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Trioculus the few metal scraps that were on his desk. "This is some of the debris I brought back with me. I’ve had it analyzed by an engineer-it’s from the Death Star. I could hardly believe it since the Death Star blew up millions of miles away, near Endor."
    "The intense gravity of black holes and other interstellar forces cause warps, folds, and buckles in space," explained Grand Moff Hissa. "Asteroids and spaceships have tumbled into these space warps and have suddenly reappeared millions of miles away. The same thing must have happened to this debris from the Imperial Death Star."
    "Enough theories, Hissa," said Trioculus. "Continue with your story, Captain Dunwell." He stared at the captain with his third eye, sending out hypnotic waves. A stare like that could make a man very truthful. The captain turned slightly pale.
    "One of the chunks of the Death Star lying in the valley was huge-bigger than a Y-wing fighter, all melted and fused in a twisted shape. It was too large to bring back in the vessel I was in, so I suited up and examined it on the ocean floor. I tried to blast a hole in it, but my small laser couldn’t do the job.
    "I suspected that it was hollow, so I used my portable X-ray scanner to find out what was inside," he went on. "Allow me to show you what the scanner revealed." The captain opened a drawer and took out several X-ray negatives. He studied first one image, then another, and then another. "Here," he said at last. "Look at this one." He touched his forefinger to the shadowy negative.
    Trioculus leaned forward for a closer look.
    Shutting his two lower eyes, he stared at the image with his third eye. The spot that Captain Dunwell was touching showed an object that seemed to have five fingers. Was it a hand? Or a glove?
    Trioculus glanced at his right hand, which was trembling once again as he dreamed of fulfilling his goal. No human hand could have survived the heat of the Death Star explosion, he thought. And only one glove was known to be totally indestructible. This had to be it. A short undersea journey away. Almost within his grasp.
    "You were correct to request that I come here, Captain," said Trioculus. "You have done well."
    "Thank you, your lordship," said the captain, his voice booming with pride.
    "How soon can you get us to the Valley of the Giant Oysters?" asked Grand Moff Hissa.
    "I’ll tell my crew to power up the Whaladon-hunting submarine immediately," Captain Dunwell replied.
    Even sooner than Trioculus had expected, they were ready to depart. KRR-RR-AAAAAAANG!
    With a mighty roar the Whaladon-hunting submarine pushed away from its undersea dock. Bubbling foam churned behind it as the huge submarine picked up speed. Captain Dunwell pointed out to Trioculus each of the vessel’s special features. Trioculus’s face darkened with a nasty smile. "With so much advanced technology aboard, you’ll have to make sure this ship is never captured by the Rebel Alliance."
    "Have no fear of that, Lord Trioculus," replied Captain Dunwell. "If there’s ever an undersea battle on Calamari, I’ll destroy this ship myself before I’ll ever let it fall into the hands of the Rebels."
    Luke Skywalker’s heart was pounding with excitement as Threepio translated Artoo’s high-pitched beeps. All of Artoo’s intelligence data about the meeting of Imperials in Kessendra Stadium was now at Luke’s fingertips.
    Luke and Admiral Ackbar soon hurried to the Calamarian office of SPIN. For months Luke had received intelligence reports about the Empire’s many denials concerning the rumor that Emperor Palpatine had had a son. But at the big Imperial meeting in Kessendra Stadium the Empire had suddenly admitted that all its denials had been false. Just thinking about it made Luke shake his head in frustration. How could anyone believe anything the Empire said, when the Empire changed the "official truth" day by day to suit its convenience? While Luke and Admiral Ackbar took care of the urgent