“Karrde?” Dankin’s voice came tiredly. “We’re coming up on the Bilbringi system. Breakout in about five minutes.” “We’ll be right there,” Karrde told him. “Make sure the turbolasers are manned—no telling what we’re going to run into.” “Right,” Danki...
Han said patiently into the Falcon’s transmitter, glaring across at the modified B-wing running beside them. “I also don’t have any accounts here. I’m trying to reach Lando Calrissian.” From the seat behind him came a sound that might have been a stifled laugh. “You say so...
Adrian Sommer stepped out the door of the unmarked plane and started down the steps, his two companions close behind him. The warmth was a distinct and welcome change from the 747’s overenthusiastic air-conditioning, and an even more welcome change from the January blizzards taking place five tho...
Sweating under three layers of flexarmor and local clothing, he walked through the narrow passageway between Lathe and Mordecai, wondering why the comsquare was allowing him to come along. It was what he'd wanted, of course, but after that business about how valuable he was, he hadn't expected La...