Star Wars 191 Galaxy of Fear 07 The Brain Spiders John Whitman星球大战恐惧星系脑蜘蛛约翰惠特曼.pdf

Star Wars Galaxy Of Fear 7 The Brain Spiders by John Whitman PROLOGUE In the middle of a wide chamber sat a high table. A tray next to it was covered with sharp metal instruments. On the table, a man struggled desperately, but his arms and legs were held down with unbreakable straps. Several figures glided out of the shadows. One of them wore a long brown robe that hid his face. Is everything ready? he asked. Another nodded. We can begin. The first figure pulled back the sleeves of his long brown robe and from the tray picked up a wicked-looking blade. Please, said the man on the table. I didnt do any-thing. Let me go! The figure in the brown robe did not respond. Im begging you, the man pleaded again. I didnt do anything. Please dont hurt me! The dark figure smiled. Hurt you? You dont under-stand. I am not going to hurt you. I am going to show you the mysteries of the universe. He held up the sharp blade, which had many j agged sawlike teeth, and nodded to his companion. All right, lets remove his brain. Welcome to Koda Spaceport. Welcome zzzzz! to Koda Spzzzzzz! port... The hospitality droid was programmed for one simple task to welcome visitors to Koda Space Station. But one of those visitors had fired a blaster shot through the droids main computer, frying its circuits. The tall, humanoid droid shuf8ed back and forth in the huge gateway, repeating his welcome over and over again. Tash and Zak Arranda, along with their uncle Hoole, stood at the entrance to the spaceport. I cant believe no ones even bothered to fix him, Zak said sympathetically. Tash looked past the droid into the passageway beyond. Blaster burns and scrawled graffiti covered the walls. Trash littered the Aoor. She couldnt tell exactly what kind of trash it was, but from the smell, she guessed it was old food, spilled drinks, and other things she didnt want to