Han Solo's Nomads by Gáspár András

Author:Gáspár András
Language: eng
Format: epub

I could have sworn it was just ordinary metal!" Han Solo grumbled.

Chewbacca, whose mood had already been soured by the struggle with the pilot's seat, didn't hesitate to enlighten him: ordinary metal medals do not shine with an ethereal glow − and more importantly, they don't mess with the transport ship's instruments.

"If only it were just the instruments!" muttered the Corellian. "The turbine pressure is dropping. I've got a feeling we're in for a rough landing..."

Kirra and her companions silently, with military precision, fastened their seat belts. The daring maneuvers Solo had used to shake off the Imperial fighters left no doubt in their minds that this man was capable of anything.

The ML–7 began its descent with dignified slowness. The setting sun bathed the cockpit in golden light, lending a touch of artistry to the maneuver. The equipment, perhaps fearing to disrupt the idyll, failed one by one. In the final meters, Han had to rely on his instincts and common sense. Even so, the landing wasn't smooth—the transport skidded on its belly, kicking up a cloud of sand before crashing into a rocky outcrop and coming to a jarring halt.

The Corellian straightened up and threw the remains of the control stick into the corner. He pushed his flight goggles up on his forehead and smiled. His teeth's dazzling whiteness perhaps only rivaled by the glow of the medal hanging around his neck as he helped the girl to her feet.

"Let's move! We need to get as far from the ship as we can − a patrol could show up any minute... Spending the night here is a guaranteed capture, and we'd be buried in sand by dawn."

"What will we do out there?" K'brull questioned. "You just mentioned that the wind..."

"We'll see if my theory holds up," Solo said. "Remember what happened to the Falcon in that debris field? Energy levels dropping, equipment going haywire... Crystal clear!" He grabbed his gear and headed to the sliding door. "The Nomads have to be close. The force field powering their big shell and all their tech—that's what's screwing with everything else around here. We just need to figure out the range. And yeah, a little caution wouldn't hurt." His eyes flicked to the intact cannon. "Chewie, if you would..."

The Wookiee wasted no time unscrewing. He grabbed the blaster mount and yanked it out of the floor plate in one pull. The removal of the mount took only moments. The weapon's discarded parts fell at Kirra's feet. Chewbacca slung his prize over his shoulder and barked: as far as he was concerned, he was ready.

K'brull acknowledged the sight with a soft click. Although he tried to conceal it by all means, he was drawn to such obvious solutions...

The group left the crippled ship. Han looked back from the top of the first rise. Old Premont had already begun his work; small and large waves of sand swept over the ML–7's fuselage, dust funnels swirled around the wreck on both sides, ensuring that by morning all traces of the crash landing would be erased.

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