lights. His eyes traced the empty space between them, his brain forcing a pattern to the lights; and suddenly the image coalesced. "It's a Dreadnaught, all right."
"There's another one just past it," Han said. "And three more to port and a little below."
Luke nodded as he located them, a strange tingle running through him. The Katana fleet. Only now did he realize just how little he'd really believed in the fleet's existence. "Which one do we check out?" he asked.
"Might as well take the closest," Han said.
"No," Luke said slowly, trying to focus on the vague impression tingling through him. "No. Let's try:that one over there." He pointed to a set of running lights a few kilometers farther away.
"Any particular reason?"
"I don't really know," Luke had to admit.
He could feel Han's eyes on him. Then the other shrugged. "Okay," he said. "Sure. We'll take that one. Wedge, you getting all this?"
"Copy, transport," Wedge's voice confirmed. "We're shifting into escort formation around you. So far it looks clean."
"Good," Han said. "Stay sharp anyway." He keyed the transport's intercom into the circuit and glanced at his chrono. "Lando? Where are you?"
"Just inside the cargo hatch," the other answered. "We've got the sled loaded and ready to go.
"Okay," Han said. "We're heading in."
They were approaching their target Dreadnaught now, close enough that Luke could see the faint outline of reflected starlight that marked the edge of the hull. Roughly cylindrical in shape, with a half dozen weapons blisters arranged around its midsection and a bow that he'd heard once described as a giant clam with an overbite, the ship looked almost quaintly archaic. But it was a false impression. The Dreadnaught Heavy Cruiser had been the backbone of the Old Republic's