A Greek Beauty

I said, I've come to rescue you. Ben Kenobi is with me. We've got yourtwo 'droids—" The uncertainty was instantly replaced by hope at the mention of the oldster'sname. "Ben Kenobi!" She looked around Luke, ignoring him as she searched forthe Jedi. "Where is he? Obi-wan!" Governor Tarkin watched as Darth Vader paced rapidly back and forth in theotherwise empty conference room. Finally the Dark Lord paused, glancing aroundas though a great bell only he could hear had rung somewhere close by. "He is here," Vader stated unemotionally. Tarkin looked startled. "Obi-wan Kenobi! That's impossible. What makesyou think so?" "A stirring in the force, of a kind I've felt only in the presence of my old master.It is unmistakable." "Surely—surely he must be dead by now." Vader hesitated, his assurance suddenly gone. "Perhaps…It is gone now. Itwas only a brief sensation." "The Jedi are extinct," declared Tarkin positively. "Their fire was quencheddecades ago. You, my friend, are all that's left of their ways." A comlink buzzed softly for attention. "Yes?" Tarkin acknowledged. "We have an emergency alert in detention block AA-23." "The Princess!" Tarkin yelped, jumping to his feet. Vader whirled, trying tostare through the walls. "I know it—Obi-wan is here. I knew I could not mistake a stirring in the forceof such power." "Put all sections on alert," Tarkin ordered through the comlink. Then he turnedto stare at Vader. "If you're right, he must not be allowed to escape." "Escape may not be Obi-wan Kenobi's intention," Vader replied, struggling tocontrol his emotions. "He is the last of the Jedi—and the greatest. The danger hepresents to us must not be underestimated—yet only I can deal with him." His headsnapped around to stare fixedly at Tarkin. "Alone."