Chewbacca thought he was going mad!
    The prison cell was flooded with hot, blinding light that seared his sensitive
Wookiee eyes.  Not even his huge hands and hairy arms, thrust up over his face,
could entirely protect him from the glare.  And to add to his misery, a high-pitched
whistle blared into the cubicle, tormenting his keen sense of hearing.  He roared in
agony, but his guttural roars were drowned out by the piercing, screeching noise.
    The Wookiee paced back and forth within the confines of the cell.  Moaning
pitifully, he pounded at the thick walls in desperation, wanting someone, anyone, to
come and free him.  While he pounded, the whistle that had nearly exploded his
eardrums suddenly stopped and the deluge of light flickered and went out.
    Chewbacca staggered back a step with the sudden absence of torture, and then
moved to one of the cell walls to try to detect whether anyone was approaching to
release him.  But the thick walls revealed nothing and, maddened to a fury,
Chewbacca slammed a giant fist against the wall.
    But the wall stood undamaged and as impenetrable as before, and Chewbacca
realized it would take more than Wookiee brute strength to topple it.
    Despairing of his chances of breaking through the cell to freedom, Chewbacca
shuffled toward the bed, where the box of 3PO parts had been placed.
    Idly at first, and then with more interest, the Wookiee began poking through the
box.  It dawned jointed droid.  Not only would doing so pass the time, but it might
be helpful to have Threepio back in working condition.
    He picked up the golden head and gazed into its darkened eyes.  He held the
head and barked a few soliloquizing words as if to prepare the robot for the joy of
re-entry into activity—or for the disappointment of Chewbacca's possible failure to
reconstruct him properly.
    Then, quite delicately for a creature of his size and strength, the giant Wookiee
placed the staring head atop the bronzed torso.  Tentatively he began experimenting
with Threepio's tangle of wires and circuits.  His mechanical skills had previously
only been tested in repairs on the Millennium Falcon, so he wasn't at all certain he
could complete the delicate task.  Chewbacca juggled and fiddled with the wires,
baffled by this intricate mechanism, when suddenly Threepio's eyes lit up.
    A whine came from inside the robot.  It sounded vaguely like Threepio's
normal voice, but was so low and so slow that the words were unintelligible.
    "Imm-peeeeer-eee-all-storr-mmm-trppp…"
    bewildered, Chewbacca scratched his furry head and studied the broken robot
intently.  An idea came to him, and he tried switching one wire to another plug.
Instantly Threepio began speaking in his normal voice.  What he had to say sounded
like words from a bad dream.
    "Chewbacca!" the head of See-Threepio cried.  "Watch out, there are Imperial
stormtroopers hidden in—"  He paused, as if reliving the whole traumatic experience,
and then he cried, "Oh, no!  I've been shot!"
    Chewbacca shook his head in sympathy.  All he could do at this point was try to
put the rest of See-Threepio back together again.

    Quite possibly it was the first time Han Solo had ever screamed.  Never had he
endured such excruciating torment.  He was strapped to a platform that angled away
from the floor at approximately forty-five degrees.  While he was strapped there,
electric currents of searing power shot through his body at short intervals, each jolt
more painfully powerful than the last.  He squirmed to free himself but his agony
was so severe that it was all he could do just to remain conscious.
    Standing near the torture rack, Darth Vader silently watched Han Solo's ordeal.
Seeming neither pleased nor displeased, he watched until he had seen enough, and
then the Dark Lord turned his back on the writhing figure and left the cell, the door
sliding behind him to muffle Solo's anguished screams.
    Outside the torture chamber, Boba Fett waited for Lord Vader with Lando
Calrissian and the administrator's aide.
    With obvious disdain, Vader turned to Fett.  "Bounty hunter," Vader addressed
the man in the black-marked silver helmet, "if you are waiting for your reward, you
will wait until I have Skywalker."
    The self-assured Boba Fett appeared unruffled by this news.  "I am in no hurry,
Lord Vader.  My concern is that Captain Solo not be damaged.  The reward from
Jabba the Hut is double if he's alive."
    "His pain is considerable, bounty hunter," Vader hissed, "but he will not be
harmed."
    "What about Leia and the Wookiee?" Lando asked with some concern.
    "You will find them well enough," Vader answered.  "But," he added with
unmistakable finality, "they must never again leave this city."
    "That was never a condition of our agreement," Calrissian argued.  "Nor was
giving Han to this bounty hunter."
    "Perhaps you think you're being treated unfairly," Vader said sarcastically.
    "No," Lando said, glancing at his aide.
    "Good," Vader continued, adding a veiled threat.  "It would be most unfortunate
if I had to leave a permanent garrison here."
    Bowing his head reverently, Lando Calrissian waited until Darth Vader had
turned and swept into a waiting elevator with the silver-armored bounty hunter.
Then, taking his aide with him, the administrator of Cloud City strode swiftly down a
white-walled corridor.
    "This deal's becoming worse all the time," Lando complained.
    "Maybe you should have tried to negotiate with him," the aide suggested.
    Lando looked at his aide grimly.  He was beginning to realize that the deal with
Darth Vader was giving nothing to him.  And, beyond that, it was bringing harm to
people he might have called friends.  Finally, he said, low enough not to be heard by
any of Vader's spies, "I've got a bad feeling about this."

    See-Threepio was at last beginning to feel something like his old self.
    The Wookiee had been busily working on reconnecting the droid's many wires
and internal circuits, and just now was beginning to figure out how to attach the limb.
So far he had reattached the head to the torso and had successfully completed
connecting an arm.  The rest of Threepio's parts still lay on the table with wires and
circuits hanging out of the severed joints.
    But, though the Wookiee was diligently working to complete his task, the golden
droid began to complain vociferously.  "Well, something's not right," he fussed,
"because now I can't see."
    The patient Wookiee barked, and adjusted a wire in Threepio's neck.  At last the
robot could see again and he breathed a little mechanical sigh of relief.  "There now,
that's better."
    But it wasn't much better.  When he cast his newly activated sensor gaze toward
where his chest should be he saw—his back!  "Wait—Oh, my.  What have you
done?  I'm backwards!" Threepio sputtered.  "You flea-bitten furball!  Only an
overgrown mophead like you would be stupid enough to put my head—"
    The Wookiee growled menacingly.  He had forgotten what a complainer this
droid was.  And this cell was too small for him to listen to any more of that!  Before
Threepio knew what was happening to him, the Wookiee lumbered over and pulled a
wire.  Instantly the grumbling ceased, and the room became quiet again.
    Then there was a familiar scent nearing the cell.
    The Wookiee sniffed the air and hurried to the door.
    The cell door buzzed open and a ragged, exhausted Han Solo was shoved in by
two Imperial stormtroopers.  The troopers left and Chewbacca quickly moved to his
friend, embracing him with relief.  Han's face was pale, with dark circles under his
eyes.  It seemed that he was on the verge of collapse, and Chewbacca barked his
concern to his long-time companion.
    "No," Han said wearily, "I'm all right.  I'm all right."
    The door opened once again, and Princess Leia was thrown into the cell by the
stormtroopers.  She was still dressed in her elegant cloak but, like Han, she looked
tired and disheveled.
    When the stormtroopers left and the door slid shut behind them, Chewbacca
helped Leia over to Han.  The two gazed at one another with great emotion, then
reached out and tightly embraced.  After a moment they kissed tenderly.
    While Han still held her, Luke weakly asked him, "Why are they doing this?  I
can't understand what they're up to."
    Han was as puzzled as she.  "They had me howling on the scan grid, but they
never asked me any question."
    Then the door slid open again, admitting Lando and two of his Cloud City
guards.
    "Get out of here, Lando!" Han snarled.  If he had felt stronger, he would have
leaped up to attack his traitorous friend.
    "Shut up a minute and listen," Lando snapped.  "I'm doing what I can to make
this easier for you."
    "This ought to be good," Han remarked caustically.
    "Vader has agreed to turn Leia and Chewie over to me," explained Lando.
"They'll have to stay here, but at least they'll be safe."
    Leia gasped.  "What about Han?"
    Lando looked solemnly at his friend.  "I didn't know you had a price on your
head.  Vader has given you to the bounty hunter."
    The princess quickly looked at Han, concern flooding her eyes.
    "You don't know much about much," Han said to Calrissian, "if you think Vader
won't want us dead before all this is over."
    "He doesn't want you all," Lando said.  "He's after someone called Skywalker."
    The two prisoners caught their breath at the casual mention of that name.
    Han seemed puzzled.  "Luke?  I don't get it."
    The princess's mind was racing.  All the facts were beginning to fit together
into a terrible mosaic.  In the past, Vader had wanted Leia because of her political
importance in the war between Empire and Rebel Alliance.  Now she was almost
beneath his notice, useful only for one possible function.
    "Lord Vader has set a trap for him," Lando added, "and—"
    Leia finished his statement.  "We're the bait."
    "All this just to get the kid?" Han asked.  "What's so important about him?"
    "Don't ask me, but he's on his way."
    "Luke's coming here?"
    Lando Calrissian nodded.
    "You fixed us all pretty good," Han growled, spitting his words at Lando,
"—friend!"
    as he snarled that last, accusing word, Han Solo's strength returned in a rush.
He put all of his might into a punch that sent Lando reeling.  Instantly the two former
friends were engaged in a furious, close-quarters battle.  Lando's two guards moved
closer to the two grappling opponents and began striking at Han with the butts of their
laser rifles.  One powerful blow struck Han on the chin and sent him flying across
the room, blood streaming from his jaw.
    Chewbacca began to growl savagely and started for the guards.  As they raised
their laser weapons, Lando shouted, "Don't shoot!"
    Bruised and winded, the administrator turned to Han.  "I've done what I can for
you," he said.  "I'm sorry it's not better, but I've got my own problems."  Then
turning to leave the cell, Lando Calrissian added, "I've already stuck my neck out
farther than I should."
    "Yeah," Han Solo retorted, regaining his composure, "you're a real hero."
    When Lando had left with his guards, Leia and Chewbacca helped Han back to
his feet and led him to one of the bunks.  He eased his weary, battered body onto the
bunk, and Leia took a piece of her cloak and began gently dabbing at his chin,
cleaning off the oozing blood.
    As she did so, she started to chuckle softly.  "You certainly have a way with
people," she teased.

    Artoo-Detoo's head swiveled atop his barrellike body as his scanners perceived
the star-studded void of the Bespin system.
    The speeding X-wing had just entered the system, and was swooping through
black space like a great white bird.
    The R2 unit had a lot to communicate to his pilot.  His electronic thoughts were
tumbling out, one on top of the other, and were translated on the cockpit scope.
    The grim-faced Luke quickly responded to the first of Artoo's urgent questions.
"Yes," Luke replied.  "I'm sure Threepio is with them."
    The little robot whistled an excited exclamation.
    "Just hold on," Luke said patiently, "we'll be there soon."
    Artoo's turning head perceived the regal clusters of stars, his innards warm and
cheerful, as the X-wing continued like a celestial arrow toward a planet with a city in
the clouds.

    Lando Calrissian and Darth Vader stood near the hydraulic platform that
dominated the huge carbon-freezing chamber.  The Dark Lord was quiet while aides
hurried to prepare the room.
    The hydraulic platform was housed within a deep pit in the center of the chamber
and was surrounded by countless steam pipes and enormous chemical tanks of
varying shapes.
    Standing guards with laser rifles clutched in their hands were four armor-suited
Imperial stormtroopers.
    Darth Vader turned to Calrissian after appraising the chamber.  "The facility is
crude," he remarked, "but it should suit our needs."
    One of Vader's officers rushed to the Sith Lord's side.  "Lord Vader," he
reported, "ship approaching—X-wing class."
    "Good," Vader said coldly.  "Monitor Skywalker's progress and allow him to
land.  We'll have the chamber ready for him shortly."
    "We only use this facility for carbon-freezing," the administrator of Cloud City
said nervously.  "If you put him in there, it might kill him."
    But Vader had already considered that possibility.  He knew a way to find out
just how powerful this freezing unit was.  "I don't wish the Emperor's prize to be
damaged.  We'll test it first."  He caught the attention of his stormtroopers.
"Bring in Solo," the Dark Lord commanded.
    Lando quickly glanced at Vader.  He hadn't been prepared for the pure evil that
was manifested in this terrifying being.

    The X-wing speedily made its descent, and began to pierce the dense cloud
blanket enveloping the planet.
    Luke checked his monitor screens with growing concern.  Maybe Artoo had
more information than he was getting on his own panel.  He tapped out a question to
the robot.
    "You haven't picked up any patrol ships?"
    Artoo-Detoo's reply was negative.
    And so Luke, thoroughly convinced that his arrival was thus far undetected,
pressed his ship onward, toward the city of his troubled vision.

    Six of the piglike Ugnaughts frantically prepared the carbon-freezing chamber
for use, while Lando Calrissian and Darth Vader—now the true master of Cloud
City—observed the hasty activity.
    As they scurried about the carbon-freezing platform, the Ugnaughts lowered a
network of pipes—resembling some alien giant's circulatory system—into the pit.
They raised the carbonite hoses and hammered them into place.  Then the six
humanoids lifted the heavy coffinlike container and set it securely onto the platform.
    Boba Fett rushed in, leading a squad of six Imperial stormtroopers.  The
troopers shoved and pulled Han, Leia, and the Wookiee in front of them, forcing them
to hurry into the chamber.  Strapped to the Wookiee's broad back was the partially
reassembled See-Threepio, whose unattached arm and legs were roughly bundled
against his gilded torso.  The droid's head, facing the opposite direction from
Chewbacca's frantically turned around to try to see where they were going and what
lay in store for them.
    Vader turned to the bounty hunter.  "Put him in the carbon-freezing chamber."
    "What if he doesn't survive?" the calculating Boba Fett asked.  "He is worth a
lot to me."
    "The Empire will compensate you for the loss," Vader said succinctly.
    Anguished, Leia protested, "No!"
    Chewbacca threw back his maned head gave out a bellowing Wookiee howl.
Then he charged directly at the line of stormtroopers guarding Han.
    Screaming in panic, See-Threepio raised his one functioning arm to protect his
face.
    "Wait!" the robot yelled.  "What are you doing?"
    But the Wookiee wrestled and grappled with the troopers, undaunted by their
number or by Threepio's frightened shrieks.
    "Oh, no…Don't hit me!" the droid begged, trying to protect his disassembled
parts with his arm.  "No!  He doesn't mean it!  Calm down, you hairy fool!"
    More stormtroopers had come into the room and joined the fight.  Some of the
troopers began to club the Wookiee with the butts of their rifles, banging against
Threepio in the process.
    "Ouch!" the droid screamed.  "I didn't do anything!"
    The stormtroopers had begun to overpower Chewbacca, and were about to smash
him in the face with their weapons when, over the sounds of the fray, Han shouted,
"Chewie, no!  Stop it, Chewbacca!"
    Only Han Solo could deflect the maddened Wookiee from his battle.  Straining
against the hold of his guards, Han broke away from them and rushed over to break
up the fight.
    Vader signaled his guards to let Han go and signaled the battling stormtroopers to
stop the fight.
    Han gripped the massive forearms of his hairy friends to calm him down, then
gave him a stern look.
    The flustered Threepio was still fussing and fuming.  "Oh, yes…stop, stop."
Then, with a robotic sigh of relief, he said, "Thank heavens!"
    Han and Chewbacca faced each other, the former looking grimly into his friend's
eyes.  For a moment they embraced tightly, then Han told the Wookiee, "Save your
strength for another time, pal, when the odds are better."  He mustered a reassuring
wink, but the Wookiee was grief-stricken and barked a mournful wail.
    "Yeah," Han said, trying his best to crack a grin, "I know.  I feel the same way.
Keep well." Han Solo turned to one of the guards.  "You'd better chain him until it's
over."
    The subdued Chewbacca did not resist as the stormtrooper placed restraining
bands around his wrists.  Han gave his partner a final farewell hug, then turned to
Princess Leia.  He took her in his arms and they embraced as if they would never let
go.
    Then Leia pressed her lips to his in a lingering kiss of passion.  When their kiss
ended, tears were in her eyes.  "I love you," she said softly.  "I couldn't tell you
before, but it's true."
    He smiled his familiar cocky smile.  "Just remember that, because I'll be back."
Then his face grew tender and he kissed her gently on the forehead.
    Tears began to roll down her cheeks as Han turned away from her and walked
quietly and fearlessly toward the waiting platform.
    The Ugnaughts rushed to his side and positioned him on the platform, binding
his arms and legs tightly onto the hydraulic deck.  He stood alone and helpless, and
gazed one last time at his friends.  Chewbacca looked at his friend mournfully,
Threepio's head peeking over the Wookiee's shoulder to get one last look at the brave
man.  The administrator, Calrissian, watched this ordeal, a solemn look of regret
etched deeply into his face.  And then there was Leia.  Her face was contorted with
the pain of her grief as she stood regally trying to be strong.
    Leia's was the last face Han saw when he felt the hydraulic platform suddenly
drop.  As it dropped, the Wookiee bellowed a final, baleful farewell.
    In that terrible moment, the grieving Leia turned away, and Lando grimaced in
sorrow.
    Instantly fiery liquid began to pour down into the pit in a great cascading shower
of fluid and sparks.
    Chewbacca half-turned from the horrifying spectacle, giving Threepio a better
view of the process.
    "They're encasing him in carbonite," the droid reported.  "It's high-quality alloy.
Much better than my own.  He should be quite well protected…This is, if he
survived the freezing process."
    Chewbacca quickly glanced over his shoulder at Threepio, silencing his technical
description with an angry bark.
    When the liquid finally solidified, huge metal tongs lifted the smoldering figure
from the pit.  The figure, which was cooling rapidly, had a recognizably human
shape, but was featureless and rocky like an unfinished sculpture.
    Some of the hogmen, their hands protected by thick black gloves, approached the
metal-encased body of Han Solo and shoved the block over.  After the figure crashed
to the platform with a loud, metallic clang, the Ugnaughts hoisted it into the
casket-shaped container.  They then attached a boxlike electronic device to its side
and stepped away.
    Kneeling, Lando turned some knobs on the device and checked the gauge
measuring the temperature of Han's body.  He sighed with relief and nodded his
head.  "He's alive," he informed Han Solo's anxious friends, "and in perfect
hibernation."
    Darth Vader turned to Boba Fett.  "He's all yours, bounty hunter," he hissed.
"Reset the chamber for Skywalker."
    "He's just landed, my lord," an aide informed him.
    "See to it that he finds his way here."
    Indicating Leia and Chewbacca, Lando told Vader, "I'll take what is mine now."
He was determined to whisk them out of Vader's clutches before the Dark Lord
reneged on their contract.
    "Take them," Vader said, "but I'm keeping a detachment of troops here to watch
over them."
    "That wasn't part of the bargain," Lando protested hotly.  "You said the Empire
wouldn't interfere in—"
    "I'm altering the bargain.  Pray I don't alter it any further."
    A sudden tightness grasped Lando's throat, a threatening sign of what would
happen to him if he gave Vader any difficulty.  Lando's hand automatically went to
his neck, but in the next moment the unseen hold was released and the administrator
turned to face Leia and Chewbacca.  The look in his eyes might have expressed
despair, but neither of them cared to look at him at all.
    Luke and Artoo moved cautiously through a deserted corridor.
    It concerned Luke that thus far they had not been stopped for questioning.  No
one had asked them for landing permits, identification papers, purpose of visit.  No
one in Cloud City seemed at all curious about who this young man and his little droid
might be—or what they were doing there.  It all seemed rather ominous, and Luke
was beginning to feel very uneasy.
    Suddenly he heard a sound at the far end of the corridor.  Luke halted, pressing
himself close against the corridor wall.  Artoo, thrilled to think that they might be
back among familiar droids and humans, began to whistle and beep excitedly.  Luke
glanced at him to be still, and the little robot emitted one last, feeble squeak.  Luke
then peered around a corner and saw a group approaching from a side hallway.
Leading the group was an imposing figure in battered armor and helmet.  Behind
him, two Cloud City armed guards pushed a transparent case down the corridor.
From where Luke stood it appeared the case contained a floating, statuelike human
figure.  Following the case were two Imperial stormtroopers, who spotted Luke.
    Instantly, the troopers took aim and began to fire.
    But Luke dodged their laser bolts and, before they could shoot another round, the
youth fired his blaster, ripping two sizzling holes into the stormtroopers' armored
chests.
    As the troopers fell, the two guards quickly whisked the encased figure into
another hallway and the armor-clad figure leveled his laser blaster at Luke, sending a
deadly bolt at him.  The beam just missed the youth, and nicked a large chunk out of
the wall next to him, shattering it into a showed of dustlike particles.  When the
particles had cleared, Luke peeked back around the corner and saw that the nameless
attacker, the guards, and the case had all disappeared behind a thick metal door.
    Hearing sounds behind him, Luke turned to see Leia, Chewbacca, See-Threepio,
and an unfamiliar man in a cloak moving down yet another hallway, and guarded by a
small band of Imperial stormtroopers.
    He gestured to catch the princess's attention.
    "Leia!" he shouted.
    "Luke, no!" she exclaimed, her voice charged with fear.  "It's a trap!"
    Leaving Artoo trailing behind, Luke ran off to follow them.  But when he
reached a small anteroom, Leia and the others had disappeared.  Luke heard Artoo
whistling frantically as he scooted toward the anteroom.  Yet, as the youth swiftly
turned, he saw a mammoth metal door crash down in front of the startled robot with a
thundering clang.
    With the slamming of that door, Luke was cut off from the main corridor.  And,
when he turned to find another way out, he saw more metal doors bang shut in the
other doorway of the chamber.
    Meanwhile, Artoo stood somewhat dazed by the shock of his close call.  If he
had rolled just a tiny bit farther into the anteroom, the door would have squashed him
into scrap metal.  He pressed his metal nose against the door, then gave out a whistle
of relief and wandered off in the opposite direction.
    The anteroom was full of hissing pipes and steam that belched from the floor.
Luke began to explore the room and noticed an opening above his head, leading to a
place he could not even imagine.  He moved forward to get a better look, and as he
did, the section of floor he stood on began to rise slowly upward.  Luke rode up with
the lifting platform, determined to face the foe he had traveled so far to meet.
    Keeping his blaster clutched in his hand, Luke rose into the carbon-freezing
chamber.  Then room was deathly quiet, except for the hissing of steam escaping
some of the pipes in the room.  It appeared to Luke that he was the only living
creature in this chamber of strange machinery and chemical containers, but he sensed
that he was not alone.
    "Vader…"
    He spoke the name to himself as he looked around the chamber.
    "Lord Vader.  I feel your presence.  Show yourself," Luke taunted his unseen
enemy, "or do you fear me?"
    While Luke spoke, the escaping steam began to billow out in great clouds.
Then, unaffected by the searing heat, Vader appeared and strode through the hissing
vapors, stepping onto the narrow walkway above the chamber, his black cloak trailing
behind him.
    Luke took a cautious step toward the demonic figure in black and holstered his
blaster.  He experienced a surge of confidence and felt completely ready to face the
Dark Lord as one Jedi against another.  There was no need for his blaster.  He
sensed that the Force was with him and that, at last, he was ready for this inevitable
battle.  Slowly he began to mount the stairs toward Vader.
    "The Force is with you, young Skywalker," Darth Vader said from above, "but
you are not a Jedi yet."
    Vader's words had a chilling effect.  Briefly Luke hesitated, recalling the words
of another former Jedi Knight:  "Luke, 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."
    But throwing aside any fragment of doubt, Luke gripped the smoothly finished
handle of his lightsaber and quickly ignited the laser blade.
    At the same instant, Vader ignited his own laser sword and quietly waited for the
young Skywalker to attack.
    His great hatred for Vader impelled Luke to lunge at him savagely, bring his
sizzling blade down upon Vader's.  But effortlessly, the Dark Lord deflected the
blow with a defensive turn of his own weapon.
    Again Luke attacked.  Once again their energy blades clashed.
    And then they stood, staring at one another for an endless moment through their
crossed lightsabers.