place for
a droid.
    "Luke," Ben advised, "use the Force only for knowledge and for defense, not as
a weapon.  Don't give in to hate or anger.  They lead the way to the dark side."
    Luke nodded, only half-listening.  His mind was on the long journey and on the
difficult tasks ahead of him.  He must save his friends, whose lives were in danger
because of him.  He climbed into the cockpit, then looked at his little Jedi Master.
    Yoda was deeply concerned about his apprentice.  "Strong is Vader," he warned
ominously.  "Clouded is your fate.  Mind what you have learned.  Notice
everything, everything!  It can save you."
    "I will, Master Yoda," Luke assured him.  "I will and I'll be back to finish what
I have begun.  I give you my word!"
    Artoo closed the cockpit and Luke started the engines.
    Yoda and Obi-wan Kenobi watched the X-wing gear its engines and begin to
move away for takeoff.
    "Told you, I did," Yoda said sorrowfully, as the sleek fighter craft began to lift
into the misty heavens.  "Reckless is he.  Now things are going to worse."
    "That boy is our last hope," Ben Kenobi said, his voice heavy with emotion.
    "No," Kenobi's former teacher corrected with a knowing gleam in his large eyes,
"there is another."
    Yoda lifted his head toward the darkening sky where Luke's ship was already a
barely distinguishable point of light among the flickering stars.