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howled past his gleaming hull. "Artoo, my joints are freezing up. Will youhurry…please?…" But before he could finish his own sentence, Threepio washurrying back toward the hangar entrance. Hoth's sky was then entirely black with night, and Princess Leia Organa stoodinside the Rebel base entrance, maintaining a worried vigil. She shivered in thenight wind as she tried to see into the Hoth darkness. Waiting near a deeplyconcerned Major Derlin, her mind was somewhere out on the ice fields. The giant Wookiee sat nearby, his maned head lifting quickly from his hairyhands as the two droids Threepio and Artoo reentered the hangar. Threepio was humanly distraught. "Artoo has not been able to pick up anysignals," he reported, fretting, "although he feels his range is probably too limited tocause us to give up hope." Still, very little confidence could be detected inThreepio's artificial voice.