He yanked back on the throttle. At the same time he opened the stop to feed it as much fuel as possible. With a garbled roar, the swoop shot forward. Laser fire and explosions rocked the air around Boba. Below him, the spines waited. “Master…help…!” A cry echoed above the sound of laser fire. Boba leaned forward as far as he could, arms outstretched. His swoop raced toward the shining black pinnacle of Mazariyan. One huge, curved spine thrust upward. It positioned itself to impale the small form falling like a stone. Boba’s swoop dipped as he reached out. With a groan, something heavy crashed onto the front of the swoop. Boba swerved away from Mazariyan. “Th-thanks!” Ulu Ulix blinked. He kept a tight hold on the swoop’s fuel tank. His three large eyes stared gratefully at Boba. “I thought I was dead back there!” “Well, there’s still a chance you might be!”
