1040: Driver

1040: Driver

A terrible explosion ignited a fire at the back of the dock, and Luke was also washed to the ground. Slowly, he stood up again, step by step, struggling towards the last remaining Empire shuttle.

The Millennium Falcon continues to rush left and right in the maze-like power well, approaching the center of this huge circular base little by little, the main reactor. The anti-army cruiser dropped a series of bombings in the unfinished, exposed superstructure of the Death Star, each hit caused a resounding rumble in the huge battle base, and a series of new chain disasters.

Commander Gerald sat in the control room of Death Star, motionless, watching the shattering things around him. Half of his men were either dead, injured, or ran away; the rest were either futile, cursing the enemy's ships, or aimlessly firing all their fires at all defense zones, shouting orders, or desperately focusing on a single task, as if this would save them, or, like Gerald himself, just sitting in a nest.

He didn't know what he did wrong. He had always been patient, loyal, smart, and firm. He was the commander of the largest battle base he had ever built. Now he was full of hatred for the anti-army alliance, a childish, uncontrollable hatred. He had loved it once--it was a child he could bully, a baby he could torment, angered baby. But now, the child has grown up; it has known how to fight back effectively. It has broken free from its shackles.

Gerald hates it now.

Yet at this moment, he seemed to be able to do nothing. Except, of course, destroy Endo - he was able to do this. A small meaning - burning a green, living thing to ashes for no reason, to a irresponsible destruction. A small meaning, but wonderfully satisfying.

A staff officer ran towards him. "The anti-war fleet is approaching, sir."

"Concentrate the firepower in that area." He replied upset. The controller on the opposite wall suddenly started to burn.

"Fighters in the upper structure are escaping our defense system, Commander. Should I-"

"Drown the 3o4 and 138 zones with artillery fire. This should slow them down." He frowned at the staff officer.

This means little to no avail to the staff. He has begun to doubt the commander's level of awareness of the situation. "But sir..."

"How long will it take to go to the Endo satellite?"

The staff officer looked at the computer screen. "There are two minutes left to reach the satellite target, sir. Commander, fleet--"

"Accelerate the rotation until the satellite is in range, then wait for my signal and fire together."

"Yes, sir." The staff officer activated a series of switches, "Spinning acceleration. There is still one minute to reach the satellite target, sir. There is still sixty seconds to reach the shooting range. Goodbye, sir." The staff officer saluted and handed the launch switch to Gerald, and turned around and rushed out of the door when another explosion shocked the control room.

Gerald smiled quietly at the viewing screen. Endo began to walk out of the cover of the Death Star. He caressed the launch switch in his hand. It was half a minute before he reached the satellite target. The scream erupted from the next room.

Launched in thirty seconds.

Lando searched carefully for the target in the reactor core shaft. His squadron was left with Vidig—flying in front of him, and Jin Wing—flying behind him. Several belt fighters were still following him.

The spirals in these centers are almost as wide as two aircraft, and at the current speed of Lando, there is a sharp turn every five or ten seconds. One belt fighter hits the well wall and explodes; the other shot down the Golden Wing.

Then there were only two left in Lando's squadron.

Lando kept blocking the remaining belt fighter with his tail gun until the main reactor jumped into his eyes. They had never seen such awesome reactor.

"It's so big, golden-collared aircraft," Vedigy called, "My nucleated torpedo can't even knock it out a pit."

"You go attack the power regulators on the North Tower," said Lando. "I'll attack the main reactor. We carry shock missiles - they should be able to penetrate. But once we launch these shock missiles, we don't have much time to escape."

"I've set out," shouted Widig.

With a Korylian's fighting cry, Widigy shot out his torpedo and hit two of the North Tower, then he left the squadron and accelerated to rush out.

"Falcon" waited for another three seconds of danger.

Then its impact missile flew out with a strong roar. The flash of light a second later made Lando unable to see anything that was happening. After the flash, the entire reactor began to collapse.

"Just hit it!" Lando shouted, "Now, the difficult time has come."

The shaft had begun to collapse on his top and was filled with smoke. The "Falcon" quickly passed through the spiral passages, through the wall of flames, and through the rolling shafts, always just before the continuous explosions.

Widiggi rushed out of the upper structure of the Death Star at almost sub-light speed, and rushed into deep space with inertia next to Endo's close side, then slowly slowed down on an arc route and flew back to a safe satellite.

After a while, Luke also drove a shaky shuttle to the main dock, just before the part exploded into pieces. His shuttle also rushed towards the nearby green satellite.

Just as if it was spit out of that big fire, finally, the "Millennium Falcon" also flew towards Endo. Then, the Star of Death suddenly disappeared into the bright flame, like a sudden supernova.

On Endo, when the Star of Death exploded, Han bandaged the wound on Lea's arm in a small valley covered with ferns. The explosion attracted everyone's attention, no matter where they were—the Evaks, the Storm Warrior Captives, the Anti-Soldiers—the final, violent, self-destructive incandescent light in space at night. The Anti-Soldiers cheered.

Lea touched Han's face. Han leaned over, kissed her, and then sat back, watching her focus on the bright sky.

"Hey," he said, "I bet Luke just happened to leave that place before the explosion."

She nodded. "Yes, find it to feel it." Her brother's life was touching her through "power". She reached out to respond to the touch and comforted Luke. Everything was fine.

Han looked at her with deep love, special love. Because she was a special woman. A princess who became not by name but by heart. Her strength surprised him, and her gentleness surprised him. Once, he wanted to get whatever he wanted, for himself, because he wanted. And now, he wanted to want everything for her. Everything about her. He could see that one thing she was eager to desire now was, Luke.

"You really care about him, do you?"

She nodded and glanced at the sky. He was still alive, Luke was still alive. And the other—the dark one—was dead.

"So, listen," Han continued, "I get it. When he comes back, I won't get in the way of you..."

She narrowed her eyes and suddenly realized that they were saying their own words. "What are you saying?" Then, she realized what he was saying. "Oh, no, no." She laughed loudly, "It's not that at all - Luke is my brother."

Next, Han experienced shock, embarrassment, and joy. This made everything safe and sound. It was really great.

He walked past her with his arm, hugged her, and gently placed her back on the soft fern, taking care not to touch her wounds. Then he lay down, lying beside her.

Under the vanishing light of the burning planet.

Luke stood in a forest clearing, with a large pile of trees and branches in front of it, and lying calmly on the top of the pile of wood, Darth Vader had lost his life. Luke threw a torch on the pile of wood.

The flames wrapped around the body, and the smoke rose from the exit of the mask, like a dark soul, and was finally released. Luke stared at the fire in sorrow, silently saying his last goodbye. He had believed in the little bit of humanity left in his father's heart. Now this atonement rose with the flames, rising into the night.

Luke's eyes also rose into the air with them. There, they were mixed with the fireworks celebrating victory ejected by the anti-army fighter jets. These, in turn, were mixed with the campfires dotted in the woods and Evak villages—the cheers of joy, the flames of condolences and triumphant—the flames of gratitude. He could also hear the drum beats, the music floating in the fire, and the cheers of reunion. As the local gaze at the flames symbolizing his own victory and failure, Luke's cheers were silent.

A bunch of campfires burned in the center of Evak Square to celebrate the night. Anti-army warriors and Evaks shared the warm fire of this cold night - they sang, danced, and laughed. Even Tiber and Adushi had reconciled, and were now dancing a small brisk dance together, while others clapped their hands on the musical rhythm. Snapier, although his time as king in this village was over, now sat satisfied near the little robot, his best friend in this universe. He thanked God, Captain Solo had his Adu, let alone cured the mistress of Lea, as an incongruous man, Solo did have time to be proud of. And he also thanked God that the bloody war finally ended.

The captives have been sent to the remnants of the Imperial Fleet by shuttles—the anti-army planet cruiser is dealing with all this, just somewhere above it. And the Death Star has burned out itself.

Han, Lea, Chobaka stood not far from the revelers, approaching each other very close, without saying a word, but only looked at the path leading to the village from time to time. Half was waiting, and half was trying not to wait; they could not do anything else.

Until, finally, their patience was finally rewarded: Luke and Lando, tired but happy, walked out of the darkness along the path, and walked into the light. Friends rushed over to greet them. They hugged, cheered, and jumped around, and finally they were just crowded together, still without a word, just touching each other was very satisfying.

After a while, the two robots also shyly came over and stood next to their dearest friends.

The night was already deep, and the Evak people continued their carnival, while the brave adventurers watched outside the circle.

For a moment, in the campfire, Luke thought he had seen some dancing faces—Judal, Ben; was that one his father? He left his companions, wondering what these faces were saying; but these faces only appeared for a short time, and spoke only to the shadow of the flame, and then disappeared completely.

Ke felt a moment of sorrow, Tan then, Lea took his hand and pulled him back to her and the others, to the friendship and loyalty of his friends, to the warmth and love.

The empire was destroyed.

Long live the alliance.

I quickly retreated to the store and asked the clerk for a bottle of water, took a pill, and when it came out, it was a typical dog-legged expression.

"Why is this like this in the company?" This is the first sentence Song Ziyan asked when she saw me.

I was so angry that I had to ask innocently: "Hehe, General Manager, about my allocation problem... Did Manager Tian make any mistake in conveying it?"

I dare not question the general manager directly, so I will help Manager Tian as cannon fodder.

He glanced at him: "What? Not satisfied?"

"How could it be?!" I stammered my neck: "Satisfied, too satisfied, I can't be satisfied anymore if I am satisfied!"

He smiled: "What kind of satisfaction method? Let's talk about it."

I solemnly agreed: "First of all, the work content is very fulfilling. (Manager Sun has explained so many things that he has to trot even to the toilet. Can it not be fulfilled?!) Secondly, the work partner is very interesting (it's really fun)."

He nodded in agreement: "It's rare that you have experienced the company's soft power in just one day, but there is still something to pay attention to."

"How could it be? There are still things to pay attention to in such a perfect and cohesive company?" I widened my eyes and said I was disbelief.

"Type, style issues." He glanced at me: "Especially in public places like restaurants."

Grandma! I'm going around the bush or turning it onto me. I know everything, but I just see that I'm embarrassed. I guess it was also deliberately arranged for Manager Sun, who has a grudge! Why did I blinded me at the beginning and believe him? Retribution, retribution! (Dog Eye... Daughter, you're already confused.)

Fortunately, I just took a heart-saving pill, and I could nod my head without blushing and my heart was beating: "Well, there is this urgency."

He smiled faintly and stopped talking.

I regard it as the dawn before the darkness and dare not relax at all and continue to wait.

As I was talking, the car had already been driving for a long time. I took the bus back and forth and didn’t know the way, but I was sure to have gone to the wrong place. The reason is very simple. The rule of walking from the city to the school is that there are fewer and fewer people at the bottom of the building, and the more broken the trees, the more prosperous the car is.

I looked around and said, "General Manager, are we lost?"

= =

He said, "Didn't you bring me a plate?"

Only then did I remembered, I quickly took out the plate from my bag and served it with both hands.

He continued, "It's impolite to come but not to go. You have brought me a plate. I have to invite you to a meal to express my feelings."

"No, no, no." I waved my hands repeatedly and followed you to have a meal. Even if there was a Manhan chew in front, it would be as good as chewing wax. The taste was second. What I feared most was that it affected my health. Indigestion is certain, and it is possible to be choked to death.

What's more, he is happy to frame me if he is fine, and he even takes the initiative to greet me? (You have changed from a dog to a chicken, and there are still ten shortages in the twelve zodiac signs, come on.)

It’s the same old saying, cherish life and stay away from evil spirits.

Unfortunately, this monster is very good at Taoism, and he said lightly: "You are so deliberate and want your general manager to owe you favors, what's your intention?" He sent me away.

The car parked in a very nice decoration place, and I followed him into the hotel with my life-threatening determination.

There is a melodious violin concerto in the hotel, and the gurgling flow of the indoor fountain like water, a quiet natural scene. In the depths of the scene, a woman wearing a white skirt and a fairy in the forest, looking at the ground forty-five degrees, leaving only a pair of eyes flashing towards Song Ziyan.

Another person who was blinded by the skin!

When Song Ziyan received the radio waves, he raised his foot and walked in that direction. It can be seen that the men are all animals attracted by the skin, so I could only follow them happily. When I arrived at the table, Song Ziyan nodded slightly: "Hello Miss Li."
To be continued...