class of weapons joined the cacophony as the defenders opened up on the Imperials. For a few seconds the two groups of weapons vied with each other. Then, with a screech of strained metal, the sounds were cut off.
The four techs were the first around the corner to where Luke waited, their faces showing the mixture of fear and nervousness and exhilaration of men who've just survived their first firelight. Lando was next, with Han and Chewbacca bringing up the rear. "Ready?" Han asked Luke.
"Yes." Luke indicated the rigged sections of ceiling and wall. "It's not going to hold them for long, though."
"Doesn't have to," Han grunted. "As long as it takes a few of them out it's worth it. Let's go."
"Hold it," Luke said, stretching out with the Force. Those strangely disturbing minds : "They're splitting up," he told Han. "About half are still at the portside blast doors; the other half are going to the starboard Operations section."
"Trying to flank us," Han nodded. "Lando, how well is that area sealed off?"
"Not very," Lando admitted. "The blast doors from the docking bay itself should hold for a while, but there's a whole maze of storage rooms and maintenance shops off of Operations that they can probably get back to the main starboard corridor from. There were too many doors for us to close it all off."
From the blast doors they'd just left came the dull thud of a shaped charge. "So this group keeps us busy thinking they're all here, while the other one tries to get behind us," Han decided. "Well, we didn't want to hold the whole corridor, anyway. Chewie, you and Lando take the others and fall back toward the bridge. Take out as many of them as you can on the way. Luke and I'll go across to starboard and see if we can slow that batch down a little."