Chapter 38:
I grab a large pole like thing and I try and place it in between the quickly moving walls. Oh, I can only hope it works. Or else we're all dead. Chewy roars from fear. "Chewy! Try and push it!" I stupidly say. But, Chewy tries. I start to panic. "Oh where's R2 when you need him?" I whimper.
"Wait a second," Luke realizes. He pulls out the communicator. "3PO!? Do you hear me 3PO? Come on! Oh, where could he be?"
"Do you think they were found?" I panic. Luke gives up and tries to push the wall. I put up my leg on one and my back to the other. I see my leg bend. I whimper of fear.
"3PO!" Luke tries again. "Come on! 3PO!" I put down my leg and I stand.
"Get on the top of the pile!" Han commands.
"I can't!" Leia panics.
"3PO! Where is he?!" Luke shouts into the communicator.
"It's not working!" I press my back to a wall and I realize just how close the other one is.
"I know for certain that we're all going to be a lot thinner after this!" Han tries to ease the tension. I widen my eyes as the other wall gets even closer. I place myself up the wall and I feel my breathing quicken. I look away and let out a much needed scream.
"Are you there sir?" a voice comes. Luke looks amazed at his communicator.
"3PO?!" he asks joyfully into it.
"I'm sorry, we had some problems," C-3PO says.
"Just shut up and listen! Shut off all the garbage mashers on the detention level!" Luke shouts.
"HURRY!" I yell. I see the other wall and I try to push it away with my arms. It's at arm length, that's pretty bad. I can feel it push into me, but then it stops. "Huh?" I open my eyes. I start to go hysterical. "YES!" I scream. The rest cheer that they survived as well. This isn't my only near death experience.
"3PO we're alright!" Luke shouts. I let my hands rest and I lie my head on the wall behind me. "Open the door! Where are we?"
"3-8-2-6-7!" I yell happily. The door opens and I rush out. I put on fresh things and I dust off my hair.
"Alright then, let's get going," Luke smiles, shaking his hair dry. Chewy roars.
"What?" Han asks. Chewy looks at the garbage room. "Ah, there's nothing there!" Han points his blaster at the room.
"No! They'll hear it!" Leia shouts. Han shoots anyways. Chewy runs away from the room and stops when there's a distance.
"Oh come here you big coward! Chewy come here!" Han orders him like a pet.
"Listen. From this point, you do as I say. Okay?" Leia demands. Pushy, like her father. She starts to lead.
"Wait a minute, look your wonderfulness, I don't take orders from anyone!" Han follows.
"Then it's a wonder you're still alive," Leia smirks. "Can someone get this walking carpet out of my way? Mara, am I right?" I nod. "Come." It's strange how I seem to have a weird thing that attracts the high ranks of anything.
"No reward is worth this," Han mutters. We walk and walk until we reach the lookout to the Falcon. "There she is."
Leia looks out the window. "C-3PO, are you there?" Luke asks.
"Yes sir," 3PO replies.
"Where are you?" Luke asks.
"We're across the ship," 3PO's voice comes from the communicator.
"We're right above you," Luke sighs. Leia turns to Han.
"You fly that thing?" she asks. "You're braver than I thought."
"How nice, come on," Han leads us down. We come into a hall way that a band of clones come to us.
"It's them! Kill them!" one says.
